#use your imagination for the other Party member on the walkie

[estrellami-1]

Steve felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. The TV at Family Video was turned on to the news station (the tiebreaker when he and Robin couldn’t agree), and a reporter was saying something about a gruesome murder, limbs snapped, teenage boy suspect, and it all swirled and came together until Steve saw the trailer in the background.

Oxygen evaded him. He gasped, trying to remember how to breathe, how to stay grounded, because freaking out wasn’t going to help anything right now-

“Steve!” The front door banged open and Dustin ran in. “How many phones do you have?”

Steve blinked at Dustin. Managed a breath, another one. His brain still felt like it was swimming through molasses. “Why?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like it should’ve been obvious and gestured to the TV. “I’m gonna call Eddie. And, like, everyone. You know what situation this is, right? And that’s Eddie’s trailer. And he doesn’t know anything about this.”

“I know,” Steve murmured, thinking. “Okay, let’s go.” He spared a glance Robin’s direction. She nodded.

Dustin frowned. “Go where?”

“To go find Eddie. I know where he’ll be.”

“How? Steve? Steve, you don’t even know him. Steve?”

Steve ignored the questions. “Get buckled. You got your radio?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good, keep it on you.” Still ignoring all of Dustin’s questions, he peeled out of the parking lot, making his way to the place he and Eddie had promised each other they’d go if shit hit the fan.

He pulled up to the shed and gestured for Dustin to follow as he cautiously walked inside.

“Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Eddie, it’s Dustin, are you here?”

Steve should’ve said something, should’ve let Eddie hear his voice, but it’s too late because he touched the tarp Eddie’s under and suddenly his back was against the wall, a broken beer bottle against his neck. “Eddie,” he murmured calmly, even as his pulse skyrocketed. He vaguely heard Dustin saying something about his mother. “Eddie, put down the bottle, please. It’s okay. It’s just me and Dustin. No one followed us here. I know what you saw, I know what happened. I know you didn’t kill Chrissy, Eddie. I know you’re scared and don’t know what’s going on, but we’re gonna help you, okay? You’re not alone.”

Eddie dropped the bottle with a slight gasp, eyes widening as he realized who he’s looking at. “Shit,” he whispered, gently placing his hands on Steve’s shoulders. They were shaking. “Steve. Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” he promised, his own hands finding Eddie’s waist. “And you? Are you okay?”

“Christ, Steve, I dunno.” He let out a weak laugh and dropped his head to Steve’s shoulder. “She just… she was sayin’ she thought she was crazy, paranoid, and then she’s in the air, and the sound, Steve, Jesus fuck, I’m never gonna forget it as long as I live, and then she- she’s dead, and-”

“I know,” Steve promised quietly, pulling him into a hug. “I know. It’ll be okay. C’mon, my house is safe. We can go there, lay low. Want me to get Wayne too? The trailer’s a crime scene right now, he’s gotta go somewhere else anyways.”

“Yeah. Please. Just… gimme a minute.”

“I’ll give you all the minutes,” Steve promised nonsensically. “We’ll get everyone together, figure out how to beat it. We’ve done it before.”

“Um,” Dustin said, “what the fuck?”

“Watch it,” Steve warned, tracing Eddie’s spine with his palm. “Did you really think the former king of Hawkins High didn’t buy from the best dealer in town?”

Dustin stared at him, disbelieving. “You’ve never gotten high in your life. I don’t think you’ve ever relaxed in your life.”

Eddie murmured something in Steve’s ear that caused him to roll his eyes and pinch Eddie’s side, smiling when he twitched. “You shush,” he admonished before turning back to Dustin. “I have gotten high. I stopped when I started watching you and the rest of the ankle-biters.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so explain this. Explain how cuddling your drug dealer is normal behavior.”

Steve tapped Eddie’s back, who tilted his head up again to whisper into Steve’s ear. “You sure?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded.

“‘S fine.”

“M’kay. If you say so.” He stroked a hand down Eddie’s back again before returning his attention to Dustin. “Eddie’s not just my drug dealer. He’s my boyfriend.”

Dustin blinked. “You’re not gay.”

“Nope. It’s called bisexual. ‘S when you like both guys and girls.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes. “But… Robin?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Platonic, like I’ve told you a million times before, you twerp.”

Dustin shook his head. “Wait. You and Eddie?”

“Christ, I’d have better luck talking to a brick at this point. Yes, me and Eddie. Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Well, yeah,” Dustin said, like it was obvious, unaware of the way Steve and Eddie and both stiffened at his words. “You’re, like, my brothers or some shit. I don’t want my brothers dating each other. Besides, you both could do so much better.”

Eddie snorted and looked up at Dustin. “Not sure that’s how that works, bud.”

“Sure it is,” Dustin shrugged.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not the point,” he reminded them both. “Eds, c’mon, let’s get you to my house. Dustin, can you walkie everyone? Tell them to meet us there?”

Dustin shook his head, but brought the walkie up to his mouth anyways. “Uh… guys? We’re meeting at Steve’s house ASAP. Over.”

“That’s not proper form, dipshit. Over.”

“Shut the fuck up, how about that? Over.”

“Fucking hell,” Steve murmured, grabbing the walkie from Dustin. “Listen up, twerps, my house, twenty minutes, move it. Over and out.”

Eddie began to grin at Steve. “‘S kinda hot, Stevie.”

“Oh, god,” Dustin said, screwing up his face. “No. Nope. We’re not going there. Just… let’s go. Before I try to bleach my brain.”

Steve chuckled, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and ruffling Dustin’s hair through his hat. “Glad you’re safe, Eds. Let’s go.”

#throwing my hat in the ring for the #‘Steve and Eddie were together before everything went down’ trope #is the phrase ‘throwing my hat in the ring’ #or does that mean giving up #I can’t remember #anyways #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #use your imagination for the other Party member on the walkie #I hope someone likes this. ik it’s overdone but #I had fun #unofficial name is ‘cuddle your drug dealer’ #because I am the funniest person ik sometimes #or maybe just the punniest #starambles

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ "under the lights tonight, you turned around, and you stole my heart with just one look, when I saw your face, I fell in love, it took a minute girl to steal my heart tonight."

♡ character: roy harper / arsenal

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / roy harper content <333 i could make a part two if interested but idk, it's all up to yall if you guys wanted to read it.

"there goes the diva herself!" jason said as he saw you coming into view. you smiled, giving your adopted siblings a smug look as you held up your college diploma. you waved it around, making sure they all saw it, "god, she's acting like one too," damian said with annoyance.

you went to your siblings who were all waiting for you after your commencement ceremony with your dad and the friends you invited. dick was the first one who went in for the hug as he told you words of encouragement. dick pushed damian to at least give you the gift everyone had pitched in to give you.

"we know how much you wanted this so we all pitched in, mostly bruce's doing, and got it for you," they dropped a tiny box in your hands as bruce pushed you to the private parking lot of Gotham University. you gave your siblings a half confused look but as soon as you opened the box your mouth dropped, "you didn't!" you yelled looking at them in surprise.

you clicked on the clicker and heard a beep from a few rows down. you instantly kicked your heels off and saw your car. the car you had been dreaming of since you were a kid. you opened the door seeing the interior the way you always wanted it. red and black lining everywhere as your name was engraved on the steering wheel.

"oh i'm so driving this to the party," you yelled as damian immediately yelled dibs on the passenger seat making dick groan. you opened the passenger for damian as duke and steph called the backseats, "see you in a few, we need to make a few stops before we get to the venue. stop at the house if you need to change into anything. i know you and steph were shopping for evening attire," bruce said. you nodded as you immediately started the engine and squealing at the sound of it.

"if this was her reaction of the car imagine her reaction for the trip you planned," dick murmured to bruce.

you and damian immediately looked to steph and duke who could feel the menacing attitudes you got all of sudden. damian immediately turned up the music as you got onto the highway, speeding way past the legal limit for gotham highways.

+

bruce had invited most of the league as well as a few of your friends and others to a very 'private' party to celebrate your commencement. it had been the talk of the city for weeks now as everyone said it wasn't always that a Wayne graduated from the most prestige university in all of new jersey.

your evening wear consisted of a sparking champagne-gold dress. the dress cutting off on the top of your thighs as the top showed a bit of your breasts. you knew bruce wasn't going to be very fond of it but considering that you were now a graduated woman, you weren't exactly looking for his approval; however, you did know that you were going to see some league members and considering you were the only Wayne who did not go into the vigilante business for bruce, you barely knew any of them.

as soon as you stepped out of the car, damian earlier in the day getting a lecture to 'escort' you inside for good press, hooked his arm around yours. you knew that bruce must've offered him a good deal for him to be this nice to you. you smiled at the camera's, even going as far as talking to a few reporters before heading inside of the venue. the ushers stopped you at the front of the door, whispering into their walkie-talkies that you had arrives. you heard music coming from inside as the doors opened to reveal one of the most elegant venues you had ever been to. everything matched the champagne-gold of your dress with black being the second dominant color.

"you guys are ridiculous," you said over teary eyes. bruce immediately took over damian's side and escorted you to the end of the room where your table was. it felt like your wedding and this had only been your college graduation, "everyone, ( your name )," bruce introduced to the sea of guests.

you waved at everyone knowing that you'd have to make your rounds to formally introduce yourself to bruce's colleagues, both in the league and at wayne enterprises. the main hostess offered you a glass of wine as you thanked bruce once again and you got down to start saying hello to everyone.

going to clark and lois who you were most familiar with, they immediately brought you in for a hug as they congratulated you on your accomplishment. "i suggest you head over and get your introductions done with oliver so your father can stop looking like he has a stick up his ass," clark whispered into your ear. you giggled knowing that clark was referencing this undying competition that bruce and oliver queen constantly had going with each other.

a part of you wanted to listen to clark but you greeted a few others before finally going over to the table where oliver and his family were seated at. you chugged down the rest of the wine and stood in front of the now larger oliver queen and tapped his shoulder.

"well, well, well, if it isn't the diva of the wayne family," oliver joked as he brought you in for a handshake as dinah brought you in for the millionth hug of the night. you really needed to get rid of that nickname everyone had for you, "good evening oliver, it's nice to see you again, you as well dinah," you said as she finally let you go.

you turned over expecting to greet who you assume was connor before meeting eyes with a bright red haired man, "( your name ), this is my son roy harper," oliver said as you immediately went stiff at the eye contact you had with him. he gave you a small smirk, giving you his hand, "it's a pleasure to finally meet the only girl jason can tolerate," he finally said, his face not hiding the fact that he was trying to contain his blush.

"thanks for coming and please, feel free to get anything you guys want," you said trying to shake off the overwhelming and flustered feeling you had, "oh i will," oliver murmured in sarcasm as he gained a smack from dinah. you made contact with roy once more as he gave you a wink and turning to speak to connor once more.

after you made most of your rounds, you finally sat down to eat. you had no idea what was on your plate considering you inhaled most of it before you could see. you hadn't gotten a meal in since in the morning and it was tim's idea of stopping at a dunkin before your commencement to get a donut and coffee.

the party had been going mostly according to plan. damian had gotten into a verbal argument with one of bruce's employee's which was none the surprising but you knew that once all of the uppity guests were to leave, the real party was set to begin. you had noticed throughout the night some of dick's friends had arrived.

"donna!" you screamed running to her as you tried to not trip in your heels. she immediately caught you as she brought you in for a bone crushing hug, "you look great, holy shit," she complimented as she turned you around to get a look at your outfit. you thanked her bashfully as she went over to sit next to you and dick.

donna had been your favorite and one of the few of dick's friends that you met. she was only a few years older than you and you saw her as an older sister figure whenever she was around, "you should've came to commencement, it was amazing," you said. she laughed, "i was doing stuff with wally and only just got back," she informed as she noticed a pair of eyes on the two of you.

she turned around as saw roy practically drooling over you. she immediately snapped her fingers at him, giving him a menacing look that practically read 'do not try it'. roy was the last person to listen to anything anyone said but in this case, he knew he had to tread lightly with you. there was a reason why you were given the nickname you had.

ever since bruce adopted you, shortly around the same time he did with tim, you got the reputation of being very 'high maintenance'. you hated getting dirty in the way your siblings did, you only wore designer much to bruce's unfortunate luck, and you had a particular set of friends you hung out with. the friends from the orphanage you still kept in contact with and your siblings. other than that, you hardly gave anyone the time of day.

"you keep eyeing wayne's daughter, why don't you go say hello?" dinah asked roy. he chuckled, shaking his head, "you heard oliver, she's not into guys like me," he said. oliver agreed, "she's the diva of bruce's kids. not much a difference between her and damian plus i think jason would have a huge issue with that," oliver said making dinah sigh, "you won't know if you don't try," she stated.

you were talking with donna, cass, and dick for most of the night as damian, bruce, and a few others excused themselves for night patrol. given that most of the league was at your event, there wasn't many heroes on standby for the night and bruce wasn't particularly excited to see you getting drunk as the night continued.

roy was at the bar ordering himself another drink as you made your way over to the back and opening another bottle for yourself. the action making roy laugh, "what do you drink?" you asked as you leaned over the counter, "i can make it. i spent a bit of my time in college as a bartender." roy ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks.

you opened the bottle of jack daniels and poured it into the glass making sure to pour more than enough for him, "bruce wayne's daughter a bartender? never expected that," he said. you shrugged, putting your lips on your wine glass, "i never said it was some shitty dive bar. i did it for the summer because i was bored and needed some excitement so what better way to cure that boredness than to work a bar for high end golf players," you confessed hoping he got the hint as you shot him a wink.

"ah, so you were giving them a run for their money, huh?" he asked. you smiled evilly, "usually made six grand at the end of the week, eight if i worked on the weekends," you confessed. roy's eyes widened at the amount you had said, "men will do anything if you flirt with them for the night, right?" you said jokingly.

before roy could respond, he felt someones hand hit his shoulder, "any reason why you're talking to my sister?" jason asked giving him a deadly glare. "what? is it illegal to speak to the guest of honor jaybird? i thought you'd have more trust in your best friend," he asked. you laughed as you sipped on your wine slowly, "come on jay, we're just talking! plus, i didn't know he was your friend. if i had known that, i would have made friends with him a long time ago," you said shooting roy another wink.

roy shook his head in disbelief. he had no idea jason had such a menacing little sister but he was glad he had met you.

"we were just talking about the summer i became a bartender. remember when dad thought i was stealing from customers because i was coming home with so much cash at the end of the week?" jason shook his head knowing exactly what you were talking about now, "don't remind me. he made tim investigate that you weren't actually doing that," he confessed before looking at roy in the eyes, "if i see one hand one hand of yours on hers, you're dead. understand?" jason said before leaving.

"protective," roy inquired. you rolled your eyes annoyingly, "tell me about it. jason has always been the most protective over me. he ran off three potential boyfriends in the span of a year and a half. i never fully understand how either," you explained. roy was taken back, "really? i never really took him as the protective sibling."

as you were about to sit down next to roy, you heard one of your favorite songs blasting through the speaker. beyonce's '7/11' came through the speaks as you put your drink down on the bar top and ran to grab donna to dance with. you knew with the alcohol running through your system, you were dancing a bit more sensually than usual.

roy bit his lip at the way you were dancing against donna as she was laughing at dick's disgusted reaction. you stared at roy, giving him a smirk as he rolled his eyes. he knew the game you were playing and he was all for it as long as dick took his leave for him to slip in donna's place. the way you were dancing against her made him a little flustered to say the least.

"how many drinks have you had?" she asked as she noticed the semi-drunk look on your face, "two bottles of wine? going on three considering i opened one up and left it with roy. say, do you know if he's single?" you asked. donna's eyes widened hearing what you were saying, "why do you ask?" she said a bit hesitant.

"roy's cute and i'm kinda pissed jason never brought him around," donna sighed as she looked at you dead in the eye, "listen, i never want to be the person to tell you what to do but roy's different. that's jason's best friend and he's had a complicated life to say the least. dick is also really close with him so i'd be careful if i were you." you waved her off, "if anything, he should be careful with me," you said with a sly smirk on your face.

donna knew the right thing to do was to keep you away from roy but you were a grown woman who could make her own decision. secondly, in some odd way, you and roy did look great together. her main issue was the fact that jason would kill roy if he saw you and him together. dick might give him a punch in the face but jason could potentially put roy in the hospital for even looking at you the wrong way.

you pulled yourself away from donna and met roy back at the bar. he handed you back your glass as you sat across from him, "not a dancer?" you asked. roy shook his head no, "usually not but for you i'd make the exception," he replied. you smiled as you grabbed his hand and played with it for a second, "the downstairs bathroom is empty," you whispered into his ear.

roy tightened the grasp on your hand and let you lead him to the secluded bathrooms of the venue. you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck as you smashed your lips against his. he was surprised that you were so willing to make out with him at your own party but he as not going to stop it. a part of him getting excited at the fact that you were as into him as he was with you.

"didn't think i was your type," roy whispered against your mouth as you wrapped your legs on his waist, "i assumed you were into the uppity lawyers and doctors." you rolled your eyes, "please, like they could ever fulfill what i'm looking for. i'm more into the rough and tough guys," you responded as you squeezed his bicep, "guys like you."

roy chuckled as he responded to your bicep squeeze with his hands roaming around your thighs, "jason is gonna kill us," he replied, "what he doesn't know won't kill him plus i think you can take him. my dad is who you should be worried about." roy nodded, slightly nervous at the idea of bruce kicking his ass for getting with his poster perfect daughter.

you continued your heated makeout session for a while longer before your phone went off. you looked down to the screen to see it was dick calling you to probably ask where you ran off. you shot him a quick text telling him you were in the bathroom trying to fix your dress.

"i don't want this to end," you whispered to roy as you placed your forehead against his. he sighed in agreement as he grabbed your phone and put his number in, "text me and i'll take you out," he replied as he set your down. you placed your head against his chest as you let out a whine, "all of gotham will know that you took me out if we stay in town and i want to enjoy you before jason kills you," you say.

roy shook his head as he noticed your phone going off with another one of dick's phone calls. you finally let roy go as he took you in. your lips were a plump red with all the kissing you were doing and your dress was a bit messed up from the back. he quickly zipped up the dress again and kissed your shoulder.

"you're gorgeous baby, you know that?" he asked as he continued to press kisses on your shoulder. you smiled, pulling on his red hair in response, "but you're right, i do want to enjoy you before your family rightfully takes me out for it. how about i find us a place out of gotham and we can meet there?" you instantly agreed as you gave him one final kiss on the lips before leaving before dick started a manhunt to find you.

roy watched as you walked away from him. he knew he was playing a very dangerous game by dating one of the most eligible bachelorettes in all of gotham but that's what made everything so fun. you were the one who wanted him first and he didn't mind playing along until someone inevitably cut it off. he knew it would either be jason or dick to want to stop the two of you from dating but until that happened, he didn't mind playing the little game you had going.

#dc x reader #dc #dc imagine #dc comics #dc imagines #comics #roy harper x you #roy harper x reader #roy harper imagine #roy harper #arsenal x reader #arsenal imagine #speedy #jason todd #dick grayson

[collecting-stories]

Scarefest - Topper Thornton

Request: Can I request a topper imagine where he overhears the reader talking about doing Halloween festivities but the pogues don’t want to do anything so he offers to take her 🥺🥺🥺like a pumpkin patch or a CARNVIAL OMG with haunted houses I love Halloween lmao

Autumn in the OBX | Outer Banks Masterlist

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Topper came out of the gym in the country club, Kelce heading straight for the lockers to grab a shower, and stopped when he saw you down the hall at the smoothie bar, talking to the woman behind the counter. You had a uniform in the way of a pair of khaki colored pants and polo tee with the club insignia on it.

“You coming man?” Kelce called from the door to the locker rooms.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just grabbing a water.” He replied, “drank all of mine.”

“Whatever, but I’m not waiting around while you take five years to fix your hair.” Kelce joked, disappearing around the door before Topper could form any kind of comeback.  

With him gone, Topper headed to the smoothie bar. He had seen you over the weekend at a party with your friends and he’d overheard you talking about Scarefest, something that none of your friends seemed even the slightest bit interested in. But overhearing it was like a godsend to Topper, he’d been trying to figure out how to ask you out without you completely shooting him down and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.  

Not to mention, there were none of your pogue friends insight today, “Hey.” 

