#which is why i wanted the afternoon to myself ANYWAYS so no matter what the fucking days a goddamn bust for me regardless

[slicznymartwy]

billy lenz x gn!reader (established)

when billy finally gets caught by your housemates. notes: just something short i wanted to write for billy hehe. stand alone blurb with some reference to nsfw but nothing explicit. kind of stupid and mostly for myself <33

Billy closes the door behind himself with a soft click. You feel a bit like Pavlov’s dog when you sit up, eyes finding his shadowy figure easily despite the complete lack of light. There was no moon or stars in the sky, only rolling black clouds that came in the afternoon and threatened to ruin the entire weekend.

He stands still until you smile at him, settling back against your headboard as you watch each other. 

You don’t need to talk. You know why he’s here, and he knows what he can take from you. He waits until you gesture him to come closer, and he takes uneven steps towards your bed like he’s walking on a rocking boat. 

He kisses you like he loves you, and you can forget that he lives in your attic for a little while.

In the morning, you can feel Billy sleeping beside you. Opening your eyes, you can see his mess of frizzy hair against your silk pillows, a strange sight that you realize you’ve never really seen before. He’s usually long gone before you open your eyes, his side of the bed messy but cool, like he was just a ghost visiting you in the night.

You glance out your window to make sense of the time - it’s a grey and cloudy morning, and with a start, you shoot your head to look at the clock on your bedside. Finally recognizing the sound of your housemates from downstairs, you realize it’s nearly noon. It wasn’t uncommon for you to leave your alarm off on a Saturday morning, but you’ve never slept in this late, especially not with your secret visitor.

You shake Billy awake, but he pushes your arm away with a muffled sigh. He nuzzles deeper into your pillows and, feeling panicked and annoyed, you poke between his ribs. Billy squawks and smacks your arm in response, which you gasp at. You hold your arm in pain as you sit up.

“Wake up,” you hiss. “You need to go.”

Billy puts your comforter over his head and ignores you. Sighing, you can’t help but feel sorry for Billy. You know he hasn’t slept on a real bed for months now, so you couldn’t really fault him for wanting to stay put on such a gloomy morning. It doesn’t change the fact that he needs to make himself scarce, and quickly. 

Apologetically, you rub where you think his arm is under the comforter. 

“It’s morning, Billy. Someone’s gonna see you.”

You can hear Billy sigh as he starts to really wake up, finally understanding why you were so persistent. He sits up, letting the comforter fall off his naked torso, and rubs his eyes before looking out at the crummy weather.

“I’ll walk you to the attic,” you tell him, getting up from your bed and searching for your clothes. You can feel Billy’s eyes on you before he does the same, pulling on his jeans and sweater without wasting any more time.

He meets you at your bedroom door, and you pause a moment to fix his hair; it stands in a million different directions after what you two got up to the night before. As you comb it with your fingers, he scowls and tries to duck his head down. It doesn’t matter anyway, you’ll get him back to the attic before anyone can see him. 

You leave first, looking up and down the hall before creeping towards the attic entrance by the top of the stairs. With the coast clear, you gesture him to follow and he does, his steps quieter than your own. 

You’re almost there when someone suddenly runs up the stairs. You both look to each other, panicked. Billy looks between your room and the attic, but neither is close enough for him to escape to without getting caught. You share one final frenzied look at each other just as Phyllis comes face to face with the two of you. She freezes on the top landing and stares at the man. 

“Morning,” you say, with a strained smile. You stand in front of Billy, who you’re sure is staring wide eyed at Phyl given her concerned expression. 

“Morning,” she says slowly. “Who’s this?”

You look up at Billy like you hadn’t realized he was with you. Sure enough, his expression is haunting as he gawks at your housemate.

“Oh! This is… a friend. From the chemistry department,” you say. 

“A friend,” she repeats, giving you an unimpressed look. 

“We were studying,” you say. 

“Uh huh.” She looks at Billy. “What’s your name?”

Billy doesn’t answer. 

“He doesn’t talk much.” You wince, grabbing a hold of his arm. “He’s gotta get going. Busy day.”

“I bet,” Phyl says, watching you both try to sidestep her down the stairs. You make it to the foyer, even with Billy dragging his heels a little bit once he realizes he’ll have to go outside.

Luck isn’t on yours or Billy’s side, as Barb catches you both next, leaning against the doorway to the living room.