You looked up from your phone, surprised at the sight before you. “Uh, hey, Topper. Did you need something?”

While Rafe loved to make you run around the club on dumb errands for him, or send his food back a million times just so you could get in trouble, Topper seemed far more willing to just ignore your existence when you were there.  

“No nothing, I was just...heard you mention like heading up to the farm this weekend for scarefest.” He said.  

“I did mention it...to my friends.” You replied, emphasizing the word as a way to remind him that he was, definitely not, one of your friends. Besides, that had been Friday, at the boneyard, and it was Tuesday now. “Why?”

“I was just thinking if you still wanted to go, we could go together.” Topper suggested, leaning against the counter of the smoothie bar in a way that he hoped both made him look cool and showed off his arms. When you frowned and raised a skeptical eyebrow at him, he was tempted to turn right around and head back toward the gym. “What?”

“Nothing. I just...are you asking me on a date Topper? Am I being asked on a date by a kook?” You teased, “Are you Freddie Prinze Jr and I’m Rachel Leigh Cook?”

Topper rolled his eyes at the stupid movie reference. He’d been crushing on you for a while now, a couple weeks after he and Sarah broke up if he was actually trying to put down a timeline, but sometimes he couldn’t decide exactly why. “Do you wanna go or not?”

“I do. I just have one question...”  

“I swear to god...” He warned, already knowing what you were going to say.  

You raised your voice enough as you spoke to draw the attention of some members of the club that were in the lobby area of the gym, doing your best to act as dramatic as possible, “am I a bet? Am I fucking bet?”

“Shut up,” Topper pressed his hand over your mouth, looking around the room apologetically. He could just hear his mom later, telling him how someone at the club had seen him with some girl making a commotion, “you are the loudest person I have ever met.” 

“Louder than that god awful green shirt Rafe works out in?” You said once Topper moved his hand off your mouth.  

“Yeah, louder than that.” 

“Pick me up at 5 okay, I don’t wanna get stuck waiting for the ferry.” You said, agreeing to the date that he was asking you out on. You had heard plenty of shit about Topper simply because he was a kook but you didn’t really know him and you had to admit you kinda wanted to. He was definitely cute even if he wasn’t your usual type. “Will your jeep drive in the cut or does it come to a screeching halt when it senses pogues?” 

“You’re really fucking annoying.” Topper muttered.  

“You’re the one who asked me on a date.” You pointed out, taking a water bottle from behind the counter.  

“And what...you wanna see if you can get me to change my mind?” He joked.  

A voice came over the walkie that was attached to your hip, asking for your help down in the restaurant area and you radioed back that you would be right there. “Well, duty calls, I’ll see you on Friday.” 

-

Topper showed up on Friday at 5p, just when he said he would, and your mom stood at the front window yelling to you in your bedroom about ‘who were you going out with’ and ‘how does a kid afford that kind of car’. You ignored all of her questions in favor of running out the door and getting in the car as soon as possible.  

“Have you done scarefest before?” You asked as you walked through the gates of the farm with him. It was still light out, too early for the haunted house or the hayride but just in time for the other festivities.  

“No,” he shook his head, looking around as he followed you up the hill toward the large barn and pumpkin patch.  

“So, if you’ve never done scarefest before, why’d you wanna come? Tired of the kook parties and felt like changing it up?” You joked, grabbing his hand as you led him through the crowded giftshop and out into the pumpkin patch.  

“You wanted to go and I wanted to go on a date with you, seemed like the logical choice.” Topper replied.  

“You seriously wanted to go on a date with me?” You asked, letting go of his hand to inspect a large barrel of medium sized pumpkins.  

“I asked you out, didn’t I?”

“Who knows why you do things Topper,” you teased, grabbing a pumpkin out and holding it up as you turned around to him, “here, take a picture of me.”

“With a pumpkin?”

“Yeah...uh excuse me!” You called to a woman walking passed, when she turned to look over you held out your phone, “would you take a picture of us?”

“Sure, of course.”

You grabbed Topper’s hand, pulling him close to you, unable to stop smiling when he put his arm around your waist and posed with you while the woman took your picture. It was cheesy, and you would never say it out loud, but you had always wanted to do some basic couples’ thing like this and get your picture taken by some random soccer mom there with her family.  

“Thanks,” you took your phone back, swiping through the three pictures the woman took and zooming in to make sure you looked nice in them.  

“You two are so cute,” she mentioned as she walked off, Topper nodding as if he agreed and replying with a simple ‘thank you’, not bothering with any sort of explanation. Technically you were here together but you weren’t quite together, together.  

“Alright, picture in the pumpkin patch, what other mandatory things do you have written on your list?” Topper asked walking with you through the small crowd. You’d put the pumpkin back, insisting that the local farmer’s market sold them for less and you weren’t wasting money, even Topper’s, on an overpriced pumpkin.  

“There’s food, that’s always a necessity. Or the corn maze...it’s technically for kids, I’ve been tall enough to see over the actual corn since I was thirteen but it’s still fun. Or, the petting zoo, that’s always open. Or we could take the tractor ride down to scarefest, it’s starting to get dark.”  

“Scarefest sounds good to me.” He replied, standing up a little straighter and you smiled at his change in posture.

“Do you scare easily?” You asked, walking toward the tractor with him, still holding his hand. You’d taken it again as you left the crowded pumpkin patch and you had yet to let go.  

“No.” Topper lied. He could barely sit through a scary movie let alone the idea of walking willingly into a haunted house. He didn’t even want to think about the haunted hayride. You climbed on the tractor ahead of him and he finally let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders as other couples and groups climbed in.  

“Not gonna lie, I am really happy you asked me to come here. And not just cause I wanted to go to scarefest.” You admitted, turning into him a little so he would hear you.  

“Wow, that’s some compliment.” Topper joked.  

“I’m serious...out of all the kooks, you’re my favorite.”

“There it is.” He said, rolling his eyes at the comment. The pogue and kook dating thing seemed to be working for Sarah and John B, as much as it hurt to see them together in the beginning, and Topper had to admit that it made him wonder if that was possible for you and him. If something more than him being scared out of his mind would come of tonight and the two of you could date.  

Maybe that was too much to hope for.

“What? I’m serious. You’re my favorite.” You replied, smiling, “but only because I’m not counting Kie as a kook.”

“Naturally.”

“Then it’s gotta be Kie.”

“I appreciate that.” Topper said, “nothing like being second best.”

“Well, I’m here with you.”

“Cause I asked you.” He pointed out as the tractor rambled along toward the gate of the haunted house.

“Yeah but I said yes.” You replied. “I was like...how many chances am I gonna get to see you freak out over people in costumes.”

Topper laughed, shaking his head at you while you smiled at him, so tempted to kiss him right then but you kept yourself in check. You were not going to blow this entire date by throwing yourself at him in desperation.  

The tractor left you off at the gate and you dragged Topper through, eager to get in line for the haunted house. While you stood in line with him people outside dressed in costume lurked around, creeping up on people and making them jump. When a guy in a werewolf costume caught Topper by surprise he nearly jumped and you laughed.  

“Just...didn’t expect that.”

“Kinda the point of the haunted house,” you teased, “but you’re scared face is very cute.”

“Great. I’ve always wanted to have a girl compliment me the same way my grandma does.” He groaned as the two of you moved further up in line.

“I could pinch your cheeks too. Just for good measure.” You said, yelping when he prodded your side with his fingers. You smacked his hand away and laughed, “stop.”

“Me? You’re the one antagonizing me the whole night.” He replied. When it was your turn to go inside, he stepped behind you, hands on your waist as you both walked through the door to the haunted house. The immediate flickering of the lights had you reaching for his hand. Even if you weren’t easily scared you hated being disoriented. “Scared?” He asked.

“No.” You promised.  

As you and Topper came out the back door of the haunted house he let out a relieved breath, shaking his shoulders and trying to regain some composure. You turned to face him, walking backwards towards the concession stand that sold hot chocolate and apple cider, smiling at him happily. You looked unfazed by the haunted house and he couldn’t even comprehend how that was possible.

“Wasn’t that awesome?”

“Yeah, awesome. I’m coming back every weekend.” Topper replied sarcastically, following you.  

“We can skip the hayride if you want?” You offered, knowing that he had clearly lied when he told you that he didn’t scare easily.  

“Nah, I’m good.” He insisted. You wanted to go on the hayride and he wanted this to be a great date so that you would go out with him again.  

“Okay.” You waited until he caught up with you, taking his hand and walking normally beside him to the concession, “you want some apple cider or something before?”

“Sure.”  

As you stood in another line with him, arms around him this time as you stood against his side, you leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, “I am really enjoying tonight, all antagonizing aside,” you said.

“We can do something else next week if you want?” Topper chanced and you smiled.    

“Yeah, absolutely.”  

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[imaginesrus]

Kiss Me In The Dark

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Thank you for the response to my previous imagines. I hope you enjoy this one as well. Also my ask box is open if you would like to leave a request. 😉

Summary: Henderson!Reader is back in Hawkins for her little brother’s wedding. Which means also seeing Steve who she has been avoiding since moving away from Hawkins.

Word Count: 2690

Warnings: a little smutty, nothing too explicit, but it gets steamy

You pulled awkwardly at the garment on your body, wincing slightly at the way that it clung, before examining yourself in the hall mirror again. You tapped your shoulders, still flummoxed that shoulder pads could be that size. You felt like an overgrown Barbie in a bright fuschia colour that should be illegal. You guess it was really true what they said about bridesmaid dresses. 

“You look beautiful sweetie,” your mom said as she walked in placing the bouquets on the kitchen table. 

You gave her a disbelieving look, your mom was sweet, but a terrible liar. You examined the flowers on the table, running your fingers over the delicate petals. They were beautiful and you lifted them to your nose to inhale the scent. Hoping that the scent may calm your nerves. 

It wasn’t just the thought of standing in front of all those people, watching your little brother marry the girl of his dreams. But it was another member of the bridal party who, despite your best efforts, occupied your mind. 

You had moved away from Hawkins as soon as the opportunity had presented itself. Despite the realisation that the town was quite clearly cursed after the events at Starcourt Mall.  A whirlwind summer romance with Steve Harrington had left you heartbroken and desperate for an escape, from a town that only seemed to bring misery.  

You had come back to visit, of course, but had actively avoided the places where the two of you might run into each other. The video store, the arcade, at times even your own house, instead making your excuses to visit Max or El. And as for the parties and family celebrations which seemed to automatically include Steve now, you tried to avoid him, not always successfully. Steve had become a permanent fixture in your brother’s life so it had really been no surprise when Dustin told you that he was a groomsman. 

You had given a tight smile, and lied through your teeth that it wouldn't be an issue. It had been years. You were a fully grown adult now, and you were going to be damned if you let Steve Harrington get under your skin again. Besides it was Dustin's day and you weren't about to let your history with Steve get in the way of that. 

Your mom’s shriek broke your train of thoughts and you looked up to see Suzie coming down the stairs, looking like a real life princess in her flowing white dress, sequins and lace. A smile spread across your face, and you damned the tears welling in your eyes, rubbing them with the back of your finger gingerly, careful not to disturb your make up. 

Your mom was by the stairs in an instant, scooping Suzie up into her arms before fawning over her dress. Suzie’s parents had not approved of your brother, and in turn your family. Your mom had adopted her instantly and she had become a part of the family. 

“You look stunning, Suzie,” you said as you in turn gave her a hug, squeezing her tightly, “Dustin may for the first time in his life be rendered speechless.” 

Suzie gave a small laugh and you released your grip, your mom handing you both a tissue.  

Max and El came down the stairs next, giggling to each other, also dressed in the matching Fuschia bridesmaid dresses. The whole party seemed to have adopted Suzie into the group, as your family had done, embracing her as one of their own. 

“Okay girls,” your mom said, grabbing the camera from the kitchen bench, “Some quick photos and then we better get going. Don’t want to keep the boys waiting forever.”

You cried, of course you did. To see Suzie and Dustin so happy, your mom and dad, hands intertwined as they sat together, the look of pride and love on their faces warmed your heart. 

You met Steve’s eyes from across the hall. He gave you a soft smile, which you inadvertently returned before making a concerted effort to keep your eyes trained on your brother and Suzie. 

You had promised yourself no more slip ups. You were over Steve. He would be over you. What happened at the annual Henderson Christmas Party two years previous was a slip up. Nothing more. 

A moment of weakness under some mistletoe that gotten out of hand. 

"You may kiss the bride," the priest said to a raucous applause as the happy couple sealed their vows with a kiss. 

The couple began their walk out of the church, linked arm in arm, smiles bright and carefree as the rest of the bridal party followed. 

Mike with El, Lucas with Max, Will linked his arm with Sally a friend of Suzie's.

As you approached the walkway Steve held out his arm and you reluctantly linked your arm through, ignoring how good it felt, the closeness of his body, he even smelled good. It was just purely for appearances, you told yourself. It would look odd if you didn’t take his arm. People would talk. 

He didn’t try to talk to you, which you were thankful for as you silently made your way out of the church.

***

The music thundered through the speakers as you made your way to the outskirts of the dance floor. Suzie and Dustin arrived on the dance floor arms still interlinked like they hadn't separated from one another since saying 'I do'. A familiar song played as Dustin gave Suzie a spin, his eyes never leaving her as the first bars of the song began to play. 

Turn around

Look at what you see

In her face

The mirror of your dreams

Of course. 

It was their song, despite the horrors of Hawkins, they had survived, they all had. Some a little worse for wear than others. You could remember your hand linked with Steve’s as the lines of the song played out over the walkie talkie, Robin shooting you both a look of disbelief as you were listening to a 14 year old sing his heart out to his first love, while being chased down by a giant monster made of people. 

“You look beautiful,” Steve's voice whispered in your ear, while you kept your eyes trained on the dance floor in front of you. 

“Please Steve, I’ve seen the dress,” you quipped back, careful not to lean in his direction, taking a sip of the champagne you had been nursing for a while now. 

“I’m not talking about the dress,” he countered, your fingers tightening on the stem of your glass. His hand moved to your waist and even through the thick fabric of the dress you could feel the heat from his skin. 

“Steve,” you warned, but made no move to remove yourself from his grip. His breath ghosted on the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“I’ve missed you.” There was a faint trace of alcohol on his breath. 

“You been drinking?”

“I may have had some nerves that needed steadying.”

“You giving a speech?”

“Please, public humiliation it’s second nature.” He gave a chuckle before his voice lowers.“But seeing you.” 

Rhymes that keep their secrets

Will unfold behind the clouds

And there upon a rainbow

Is the answer to a never ending story

You take another sip, in hope that that alcohol may numb your sense of touch, but his hand only feels heavier on your waist, his breath continuing to send shivers down the back of your neck. Happy couples, family, friends start to make their way to the dance floor to join the happy couple. Even Joyce manages to drag Hopper up, despite his quiet vocal protests to the contrary. 

His hand leaves your waist and you breathe a sigh of relief at the removal of the temptation to fall into old habits. Only to be faced with the object of your distraction face on. His hair has progressively become more unkempt through the night, which you can only attribute to him running his fingers through it, a nervous habit, an endearing one. He gives you a small lopsided smile, that reaches into that part of your heart that you keep swearing is closed off to him, but is easily opened with just that one smile. 

“Dance with me?” He held out his hand, taking a step backwards in a bow. You search our mind for an excuse, a way out, but either you can’t find one or you don’t want one because you take his hand in your own, placing the glass of now finished champagne on the table beside you allowing him to take you to the floor. 

His hand settles again on your waist, your hand on his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours briefly before you concentrate on the wall behind him, focusing on the intricacy of the decorations that adorn the simple community hall. His hand tightly clasped around yours, squeezing a little harder than maybe he means to. He moves you both slowly around the dance floor, body moving in time with the music. 

You suppress a small laugh as you hear him murmur the lyrics under his breath, while he continues to guide your movement with his body. As you continue to maintain a safe distance. He twirls you around, the suppressed laugh leaving your lips as he does so and when you join together again that safe distance is gone. Your hand now against his back, as his trails from your waist to your upper back, pulling your body against his. His fingertips brush against the bare skin of your back where your dress finishes, and his hand splays across your skin, and you can feel yourself melting into his touch. Your head resting against his chest as you lose yourself in the feeling of comfort, of the touch of another. 

“I missed you too,” you whisper, feeling his body still for a moment, before he continues to move again. 

“Does it help if I tell you I’m sorry? That I was an idiot for even thinking -”

“Don’t,” you stop him, looking up to meet his eyes. “I don’t want to go over it again.” Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek. A longing for things to be simple. Like you thought they used to be. 

He nods, and you rest your head again, swaying in time with the music, feeling his heartbeat against your ear, so loud even amongst the sound filling the hall. And then the song ends, applause filled the hall again as Suzie and Dustin bow, before sharing another kiss. 

So happy. 

Steve’s hand tightens around your own, as you both watch on. He gives your arm a tug and you find yourself following without even questioning where he is leading you. There is a storage cupboard down the hallway to the left. You know that because it was where you both found yourself after a town hall meeting. When the town of Hawkins had lied to itself about what was really going on within it’s borders and you both needed to find an escape from that lie and found it in each other, wrapped up in each other’s arms with hushed whispers and affirmations of love. 

He opens the door and waits for you to enter. A last chance to back out. To continue the charade of ignoring him everytime you come back. You enter the darkened space, tugging on his arm to pull him in with you. 

His lips are against yours before the door even closes. His lips move desperately against your own, a faint taste of alcohol on his tongue. His hands lock onto your hips, pushing you up against the now shut door, his lips barely breaking contact as you groan against his mouth at the impact of the solid wood against your back. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs, and you shake your head. Your hands moving to his hair to direct his lips back to your own. Your fingers tugging, a little harsher than you intend in the desperation to have his lips back to where you want them, where you need them. 

But it’s not enough. Your hands move to his shirt, tracing down the crisp material, and the outlines of the buttons. Hesitating, before his lips brushing against the side of your neck have you pulling and pushing desperately at the buttons to get them undone. Your concentration slipping and you fingers following suit as the button falls from your grasp, as he finds that spot that makes your knees want to buckle and he tightens his grip on your hips, at the sound that leaves your lips. 

“Steve.”

You decide to abandon his buttons, for now, instead pushing the velvet jacket from his shoulders, hearing it fall to the floor with a muffled thump. Your arms wrap around him holding onto his shoulders to keep you steady. 

His hand moves from your hip, tracing the material of your dress, before brushing up against your breast, earning him a breathy moan as you lean further into his touch. He grows bolder his fingers tracing across the skin not covered in the constricting material of your dress. His movements purposeful and precise, as if he remembers exactly how you like to be touched and is retracing old memories on your skin. 

“I need,” you stammer out, pressing your hands against his chest. 

“I know Y/N.” His fingers move to his tie, not bothering with the knot, instead yanking it from his neck, before he begins to un do the buttons of his shirt one by one, his fingers trying to catch up with his mind, not working quite fast enough as he groans in frustration, before he manages to wrangle that last one free, pulling the shirt from his pants and you help to remove it from his body. Your hands tracing his bare back feeling his body pressed against your own and the heat radiates from him. 

His lips return to your own as he cups your breast, while his other hand reaches behind you searching for the zip at the back of your dress. The sound of it unzipping filling the room, before his lips are lavishing the newly exposed skin and your hands are back in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of his touch, his lips, more of him. You had kept this bottled up for so long and now you couldn’t hold back. 

You pulled his lips to yours, your hands moving lower to his belt, undoing it quickly, while his hand slipped under your dress, past your underwear finding you wet and wanting. His eyes met yours, his pupils dilated, your lipstick smudged around his lips, hair a mess and you don’t think you have ever seen someone look so attractive. 

“Steve, please,” you whisper. 

You cling to him as shifts your underwear aside and enters, your senses overwhelmed as he begins to move and you try to keep up. You leg hooking over his hip, keeping him close.

As you both find your release, clinging to the other as you regain your breath. Nuzzling into his neck, his chest rising, as he presses a kiss to your neck. Sweet and tender, in direct contradiction to your previous hurried actions. 

***

The sunlight hits your eyes, as you struggle to keep them open. The curtains left undrawn from the day before, allows the light of the early morning to stream in. You turn to your side in attempt to escape, coming to the realisation that you are not alone in your bed. 

The sun hits his bare back, and you can’t resist the temptation to run your fingers along the muscles of his back, and down his shoulder blades. He stirs and you snatch your hand away, he turns to face you, his eyes opening slowly as a smile spreads across his lips at the sight of you. 

“Hey,” he greets, brushing a stray curl away from your face. 

“Hey yourself,” you answer, allowing him to cup your cheek and pull you in for a kiss. 

Weddings really do bring people together after all. 

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[darknytemare]

No Words  -Interlude-

[A/N - felt the need to roll back before moving forward. So, you’ll get two releases this weekend! This is the first of two, maybe 3? Then we’ll get back to the present next week! Thank you for reading this mess of a story!]

BTS - V Imagine - Tall Girl - Interracial - Interlude [Flashback]

2 Years Ago.

Lucky.

You couldn’t have asked for a situation to be luckier.  Her heartbeat could have doubled as a production drum track. One of her classmates, another girl from the inner city, looked bored as they sat in the auditorium. They both wanted to make music, good music - interesting music. They wanted to be at the forefront of technology and techniques for producing. They wanted the keys to the kingdom of hit songs. 

The college decided that they could only get that experience - by working with the best of the best. They had invited a range of performers to come and discuss their methodology. Each had a formula that worked for them. Each performer had a story to connect to their songs. It wasn’t about the number one hit, it was about making honest music. About being true to themselves in the best way they can. Especially in an industry, and a country, that didn’t always accept differences. 

She had been listening to various music styles, genres, and languages from a young age. It started in Jr. High, taking Spanish in 7th grade. She followed that throughout her High School time. She’s not embarrassed to say that Ricky Martin was apart of her foray into the Latin sounds. She listened to older songs, love songs, the music, and the story enthralled her. Japanese animation spurred her love for J-Rock and J-Pop. X-Japan dragged her into the world, Dir en Grey kept her attention. She was in love with Visual Kei. Old rock, alternative rock, a smidge of country, and anything with a beat that caused her to lean her head toward it. She was an audiophile, plain, and simple. 

Lead by a thin thread of melody until she had to devour the whole discography of an artist. She wanted to know all the ins and outs of the industry. Granted, there were other worthwhile fields to explore, so she was told. There was almost an expectation of finding easy money in business or even medical fields. She wrote poetry and song lyrics as long as she could remember. Music had been apart of the highs and lows of her life. She could associate a song for every pivotal moment of her life. The playlist spanned generations and the globe. It started when someone introduced her to Super Junior. Then it spiraled into 2NE1, Shinhwa, and the list went on and on. 

She was so thankful her family didn’t try to limit her. Her parents expected her to be open-minded to the world around her. It was something instilled in her upbringing. That open-minded was the bane of her existence during her high school years, unfortunately. In a place where anything different made you strange or weird. She didn’t care for the urban selections that most of her friends were into. 

There were times when her father put on his old school albums that she felt a connection. She wanted the story of music. She wanted the lyrics to strike her heart. That’s what she wanted in her music. She tried to write music, make music like that. All the artists she admired took chances, grew, and came back with something new. 

And now?

She was sitting in an auditorium waiting for the most significant thing in music to come speak to their group. 

She had a plethora of questions, worries, and fears. Everyone on the planet had heard about BTS at this point. There were a few of them who had managed to jump on the train early. Especially finding that they were working with legends in the rap community. Some watched expecting a spectacle - and to a degree? It was a spectacle.

Some wanted to see the thinking process of pinnacles of music that filled many a block party or high school dance. Let’s not forget backyard BBQs and family gatherings. Songs that whether you cared for the genre or not? Still managed to cause your body to move.

An elbow dug into her side as her friend stared wide-eyed at the line of men entering the auditorium. They were all seated semi-circle on the stage. BTS stood in front as the students clapped.

The boys had soft, quiet, smiles waving as RM straightened with a soft phrase. It was almost military in precision as they saluted, bowed, and introduced themselves. They each took a moment to say hello in English at that. She tilted her head as they spoke. 

It’s always a treat to hear a singer’s speaking voice. Some sharply contrasted their sounds. Others were no different from one to the other. She enjoyed the vocal textures, rich, or light tones as they spoke. Her friend saw her grinning like an idiot as her eyes rolled.

“Girl, get yourself together!” Tasha finally whispered to her. There was a thick swallow as she realized what she’d been doing. The boys were provided seats and microphones. They were treated to an acoustic version of one of their songs. To see the look of shock on the other student’s faces was an absolute treat. 

She could only smile as time seemed to zip by. Filled with questions and curiosities. She asked all the questions she could. Always sure to ask for clarification, examples, and advice. RM was ready with a smooth, dimpled smile as he translated. 

They all had solos under their belts at this time. So it was interesting to hear their thought processes. They all had one thing in common, though. The need to tell a story and convey emotion. To make sure that those who heard their music heard a message. It had been the most successful tactic thus far.

“So that ends our time. Everyone lets give BTS a round of applause!” The professor stood, the students followed. The boys bowed again and joined in the applause. They all gathered to shake hands, thanking them for taking time out of their grueling schedule. 

RM raises his hands, spreading them wide. “Thank you for your time! We’ll see you tonight!” Everyone stared blankly at him, then their professor, who smiled widely. “Oh, I forgot to mention. We have permission to go backstage and watch operations for a tour.” To say that the sound that rose from the sudden silence was almost choral? It echoed off the walls as hands shook vigorously, shoulders were clapped - and the excitement caused tears. 

“Alright, let’s get a picture!” The professor tried to get them all to find a spot. She managed to shake hands with most of the boys. Before she got a chance to shake Taehyung’s hand, they were being herded for a photo. She wound up, almost stepping on his foot as she tried to find a comfortable position. She wanted to shrink into nothingness. There was a bit of jostling before they used the bleachers to get them higher. She remembered one of the first words of Korean she’d learned. An apologetic smile as she mumbled an apology. Tae gave that infamous boxy smile with a wave of his hand. Tasha pulled her close as they sat on the bleachers smiling as the picture was taken. “Alright, you guys, meet back here in an hour - we’ll get shuttled to the stadium. Make sure you have your IDs..” The professor went on about etiquette, decorum, and rules. Nobody was listening - there was too much of a buzz about the show. They dispersed, waving the band members off. She bit into the bottom of her lip as they disappeared. 

“Oh. My. God!” Tasha grabbed her and spun around. They laughed as she eyed her friend. 

“Wait a minute, you were unimpressed just about an hour ago.” Tasha’s brow shot up with a devious grin. 

“Girl, we get to go behind the scenes of the hottest tour yet! I may not understand anything - but I’m happy for the opportunity.” Tasha laughed as she tapped the base of a high ponytail. She pursed her lips, swinging its length. “Honey, that RM, though?” Ah, how many times had she heard that?

“Come on, I have to make sure you don’t embarrass me,” Tasha smirked, yanking her by the arm.

“W-what? That’s mean, Tasha!” She frowned slightly as the other woman rolled her eyes. 

“It’s the truth.” She quipped as they hurried across the campus to her dorm. 

“We’re going backstage, there’s nothing to dress for.” She kept the frown on her face Tasha bouldered into her apartment and pulled her in. 

“Hush! Shower, now!” Tasha was taking no excuses as she pointed to the bathroom. 

She grunted, rolling her eyes trudging to the bathroom. 

Tasha respected her need to stay ‘practical’ about everything. She preferred oversized shirts, nearly formless skirts, and pants. Her friend wasn’t about that tonight. Tasha stuck her in a pair of jeans, a button-down shirt slightly tucked. She wore a pair of ankle boots accented with a silver chain. And by the time Tasha finished with her makeup? She hardly recognized herself. 

“T-Tasha, I think you went a little overboard?” Her friend had just finished her own face. The subtle smokey eye with lower-liner really made her eyes pop! Tasha smirked as she grabbed their bags and pushed her out of the door. 

“You’re not used to wearing makeup. Of course, you’d think it was too much.” The other woman rolled her eyes as they sprinted back to the meetup spot with minutes to spare. They all clambered on the shuttle. 

All of a sudden, they were there. This was real. 

They were walked through the various crew hiding spots. The makeshift dressing spaces underneath the stage. Everything was centrally located for the ease of the members.  The head PD was showing the group the setups, the chasers, and they finally arrived in ‘Monitor World.’ The place that was basically production HQ.

Some took notes, some lingered in the back looking around. Not her, no. She wanted to know what buttons did what. She wanted to know how they were sure that the upper-level fans could hear appropriately.

There were a few people with her curious about various other things. They could hear the crowd until they queued the chase pattern for the opening song. The boys rose from a floor lift. The group went wild as they started in on Blood, Sweat & Tears. 

Walkie talkies were going off left and right. Every time something could possibly go wrong? It was pointed out, corrected, and communicated. It was a tight run ship. They moved along to the area under the stage, just as the boys were lowered for a set and costume change. 

They were breathing heavy, sweating, and peeling their costumes off. There were people on the sides taking them, ushering them into the makeshift spaces. The students stayed back out of the way. The transition was so fast the students couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. They made it back to the control hub. 

As if to make sure they were paying attention? The Head PD asked them to point out what they remembered. Tasha nudged her with a thumbs up. You got this, she mouthed. Everyone shifted on their feet as they fought to not being first. 

She straightened her posture as she stepped forward. “I’d like to give it a try.” The Head PD double-blinked as stood next to him. Ah, it was probably her height. She offered a gentle smile and nod, “If that’s ok?” 

“Please do. The routine is the same as before.” He smiled with his walkie talkie in hand. She took a deep breath, stepping closer to the operators at the panel. A headset sat on her head as the plethora of voices filled her ear.

The Head PD let them know that a student was making the calls, but he was overseeing. Two more students joined the panel board, the techs looking over their shoulders and pointing out controls.

She counted them down for each new element. 

The lights went dark as the chase pattern activated. They could do this - she could do this.

45 very long minutes later?

“Holy fuck, you did it?!” Tasha grabbed her in a frantic hug. “Y-you really fucking did it! I was scared shitless, man!” Her mind was still hazy over what just occurred. Tasha looped their arms together as the concert sailed to a close. They stood in the back eyes trained to the fireworks display above them.

“I thought I was going to vomit.” She admitted quietly. Tasha moved rainbow-colored braids from her face. 

“You should be proud of yourself.” They shared a smile as the professor rounded them up again. They followed the road crew as the stage was broken down. The last fans had long gone, and they were all alone again. The trucks, vans, and equipment checked and secured. She had followed the equipment with a few other students. They watched the breakdown and helped to carry pieces to be stored. There were, of course, a few quips of concern as she hauled a miniature subwoofer to the van. 

She politely reinforced her ability to contribute and promptly turned with the item in hand. She rolled up her sleeves, forearms contracting as she moved along the corridor. Ah, why did she let Tasha try to doll her up? The familiar burn in her muscles ebbed away as she handed the equipment to the technical director. She was at home when she could tomboy her way through situations.

She offered a bow turning to make her way back to the main group. A moment too long of watching everything around her left her in an area she didn’t recognize. A frown as she spun in a circle taking the next left turn under the created passageways - and she slammed into something.

“Ah!” A voice, male exclaimed as she staggered backward. 

She stumbled, and that someone, thankfully, pulled her arm hard to keep her from landing on her rump. She sucked in a breath as her gaze lifted. “Shit! I’m sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was-” A grunt rumbled through the air as her eyes went wide. “Oh.” 

Kim Taehyung was plucking the final buttons from his shirt. His gaze lowered to the floor as he fought off exhaustion. They had to get changed to meet up on the stage again. It took him a little longer to get the cramps out of his legs. He barely made out a shadow before his body collided with it. 

He saw her bounce from foot to foot before he pulled her arm. He heard the remorse in her voice as she rambled. His brow furrowed as she spoke too quick for him to pick out words. He still had his fingers wrapped around her forearm as she looked up at him. 

She smelled ... magnificent. His lashes lowered, nostrils flaring, on an inhale. She watched the perfect heart shape of his mouth part softly. She lowered her gaze to the expanse of flesh in her face. He was one button away from a cheesy romance novel cover. 

They stood in silence, trading body heat before she glanced at the long fingers burning into her skin. Their gazes locked again, “You should be more careful.” He rumbled softly. Her lip caught between her teeth as she nodded rapidly.

“R-right. I’m sorry. Thank you.” She coughed softly, stepping away from him. His fingers still lingered until they loosened. Her eyes were wide as she turned on her heel, trying to get back out to the main walkway without that hint of desperation in her steps.

Tasha came rounding the corner at that very moment. “Hey! They’re waiting on us on stage for a final picture. Come on! I’m not missing this because of you.” Her friend yanked her along with a stupid grin on her face. 

“Tae, Hyung, come on!” Jeongguk showed up as Tae went in the opposite direction. The maknae let him in their makeshift space. He helped Tae peel out of a sweaty costume. “I can’t wait to get some food and a beer.” Tae shrugged on a turtle neck, an oversized sweatshirt, and black slacks. 

“That makes two of us.” The visual croaked tiredly. “Come on, then.” Jeongguk gave that bunny-like smile as he dragged Tae toward the stage. Tae sulked, “What are you doing?”

Jeongguk’s brow shot up as they walked into the wings. “We have to take a picture with the class from earlier!” Tae rolled his eyes as he was dragged out. They made it in time for Namjoon to address everyone.

“It’s been an absolute pleasure to meet you all. Good luck in the future. Please wish us well - and maybe? We’ll see you backstage with us someday!” There was a round of applause as everybody tried to find a spot to fit in the picture. Tasha winked as she made her way over to squeeze near Namjoon.

The betrayal of it all! She laughed as Tasha found a sweet spot to brag about later. She, on the other hand, wanted to just kneel down the front. The professor frowned with a wave of her hand, “Come on, you know you’re too tall up here! Stand back there.” There was a grimace on her face as she moved to the back. They were staged in layers again. 

“Everybody in!” She felt jostled as arms pulled against her shoulders. Before she had a moment to register anything? Jeongguk squeezed on one side of her, his arm around Taehyung, who squeezed on the other. 

Students, Staff, and Band, were connected in the joy of a show well done. The camera flashed, and she smiled on autopilot. A few flashes, more applause, and she was quick to escape the trap she found herself in. 

Jeongguk had caught a whiff of something pleasant, tilting his head curiously at the tall female. Both he and Tae seemed to find each other’s gaze as they flitted looks at the woman between them. 

She turned to shake their hands with a quiet thank you. Both of them seemed to take TOO LONG to let her hand go. She beat feet in Tasha’s direction as soon as she could. Tasha had this dreamy look on her face after speaking to Namjoon for a few minutes.

“Is this what heaven is like?” Tasha’s eyes were glassy and hooded. You’d think the girl finished smoking an exquisite bouquet of thc studded sticks. 

“It could be, Tash. It could be.” She smiled, turning to look at the empty stadium. The students have all huddled together once again. The professor was talking with the TDs and PDs, even Namjoon was there. There was a look of stern concentration on various faces. A cellphone in the middle of the group seemed to be the main focus. 

The chill in the air didn’t phase them as they spoke of their experience. They lamented their mistakes. They reveled in techniques to apply later. They were buzzing with excitement and a renewed appreciation for following their current educational path.

“Ok, everyone, listen up!” Their professor walked back over with a massive smile on her face. Tasha was rambling with her arms wrapped around her frame. She could see the heat of breath wavering in the air. The professor’s excitement was palpable with a gesture back to the team behind her. Suddenly, she could feel her heart thundering against her rib cage. Maybe the others could hear it too? They all got quiet.

They were all staring at each other, then at her. Her mouth was half-open as white noise filled her head. Her brow furrowed deeply as others around her wore looks of shock and disbelief. Then there was more applause.

Tasha grabbed her, jumping up and down, her voice pitched to shrieking. She felt her body shake as she turned the dazed look to her friend. 

W-wait, what?

Tasha cupped her face and looked ready to cry. She blinked down into her friend’s face, prepared to be violently sick.

She turned back to the professor, catching the end of her statement as her hearing filtered back in.

“...you passed…” Her eyes went wide. “...intense work-study opportunity…” She was surely going to be sick. “...traveling with the tour…” More applause. “You’ll still need to complete courses, you'll be provided with online links.” She staggered into Tasha, who laughed even louder.

“We wanted to see how this first run would work, and you surpassed all expectations. Congratulations, you’ll set the tone for the future students of the program.”

You blinked back tears as you engulfed Tasha in a hug. Not only were you all going to be able to get the first-hand experience? You’ll get it with BTS. It all made sense as to why they required a passport as an admission qualification. The professor stepped away to join the technical team while you all rejoiced. Namjoon and the rest of BTS gathered to shake your hands, and offer their congratulations.

Comments expecting good things ahead were traded. She was happy. This was unbelievable - a stroke of luck. 

Tasha managed to steal a hug from Namjoon, crying almost harder when she turned around. A firm hand landed on her own, leaving her with a beaming Jeongguk. A half bow, a smile, a nod of thanks as he lingered. Taehyung all but moved the maknae aside to get her hand in his again. 

He had that arrogant tilt to his head. The tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as he lifted her hand. The light caught the dark chocolate of his gaze as he let his breath ghost across her knuckles. 

He eased up, flashing a boxy smile before grabbing Tasha, doing the same. She shook off the strangeness of it all, turning to her friend with open arms. 

“We did it!” 

Their arms looped as they finally made their way off stage. The shuttle was waiting to get them to a small celebration. She still couldn’t help looking over her shoulder. For just a moment, she felt something staring a hole into her shoulder from the shadows.

Her brow furrowed as Tasha pulled her attention forward. 

...just missing the two silhouettes lingering in the wings.

#bts imagines #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung imagine #double trouble #gotta start somewhere #taehyung x female #in the beginning #i guess jungkook too #maknae better go sit down somewhere

[jj-lynn21]

The Calling ch 5

Warnings: SMUT, drinking, outcome is readers preference.

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4

The email for your next day of filming calls for an 80s look. Somehow you found just the look and a few other outfits just in case. They also sent a message looking for sports cars from 1984 and before that could be used in a street race scene. Your car isn’t brand new but its not that old.

You go through the usual process checking in when you get to holding. You even help some others that are there for the first time. It is a huge seen. One hundred people in an auditorium to get clothing checked. Some are going to play other street gang members in this street race. You are there to be a spectator to the whole thing. None of the usual suspects you hang with are there so other than Dan, the P.A. and Shelly who signed you in, you don’t recognize anyone. You sit in the auditorium and chat with some people that ask you questions about your other experiences.

After everyone is checked in and they have on what they need to be wearing for the scene everyone goes to the regular holding area where breakfast burritos are waiting. There is also pastries, donuts, bagels, fruit, juice, milk, pop, tea and coffee with creamers.  You sit with the few people you started talking to in the auditorium. Hours pass with no word of when your scene will be shot. Lunch burritos are severed with French fries for lunch. The people around you start asking about when you think filming will start.

“They will come get us when they are ready,” You tell them. “We get paid for sitting here chatting and playing games on our phones so it’s probably the easiest ten dollars an hour you will ever make.”

You see dusk fall out the window. Dan walks in with a clip board and goes over to Shelly and talks to her for a few minutes. A few people walk up to them to ask about filming. Dan gets a call on the walkie.

“Ok everyone please follow me outside.” Dan said.  “It’s a warm evening so no jackets. We want to see those 80s looks.”

He leads everyone down the stairs. Through the back of the building. And outside to wear several cars sit. A buzz comes over the crowd as you see Robert Pattinson leaning again a red Toyota Supra.

“Those here with there to be gang members go talk to Harry holding the white flag.” Dan said. “The rest of you follow me. Remember you have to stay quiet during shooting.”

He lines everyone up three people deep on either side of the race path.

“All you do is cheer as loud as you can when you here action,” Dan said.

“Action,” you here.

You scream and holler as the cars get pulled down the race path through the street by contraptions that hold cameras that capture the actors inside. They aren’t going fast by any stretch of the imagination, but it is interesting to watch and react to. That is filmed a dozen times or more. Before Robert switches places with his body double stunt man. The contraption is taken off the car. The real race begins as the stunt drivers spreed around the area. Screeching tires and smoke fill your senses.

Your eyes are red and watery as the director and others scream, “IT’S A WRAP!”