“So, this is the mystery man we’ve been pretending not to hear all night,” she teases, arms crossing over her chest. Billy stares at her like he stared at Phyl and you sigh. 

Putting your hand on his arm to fruitlessly try to get his attention, you tell her, “He’s just leaving.” 

“Why? He can stay for lunch,” she offers, but you know better than to take it as selfless kindness.

“I don’t think so,” you say, as you start to pull Billy towards the door. You take your scarf hanging from the coat rack and wrap it around his neck and then place an umbrella in his hand. He tears his gaze away from Barb for long enough to look at the umbrella with disdain. 

“Sorry,” you say to him quietly. You kiss the corner of his mouth, and his eyes return to their wide surprised look. You smile at him apologetically before opening the door and throwing him out to the rain. 

“Brutal,” Barb comments. Watching his shadow through the stained glass.

“He’s busy. He’s from the chemistry department,” you continue the lie. 

“Oh, I bet there’s a lot of chemistry going on between the two of you,” she smirks. 

Outside, Billy struggles with the umbrella, cursing every slut he’s ever seen and met.

© slicznymartwy 2023, please do not repost or copy.

#billy lenz #black christmas (1974) #billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #₊*. ⋆༘ — uli writes

[v3nusxsky]

Hey love, I hope your well. Can I maybe ask for a hurt/ comfort larissa × reader fic? I was thinking maybe reader could have BPD/bipolar disorder and when, Larissa is in her office for extended periods of time she sometimes gets insecure and thinks Larissa is purposefully ignoring her and feels on the verge of splitting and pushing Larissa away, but she's been working on it and so one afternoon when she feels like sending a maybe not-so-nice message to larissa because she's a little hurt, instead she goes to Larissa and breaks down in tears and asks for a hug? And maybe larissa sort of knows what's going on and just embraces R tightly and reassures her it's simply work, and she'd much rather be spending time with her girlfriend than on a laptop all day, and maybe is just very mommy and calls R a good bunny for coming to her???

Split incoming| h&c

*Authors note~ as someone who has bpd and splits I feel these are important to write for and I hope some one out there finds this comforting or informative. This is largely based on myself and quite indulgent, wrote in a split so I can't say it's my best*

Trigger warnings~ mommy Ris bunny r (non sexual dom/sub dynamic (24/7 kink?) bpd r splitting

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You love your girlfriend, truly you do more than anything else in the world, so why would you feel this way? Your own brain confused you most days so how could you expect someone else to understand. Your borderline personality disorder has been something you've struggled with for years, people had came and gone in your life because of it. Because you become too much, a problem. You gotten use to that same pattern and routines, convinced yourself that you were simply unworthy of love. It's the only thing that made sense, how could all those people be wrong?

Until you met Larissa. You'd split on her many times yet she still stayed. You couldn't do anything or say anything that would make her leave you. But that didn't mean it was okay. You hated who you became in those moments, you never really remember them clearly but you knew you had said and done some terrible things. Living with the regret of hurting your favourite person because they don't seem to match the pedestal you put them on. It wasn't on them. You knew you needed to work on responding better. It was hard but you needed it.

Larissa is safe, you knew that. So after a few splits, you both sat down and made lists of triggers and things you could do or she could do to help you in these moments. She knew splits were an inevitable part of your relationship together. However, Larissa wanted to be there to support, love and help you anyway she possibly could. No matter what you need, Larissa will always do her best to provide it.

A big trigger for you is when Larissa ends up in her office for hours on end. It made your irrational brain convince you she was ignoring you, cheating, or worse, leaving you completely. You could feel a split coming on, the rational sides of your brain leaving as you felt clouded with all these confusing thoughts and conflicting emotions. You typed up a message, the rage overwhelming you as you informed her if she was going to leave then hurry up because you I'm fact did not need her. She was just like everyone else who came and left.