Everyone is escorted back to holding to sign out. You sign out, grab your bag and head to the bathroom to freshen up for the wrap party if you can find it at twelve-thirty in the morning. You put on one of the less over the top 80s outfits you brought. A form fitted pair of dark blue jegging with a hot pink baby doll style top that shows just a bit of cleavage.

You put the address in your gps to find your way. Its easy to spot right as you make the last turn. The sign says, closed for private party. A DJ is playing some top forty hit as you walk inside and look around. There is a guy a few steps inside making sure no random people get in.

“Sorry Miss,” he said stopping you with his hand. “Private event tonight.”

“I worked on the movie,” You said.

He smirks, “Got some proof of that darlin’?”

“I can show you my…” you look through your small purse that was in your overnight bag with your cloths for the day to find your pay slip.

“Hey Charlie, she’s cool,” You look up to see your favorite actor with their favorite drink in hand. “Let me buy you a drink.”

You gather yourself upright as you walk over to them. “Thanks,” You smile. Your person smiles back at you.

“Anything she wants Tony,” they tell the bar tender.

You order your favorite drink. You see mostly crew people chatting at tables. Drinking the workday away. Your favorite actor puts their hand on your back.

“Come on, we are all over on the couches.” They say and you walk along.

“Hey,” They all say in unison as you walk over. They hold their drinks in the air. All smiling with that little bit of tipsiness already gleaming in their eyes.

“Hi,” You say as your favorite person pulls you down to sit with them.

“Has anyone figured out what this bloody movie is truly about yet?” Tom asked the group. “They never sent me a full script or told me more than my specific part. I had a good time filming with you though.” He looks to you and winks. You blush and take a drink.

“Of course, they aren’t going to tell you anything, Tom.” Sebastian laughed. “The only one worse than you at keeping movie secrets is Mark. How about shots all around?”

He snaps his fingers. A bouncy red head in a black dress comes over to ask what we all need. He orders a round of Jägermeister shots for everyone which includes you, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan, Bill Skarsgard, Alex Skarsgard, Anna Paquin, Stephen Moyer and Robert Pattinson.

You are sitting, chatting, drinking, doing shots with all these people because you must have own some lottery you have no clue you even entered you think to yourself as you listen to them chat about traveling here and other more interesting things about life and past acting experiences. Your head spins as you get more intoxicated along with everyone else. How the Hell did you even get to this point you think to yourself but then you decide to add to the conversation about work history when someone bring up the vampire topic.

“Other than four vampires here. There are also five superheroes.” You laugh.

Bill said, “Pattinson doesn’t count as a Vampire and I was an umpire. Completely different species.”

“It does count,” He looks to you for confirmation. “Just ask her.”

Maybe you completely agree with him that his version of a vampire in current society was indeed a perfectly sexy depiction.

Maybe you don’t agree with him. Instead going towards a thought of a more brutal, crazed, bi-sexual, sensual monster.

Bill said, “Roman wasn’t bi-sexual not that there would have been anything wrong with that.”

“Roman totally wanted to fuck Peter,” You blurted out. “Check the on-line fanbase Bill.”

He chuckles, “Are those the same people that want to bang the clown?”

“No, that’s a completely different group but there is probably a group within both those fan groups that think Peter and Roman were in love and also want to bang Pennywise.” You laugh. “If you only knew.”

“Oh, I know.” He grins.

“Ok, fangbangers, clownfuckers aside, I only count three superheroes here,” Anna said.

Tom said, “And I only count two. So, how is your count five, love? Maybe you had one to many shots?”

“I’m great.” You slightly slurred your words which everyone else was doing. “Not sure about takin an Uber all the way home and getting back to pick my car up but that’s future me’s problem.” You laughed “Anyway, Tom and Sebastian are avengers. Anna is part of the X-Men. Bill was part of X-force. And Rob is filming Batman shortly, correct?”

“That’s correct,” Robert said. “Because the world needs more batman movies” He chuckles.

Everyone laughs.

Your person whispers to you, “No need to take an uber all the way home Sweetie. You can spend the night with me(us). I’ll have someone get your car to hotel. If you really want to that is?”

You just nod yes. The sun is coming up by the time you stumble out of the club with your favorite person(s). You make out like crazy in the back of the car as soon as the door shuts. Its sweaty messy slobbery kisses and groping, heavy breathing since you were holding back so much inside the club and you are both drunk. But you would be doing this with this person(s) sober.

The morning is a blur of body parts slapping, multiple orgasms and pure enjoyment from what you could remember when you woke to an empty hotel room. There were flowers, breakfast and a note on a table in the room. You read the note.

          Sorry, I had to catch a flight (home or) to my next production before you               woke. I’m so glad I (we) met you love. I hope to get back here again. Feel           free to text me. 555-657-5544 talk to you soon. You have the room the                 rest of the day so no need to rush yourself. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Forever always,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Your lover

You just smile to yourself. Eat the breakfast on the table and get ready to go home.

#robert pattinson #tom holland #sebastian stan #bill skarsgard #alex skarsgard #anna paquin #stephen moyer #fanfic #fan fiction #au #extra #x reader #smut #lust #drinking #fantasy

[untaemedqueen]

Secret Journey > k.th

Chapter 15.

It hasn’t been long since we got to Turks and Caico’s and I already regret it with every bone in my body. Yuna was so ill and I have been so worried about her. I sit with Jimin as we wait for our food as the film crew has cameras trained on us. I put my hands to my lips as my knees bounce nervously under the table. Yuna was experiencing jet lag, motion sickness, sea sickness, every type of sickness you could imagine and my heart was pounding out of my chest worried about her. “Just eat a little bit.” Jimin whispers as the camera turns towards Yoongi as he comes out with the food. Yuna left us after the scuba diving shoot we did four hours ago. She went back to the house we had rented for shooting since she was feeling so sick. “How can I eat right now?” I ask nervously looking up at Byungchan as he gets a phone call. He looks at me and shakes his head before walking away. “Aish.” I whisper looking at my phone underneath the table. She hasn’t called me on Line or texted me at all and I’m nervous to death about her and the baby. Yoongi sets the tray down on the table and I grab my soda before putting my head onto the table. “We’re going to change the batteries, enjoy the food and we’ll finish off recording for the day before tomorrow.” The PD puts the camera down and I pull my phone out quickly before calling Mine. The phone rings loudly in my ear as I sip my Coke. “Tae.” Namjoon says quietly handing me my burger. I grab it before putting my soda cup to my forehead. “Ah. Fuck!” I yell loudly as the phone goes to voicemail. I stand up running my fingers through my hair. I look down at the floor as I kick a rock angrily. Byungchan walks back over to us before sitting down, “How long will it take to get back to the house?” I ask him before drinking some of my soda. “It’s about a half an hour’s drive.” I groan in frustration before putting my phone in my pocket. “Let’s eat and then we’ll head back, okay? I know you’re worried about Yuna.” Hoseok says taking pity on me as I sit back down, I nod before pulling up my grey hoodie and covering my face. “Try to at least eat something, hyung?” Jungkook asks quietly, “I’ll take it back with me, I’m not hungry.” He doesn’t push the subject as he picks at the cheese fries. “I’m sorry I ruined the shooting.” I whisper feeling guilty. It wasn’t just about me, but all of us and I’m starting to feel riddled with guilt that I wasn’t that much fun today. “It’s okay! Don’t be so hard on yourself, we’re all worried about Yuna and Taekwon, as well. Don’t feel bad about it. I’m sure if we had wives that got sick it would mess with our heads too.” Jin hyung says leaning over Hoseok to look at me. I put my head down looking at my phone in my lap before sighing, I hope my Yuna is okay.

I climb out of the car first, grabbing the take away bag of burgers as I stride toward the house. “Tae! Here!” Jungkook calls to me as he climbs out of the car, I turn around and catch the set of keys as he chucks them at me. “Thanks!” I call back to him before jogging to the modern glass looking house. Jungkook is behind me in seconds, his chest moving a little more rapidly from running. I bring my hand up to the lock, my fingers shaking as the key comes close to the lock. “Shit. Jungkook.” I say handing him the keys as my hand begins to shake harder. “I got it hyung.” He whispers as I bite the skin off my bottom lip nervously. He opens the door quickly, “Baby?!” I call walking towards the stairs as I place the burger bag on the granite countertop of the island as I round its corner. The house was quiet, only cricket chirps resonate through the house. “Yuna?!” I yell out as I jump up the stairs two by two. I have two bedrooms in this house, one that I spend the night with Yuna in and one shared with Jungkook that I set an alarm 15 minutes before filming starts that I crawl into that bed for the beginning of the day. I sputter my lips as I finally reach the second floor landing, I pass Byungchan’s door as I reach Yuna and I’s. Jungkook didn’t follow me upstairs but I wish he did, my heart was pounding out of my chest. I knock on the door twice before opening it. “Babe?” I ask quietly stepping into the room. I hear violent gagging in the bathroom and I shut my eyes defeated. I take off my hoodie before walking into the bedroom. Yuna was sprawled out on the floor, her chin sitting on top of the toilet bowl. Her face was so pale, her lips were the same color as her skin and her body had a sheen layer of sweat on its surface. My mouth forms a thin line as I step over her legs, I sit on the shower mat behind her as I fix her ponytail behind her. My hand caresses her back as I lean against the medicine cabinet. Yuna heaves loudly before throwing her body back into me. I grunt quietly as I catch her body, I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes as I push back some stray hairs from her sweaty forehead. “Hi.” She whispers to me. “Hi, baby.” I whisper back rubbing her arm, she opens her eyes and grabs the water bottle near the door frame. She takes small sips, before groaning loudly. Yuna shivers slightly before pressing her whole weight into me. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here with you while you go through this.” Yuna shakes her head weakly before rubbing her stomach. "Did you have fun?" She asks quietly, I shake my head before kissing her temple. "I was worried about you all day long." I reply watching Yuna clutch on the top of the medicine cabinet as she tries to stand up. "You shouldn't have worried. I'm okay." I eye her incredulously as I help her stand up. "You know I would worry regardless." She gives me a tired smile as we walk towards the bed. She sits down and makes her body small as she puts her hands to her forehead. "I feel like I have morning sickness all over again." I look at the door before looking back at her, "Doctor Song did say we have to be careful, you could have preeclampsia." I whisper, we haven't told the guys since so many terrible things could happen. Yuna thought we shouldn't worry them and I have to agree although it is worrisome knowing it on my own. She could go into labor and have a stroke or a seizure. Her blood pressure was very high and it worried the doctor. "I know. We've been taking better care of me. So when we get back to Korea, we'll see if we are out of the danger zone." I nod before frowning and rubbing her belly. "You are amazing. Thank you for taking such good care of Taekwon." Yuna gives me a tired smile before wiping at her sweaty forehead, "Are you hungry? I brought you food from the famous burger spot we went to." Yuna looks up at me, her face weary as she shakes her head. "I probably won't be able to hold it down." We sit in comfortable silence as I run my hands over her arms. "I wish I could have seen you do fun things today. The sea sickness really got to me on top of the heat from outside and in the car." I hum in agreement, "We have to get a car that has air conditioning." Yuna lays back on the bed, “Can I take a nap?” She asks quietly, “Of course you can. Get some rest, I’ll be back in, in a few minutes.” I pull the blanket up and watches as she gets comfortable before laying the blanket over her. I give her forehead a small kiss before shutting off the lights in the room. I walk down the stairs as six pairs of eyes land on me from the living room. “Is Yuna okay?” Jimin asks from the far side of the couch, I sigh before jumping on to the long wicker couch before putting my hands to my head. “She’s not feeling well at all, I feel terrible.” Byungchan enters the house with the director PD. I look up at them both as they smile at us, “She okay?” Byungchan asks, “Not really.” I reply sitting up and looking at the director. “Hey, PD-nim, do you think I could get the footage from today? I think it would make Yuna feel better, she wishes she could see what we did after scuba diving.” The director looks over at me and nods before calling to some of the staff through his walkie talkie. “If it makes her feel better, sure!” He says with a smile. “Tae?” I hear Yuna ask quietly from upstairs, I stand up quickly and walk over to the stairs as Yuna peaks over the second floor balcony. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask as she starts to walk down the stairs. “I can’t sleep.” I frown as she walks down the stairs. “You should have relaxed in bed then.” I chide my wife as she finally steps down next to me. “Did you buy ginger ale?” She asks Jungkook, he nods and points next to the fridge. “I looked up and saw that warm ginger ale is better for your stomach then cold ginger ale. So there’s one in the fridge and one out.” She smiles at him gratefully before grabbing the ginger ale he was talking about. “Do you want to try and eat?” I ask her as she drinks some of the ginger ale. “Can you cut it in half?” She asks, with everyone in the room sometimes when we’re together it feels like no one else is here. “I’ll heat it up.” I say going grabbing the bag on the counter. 

Yuna sits at the breakfast nook table looking out the open window that overlooks the beach. She eats her half of the burger slowly as the others in the living room drink around us. Some color was finally coming back into her face and it makes the burden in my heart lighten slightly. “Taehyung-ssi?” A staff member asks peaking into the house. I look over and smile as the smaller Korean girl holds out a disc for me. “Thank you!” I say running over and grabbing it from her. She bows to me befode closing the door. "Let's party, baby." Namjoon cheers pouring his beer into a glass. "Taehyung, will you join us for a drink?" I clear my throat before looking at Yuna. "Not tonight, maybe when Yuna feels better." Yuna looks over at me before frowning, "You don't have to worry about me, have fun!" I shake my head holding up the disc. "We'll watch this and get some rest." I say looking over at Namjoon, he nods giving me a close mouthed smile. Yuna finishs her burger before leaning back in the white summer chair. "Now I can sleep." She says before standing up and stretching. "Let's go upstairs then. Kookie, I'll try not to wake you up when I come in the room tomorrow morning." He looks over at me as he pours himself a beer. "Don't worry, hyung, with all this alcohol, I'll probably sleep like a rock." Yuna snorts as she walks past them before putting her dish in the sink. "Goodnight Taekwonie!" Jin hyung says cutely as he puts his glasses on. Yuna waves at them as she walks upstairs. Yuna and I lay in bed, my head resting on her shoulder as we watch through the footage from today, "Aish, you can tell something is bothering you." She says kissing my forehead. I pout and nod, "I was so nervous that you were being sick without me there to help you." My hand drifts over to the belly before feeling harsh kicking making Yuna's eyes squeeze shut. "Whoa!" I say loudly as Yuna grips at my shoulder. "Fuck!" Yuna curses sitting up, "What's wrong?!" I ask quickly standing up and putting on my sweatpants just in case. Yuna screams so loudly my hands involuntarily press against my ears. "Babe?" I gasp putting my hand over her stomach as Taekwon kicks and moves harshly within her. Yuna begins to cry from the pain as the door busts open, the guys peaking into the room from her loud scream. You could see her stomach contorting to whayever position Taekwon was in inside her. "Hospital! Hospital!" Yuna yells grabbing my hand as her cheeks stain with tears. Namjoon runs to Byungchan's room next door. I feel my eyes beginning to well up with tears as panic sets into my brain. Why is this happening to her? Will Taekwon be okay? Is it something I could have prevented? "Get her downstairs." Namjoon yells running down the stairs. Yuna looks up at me crying hysterically. I lean onto the bed before picking her up bridal style. "Gently!" She cries before breathing deeply. Jimin and Jungkook spring into action grabbing one of my bags and shoving some clothing for Yuna into the bag. "What is it? What do you feel?" I ask as I rush out of the room starting to descend the stairs. Yoongi and Jin run down the stairs behind me s Yuna gasps for air, her bare stomach was still shifting as Taekwon pushes and pulls weirdly within her. "He moved his whole body and it-it doesn't feel right." I kiss her forehead as I reach the bottom of the stairs, the house was in a flurry at this moment as all the guys yell things to each other. "What if Taekwon isn't okay? What if he's hurt?!" Yuna cries out and I bite my lip trying not to cry as she reveals my innermost thoughts outloud. "He'll be okay baby, I know it." Jin walks faster then me as he opens the door for me. "Thanks hyung." I say as Namjoon opens the car door for me. "He's going to be okay." Yuna closes her eyes as I jog towards the car with her. I put her in the car all the way in the back before climbing in, Byungchan looks at us nervously through the mirror as the rest of the guys pile in quickly. "Let's go!" Jungkook yells slamming the door behind him as he climbs in last. Byungchan begins to drive and I look over at Yuna who slips on the hoody Jimin passes to her. She lifts the bottom of the hoodie over her stomach as all eyes train on her stomach. She groans loudly as Taekwons limbs jut out in weird places on her stomach. "Oh my God." Jin whispers putting his hand over his mouth. "Something isn't right. Something's wrong!" She cries loudly putting her hand over her eyes. I sniffle and swallow harshly watching my son struggle within her. "We'll be there soon. Just hold on Yuna." Byungchan calls to her from the front of the van. I close my eyes and hold her hand as she squeezes onto me for dear life. Taekwon will be okay. I won't let anything happen to my son.

#kim taehyung #v #bts series #bts story #taehyung x oc #jimin #jungkook #j-hope #hoseok #suga #yoongi #jin #rm #namjoon #bangtan #bts imagine

[spideyy-girl]

“I love him.” ~ Will Byers (Non-Binary!Reader)

Request by anon: Can I have a non binary reader x will byers with prompt number 7 please?

7: “Promise?” “Promise.”

Summary: Will disappears and Y/N doesn’t want to lose him again

Fandom: Stranger Things

Warnings: Will having an episode, like 2 swear words, sorta angsty

Word Count: 1501 (4.1 pages)

A/N: first stranger things imagine! Hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait. Also, thank you everyone for 100 followers and everyone who has helped me by requesting your ideas! I love you!

~Ciara xo

I ran around the school, looking in every direction I could to see if I could spot the slimy little beast, or as Dustin likes to call it, d'Artanian or Dart for short. The thing always creeped me out since the second Dustin showed it to me, but after what Will confessed to me and Mike, I can't bear knowing that's it's out there somewhere and could hurt more people, including Will.

I've been friends with Will and the party since 1st grade. We've gone to hell and back together in the past year, with Will's disappearance, meeting Eleven, and the whole learning about the Upside Down and the scary monsters and stuff, including the Demogorgon and now Dart. I wish Eleven was here, as at this moment I feel like she would be a great help. 

Ever since Will reappeared, he's been acting very strange. He's been saying weird things, having episodes about the Upside Down, and now this whole thing with Dustin's new pet. I do worry about him a lot, especially with my ever growing more-than-friends feeling towards him. 

"Y/N? Y/N, do you copy?" Lucas's voice snapped me out of my daze. I look down at the bulky walkie talkie in my hand, I raise it up to my mouth and press the button on the side. 

"Yeah I copy, sorry," I apologize, looking up and down the hallways once more before speaking into the machine again. "North is clear, I found nothing." 

"Shit," I hear Lucas mumble before the walkie talkie makes a static sound to show he's disconnected. I double check the classroom at the end of the hallway before running up a small flight of stairs and down the hall. As I'm running I hear the static come onto my walkie talkie's radio before hearing Will's quiet voice.

"Guys, I found him," I heard him say. My eyes widen as I click the button to respond.

"Where?" I ask, my legs starting to move faster so I could find Will. 

"In the bathroom... by Mr. Salerno's," his voice still quiet and unnerving. I start to run towards the other side of the room as I hear Mike's voice come from the walkie, but my fast heartbeat drowns out any sound. I didn't like the idea of Will being alone with something like Dart. My legs go numb as I feel wind blowing past my face, I've never really been a runner so the sensation feels foreign. As the bathroom Will mentioned comes into sight, I see Mike and Max running towards it too from the other side of the hallway, and Lucas coming from a different one. We all run into the bathroom at the same time to find Dustin standing in the middle of the bathroom already.

"Where's Dart?" Mike asks. Dustin shrugs, fixing his cap.

"I don't know, not here," he replies. My eyes get wider immediately.

"What?" I ask frantically as I start looking through all of the stalls, hoping to find a sign of the creature, I could hear the rest of the party chattering behind me.

"He said Mr. Salerno's, right?" I hear Max ask, she's new to the school. She's pretty cool, but couldn't ever replace Eleven. I move onto the next stall, looking behind the toilet and in the paper dispensers.

"Yeah, maybe Will has him," Dustin comments. This makes me freeze, my eyes going wide as I exit the stall and looking over the people in the small restroom. Then the question we're all thinking come out of my mouth.

"Where's Will?" I ask, my voice shaking. The party looks over at each other, before all sprinting out of the bathroom and out into the halls once more, but this time looking for our friend and fellow party member. To say I was nervous would be a complete understatement, what if Dart did something to him? What if he got scared and ran away and somehow got lost? What if he disappeared again? I don't think I could handle that.

"Will?! WILL!" I call out, my head spinning in every direction, hoping to find him safely. Suddenly I run into Joyce, Will's mother. She grabs my shoulders, shushing me and wiping some stray tears that have fallen down my cheeks.

"Hey, Y/N, calm down," she says to me. "What's wrong, where's Will?" She asks and I can feel my breathing hitch in my throat, but before I can respond to her, Lucas comes running in through a nearby door.

"The field," he says, looking in between the four of us. I look at Joyce again and behind me to where Dustin and Max just appeared before we all ran out the door, where I soon spotted Will standing in the middle of the field standing straight up with his eyes closed and body shaking slightly. Beside him Mike holds his shoulders, trying to wake him up.

"I just found him like this! I think he's having another episode." We all run towards him and gather around him, I take Will's other side, grabbing his clammy hand and holding it tightly in mine. Joyce runs up and grabs his shoulders and his face, screaming his name.

"Will! Sweetie, wake up, it's mom!" she says, squeezing his shoulders tighter as I continue to hold his hand in mine. Something is going on with him. I can tell he must be seeing something by the way his eyelids are constantly moving. "Will, wake up, can you hear me?" He hands travel up to his face, cradling his cheek. I can feel tears running down my face rapidly, but I couldn't be bothered at the moment to wipe them off or even feel them at all. "Will, wake up. Please, wake up, Will. It's mom. It's me!" 

After a moment, Will opens his eyes wide, gasping for air as I feel him grab my hand, squeezing it so tightly I feel my fingers cracking, but I didn't mind it. He falls to the ground, and I go to grab him so he doesn't hurt himself. I feel sobs raking through my body as I hold him close. I feel his arms weakly go around my body as well. My face is burrowed into his neck as I pull him closer to me, whispering words of assurance not only for him but for myself as well. 

"Will, I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Please say something," I whisper into his neck. His grip tightens around me, and I can feel him nodding as a yes beside my face. I look up and grab his face in my hands. "Are you ok? What happened?"

"I'm.. I'm okay." He stutters out. I know he's not, I can tell just by looking into his eyes. He's scared, terrified, and all I can do is be there beside him. My thumb rubs against his cheeks as I feel him lean into the touch, to which I can't help but smile at. 

"Okay. But we'll talk about it later, yeah?" I ask, my voice going down into a whisper. His eyes look up finally to meet mine, as he nods, trying his best to give me a weak smile, even though it looked more like a grimace. I give him the best smile I can back, finding it hard to form one after the events that just unfolded. "Please, Will, don't you ever go disappearing on us like that again. You really scared the shit out of me." I try to laugh but it sounds strained. He nods his head and I put out my hand, extending my pinky. "Promise?"

Will smiled, a better and more genuine looking one this time as he grabs my pinky with his own, the shaking of his hand vibrating through my own. "Promise," he replies in a small voice. We shake our hands up and down before separating and I pull him in for another hug, kissing the top of his head.

"Good, because I don't know what I'd do with myself if I were to lose you again," I whisper into his hair as I feel him hold onto me tightly. I look up at the party and Joyce, who I just realized was still there and watched the exchange. I smile up at them to signal that he was okay before helping Will get up and into Joyce's car so he could get some rest. Max, Lucas, Mike, Dustin and I watched as the green car drove off out of the parking lot and down the road. Mike looked over at me, nudging me with his shoulder.

"You really like him, don't you?" he asks, smiling down at me. I shake my head, scoffing as I direct my line of vision back to were the Byers car was moments ago before responding.

"Don't be ridiculous, Michael," I say with a smile on my face. "We're way past that point by now. I love him."

#will byers #will byers x reader #non-binary #non-binary!reader #will byers x non-binary!reader #stranger things #stranger things 2 #imagine #request #prompt #7 #angst

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

A Leg Up-Matty Healy Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: None

 “This is a good gig for you, Y/N. It will get you more exposure,” Anthony, my agent, assured me as we walked into the filming studio in central London.

   Glossy black and white photographs of British, Welsh, Scottish, and Irish movie giants lined the walls of the entrance. Everyone inside was tall, slim, and stylish, as was typical of the entertainment scene. However, music people were involved in the mix so they were either stylishly disheveled or wearing every expensive item they owned. After twenty years in the entertainment world, I knew that I did not get along with either type of musician: the first were usually Kurt Cobain wannabes and the second were only interested in flashing their money on social media and starting pointless drama. Unlike my peers, I took my job as an actress seriously and knew that I had to align myself with the right people and the right projects to be seen a certain way. So, after my teen show ended, my costars and I were in a precarious stage that would determine the rest of our careers. Some of my costars would fall into the party scene and no doubt wind up in rehab while others would take a few jobs here and there only to retire to a normal life. I refused to fall into either camp and knew that if I wanted to have a long career as an actress, I had to keep working and take the best jobs. Anthony knew that and lined up several auditions for big-budget films that would premiere after my show’s finale. I landed one of them, a dive into post-apolalyptic society, but I knew that I had to keep my name in people’s minds. When I tasked Anthony with getting me a good, press-inducing gig, he called me two days later, instructing me to get on a plane to London to shoot a music video.

   At first, I did not want to go and end up being another video girl, but I let Anthony persuade me and he continued persuading me when we met for brunch before leaving to the filming location.

   “But are you sure this is the right kind of exposure?” I asked as two tall, thin men in black and white uniforms opened the glossy glass doors that led to the smaller studios.

   “Of course!” Anthony glanced up from his BlackBerry. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”

   I crossed my arms. “Must I remind you about the Care Bear incident?”

   Anthony rolled his moss green eyes. “That was a decade ago? Will you ever let me live that down?”

   “Not until it is completely scrubbed from the Internet,” I teased.

   Anthony grumbled. “Well, this will definitely make up for it. This band is very big, not only in the UK but all over the world. Everyone with a pulse will see this music video and wonder who that girl is, dancing to the 1975? And is that her in that trailer for that blockbuster? I have to see if she can really act.”

   “Fine, fine, I see your point.”

   Anthony paused at one of the doors and glanced at his silver Rolex. “We’re here and right on time.” 

   He opened the door, revealing what could only be the music video set. There were industrial lights illuminating a large stage, complete with proper band equipment. The stage stood high above the crowd that was made up of two hundred extras. Assistants in all-black rushed around the studio, huffing into walkie-talkies, and swatting extras away from the craft service table. 

 Anthony had sent me a brief email describing the concept of the video: the band was going to be playing at a gig and Matty’s love interest, me, was going to show up as a surprise. The song was “The Sound” and, from what I could gather, it was about a former relationship but there was still a connection between the couple. 

  A blonde woman in a black pinstripe suit walked up to us. “You must be Mr. Vincent and Miss Y/L/N,” she said in a curt Welsh accent.

   “Yes, that’s us,” Anthony said.

   “My name is Bridget, Bridget Waters, the casting director for this video.” Bridget looked me over with her cool gray eyes. “You look better in person. Now, you must go to hair and makeup.” 

   “Thank you.”  

   Bridget rushed me over to the hair and makeup section, where I was immediately surrounded by stunning, coiffed professionals. When they were done, there was no evidence that I was jetlagged. My y/h/t y/h/c y/h/l hair was blown out in shiny strands and soft to the touch. Once my makeup and hair were done, a petite brunette girl in the new Jason Wu dress put me in a pair of black patent leather pants, a tissue-thin blue blouse, and black Balenciaga knife boots. I was already tall but the boots made me tower over almost everyone.

 As if on cue, I heard my mother’s voice say,  “Remember, tall girls like you are swans, make everyone else feel like ducklings for even looking at you the wrong way.”

 I took a deep breath and straightened up my posture. As the stylist made some alterations, Anthony was barking orders on his phone in Portuguese. At the end of his conversation, his face was redder than usual. 

  “Thank you for being professional,” he said, “and you look good.”

  “You’re welcome and thanks?”

  A second later, a quiet roar took over the studio and that could only mean that the band had arrived. 

  “OI!” The director called, silencing the excited extras.

  “There’s no need for that, love,” Matty teased.

  It was the first time I ever heard his speaking voice and it sounded like velvet. I strolled away from Anthony and the stylist once she was done with the alterations, and saw Matty with the rest of the band. He was wearing an expensive-looking black button-down with black leather pants, ankle boots and a leather jacket. His bandmates were dressed similarly. I had seen pictures of them on social media and heard a few of their songs before, but I was not their biggest fan. However, I could respect their music and acknowledge that they were all better looking in person.

  Suddenly, Matty looked at me and quirked an eyebrow in my direction. He strolled over to me and extended his hand. “Hello, ‘m Matty.”

  I accepted his handshake, silently thanking myself that I decided to get a manicure the day before. “Y/N.”

  “I know you from somewhere.”

  “Oh, really? I didn’t think that someone like you would watch anything that I was in.”

   “Roxanne!” the tall, brunette member said as he and the rest of the band approached us.

   I felt my face warm up at the mention of my old character. “That’s me.”

   Matty turned to him. “How’d you know that, Adam?” 

   “Well, she was only the best part of Bright Lights, the finest American television show I ever watched,” Adam said.

   “Thank you, really, I didn’t think that anyone over sixteen watched that.” My stomach dropped as I realized I had insulted the member. “Which is fine, sorry, I just----”

   “It’s fine, as long as you tell me exactly how the series ends. Do Roxanne and Edward end up together, or does she go with Nick? I’m personally more of a Nick man m’self.” 

   Matty wrapped his arm around Adam’s shoulders. “Right, Adam, we get it, you are a big fan. Don’t weird her out.”

   “No, it’s fine, really, but I cannot give away any spoilers----ruins all the fun.”

   Adam fake pouted. “Fine, I guess I can live with an autograph and a picture.”

  “You have a deal.” 

   “Can I get those both as well?” Matty asked.

   “Sure.”

   “Oi, I want a picture with the movie star!” the blonde man announced as he and another tall brunette man ran over to us.

   I laughed. “Fine, we can take a group picture.” I waved Anthony over and all the members handed him their phones.

  We took so many pictures that I was positive that I had blinked in one of them. At the end of the impromptu photoshoot, the director insisted that we get started with shooting.

   “So, I s’pose you’re my love interest then?” Matty asked.

   “Yes, I suppose so.”

   “Could you do me a favor? Try not to fall in love with me, it would make today much more complicated and I know it might be difficult, but you have to resist.”

   I couldn’t help but chuckle as hair and makeup surrounded the band. “I’ll do my best, I am an actress after all.”

   The music video shoot was a lot more enjoyable than I thought it would be. The director yelled instructions through the megaphone and the song blasted through the speakers. All the boys behaved energetically on stage, interacting with the extras, and pretend playing their instruments. It was almost more fun watching them perform than when it was time for me to enter. The director had me start halfway through the crowd and signalled me to push my way through the crowd until I got to the front. Matty would pause in the middle of the song as the music kept playing when he saw me, a surprised look on his face. I half-smiled in return but kept moving towards the stage. Once I got to the front, Matty would continue singing and dancing around on stage. In a few different takes, he lowered himself down to my level and winked at me. In other takes, he would blow kisses and I couldn’t help but laugh. 

   When my heart skipped a beat, I silently chastised myself. He was obviously acting, wasn’t he? He’d done videos before with models where he had to be romantic with them. 

   Then, the time came for the extras to leave so that Matty and I could film a solo scene. I took a couple of pictures with extras as they were leaving.

   “Oh my gosh, Roxanne and Bridget better make up or I will have a whole cow!” one girl exclaimed after I signed her phone case.

  “Oh come off it, Rachel, Bridget is the biggest slag in the history of slags and Roxanne can do better friends wise,” another girl said.

   I laughed. “Thanks, but you will both have to wait and see.” 

   They ignored assistants ushering them away as they waved while walking in the direction of the exit. 

  “My, my, someone’s popular,” Matty said behind me.

  I turned to him. “Oh please, I did not have all the extras screaming when I walked into the room.”

  Matty shrugged. “Don’t worry, you’ll experience it one day.”

 I playfully pushed him and jumped away when he tried to push me back. As we were laughing the director approached us.

  “Alright you two, let’s get this over with and maybe we can all leave here at a decent hour. Now, I want Y/N to start walking out of the studio, but you’re gonna stop her, Matty, and pull her towards you. This is just after the concert ends and I want to see the emotion. Remember, you two were a mismatched couple with chemistry. “

   I nodded. “Got it.”

  The director marched back to the camera and signalled me to start. I turned on my heel and strolled to the door at a relaxed pace. Just when I opened the door, Matty grabbed my free hand and pulled me towards him. His dark brown eyes were intense as he held me under his gaze. I did my best to match his intensity and tried not to be surprised when he started leaning closer to me. Just when I felt his breath on my mouth, the director shouted for us to stop.

  “Wonderful! I really felt the energy between you two! Now, I need the two of you to dance. This is a flashback scene, back to when things between the two of you were better.”

  “Then we need some music,” Matty said.

  “MUSIC!” the director yelled.

  “The Sound” blasted through the speakers and Matty grabbed my hand, spinning me around, making me laugh in surprise. At one point, he picked me up and spun me around in his arms, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck for stability. We filmed that scene about ten times with different dance moves each time. At the end of the takes, my heart seemed to beat louder and harder after the last. Why did musicians have to be so charming and funny?    Be professional, Y/L/N , I thought to myself.

  Finally, the director was satisfied with our dancing and called for the cut when Matty pulled me extremely close. I could smell his expensive cologne wafting from him. It was hypnotic. 

   I blinked and pulled away. “Um, good work today.”

  “Yeah, you too. I see what Adam was goin’ on about,” Matty muttered.

  “C’mon, Y/N, you have to get back to LA to finish some scenes!” Anthony barked from the stylist area.

  “Coming!” I called.

  “You’re leaving so soon?” Matty asked.

  “Yeah, I have to finish a movie that’s coming out next year.”   “Oh, because, I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind me showing you around the city and maybe getting dinner afterwards.”

  “Are you asking me on a date?”

  “If you want to call it that.”

  “I thought you weren’t going to fall in love with me today?”   “Who said anything about falling in love? I just like you a lot and would like to show you the better parts of London.”

   “Give me your phone?”

    Matty handed it over to me and I typed in my number.

   “I don’t leave until the day after tomorrow so you should call me so we can make better arrangements.”

  “Alright.”

  “Alright.”

  I walked away from him with the biggest grin on my face. Now, I finally understood why so many actresses and models in music videos wound up dating the lead musician: they’re kind of irresistible.

#matty healy imagine #requested #the 1975 imagine

[kpoptionate]

skz ➾ boyfriend!hyunjin

stray kids masterlist // official masterlist

07.19.18

requested: anon + anon + anon

a/n: thank y’all for requesting <333 (anon #3 i’m writing this at midnight and i’m crying i love you) (also i’ll get the minho one up soon !!)

a/n2.0: this got really long dammit lmao i’m so in love with him

woojin // bangchan // minho // changbin // hyunjin // jisung // felix // seungmin // jeongin

h w a n g  h y u n j i n

y’all

this is my boyfriend right here mkay

but if he were yours

wOw do i wish i were you

he was at the park with his dog kkami one morning

and he was just chillin on the bench bc his dog is chill too

but then she (he ? idk someone inform me please) sprinted over to this girl on a nearby bench and started barkin at her (it’s you !)

hyunjin goes to collect his dog and apologizes and you tell him it’s fine, your dog does that too sometimes

and he doesn’t really know what to do so he just kinda apologizes again

you think he’s hella cute and adorable so you pat the bench beside you and motion for him to sit

he was lowkey hoping for you to do that bc he thinks you’re super cute

so y’all’s dogs run around and play while you and hyunjin talk and get to know each other

time flies by and the sun’s starting to set wow

kkami is asleep on your lap and to hyunjin that’s literally like the best thing ever

the prettiest boy/girl ever getting along with his dog, what else could a guy want am i right

he thinks you’re pretty cool and all so he gets your number as the two of you separate

y’all hang out a lotttt

definitely waits a few months to ask you out just to make sure

he eventually does when y’all have a picnic at the park late at night

he brought flowers and a necklace :’)

the first time he brings you over to the dorm to meet the guys they’re freaking out

like wow one of us actually managed to get a girlfriend

i mean everybody thought the first one would be hyunjin tho bc like

he’s hyunjin

he’s also kinda cliché but it’s so cute

your first official date as a couple he takes you to the amusement park

the rest of skz follows y’all but they make it so obvious

like dressed in all black and everything

he wins you a stuffed animal and gets you ice cream and goes on all the rides you wanna go on even if he's scared

when it's dark you he takes you on the ferris wheel

the guys def know what’s going on, cue them spaced out around the area with binoculars and walkie-talkies

when y’all get to the top

he takes his finger under your chin and makes you look at him

he gives a small smile with a little huff and

leans in

and

kisses you

sweetly

when he pulls back he’s got that grin™ on his face

the guys on the ground are screaming and cheering and hyunjin gets superr shy but doesn’t let you know they’re there

okay

so

y’all don’t argue a lot

he hates making you feel bad

boy has a little temper on him but he knows how to control it

until he gets jealous

he is one jealous boi™

around his members he might get jealous every once in a while but it’s not enough to bother him too much

with other people tho ?

watch out hun he’s coming for you

when he sees you talking to a friend and it’s going a little too far he’ll invite himself into the conversation

but the other person just doesn’t stop and you’re too naïve to notice they’re flirting with you

so he’ll pull the other party over to the side for a conversation with his hand tightly around their wrist