Before hitting send you remembered your promise to the blonde, so you threw your phone else where as if it burned you and hurried to her office. You didn't bother with knocking but as soon as you laid eyes on her you couldn't help but burst into tears which caught her attention. "Mommy, hug" you'd sobbed. Without questioning it Larissa came to gather you in her arms, putting her laptop away, you had her soul attention. She knew what this was, you'd came to her and used your signal, she couldn't be more proud of you. "It's okay bunny. You're so good darling. Thank you for coming here love. I'd much rather be all snuggled up with my cuddly bunny than doing boring work" she murmured to you showering your wet cheeks with sweet kisses. "I'm so proud of you bunny for finding mommy. You split didn't you?" Causing you to nod in response. "Okay bunny good job shall we go lay down? Cuddle and maybe nap love does that sound good?" Truly there was no one as perfect as Larissa Weems, she seemed to always know what to do even if she felt like a failure she'd always help bc she was her.

Word count~ 807

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #weems #principal weems #weems x reader

[atinylittlepain]

i'm about to use tumblr like a diary.

here's the thing about getting that thing you've wanted long enough to convince yourself it will solve all your problems just as soon as you get that thing, just as soon as that want is settled and sated. it doesn't work as seamlessly as that.

the thing i wanted, worked my want up into tooth and nail and fang and blood, came in an email. what changed between the two breaths it took for that email to show up in my inbox? not much, honey! a future, a move, a get out of undergrad free card, sure, yes, great. i let myself be excited about it for an afternoon or so, and woke up the next morning in about the same place i've been waking up in for a while now. wherever i go, there i am.

if you've been around this blog for the last two to three months you will have seen me engaging in what i'm now calling flailing - swearing off writing one week, only to post a one shot the next week, only to swear it all off again, only to threaten to delete the whole thing, only to go radio silent and fucking love it, only to show up again, which leads us to here, this post. and i don't know why i'm saying all this, trying to explain it, i think mostly just to myself, albeit in a very public fashion, but here it goes anyways.

i'm fucking tired and i want to clear the air. the truth is i don't really like writing fic any more, it's become a sort of compulsive comfort crutch of mine, a quick hit source of dopamine or validation that doesn't work any more. i write fic from a very numb, very lonely, very desperate place these days, and i don't want to do it any more. if i'm being honest, i don't really want to write anything any more. i started calling myself a writer and then got afraid of the silhouette i had carved out for myself. i'm not calling myself anything now.

i unfollowed a lot of people in order to distance myself from dynamics and content that i do not enjoy. to any friends that this has hurt, or any pots that this has stirred, it means nothing more than me wanting a simple, quiet dash when i log onto here.

all this is to say that there might be fic eventually, sometime far down the line. there also might not ever be fic again. i'm still writing in stops and starts, but i'm a little too tender right now to share anything.

i'm going to use this blog however i want to and there is little else to say about the matter.

[yuusishi]

May I request Vil with a s/o who's a bit hyperactive and dense at times which make people question how they got together. But when people get a closer look at their relationship they see that his s/o just does things for him that make him smile. Like give him roses when he's having a bad day. Cute stuff like that

I also like to think people ask him why he's dating them and he goes like "because they make me smile" and I think that's so cute

Vil with a Dense and Hyper S/O !

Anon I just wanna say this is my favorite request to date because of how simple but goddamn adorable it is. Although I’m pretty hyper myself I don’t know if I wrote reader hyper enough 😭. I also apologize that this post might be pretty low quality considering I’ve been having writer’s block for weeks now.

pairings: Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader

genre: fluff

cw/tw: none

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Rumors circulate easily on the internet, especially about ultra-famous people like Vil, being his partner doesn’t make it easier for you. But who cares? It’s none of their business anyways.

You exit the flower shop excitedly waving goodbye to the owner, with how many flowers you’ve bought your boyfriend already the owner’s got to know you a lot, you didn’t tell the owner that your partner was THE Vil Schoenheit though, you would prefer if you didn’t see a flock of people in that shop everyday.

Jogging your way back to your shared apartment, you opened the front door with a big smile on your face

‘Hm? Vil isn’t on the couch today?’ you thought

Whenever you’d come home you would most of the time see Vil sitting on your couch on his laptop doing some work, you thank the Seven whenever he would wear that turtle-neck shirt that fit him so perfectly while he wore a pair of blue light glasses.

You skipped up the flight of stairs and found him laying on your shared bed, a rare sight considering it was in the middle of the afternoon, rarer being that his hair was slightly messy as if he’d just woke up

“Not working today?” you asked, your hands behind your back

Vil stretched his arms forward letting out a quiet groan “My manager gave me a day off since she thinks I’ve been working too much lately, I let myself have a small nap for once. After all, you need plenty of rest if you want to stay the fairest” he gave a soft smile towards you.