“look, i’m not trying to interrupt or anything but that’s exactly what i’m doing, keep that shit up or i swear to fucking god”

i’m not experienced with aggressive dialogue i’m sorry lmao

however, on the occassion you do argue he can get kinda out of hand

might accidentally yell something you’re self-conscious about in the heat of the moment

he’ll hate himself when you storm out crying

very stubborn, but not when it comes to you, no sir

he’ll give you two or three hours to rest and calm down

then he’ll show up at your door with flowers and snacks and little gifts to apologize

his eyes’ll be all red and puffy from crying

if you still close the door on him he’ll probably just burst into tears and not leave bc he just feels so bad and doesn’t want you to be mad and possibly leave him over something so trivial

always tries to make you smile

your laugh is literally like the best thing he’s ever heard

you guys goof around so much

he has so many pictures of you on his phone

he probably sets up a personal insta just so he can put up photos of the two of you together

they’re usually while you’re eating or sleeping (you asleep on his lap is his wallpaper)

or while y’all are on dates

expect lots of those btw

lots

if he’s feeling like the aesthetic boyfriend he is he’ll take you on small ones like the dog / amusement park or ice cream or to a little outdoor café or bike rides through seoul and stuff like that

but he also loves fun ones like laser tag or go-karting

if you guys haven’t seen each other in a while though he’ll take you to something a little more fancy

he always makes sure you look good he always thinks you do tho

like if y’all are going out and you look kinda dumb

he refuses to leave until you fix yourself

he does it in a playful and loving way though

if he can’t find anything for you to wear he’ll buy you something to

he definitely takes you shopping a lot

mostly for clothes

likes you wearing leather jackets and a tshirt

especially his leather jacket

or his sweatshirts

any of his clothes really

you just look so cute and soft and cuddly and fhsjfhjkds you bust all his uwus

it makes him want to cuddle and squeeze you to death

especially if you’re just in your underwear and one of his white shirts to bed

waking up with him is the best bc he’s all up against you with his face nuzzled in your neck

whines when you try to get up and he’ll grab your hand and pout and you just can’t resist bc who can say no to a pouty hyunjin

i feel like crying imagining it :’)

likes cooking with you

even if it doesn’t turn out so great

y’all are always just messing around in the kitchen

likes finding recipes so when you fall asleep or something he can have something for you to eat when you wake up

always makes sure you eat too

oh you just woke up ? i’ll get breakfast

you haven’t eaten since lunch and it’s been four hours ? let’s get a snack

jUst finished pizza ? you need more hun

you need to make sure he eats and rests enough too though

bc he practices a lottt and often forgets to grab lunch so please please please bring him something to eat

he absolutely loves when you do that

it makes him feel loved and cared for and important

likes to be babied, but also likes babying you

love love love loves showing you off

like he’s constantly talking about you to everyone

cool with pda only if you are

if you are then that’s gREAT

he likes to drape his arm around your shoulder when you guys walk

especially around people

loves hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head

cuddling 24/7

cooking ? he’s back hugging you and waiting for you to feed him

dancing ? he’s changing the song so y’all can slow dance

watching netflix ? he’s all up on you, legs tangled in yours with your head on his chest and his fingers in your hair

really good at kissing

like have you seen them lips boiiii

does it all the time

especially little pecks on your lips

doesn’t care if there’s people around, he’s your boyfriend he can do what he wants

he doesn’t go past that when people are present

but when they’re not

bitchhhhh

okay so

he might be legal in america however he’s not in korea so i’m gonna keep it appropriate for his age, lmk if there’s a problem please

okay so everything usually starts with cuddling

which’ll lead to him giving you little kisses on your forehead or cheek

which moves to your lips

and he’ll peck you some times before giving you a longer kiss

he’ll gradually move from your lips to your jaw to your neck to your collarbones

leaving marks all the way down

then back up again

he’ll teasingly drag his tongue up and across your lips before finally locking his with yours

pulling you onto his lap with a hand at your jaw around your ear

his other on your waist

when it comes to kissing he’s definitely not rough at all with it, very slow and passionate

lotsss of open-mouthed kisses with tongue

probably groans a lot

especially if you bite his bottom lip oh lord

he loves it

also bites and pulls yours while looking at you with dark, hooded eyes

somebody stop me please this is too much for my heart

runs his hands up and down your body

like he’ll start from your neck and slowly travel down to your waist and thighs before going right back up

will also slip his hands under your shirt when he comes back

loves it when you roam your hands around his body too

especially his chest and collarbone area

however he also loves your body pressed all the way up against his to where y’all can feel each others heartbeats

probably won’t go farther than pushing your hips down against him

bc even tho he’s a confident boy he respects you and doesn’t want to do anything you don’t

even if he did i’m not writing past that dammit

#stopsexualizingminors2k18

so he’ll end it off by dragging his hands up to cup your face

and he’ll slow down the kissing until it gets to soft little pecks again

then he’ll kiss you all over your face and lay down facing each other with your legs tangled

smiling with red and swollen lips

facing each other with your legs tangled and your arms around his torso, his draped across your waist

bc he just loves looking at you

he’ll kiss you again bc he just can’t help himself

he loves the feeling of your lips on his

then he’ll pull away and settle his face in your neck and fall asleep

wow i’m in love :’)

overall someone who just loves you so so so so much and loves to take care of you

but you need to take care of him as well bc he’s busy and forgetful

you’re truthfully the best thing that’s ever happened to him, nothing makes him happier than being able to see and touch you

it’s not possible to love him more than he loves you

okay i’m soft

i’ll stop now goodbye

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[chrysolina]

Yes Mr officer ⇛ part one

A/n - I know this is slightly random but I had the idea and just had to burn it out into the open. Also, feedback would be very much appreciated on my work!!! I love hearing from y’all really!!

Summary - Welcome to Boston, the city of the Red Sox, the founding fathers and a good looking - yet bipolar - cop?

Word Count - 1.5k

Pairing - Cop! Chris Evans x fem! reader

Warnings - Nothing really, arguing, smoking

yes mr officer masterlist

The busy streets of downtown Boston never seemed to flare up the energy within your bloodstream as well as it did now as you cautiously grabbed the final cardboard box out from the moving van and thanked the driver for his assistance with getting all the boxes up to your new apartment. It was all what you had dreamed as a out-of-pocket student in College as you finished up your final semester as a student - goodbye books, studying and frat parties; hello real world.

Considering all you had been through in the past two years as you saved up for this exact apartment, you couldn’t actually believe you were here doing this, walking up the very same flights of stairs you wondered up with the landlord those three years ago. Everything was finally looking up for you - your family had settled down after the explosive divorce your parents went through and you had secured yourself a nice paying job not too far away from your residence, a lawyer attorney firm that was in desperate need of some well educated and well spoken staff to help settle cases - everything was perfect.

“Hey,” You called out to the stranger that stood in the centre of your living room, the door left wide open after their intrusion. “What are you doing in here?” Your snap was a little off-hand but who was this tall guy who was just standing in your room.

Your face paled once the man spun around and smiled at you cheekily, the flash of the police logo on his navy shirt and the badge and walkie-talkie that hung on his trouser belt made your stomach drop in an instant.

“Oh hey, sorry I didn’t mean to intrude ma’am - I was actually looking for you,” The tall and may you say handsome officer walked over to you and smiled at you again, this time easier than the last.

“Uh sorry - yes that’s fine officer, is everything alright?” You queried the tall bearded man with a worrisome eye and watched as he laughed at the use of the title.

“Yes everything is fine Miss,” The officer chuckled at the look on your face. “I’m not technically an officer yet ma’am, not until I clock in that is.” The man began to explain with a smooth deep voice that made your nerves calm down a bit. “I’m one of your neighbours across the way,” He nodded his head to the other end of the landing to the door with the writing 6 E in cursive on it.

“Oh I see,” You sighed with a small laugh and looked back to your neighbour with a smile, his walkie-talkie cutting through the slightly awkward silence between the two of you. “Well I guess I’ll be seeing around soon uh..” You trailed off and looked down to the label on his walkie-talkie and tried to look for his name  - Evans?

“The name’s Chris, and you are?” He smirked at your perceptive ways.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” You smiled and set the box down on the end table that stood next to the door. You watched Chris slide out and wander down the tiny landing to the small opening of a staircase, instead of just walking away he turned back to face you and tipped his hat slightly as a sign of thanks.

“I’ll see you around Miss Y/L/N, have a good day now.” And with that, he padded down the stairs and left you looking a little miffed in your undecorated apartment but still, it was a start - a hot new neighbour that was actually a cop, weirder things had happened to you before - this was just a small blip in the start of your new life - how bad could it be?

Apparently, worse than you imagined.

After an arduous day unpacking, organising and taking the odd phone calls from family members alike, all you wanted to do was to have a nice bubbly bath in the tranquility of your new home, watch a show or two on your laptop - the TV technicians weren’t coming until tomorrow - and have a long night's sleep.

After sliding the last box in the corner ready to be thrown away, you opened up the small window in the bathroom and began to run the bath, the bath bomb that sat still in its wrapping made you giddy with glee - finally, you could have a bath in the privacy of you own, actual house with no gross or mannerless students living with you - that was until the usual smell of tobacco rolled through the opening of the window and ruined the mood entirely.

You quickly shut the window and padded around to the balcony door in you kitchen and burst it wide open, you took one look to your left and one look to your right and caught the culprit red-handed - the officer guy, Chris Evans. Standing there in nothing but a pair of sweats and a tight fitting vest that accentuated his incredibly muscular arms that were leaning up against the railing, a cigarette in one hand his phone in the other - all whilst under the golden glow of the streetlamp below, he looked like a hero out of a hot and spicy telanovella. 

“Uh hey Chris,” You called out weakly from your spot by the door and suddenly flushed once his steely blue eyes met your Y/E/C ones.

“Hey Y/N.” He looked at you and then back out to the glittery skyline of the cool Boston night, his voice laced with such disregard it made your blood boil for a second - did he really have the nerve to act all dismissive when he was smoking outside your bathroom window? You hoped not.

“Uh what are you doing out here?” You began to fiddle with the latch of the door as you  watched Chris blow out a puff of smoke from his lips and look back down at his phone, rolling his steel-like eyes in the process.

“Could ask you the same thing.” He turned to look at you with such a cold demeure you were beginning to find it hard to believe he was the same man you met hours earlier, his eyes locking on yours so boredly it made you want to slap that look right of him.

“It smelt like cigarette smoke in my bathroom and I came to see where it was coming from, actually.” You partially snapped and furrowed your brows at him as he turned to rest his elbows and back on the balcony railings whilst rolling his eyes at you again. “I’m sorry but is there something wrong here?” You bit your tongue in fear of swearing.

“Oh no not really.” Chris chided in an overly-exaggerated manner that made you tire quickly. “I was just trying to smoke away my heartbreak but hey, can’t even do that now,” Chris hummed in question and looked back to you, he hoped you would just give up and go back inside like his old neighbour used to but little did he know, you weren’t going to stomach your pride so easily.

“Look, I never said you can’t smoke.” You sighed and rubbed your head at his twisted words. “And I was only going to ask you to move - not to stop or anything.” You smiled at him meekly in an attempt to bring him out from his ass - but it didn’t work. Chris only tightened his glare at you and threw his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it like a stubborn horse.

“Yeah and all I’m going to ask if I can be left in peace for five minutes to have a fucking cigarette but apparently not.” Chris just rubbed his bearded jaw and furrowed his brows tightly, a look of stress flashing over his features in ripples.

“You didn’t have to finish though. did you?” You quipped with a quirked eyebrow.

“Maybe but I’m pretty sure a girl like you would complain about my smoking even if it was on the other side of the balcony.” You really tried to think good and hard about what Chris meant by a ‘girl like you’ but you just couldn’t think of anything - but anger.

With a huff of fatigue, you threw your lot in and decided not to deal with the asshole across the way now when there was a bath to be had. “Y’know what, if you wanna be an asshole - fine. Do so by all means but don’t come asking me for any extra beers or packs of cigarettes - like you guys usually do.” You snapped ferociously and turned back inside, slamming the balcony door as you did so.

The absolute nerve of him huh? One minute he’s a chivalrous, good looking cop the next, he’s a hellbent asshole whose main priority is to upset and aggravate you - nice. Either way, when you returned back to the bathroom and slid the window open again, he seemed to have vanished and the bath had run to the perfect temperature. 

But what you didn’t know was that Chris sat - as you said - on the other side of his balcony in his aged deck chair repeating your words over and over in his head and wondering how he had fallen to such a place than to say those things to his new neighbour. 

A/N - If anyone would like to see more possible parts on their dash, please let me know and inspire me to write a little! Also, if you’d like to be tagged don’t forget to ask via asks/dms, I don’t wanna miss you ):

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[yotsubanoclover]

Here’s to Forever

I am in love with you, and so are my seasons.

Entry for @saeranchoiweek day 4 - Weddings

Everything would’ve been perfect... if he were here.

Your first RFA party is coming to an end. It was perfect - V’s photographs were as popular as ever, the guests were friendly and generous, the food were excellent, the hall was luxurious and comfortable, and all the other members, including you, were in their top form. Yes... everything was perfect, except for one thing.

Saeran was absent in your first ever party.

I’m sorry, you remember him telling you a month ago before leaving, his face apologetic. Apparently he got accepted in a renowned photography school abroad and had to attend an early orientation. When the announcement came, the party preparation was nearly complete, and there was no way you, as the guest coordinator, could be absent from the event to come with him.

So, as reluctant as you are, you let him go. After all, you’ve watched closely by his side how hard he’s been working to realize his dreams.

“Hey. What’s with the long face, sis?” Suddenly Saeyoung are next to you, grinning. “You did a great job, by the way. Congrats!”

You force a smile. He’s developed a habit of calling you sis as of late, unknown to you why. “Thanks, Saeyoung.”

He purses his lips to a pout. “No can do. I promised Saeran I’ll make sure you’ll have fun! You’re definitely coming to the after party! No buts!”

There’s an after party? You didn’t even get a chance to ask him anything - Jaehee appears out of nowhere and drags you away from the party hall. The two of you enter a small room at the back of the stage, where you see a table with a big mirror and full of make-up tools. She helps you to sit down - your worn out and confused face stares back at you.

“Jaehee? What is this?”

She flashes a smile, not saying anything. Instead, she starts talking into her walkie-talkie, murmuring in low voice. “We’re ready here. If you please.”

“Zen. Do you mind stop fidgeting around like that?” Jumin calls out to the actor, who’s been moving around restlessly.

“Shut up, Trust Fund Kid!” Zen grows even more agitated. “You wouldn’t understand how nerve-wrecking all of this is, you emotionless robot!”

“It’s not your event.” The C&R Director rolls his eyes. “Why are you nervous?”

“Well, why aren’t you?!”

“I see they are at it again.” Yoosung appears, carrying a big bouquet of flowers. He’s not alone. “Just don’t mind them and prepare yourself, hyung.”

Both Jumin and Zen turn to face the person who just came in with Yoosung, their nearly-broken fight forgotten. At the sight of him, Jumin flashes out a small welcoming smile, while Zen heaves out a long sigh, seemingly a bit calmer. Though, upon a closer look, immediately Zen seems to find something else to worry about. He stomps forward to this new person, fixing his tie.

“Come on, Saeran - you can’t even get your tie right!”

“Like you could get everything right.”

“Why you, Jumin Han!”

“Where is she?” Saeran finally speaks up. He is wearing a white and silver suit, with his hair slicked back. If you were here right now, you would be the only one noticing how nervous he is - the back of his neck and his gloved hands are sweating cold sweat.

“Assistant Kang said they are almost ready.” Jumin answers. “We should be in position now.”

“Who says you could order us around?”

“Shut up, Zen-hyung.” Cutting Zen off before another argument starts, Yoosung offers his free hand to Saeran. “Come, Saeran-hyung, I’ll help you. She must be surprised to see you here!”

Saeran smiles nervously. “I hope so.”

“Jaehee, are you still not going to tell me what this is all about?”

“Why, I thought it’d be pretty obvious by now.” She chuckles.

Even if you say so... Staring at the mirror, you have a hard time believing that the radiant face staring back is yours - the make-up is not that heavy; in fact, it is very simple as if you’re not wearing any at all. Still, your face looks like it is glowing, if that’s the right term. Your usual long hair is curled slightly and braided up, held on by a silver crown you thought only existed in fairy tales.

But perhaps that is not the obvious part. Instead, it is the fact that you have now changed out of your blue dress to a white one. The long-sleeved dress exposes your shoulders while still perfectly covering your chest. The front hem of the skirt reaches your knees, and draped over it is a more transparent fabric which reaches your feet. The back part of the dress is a long tail, trailing on for at least 2 meters behind you. The shorter front allows you to still walk freely despite the much longer tail.

Jaehee is still smiling as she walks closer. “The dress is, of course, something new.”

Making sure the crown is in place, she continues, “This is both something borrowed and something blue,” referring to the blue sapphire on the center of the crown, surrounded by small crystal beads, which reflects the light beautifully. She giggles yet again. “Don’t be surprised - Mr. Han originally bought this for Elizabeth the 3rd, but it ended up in a shelf somewhere in his room for ages. I’m glad it’s finally used properly.”

Wow...

“And your rings are something old!” Saeyoung bursts into the room, holding two little velvet boxes you assume to be the rings. “I found them in an online market for antiques! Apparently they used to belong to the royal family or something.”

Rolling her eyes in disbelief, Jaehee hands you a small bouquet of white flowers - myrtle, sweet peas, astilbe, jasmine, and lily of the valleys. You can easily imagine Saeran handpicking these flowers, which makes you smile. Not noticing, Jaehee then offers her hand to help you walk. “Now, let’s go. We don’t want to keep everyone else waiting.”

“Jaehee!” Saeyoung surprises both of you, handing the veil to Jaehee. “You forgot this!”

“Oh, dear. Of course.” It only took her about a minute. “Now, you’re ready. Let’s go.”

Glancing at the mirror one last time, you can’t help sighing. And they still refuse to tell me anything...

You better not mess this up and fall! you warn yourself, feeling warm as you walk, with all eyes on you.

Jaehee walks closely behind, helping you with the tail and acting as the bridesmaid. Someone is playing Wedding March on piano.

Who knew there’s a garden at the back of the party hall? Well, now you sure do. The sweet smell of flowers decorating the “chapel” helps you to calm down. You recognize the other RFA members - Yoosung, Zen, and Jumin - as well as some of the party guests among the small crowd. A small altar stands in the middle, also decorated by flowers. But that is not where your attention lies.

Saeran, who’s not supposed to be back until next month, stands in the center of the altar, fidgeting with his fingers nervously - his teary eyes on you. Standing right next to him as the best man is Saeyoung, who’s grinning ear to ear.

It’s as if you can hear Saeran saying how beautiful you look; you’re barely holding yourself to run to him. When your fingers are finally intertwined as the two of you stand side by side, you hear it for real. “You’re so beautiful... I miss you so much.”

It takes everything you have not to let the tears flow. “I miss you, too.” Whispering, you add, “You better explain yourself later, okay?” to which he nods.

When it is finally time for you to exchange rings and say your vows, both of your voices are shaky with nervousness...

“Let us one day go far away,

Let us one day leave our garden’s friends in rest and wait,

Let us one day cross the sea to the lands mystic and strange.

“As long as your eyes twinkle for me,

I will always be there with armful of roses for you.

I am in love with you, and so are my seasons.

“The sun and the moon rise and fall every day,

But my heart for you will never stop.

My heart for you will never wax or wane.

“I am an everlasting flower,

wide open for you from spring to winter.”

...yet somehow you know, that both of you have never been so sure about anything else your whole life.

“I love you, my angel,” Saeran whispers as he uncovers the veil covering your face, leaning closer.

The tears are uncontrollable now. “I love you, too, Saeran.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! I can’t be the only one thinking the lyrics of Four Seasons (Ray route ending theme song) are perfect for vows! :) That song means so much for me and I will always take inspirations from there 💕

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[chaotic-bastard-demon]

How Tanis is revealed: A fanfiction

Tanis never thought that the way she would be revealed to the team would be forced. She planned on a big, extravagant, dramatic revealer, just to see the look on the others’s faces. She certainly would not have guessed that it would have been in a deep, dark cave, with her villainous sister laughing over her as her body racked with pain. Nonetheless, that’s what happened.

“Warhammer comin’ in! Trollhunter, do you copy?” Toby’s voice echoed over the walkie-talkie... or whatever you called those things. Certainly there must be a more dignified name for those? Jim went over to the device. “I copy. What’s the issue?” Jim asked his friend. 

“Second mission. Something about a big snake thing that’s been making a lot of animals go missing or something. We gotta check it out.”

Jim sighed. “Roger that. Trollhunter out.”

This’ll be interesting. “Big snake thing”... sounds like a dragon. Tanis thought in his head. It had only been a little bit of time that she’d been stuck in his head... she’d come in the night the whole mess began (ooc note: Becoming part 1)

Maybe. I hope not... do all dragons breathe fire, Tanis? He responded.

Of course not ALL of us. Some of us do breathe fire in any situations, some don’t, some northern dragons breathe FrostBreath, some spit venom, and some, like me, can only under special circumstances. For NightHunters, we only can when its boosted by adrenalin or when we get really, REALLY mad.

Thank you for that alarmingly detailed explanation.

Any time.

As soon as they arrived at the cave, Tanis knew something was up. It was quiet... too quiet for a forest like they were in. It was a full moon, and that has always been a bad omen in practically every culture or whatever. Werewolves, Vampires, Shadow Stalkers, all were out in the full moon. Jim sniffed the air with Tanis’s elevated sense of smell. Aaaarrrgghh!!! Made a huffing noise, Blinky looked as nervous as Jim/Tanis did. Toby said it before Jim could:

“Guys, I think something’s up.”

Tanis didn’t know at the time what came over her, but she forced Jim to run into the cave. The others made their assorted sounds of alarm. “Master Jim, no!” Blinky said in a loud whisper. But they were already inside. It was quiet in the cave, and, despite how deep they were inside the cave, Jim could see. Toby panted as he ran in. “Hah... dude... you can’t just... sprint into every cave... you see! Especially... hah... if its creepy and dark!” He said. 

“What are you talking about... it’s plenty bright!” Jim retorted. 

“It’s pitch-black.”

Jim stopped for a moment. Apparently, Tanis’s abilities that were permanently fused into him included Nighthunter Night Vision. He had no idea how to explain it to his best friend without talking about Tanis, so he just shrugged.

“Tanisssssss...” A slithery voice hissed.

They all froze.

“How nicccccce of you to come... dear sister.” The voice continued. 