You sat down at the side of the bed and gave Vil a wide grin, he looked at you curiously but he already knew what was about to come

“Ta-daa!” you popped out the flower you bought earlier, it was a white lilac, Vil gently took the flower from your hands and brought it near his face to inspect it

“White lilacs symbolize purity and innocence, it fits you very well”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you smiled wider somehow “I didn’t know you were familiar with flower language!”

It seems like your brain just didn't register Vil's compliment and only registered the fact he knew the flower's meaning but no matter, he's already used to this after being together for years.

“Say Mr. Schoenheit, how about your love life? What’s up with that?” the interviewer asked

Vil’s currently attending another interview, the 3rd time this week actually, asking the same questions over and over again but this is the first time someone has dared to ask about his ‘love life’

“Hm…it’s rather eventful actually, my partner is a rather energetic person and brings a variety of things home everyday, it’s always a surprise waiting for me whenever I hear them open the front door” he calmly answered

“Actually a few people have spotted you and your partner out and about sometimes and it seems you weren’t joking about them being energetic, what made you pick them?”

Vil’s eyebrows twitched up for a moment before he gave a small smile to the interviewer

“Simply because they make me happy”.

You were laying on the couch when you saw the live interview, you sat completely frozen after Vil said those words, his voice ringing in your head.

Your face developed a red flush on your cheeks as you buried your face in a pillow, internally screaming in panic

“Gosh Vil, you’re so…”

You silenced for a few moments before lovingly sighing

‘I’ll reserve that thought for when he gets home’

You flopped back on the couch on your side and continued watching your boyfriend’s interview.

Vil sighed in relief once he arrived at your shared apartment now that his remaining interviews for the day and work are over, now all he needed was to get in bed with you immediately.

He rang the doorbell before opening the door, noticing that it was suspiciously quiet in the apartment tonight,

Thinking you were already asleep he quietly opened the bedroom door and changed clothes before finally being able to relax and lay down on the bed.

“Boo!” you whisper yelled at Vil’s face that was close to yours, he chuckled lightly before grabbing your waist and pulled you in so he can hug you while he slept, he gently kissed your forehead before whispering a small ‘good night’ to you

You sighed as you buried your face in his neck and let your muscles relax under his hold

“You’re so mean saying that in the interview knowing that I’d be watching” you mumbled

Vil gave a soft laugh “I’m mean out of my love for you, dear”.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil #vil x reader #vil x mc #vil x y/n #vil x you

[synnlyrose]

Pretty Toes 🩶 (Pt 1????)

Levi has a foot fetish....

Implied future sexual relationship between Levi and Y/n

Captain/Cadet Dynamics, age gap, Y/n is 24.

Part Two Maybe 🤔

MDNI :)

It was rare but Captain Levi had ordered his team to take the day off and relax. We had found ourselves down by a lake. The sun was high and bright in the sky. Some of us, including me had already found our way into the clear blue water. It was refreshing & aided in cooling down our hot, sweaty and achybodies. Everyone was at ease for what felt like the first time in a long time. Jean had managed to get his arms around my waist and was getting ready to toss me into the chest deep water.

"Jean! Ple-" I squealed with a loud giggle as I felt my body being tossed for a moment before water engulfed me, wetting my hair. I insisted I didn't want to get wet. I stayed underneath the water for a moment before my head emerged. Jean was laughing hysterically, along with Connie and Sasha. "You're so dead!" I yelled back playfully as I moved through the water getting ready to tackle him. "Awe, what's the matter Y/n?" Jean laughed as he moved about the water trying to run from me.

We continued to play like children for a few hours, our loud laughs and screams could be heard from all around. It was almost as if we'd forgotten about the reality in which we faced.

The sun was still high, but it had moved. It had to have been at least 3 in the afternoon. I found myself completely relaxed. I was sitting in the shallow end just letting the waves lightly rock my body. I glaced around at the other soldiers enjoying themselves and I smiled to myself. It was nice to see everyone having a good time. I then, looked to the beach, my eyes falling on Captain Levi. He had taken his jacket off and hung it on a near by tree and was cleaning is ODM gear, per usual. He seemed content in doing this. Every now and then his eyes would shoot up, his face expressionless as he monitored his scouts, before going back to cleaning his blades. I watched him for a moment or two longer before I got up. I found my towel in my bag and wrapped it around my body as I made my over to him.