Tanis’s look of awareness shrunk into full fear. It was indeed her sister... Urada.

The others seemed confused and mightily creeped out, especially since their party was all-male.

Or so they thought.

Then her head reared out of the shadows. It was only slightly larger than a lioness’s, but with her sleek, draconic face. She was mostly shades of dark purple, mixed with a tad of magenta and a smidge of green. Her wings were the size of a small house from wingtip to wingtip, and her catlike, regal grace and serpentine tail were all too familiar. A glistening circlet, silver with a ruby in the center, perfectly accented her own ruby-colored eyes. Tanis knew what it was... the crown of the NightHunters. Her sister was a Dragon Queen.

Woah, woah, woah. Wait a sec. You were a--, Jim started.

Don’t say it, please. The title’s weird. Tanis replied.

Fine, then. You never mentioned that you were going to be queen! Or in line for it, or whatever... Jim protested.

Well gosh darn it, it must’ve slipped my mind. She thought sarcastically back at him.

“Well, don’t be a stranger, Tanis. Say hello to your sister!” Urada sneered. She held out a talon and made a sharp beckoning motion, and Tanis was forced into control, and was levitated nearer to Urada as Tanis writhed in pain. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she didn’t open them, for she knew that the expression on her friends’s faces would be of disbelief, betrayal, and fear.

Urada snorted as she looked Tanis over. “Hmph. Your new body is scrawny... and I would never have thought that you would have picked a MALE one.” She said disapprovingly. 

“Jim’s fine! He’s a good friend, and at least he cares about more than power and appearance, Urada.” Tanis defended her host. 

“Enough of this. Why don’t you shift back into your REAL body, why don’t you? Or, at least, something like it.” Urada’s face widened into a murderous smile, the grin of a torturer. She gripped her talon into a fist, and Tanis howled in agony.

She knew she was changing. She knew she was shifting into something else. She just never imagined it would HURT so much. Her feet molded into a new shape, her spine lengthened. Her shirt ripped at the shoulderblades as her wings grew out of them, with their star-strewn undersides. Her entire head lengthened and grew at the same time as her draconic head formed. Her horns grew, then twisted in a single wave, and her spine lengthened into a prehensile tail. Her dark purple and indigo scales clapped onto her flesh, as her talons formed, her claws curved and retractable, like a cat’s. Her ears, as a final touch, grew into a shape much like a cow or a goat’s ear, with her single golden hoop earring on her left ear with draconic runes on it materialized. The only clue that the dragon-girl was once Jim was the color of the spiky mane that ran from her head all the way down her neck, which was the exact color of Jim’s hair.

No one made a sound as the now-dragon-girl got up. “Well? Anyone got any comments on my magnificent splendor?” She said sarcastically. Toby made a whimpering sound in the back of his throat. “J-jim?” 

For a split-second, their form flickered, and Jim returned to normal. “I’m still here, Toby. Just... Tanis is, too.” He said, before Tanis’s form took over again and she was a dragon-anthro once more. Speaking of which... being a dragon anthro meant you had human parts... including the human female’s chest... Tanis’s face almost reddened, and she used some magic to make a sort of outfit for herself, which consisted of some jeans with a hole tailored for her tail and digitigrade stance, and a strapless top so her shoulders and wings could be free of burden. 

(Ooc note: Uh, I just noticed that Jim had never used the amulet in this... let’s just say he didn’t have enough time to react.)

“As you know now, my name is Tanis. I’ve been in your friend’s head for, uhm, not too long? The night he got the amulet and stuff... Anyway, I mean no harm at all. Believe me, I was pretty much as freaked out as you are right now when this happened to me. It won’t be much different... there’ll just be... a new member of the team.” She smiled nervously.

“I... I guess. This is just so cool!” Toby finally said. “Can you actually fly? Can you breathe fire? Can you roar so loud that you break glass? Can I ride you as you fly sometime?” He didn’t look... as betrayed as she thought he would. instead, all she saw was interest, fascination, and a bit of hysteria. She also was a bit disturbed that he literally asked if he could RIDE her. That could be interpreted in a VERY different way than he probably meant...

Aaaarrrgghh!!! Came over and sniffed her worriedly until it got weird, and Tanis backed away.

“Why... why didn’t you tell us about this, Master... Tanis, was it?” Blinky frowned. He did look a lot more betrayed than Toby did. “More importantly, what pronouns shall we use for you?” He raised an eyebrow at Tanis. This was... a complicated question. She and Jim together, she supposed, would count as gender-fluid, in a way. “Put it this way: If I’m in control, than it’s she and her. When Jim’s in control, it’s he and him. Only if you actually don’t know which one of us is in control, or if you’re just referring to us in general, than you may use they and them.” 

“Look, this is all very touching, but lets just move on to the part where I kill you and your friends weep over your remains?” Urada said, bored. Tanis snapped her head up. She had nearly forgotten that Urada was there. Tanis growled, and leaped onto all fours, her tail raised like a scorpion. Her claws unsheathed, and she felt her throat glow red-hot. 

“Ha! What bravery. You could never defeat me in the hatchery, sister! What makes you think you can beat me now?” Urada leered. She was in her own defense position, her wings outstretched to make herself look even bigger than she was.

This was more than a pansy monster fight.

This was more than a sibling rivalry.

This was a battle for a throne.

Wow. 

Things just got real deep.

Tanis roared, and her deadly tailblade unsheathed, larger than a chef’s knife, and sharper than a surgeon’s blade. She launched herself onto her sister, pinning her to the ground. They rolled like they were in a catfight, hissing and spitting. They clawed and they bit, and Urada shot fire at Tanis, and Tanis stabbed at Urada with her tailblade. They sprung apart suddenly, then circled, tails lashing. Tanis was no bigger than a huge German Shepard, and Urada was as large as a lioness. Urada had size and strength on her size, but Tanis was lean and quick. Tanis snarled, Urada hissed. Urada suddenly leaped at her and swiped. But this is what Tanis needed. She clawed as hard as she could at the much larger dragoness’s exposed underbelly, and the dragoness fell. Tanis knew she wasn’t dead, but Tanis made sure she had knocked Urada out cold. Tanis stood on two legs again, panting. She was covered in scratches and bites, and the occasional burn. Some of the scratches were deep enough to cause her to limp.

“She isn’t dead. I wouldn’t kill my sister...” She said to the others. “But she’ll be back. I may have needed to kill her if I even wanted to be queen, which I don’t. I already have enough on my shoulders to rule an entire kingdom of dragons. I’m the Trollhunter, remember? I won’t abandon my post.” She let Jim take control again, and turned back into human, as if none if it all had ever happened. The only thing that remained was the golden earring, which was apparently meant as a reminder never for them to forget what they were. He supposed he would have to hide it from everyone else besides the ones who knew about it... assuming they weren’t too observant.

“Jimbo!” Toby yelped happily, and ran to hug him. 

“I was there the whole time, you know.” Jim frowned. Hey, it was true. he hadn’t gone anywhere. He had seen the whole fight. Through HER eyes. He wondered if that was how Tanis felt all the time. Most likely... if so, how could she bear it, traipsing along among his thoughts, his feelings, his memories, and his pains?

“I’m so sorry. I should have told you guys sooner.” It was Tanis who said this, and they all turned toward her voice.

“It’s quite all right, Master Jim. Tanis. All this means is that we have a new, draconic addition to our team, and the more the merrier!” Blinky said. He seemed to be taking this well, which was a relief. “Just... try not to hide to many things from us any more, okay?” He elbowed Tanis as Jim took control again. 

“Deal.” He smiled.

#trollhunters #fanfic #dragon #anthro #its complicated #my mind is an odd place #Kimburtrach #take 2 #trollhunters fanfic #trollhunters fanfiction

[guttersvillemayor]

A Way Less Sad Happy Ending

[Saying goodbye to Pedro left me feeling like I never wanted to get out of bed, but as usual, life had different plans for me and even if I wanted to do that, I couldn’t. Despite having just been for an ultrasound the day Pedro randomly showed up in Fairhope, the following Monday I got a call from my doctor that she wanted me to come back in. I tried not to worry and convinced myself that it was normal for her to want me to come back and talk about the ultrasound. She hadn’t been there when it happened due to another patient going into labor that day. However, I never could have expected the reason why she really wanted me to come in. Then again, considering the father, I shouldn't have been surprised. It seemed she noticed something off about my results and wanted to do it again herself to confirm as suspicious she had. And that suspicion was that I didn’t just have one bun in the oven but two. Twins! Another reason I shouldn’t have been surprised by this news is that twins slightly ran in my family with my elder brothers being twins, not to mention my father and my aunt being twins as well. Still I felt bowled over when she announced the discovery of my second Sweat Pea. It also meant that I couldn’t run from my family any more. Now more than ever I would need their help.

With the help of Dahlia and Reba, a family meeting was called back in New Orleans and with enough anxiety to make me feel like I was never going to keep anything down even if I wasn’t pregnant, I told my family that not only was I pregnant by a man who would no longer be in my life but that it was twins. It was clear that my amazing sisters softened the ground with some of my older brothers and thankfully Jude and Jesse weren’t likely to judge me as my younger brothers. However, the look on my parents’ faces made me feel like a disappointment and the hurt and shock on Jonah and Wendy’s face only made me feel even more shitty. The few weeks after that were definitely rough and I was very thankful to have Dahlia and Jasper offer me their spare bedroom while I tried to work things out with my parents at least. My friendship with Wendy had definitely been changed for good. The part of me that was so close to her as a child mourned that loss, but the adult in me realized that it was never going to be the same once she was with Jonah and it was only going to further cause problems when she became my sister-in-law if we didn’t acknowledge that the relationship between us had irrevocably shifted. Once I felt on a better footing with my family, I wanted to return to the beach house for some solitude and prepare for the huge change my life was taking.

However, my family rightly worried about me being so far away on my own while pregnant with twins. It wasn’t until Jesse came and told me that he had worked it out with his boss at the piano bar and landlord to take some time off and temporarily move with me to Point Clear, that I was able to go back to my haven on the water. Of course, different members of the family would pop in and out to visit me and spend time in the house that was meant for family vacations as the spring and summer months passed. There would be days that I would wake up marvelling in the two lives growing inside of me, at what our lives would be together, at the feeling of having something of peace and home that I’d been searching for all this time. And then there were other days when I felt like I couldn’t leave my bed, where I was drowning in my tears, when JD had to call Dahlia and/or Reba or even my mother to Alabama to help me. It was in these darkest moments when I missed Pedro and contemplated ruining everything that I had sacrificed and his own life by telling him about our children. Never more so than after ultrasounds when I would see them or hear their heartbeats or the first day I felt them flutter in my belly. The sobs overwhelming me and crushing me, not to mention probably scaring the shit out of poor JD. It was these low moments that made me realize I needed to agree with my parents’ request to move back to their home in New Orleans as it got closer to my due date. The fear that I would fail my children allowed me to get over the embarrassment and wounded pride of needing to ask my parents for help.

The decision definitely was the right one as we were able to figure out a situation that worked for all of us before I started nesting. It was decided that the bottom floor of their home would become my de facto home with my own privacy from the second floor which would be theirs. Yet, the closeness would allow them to help me take care of my precious twins when they came. Who knew how long this arrangement would work out for me, my parents and the twins… but for the moment, I had a plan and a path forward. Throughout the pregnancy, I spent my time working on a photography book covering my travels, although I wished I had been able to cover the eastern half of the country, I considered this book almost a love note to my little Sweet Peas and the journey I had gone through with their father to get to the point of having them in my life. So it made sense somehow that in the middle of the night after having sent my rough draft to a publisher, I awoke with some serious back pain and did my best to get out of bed before giving up and calling out to Jesse in the family room, hoping he’d spent the night on the couch like he’d mentioned earlier. Used to needing my help at random times, my youngest brother walked in clearly still half-asleep and disheveled but more than willing to give me a hand even after having spent the day doing stuff around the house for me.

It’s not until he hears me give a slight cry out that he seems to truly wake up. His hand reach out for the walkie-talkie next to my bed that has been utilized for communication between me and my parents when I moved in. “Um, Mom, I think something is wrong with EJ. She’s clearly in pain.” My words frustrated and pained as I grumble.] When am I not in pain these days thanks to me being the size of a motherfucking hippo. [As if having heard the commotion in my room, Dahlia and Jasper appear in the doorway and it must be the confusion on my face that prompts my eldest brother to answer my unasked question. “We were here late talking with Mom and Dad and just decided to spend the night here with the kids.” Before I can think of anything to say, another horrible pain grips me and Dahlia reaches out for my hand to help me breathe through them. The look between her and Jasper has me fearing that this is more than just the Braxton-Hicks I’d experienced a few times. And I’m not the only one who picks up on the silent communication as my younger brother gives a slight laugh, which I’ll admit pissed me off more than it normally would. “Hey, what are the odds of you having your twins on Friday the 13th?” Realizing what Jesse meant, my eyes go wide and I turn to Dahlia almost in a panic.] You don’t think my bad luck is going to get passed to the twins, do you?

[Jasper is unable to stop himself from snort-laughing, despite the glare Dahlia sends his way before turning her gaze to me attempting to calm me down. “No, Ems. First off, I don’t think you have bad luck as you’ve been blessed with two little ones so if anything you have amazing luck. But the only thing you’ll be passing on to those twins are some beautiful genes and maybe some questionable Mosby habits.” This gets me to chuckle a little bit before I have to bite back a groan from another contraction. My parents now joining the party as I can feel my mother’s warm hand rubbing my aching back. “Hey baby, it sounds like you’re having an eventful night.”] Yeah, I thought why wait for the sun when it’s much more fun to have a late-night rave. What time is it anyway? [I’d been starting to fall asleep at random times and earlier than I’d ever imagined possible before getting pregnant. “You crashed some time around 9, I think. You did keep waking up throughout the night...” My younger brother starts to explain as my father politely escorts him out of my room to give me some space with Dahlia and my mom. “It’s just a little after 5 as Jasper and I fell asleep about 1 or so ourselves.” I groan this time not from a contraction but from guilt at keeping them from their rest. Dahlia’s lips quirk and I know she’s trying to keep from laughing at me.

“It’s okay, Ems. I wouldn’t be able to sleep through this nor would I want to. Jasper will no doubt go lay down with the kids if not Jesse. Now why don’t we change you into some different clothes before heading for the hospital.” Her gaze flickering between me and my mother as if not wanting to take control from either of us but knowing how much I’ve depended on her throughout this pregnancy. If we hadn’t been like sisters before this, we sure as hell were now.] That might be a good idea as I’m pretty sure I just peed myself. [The words are said with a mirthless chuckle which invites a chuckle from both my mother and Dahlia. “Oh sweetie, that’s probably just your water breaking.” I glance towards my mother hopeful because I didn’t like the idea that I couldn’t control my bladder no matter how much people wouldn’t hold it against me cause I was in labor. “We’ve got the car and go-bag on standby when you ladies are ready to go.” My father’s voice comes floating through the door and I hear my mother reply back to him that we’d be out soon while Dahlia helps me out of my pajamas. I won’t lie that I took the opportunity to wear a lot of sweats and baggy clothes when it came to my maternity wardrobe, but I’d never been more glad for that decision than while trying to dress while in the middle of contractions.

It takes a little bit, but eventually we join my dad and Jasper in the family room and we all seem to look around at one another before I release a bit of a mix between a sigh and a chuckle.] Alrighty folks, we better get this show on the road before I have these kids right here. [“Yeah, I’d rather not see that, EJ.” Jesse quips as he walks over to me from the second bedroom door. His arms attempt to come around me in a loose hug as he whispers. “I’ll see you and those kiddos in a few hours. Don’t do anything crazy until then, okay?” A few tears fall from my eyes and I give him a tired smile.] Will do, broham. Give our niece and nephew a good morning kiss from me and their soon-to-be-cousins, please. [He nods and walks off to the bedroom with Jasper, no doubt being given instructions about what to do if he or Dahlia are needed. Somehow we are both quick and yet slow to get out into the vehicles. My dad and Jasper in the front seats while Dahlia and my mom sit in the back with me. Thankfully the drive to the hospital isn’t that long or I’d have started to feel claustrophobic on top of being in pain from the sheer fact that a woman pregnant with twins shouldn’t be squeezed between two other women in a compact SUV.

I want to say that I remember a lot more from my labor, but honestly beyond the pain and sudden fear of being a horrible mother and once more feeling the overwhelming sadness and guilt over Pedro not being there for the birth of his children, I don’t remember much. Of course, Dahlia and my mom were there with me through it all until at last I heard the cries of my children entering this world. The emotion almost knocking the breath out of me more so than the continued contractions. In the end, I was present with my beloved Sweet Peas. A boy and a girl. The fraternal twins resting on my chest as my family was finally able to join me back in my hospital room. “Took you long enough, sis.” The smile on JD’s face belying his words. We'd last seen each other more than 24 hours ago. Visitation keeping everybody by my parents away through the night after I’d finished delivering the twins.] Good morning to you too, Uncle Jesse. [He reaches out for my son and brushes a soft finger over his cheek. “You did good, Emma.” Before he can say anything else, the rest of my brothers arrive trying not to be too loud and wake the sleeping babies.] Looks like the gang’s all here. [I chuckle softly and watch as Jasper and Dahlia help their children, Abigail and Arthur sit on their laps close enough to see the babies without disturbing them or me on the bed. Arthur making a comment about how small his cousins are which has his mother chuckling and explaining that he was that small once himself.] Would you like to meet them, Artie? [His head bobbing enthusiastically as I pull back the caps so he can better see the twins from his seat.]

This lovely lady here is Gemma Aster and she was born at 11:11pm, and this gorgeous guy is Solomon Pedro. He’s a little younger than his big sister coming out at 11:30 on the dot. [“Pedro?” Reba glances over to share a look with Dahlia, who clearly didn’t mean to ask that question out loud. All this time I hadn’t shared who the twin’s father was with my family out of respect for both his life choice and because the pain had always felt so fresh just under the surface. But I knew when I was thinking up baby names that I wanted my children to have something of their father. The question intrigues the rest of my family and I simply nod my head as I brush a soft finger over Sol’s baby hair. My eyes never leaving his angelic face.] Yes, Pedro for his father. [The adults in the room seem to take a moment to process this new piece of information while Abbie and Artie are more interested in seeing more of their cousins. “When will they be able to play, Aunt Emma?” “They are still babies, Artie!” Before this can delve into an argument between the two siblings, Dahlia quickly leads them both away from my bedside with a playful roll of her eyes my way, a smile, and a motion of her head towards my family.]

Would anyone like to hold them? [And just like that, my words seem to bring them back to the present and spur them into action as my brothers almost fight over one another about who gets to hold the twins first. The sight of my family, who I’d worried about accepting my pregnancy at the beginning of the year, falling over themselves to spoil my children with their love causes me to start crying and it takes both my parents hugging me from either side to help me calm down enough to enjoy watching my brothers get to know their new niece and nephew. I didn’t know what else the future had in store for us, but I knew as long as I had Gemma and Sol by my side along with my family, things would be okay because my children were my life, my heart and my home.]

#AWayLessSadHappyEnding #EJMosbySL #EJ-Mosby

[ceruleanvulpine]

re-reread special edition: footnotes

that is to say, the bad beginning: rare edition footnotes, which some helpful person has posted here. Book Club Beware, Spoilers Abound

In the years since the book’s publication, many people who have read the book have besieged me with questions concerning the iotas of the story, exactly how I came to know these iotas, and if I cared to add anything to my report. My reply to these questions is always the same. “Look behind you,” I say, and then I leap out of the window and slide down the drainpipe of the hotel, art gallery, or interrogation room in which I have been staying. Sometimes there is a car waiting for me. Other times it is someone in the car who is waiting.

The actual Bad Beginning doesn’t have as much of that lemony fresh style to which I have become accustomed, so it’s nice to get back to this. Mr. Snicket, please stop leaping out of windows. 

I have a few moments to add the following notes to iotas within the text of The Bad Beginning, reprinted here in the feeble hope that these police inspectors, art dealers and chambermaids will leave me alone.

Oh! They pulled part of that monologue in episode two from here!

On that particular occasion, the Baudelaire parents not only gave their children permission but encouraged them to leave the house, as the adults had some pressing business to attend to. This business was delayed indefinitely due to death.

I have no comment on this it’s just very good. 

The Baudelaire table was not used exclusively for dinner. (…) One thing I remember from my time at the table was that it was always necessary to use a coaster underneath one’s beverage so as to not leave an unsightly ring on the wood.

@snicketsleuth​ has used this as evidence that Lemony was at the Baudelaire mansion on the day of the fire, but they have also discussed how the family tree in UA only works if Lemony’s mother’s initial is the branch he comes from; given the fact that Beatrice is allergic to peppermints and Lemony refers to “the famous Baudelaire peppermint allergies,” it seems just as likely to me that Bertrand took Beatrice’s name rather than the other way around, meaning that Lemony is reminiscing about much longer ago.

This was an official fire department, which despite hundreds of years of existence has not managed to stamp out fire completely. Just recently I was forced to stamp out a fire completely, when I became so immersed in reading a philosophical work entitled Nobody’s Family is going to Change that I completely forgot about some Gruyère cheese fondue I was reheating. Also, I have reason to believe that the O that appears on the official fire department insignia stands instead for a person’s name.

Our narrator, in fine form, pivots from absurd literalism (the fire department has failed to completely get rid of fire) to, uh, apparently unaware hypocrisy (of all people, Snicket, YOU let unattended food catch on fire?) to unfounded paranoia (I don’t THINK it stands for Olaf Fire Department, L). 

I love him.

Curiously enough, Mr. Baudelaire’s brandy bottle was found on the remains of the dining table, with no coasters nearby. This would indicate that either the coasters were burned beyond recognition, or the Baudelaires had received a visitor who had no manners whatsoever.

Count Olaf: shows up to your house! drinks your brandy without a coaster! commits arson!

For more information on the Doldrums, interested parties might turn to chapter 2 of Norton Juster’s alleged allegory The Phantom Tollbooth.

@jewishsnickets​ !!!

For more information on the destruction of the Royal Gardens, interested parties might turn to the following articles in The Daily Punctilio, the city’s newspaper: “Arson suspected in Destruction of Royal Gardens,” by Jacques Snicket, and “Absolutely No Arson or Any Other Suspicious Thing Associated with the Royal Gardens, which Simply Burned to the Ground and Then Were Covered in Dirt Due to Wind, Says Official Fire Department,” by Geraldine Julienne. Incidentally, the Royal Gardens had several ornate wooden benches ideal for sitting and reading, or for contemplating the more exotic plants contained in the Poisonous Pavilion. All of these benches where lost in the destruction except one, which has since been moved to the lobby of a hotel. It is easily recognizable due to a small unsightly ring, left by someone who did not use a coaster underneath his or her beverage.

1) The reference to poisonous plants ties in with the theory that the case Justice Strauss was dealing with (with the poisonous plant, and the illegal use of someone’s credit card) was the destruction of the Royal Gardens, which Jacques was investigating.

2) This bench, apparently used by Olaf, turns up in The Penultimate Peril and again in The Beatrice Letters, which is fucking amazing. 

p.23 …the stuffed head of a lion, which was nailed to the wall. For more information about the abuse of lions, interested parties might turn to Book the Ninth. Professional lions are often named after their trainers, but I have been unable to determine if the lion on Count Olaf’s wall was Beatrice or Bertrand.

Hey……. this is uncalled for

Also, my sister has proposed that some of these eyes hid secret peepholes, cameras, or microscopic lenses, as in the Baudelaire home.

this sentence is a fucking journey, taking you as it does from “olaf that’s fucked up” to “as in WHERE??”

Despite Geraldine Julienne’s article in The Daily Punctilio “No Poisonous Plants Were Removed from Royal Gardens Prior to Destruction, Official Fire Department Reports.” I have reason to believe that the poisonous plant Justice Strauss referred to was removed from the Royal Gardens prior to its destruction.

See!!!

pp.41-42 From a street vendor, they purchased olives after tasting several varieties and choosing their favorites. My commonplace book contains following interview: LS: On the day in question, did three children-a fourteen-year-old girl, a boy a bit older than twelve who was wearing glasses, and a young baby with somewhat peculiar teeth-purchase from you some olives, after tasting several varieties and choosing their favorites? Vendor: Yes.

LEMONY, YOUR RESEARCH IS BAD

p.55 …if anyone had looked into the Baudelaire orphans’ bedroom… Two people did, of course.

Ah, no, see, this is where the really creepy note I remembered was.

._’

p.62 …the Fountain of Victorious Finance… Readers of Book the Seventh will remember that fountains are like top hats in that they provide hollow spaces in which things can be hidden (please see my note to page 6), and I imagine the damp surroundings of a fountain’s innards would be comforting if the person hiding inside had recently survived a fire.

(waves “beatrice survived” flag)

The songs include the following: “Dreary, Dreary” “The Butcher Boy” “Vide le Cercueil, Vide Mon Cœur” “Place Daturas on My Grave” “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” “Dry Bones” “Bizarre Love Triangle” “Dans des Terrains Cendreux” “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” “Lately I’ve Become Even More Lonely, So I’m Crying Harder Than Usual” (unfinished)

Dreary, Dreary is a real and upsetting song by the Gothic Archies, based on the books. 

“The Butcher Boy” could be either a sad folk song called The Butcher’s Boy about a man who abandons his lover or a “bawdy” and “festive” Italian tarantella sometimes called The Butcher Boy?? 

“Vide le Cercueil, Vide Mon Cœur“ (”empty the casket, empty my heart”) is…. a fictional aria from a fictional opera called “The Posthumous Revenge,” which is itself in a book by Edward Gorey. Amazing. 

“Place Daturas On My Grave” doesn’t seem to exist anywhere else, but daturas are referenced in a later footnote.

“La Belle Dame Sans Merci” is, of course, a poem by Keats. 

“Dry Bones” is a biblical folk song??

I had previously assumed “Bizarre Love Triangle” was just a reference to the events of the VFD backstory, but no, it’s a New Order song and now it’s making me sad about Lemony, thanks Haniel. 

“Dans des Terrains Cendreux“ is the opening line of the poem “La Béatrice” by, yup, Charles Baudelaire. 

“I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” is a song by Hank Williams, although the last one is… uh… presumably Lemony’s take on it. 

The Victorian art of flower arranging is a coded system in which each flower in an arrangement conveys a certain message. Below are some flowers and their Victorian symbolism: Aster: Cheerfulness in old age Chrysanthemum: truthful 

Datura: “I dream of thee”

Peppermint: cordiality, warmth of feeling Fennel: worthy of praise Nasturtium: heroism, patriotism None of these are flowers believed to have been used that evening. Please see also my notes to pages 6, 18 and 62

Bolding mine. Also, those footnotes are the thread about the possible survivor hidden in the fountain. HMMM. 

p.142 No one seemed to notice that he held a walkie-talkie the entire time. My commonplace book contains the following interview: LS: On the night in question, during the performance of Funcoot’s play The Marvellous Marriage, did you notice that Count Olaf, the production’s start, was holding a walkie-talkie the entire time? Audience member: No. LS: How about you? Another audience member: No. LS: You? Another audience member: No. LS: You? Another audience member: No. etc. p.146 “But Violet is only a child!” one of the actors said. “She’s not old enough to marry.” My commonplace book contains the following interview: LS: On the night in question, did you say, “But Violet is only a child!” one of the actors said. “She’s not old enough to marry.” Actor: I think so.

YOUR RESEARCH METHODS ARE BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD

P.157 In the darkness, Violet looked like a ghost, her quite wedding gown moving slowly across the stage. My commonplace book contains at least seventeen interviews with people who remarked that due to the facial resemblance, the white dress, and the dim lighting, Violet Baudelaire looked quite a bit like a woman who is no longer alive.

hello…….. this has killed me

#asoue #ceruleanrambling #current reading events #rereread #the puzzling book club

[hawkinspostbite]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐞

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MASTERLIST 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐨

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc. 

[ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟺]

Once again they had split up. Dustin and Max, and Mike, Lucas, and Kate.

Kate was the one to find him. Outside in the middle of the open field on the far end of the school.

He was standing there, frozen, his mouth shut and his eyes fluttering.

Kate grabbed his shoulders shaking him. “Will! Will! Wake up!”

Nothing was happening.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, holding his face. “Come on. Come on. Will! It’s Kate! Come back! Find my voice!”

Lucas had ran back to find the others. Mike was beside her. Kate was screaming at Will. She couldn’t get his attention.

Amidst the chaos she heard the pounding of footsteps, accompanied by Joyce’s voice. “Will! Will!” She called.

“We just found him like this, I think he’s having another episode!” Mike called to her.

Joyce approached her, frantic.

Kate stepped to the side as Joyce began to try and bring her son out of his trance. She clenched her hands into fists and she stood and watched.

There was nothing really to do.

Suddenly he snapped back. His mouth and eyes opening. He gasped.

Kate exhaled loudly.

Without another word Joyce turned, guiding her son back into the school. The five of them followed quietly. Joyce helped Will into her car and they drove home.

The remaining crew was left standing on the steps of the school. “Okay that totally freaked me out. Did that not freak you guys out?” Max broke the silence, her board in hand.

Lucas ignored her. “Two episodes in two days.”

“It’s getting worse.” Mike added.

“Do you think it’s True Sight?” Lucas asked.

“What’s True Sight?” Max was still out of the loop.

Mike shook his head. Lucas sighed. “It’s nothing.”

With that, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike moved to get their bikes and go home. 

Max and Kate stood still.

“Hey. Radio when you get home, okay?” She called down to them.

They all nodded and continued on their way.

She turned to Max. “Do you want my number? Since you don’t have a walkie yet?” Max nodded.

“Do you have a pen?” She pulled a little slip of paper out of her pocket. Max dug through her back and held a black-inked pen up.

Kate took it with a smile, scribbling down on the tiny paper.

𝒦𝒶𝓉𝑒 988-648-2721

She handed the slip to Max. “For checking in, and just in case you ever need somebody to talk to.” She offered her a smile.

“Thank you.” Max held the paper tightly.

Kate walked down the steps. “Call me when you get home.” She turned to smile once again at Max before walking towards the high school. She had left her bike there.

No more than an hour later Kate was home - Steve was not. She couldn’t imagine where he’d be since he and Nancy had a fight ,but she wasn’t complaining.

Dustin had radioed in right as she got upstairs. Lucas and Mike following after. She needn’t worry about Will. She knew Joyce wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

Then the phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. “Hello? Harrington house. Kate speaking.”

“Well, well, well Harrington, getting your number was easier than I thought.” The voice chuckled from the other line.

Maybe she shouldn’t have given Max her number.

Kate huffed in annoyance. “Cut the shit. Is your sister there?”

“Max is not my sister.” Billy snapped.

“Okay... well can I speak to Max?” She asked.

The line crackled with static. “Maxine! Phone’s for you!” Billy called.

A small commotion on the other end was heard before Max finally answered. “Hey. Everything okay over there?” Kate asked.

“Yeah. Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?” Max sounded nervous.

“You didn’t call me when you got home-“

“Sorry, I forgot.” Max muttered.

Kate sighed. “Look, I know that Mike doesn’t want you in the party. But official party member or not, as long as you’re hanging around with us, I’m going to look after you, okay? And an agreement we all have is that when you go home, you radio Kate to let her know you’re alive.” “It’s fine.” Kate took a deep breath. She hadn’t realized she was being so forceful. “So you’re good?”

“Yes. Yes I’m good.”

“Okay. Good night Max.”

“Goodnight.” Kate went to hang up the phone.

“Hey Kate-”

“Yes?” She held it back up to her ear.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight.” She let Max hang up first so she knew the call was officially over.

After her phone call with Max, Kate went upstairs, taking her second shower of the day before crawling into bed. Her clock read 7:02.

Early, but much needed. She let the sweet embrace of sleep pull her in.

[ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟺]

Kate awoke the next morning to find Steve had already been home and gone. “Dick!” She mumbled, as she read his note stuck to the counter.

𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 - 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚

He didn’t even lift.

She went over to the phone, dialing Tommy’s number.

He picked up after the third ring. “Hello?” He asked.

With a sigh she spoke. “Tommy, it’s Kate. My asshole brother left without me. Any chance you could pick me up?”

Twenty minutes later Tommy picked her up with Carol riding shotgun.

The morning went by quickly, and once again it was free period. Carol and Kate were sitting on the top bleacher today, watching Steve get pushed around by Billy again.

“Your brother is getting his ass kicked.” Carol laughed.

“Good, he fucking deserves it.” Kate replied, her eyes trailing to watch Billy taunt her brother.

He laughed. “Alright! Alright, alright! King Steve. King Steve everyone! I like it, playing tough today.”

She could tell Steve was growing irritated. “Jesus! Do you ever stop talking man?”

Billy chuckled at him. “Your sister sure likes it when I talk to her.”

That statement made a series of events happen.

Kate jumped up to stand and stare in astonishment at the boys on the court.

Steve’s eyes grew wide and his attention was directed to Kate.

Billy took the opportunity to run past Steve, shoving him to the ground, and making a basket.

Steve lay still on the floor and Billy turned back to him, grabbing his hand and whispering in his ear. But he didn’t help Steve up, he just shoved him back onto the ground.

The whistle blew and the boys on the court fled to the locker room.

Kate couldn’t even begin to form thoughts, let alone a sentence. She sat back down.

“What, did you and Hargrove have phone sex or something?” Carol smiled.

“No! No! He’s all bullshit! It’s a lie!”

“Well you must’ve talked on the phone at some point?”

“Fuck!” Kate kicked the bleacher in front of her. “I gave his little sister my number because she’s friends with my kids- She doesn’t have radios like they do. And he fucking called me last night. I told him to let me talk to Max and he did. That’s. It!”

She turned to Carol, who was taking in every word she said. “You believe me?”

Carol laughed, almost scoffing. “Yes! God yes, Katherine.”

She began to gather her things. “I know you. You’re smart. And you don’t have a phone in your bedroom. Don’t worry. I got you.” Carol winked at her and walked down the bleachers.

With a gracious sigh, Kate gathered her books into her bag and made her way towards the locker room entrance. If she didn’t clear this up with either Steve or Billy today, it would eat her alive.

Whoever came out first, she would settle it with. And whoever was second would be handled later.

She was hoping it would be Billy first.

Unfortunately, it was not.

Steve attempted to just brush right past her, but she grabbed his forearm, causing him to tug back. “Steve.” She whispered.

He yanked his arm out of her grasp. Kate had never realized how tall he was compared to her… “What? What now?” “Steve, I-“

“What? You, what, Kate?”

She huffed.

“You want to explain to me how you knew that Nancy ran off with Jonathan and you didn’t tell me?”

“Steve, what? I didn’t know-“

“Bullshit!” He shouted.

“Hey! Keep it down!”

“No! Fuck you! Nancy is your friend, you can’t tell me that she didn’t tell you she was leaving!”

“Steve, she didn’t!”

“And, and! - Can you please tell me why Hargrove has your name in his mouth?! Talking about how you “love it when he talks”, and “There’s plenty of bitches in the sea, just like your sister!” Huh, Kate?” With every word Steve grew louder.

Kate swallowed nervously. Everyone in the hallway had stopped to stare at them.

The door behind them opened, Billy and Tommy appearing. “Oh just in time!” Steve exclaimed.

“Steve-“ Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t know what to say. Obviously everything Billy said was a lie, it was just to get under Steve’s skin.

And it worked.

“You know what, save it. Go fucking talk to him-“ he flung his hand in Billy’s direction. “- if you love it so much.” He stormed down the hallway, ignoring every stare.

Her face was hot with embarrassment. Billy stepped forward, a solemn look on his face. “Harrington, I-“

“Save it Hargrove.” She snapped, rushing away from him.

She went to her next class, silently. She ate her lunch silently. She attended her final two classes silently and was ready to walk home silently.

“Katherine Harrington you’re being paged at the middle school.” A voice sounded over the loudspeaker.

She groaned. No doubt it was a message from the boys.

Ignoring the stares and snickers from her classmates she walked outside and through the parking lot. She brushed past Carol and Tommy who were on their way to meet Billy in the parking lot. “Kate. You okay?”

“Yeah. Great.” She replied.

“There’s a party tonight. At the quarry, bottom spot.” Tommy spoke. “I figured you might wanna, you know, relax a bit.”

A small smile made its way to Kate’s face. “Yeah. Yeah, a little relaxing sounds nice. I’ll call you later, for details. Middle school. Kid business.”

Without waiting for a response she took off towards the middle school.

When she arrived, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Max were sitting on the steps.

Mike jumped up as soon as he saw her. “We need to talk. AV room. Right now.” Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Kate followed.

“Party members only.”

“Come on Mike.” Dustin spoke.

“No! This is non-negotiable!”

Dustin looked at Max apologetically. “Sorry Max.”

“Sorry.” Lucas repeated.

Max turned to look at Kate. “Kate, come on!” She pleaded.

Kate ignored her. She knew she shouldn’t be taking this out on Max, but right now she didn’t want anything to with Billy, or anyone associated with him.

Once inside the AV room they got down to business.

“Will didn’t want me to tell anyone, but on Halloween night he saw a sort of shadow in the sky.” Mike spoke.

“A shadow? What kind of shadow?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know. But it scared him.” He paused. “And if Will really has True Sight, I mean, if he can really see into the Upside Down, maybe he saw that shadow again yesterday.”

“So that’s why he was frozen like that?” Dustin asked.

“Maybe.”

“Can it hurt him? I mean, if this shadow thing isn’t from our world-“ Lucas spoke.

“I’m not sure. Dustin?”

“Well if you’re in another plane, you can’t interact with the material plane. So theoretically, no. The shadow can’t hurt him.” Dustin answered.

“Yeah, if that’s even what’s really happening.” Kate finally spoke. “This isn’t D&D, this is real life.”

“So what do we do?” Lucas asked.

“We acquire more knowledge.” Mike answered. “I’ll go to Will’s after school. See what’s going on. You guys stay here, and find Dart.”

“Dart? What’s he got to do with this?” Dustin asked, defensively.

“Will heard him in the Upside Down. I don’t know how yet, but he’s gotta be connected to all of this. He’s gotta be. 

If we find Dart, maybe we can solve this thing. Maybe we can help Will.”

They all parted ways.

Kate didn’t tell the boys that she wasn’t staying to search for Dart. And she didn’t tell them that she was actually going to a party, to get blackout drunk and hopefully end up at home in the morning.

She biked home, alone with her thoughts.

Upon returning home, she avoided her brother at all costs. He locked himself in his room anyway so it wasn’t too hard.

She had called Carol and arranged for her and Tommy to pick her up at 8. She waited on the front steps as the sky grew dark. 

Right on time Tommy rolled up and Kate could hardly wait to get going.

Carol and Tommy had already split half a bottle of jack between them. Carol smiled, turning around to hand Kate the bottle. “The rest is all your’s babe.”

Kate said a silent prayer for herself as she took a sip. 

It burned in all the right places. She paced herself though, wanting to make the burn last all night.

When they got to the quarry, it was packed already. Cars crowded the bottom spot, their radioes blasting a plethora of different tunes.

Tommy, of course pulled right up next to Billy, for which he got a smack on the head from Carol. She pulled Kate from the car, Billy’s eyes traveling with the two as they went in search of their other friends.

Kate couldn’t read the moon but she guessed it was around 10:30. She had finished her half-bottle of jack some time ago and was now onto her second beer.

Granted, beer was far from her drink of choice, but it got the job done.

She was also sitting on the hood of Randy Owen’s car, his arm around her shoulders, as they talked and laughed about god knows what.

“Are you cold?”

“I’m shivering. Aren’t I?” She pulled at her sweater with shaky hands. “See, you’re not the only one with questions.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re shivering.” He chuckled at her, handing her his coat. “You’re something else.”

“How long does it take your car to heat up?” Kate asked, running her fingers through her hair.

“Why?”

“My hair is about to turn into icicles, and my core temp is running low. I thought... maybe you could help with that.” A smile found it’s way onto her face.

“Almost instantly.” He replied, a newfound gleam in his eyes.

“So what are we waiting for?”

Kate was led back to Randy’s car. Where the small crowd of people had finally dispersed back to their own cars.

She noticed out of the corner of her eye, Carol, Tommy, Billy, Tina, and Reed we’re sitting around a small fire.

Carol caught sight of her and blew a kiss.

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