"Hey Captain." I said with a small smile on my face. Levi froze for a moment, not looking up. His voice was monotoned as normal when he addressed me. "Hello Y/n." He said, he was fixated on running a damp rag across his blades. "Something I can help you with?" He further asked.

"No, sir. I just thought I'd come check on you." I expressed while watching him clean. My words caused Levi to freeze for a moment, his eyes moving from his gear to my feet- and his breath hitched in the slighest. His eyes didn't leave my feet for a long moment and I could see his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed. There was a small but noticeable blush that crossed his cheeks as he cleared this throat. "Your feet are dirty." Levi exclaimed, with a low throaty growl, he eyes still locked on my feet.

I looked down in confusion at my feet, wiggling my toes a bit. He was right, they were a bit dirty. They were covered in water, sand, and some grass. "Ah, yes Captain. I suppose they are a bit dirty." I agreed with a small chuckle and subtle nod of my head. I was confused as to why this would be something Levi brought to light, but I didn't really push it.

"Clean them." Levi expressed, in a sharp demanding tone and he reached into his satchel and produced a clean rag. Hie eyes left my feet for only a brief second to meet my eyes as he held out the rag. I looked back at him, trying to hide the bit of confusion that crossed my face. I was taken aback by his sudden command and I cautiously reached out and took the rag from him.

"O-kay..." I said a bit awkwardly- but I removed my towel anyway, exposing the fact that I was in my undershirt and underwear, still very much damp from the water I was in. I took a moment spread the towel out and took a seat, I looked down at my feet, flexing my toes just a little. I heard Levi take a sharp inhale the moment my toes began to wiggle. It wasn't unnoticed as I glanced over at him. "Is everything alright, Captain?" I asked tilting my head at him, the look I gave him was innocent in nature, but still held a bit of curiosity.

Levi cleared this throat once more, "Yes. Everything is fine. Just do as your told and clean your feet." Levi said in a harsh whisper and that's when I realized.

Captain Levi Ackerman has a thing for feet.

This revelation had me blushing and curious all at the same time. I stared at him as his eyes shot up to meet mine for a moment before he looked back down, this time slowly trailing his eyes over my legs, down to my feet. To further confirm this suspicion. I flexed my foot just a little, closely watching his reaction from the corner of my eye. Levi shifted a bit in his sitting position crossing his legs a little harder. His body went stiff and his breathing was getting heavier.

"Your feet Cadet. Clean them." He reminded in a clean husky tone- one that didn't leave room for any argument.

"Yes, sir." I said softly. I couldn't help the small smirk that formed of my face while reaching forward to run the rag across my foot, collecting the debris from it. I kept Levi in my peripheral. His eyes were trained on my feet, like he had abandoned the idea of cleaning his gear all together. He licked his lips slightly as I finished cleaning off one of my feet. Since I had caught on to what was happening, I decided to tease him innocently. I turned a little bit, and I extended my foot out towards him. "Like this, Captain?" I asked playing dumb. I held my foot right in front of his face, wiggling my toes in the slighest.

I heard Levi take a deep breath, and he shifted again, leaning back against the tree a little. He was so absorbed in looking at my foot. His breathing had increased drastically and it looked like he was struggling to speak. "You...missed some dirt..." He exhaled, taking my foot into his hand, by the ankle with out hesitation, my breath actually caught a little. I wasn't expecting him to touch me. His calloused fingers gripped my foot softly as he reached for the rag and started wiping the dirt that I missed from in between my toes.

Levi was throughout. He took his time, making sure to get every last bit of debris from my foot. He looked like he was enjoying himself, a little too much. He didn't actually look at me as he did this, his focus was solely on my foot. (Pun definitely intended.)

I couldn't help but giggle a little, from both the light tickling sensation and the fact that Levi had become flustered. I glanced down noticing the fact that his pants had gotten a bit tighter in the thigh area. I was turning the stoic captain on. When he was done, he held my foot in his hand a bit longer, inspecting it. "There." He said with a strained breathless sigh. His eyes locked with mine for a minute. The lust in his eyes was undeniable. He clutched the rag in his hand, and motioned for my other foot which was still quite dirty. I didn't hesitate as I brought it to his hand.

Levi had taken my other foot, and also began wiping it down. His concentration was set on cleaning my foot and he didn't miss and inch. He cleaned in between my toes, the sole, my ankle and the top of my foot. Slowly, wiping the dirt away. I noticed him getting harder and harder by the second. When it was said and done, Levi sat back. His eyes locked on mine again and he licked his lips. Slowly, he leaned forward, grabbing my other foot, and placing them in his lap, nonchalantly. He stared down at them hungrily for a moment before he spoke again, his voice matching his lustful expression.

"You have such pretty feet, my dear." His voice hit my ear in such a way that is sent a shock wave of arsoual right though me. His pet name was soft and definitely not expected. His hand moved to encase the top of my foot, his finger running along the soft skin. "Feet like these shouldn't be used for killing Titans." He further growled, his nail racking over my ankle.

I was a little taken by his sudden forwardness and clear desire. I never expected Levi to be so open with his desire, especially with everyone so near. I had to give a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, as my stomach started to flip in excitement. Thankfully, not a single soul was paying us any mind. "Thank you." I said softly. There was a soft plopping sound that could be heard as Levi let my foot drop back into his lap. He let out a low breath and he looked up at me. I stared back at him, my eyes wide with my own look a selfish desires and Levi lips curled into a smirk.

"You know what I want, don't you Y/n?" Levi teased in a low alluring whisper, his hand going back down to rub my foot, his fingers tracing over my sole, making me giggle a bit from the tickling sensation. "I think I do, Captain." I answered him just as seductively. "Good, my dear then we have an understanding. Meet me in my tent tonight? And make sure your feet are clean." Levi further instructed.

I nodded my head in understanding, giving a small "Yes, Sir." Levi smiled to himself and gently patted my feet, as if indicating for me to move my feet. I did, but it stop me from looking at the clear bulge that was so harshly pressed up against his slacks. I bit my lip in pure excitement as I thought about what might come tonight when I slipped into Levi's tent. And suddenly, the sun couldn't set fast enough.

#smut writer #levi ackerman smut #levi smut #levi ackerman #levi aot #aot x reader #aot smut #fanfic #levi x reader

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Christmas surprise (Christen Press x Reader)

Merry Christmas! I've been really tired recently so I'm a little behind on requests, I hope to get some more finished in the next couple of days. Christmas is tomorrow and I'm working so I wrote this really quickly. Hope you enjoy.

Words: 2.3K

Y/m/n- Your mums name, Y/d/n- Your dads name. 

"Please just stay with me tonight, I promise I'll tell everyone after Christmas."

Christen sighed, taking a step back, "You don't have to tell everyone Y/n, I just want our families to know."

"We can tell them after tomorrow okay? I promise. All I want is to wake up next to you tomorrow."

"Can you at least tell me why you want to wait until after Christmas?"

We had been keeping our relationship a secret for the past 2 years, there were only a select few people that knew. It started out with wanting to establish our relationship in private then moved to liking the privateness of it. Christen had been wanting to tell people for a while now, but I had been putting it off. It wasn't that I necessarily wanted to keep it a secret or wasn't ready for people to know, I was just a very private person and struggled with people knowing my business. Christen had been understanding up until recently, she was at the point where she didn't want to hide it anymore. We had been together for 2 years, it was my turn to be understanding now. 

The truth was that our families already knew about us, but Christen didn't know that. In the past she had talked about having a joined family Christmas so this year I had decided to surprise her. That meant telling both our families to get them to agree. 

I had told Christen that my family was coming over tomorrow afternoon so she wouldn't get suspicious when I started preparing lunch. The only issue so far was trying to convince her to stay. She was a bit upset that my family was coming, but she wasn't going to be able to meet them. 

"It's just, my parents don't know I'm gay, I'm sure they'll be okay with it, but just incase they're not, I want one last Christmas where things are normal." It was partly true, I had never explicitly told my parents I was gay or introduced them to any of my past partners, but it was obvious they always had a feeling. My family had barely reacted when I told them about Christen. They were just happy that I was happy. 

Christen smiled softly before kissing me, "Okay, we can wait until after Christmas. From what you've told me, your parents will be okay with it."

It wasn't a complete lie, while my reluctance was mostly my privateness. I had been slightly scared to tell them. Either way, I hated lying to her and it wasn't easy. Christen and I were always honest with each other no matter what, "They probably will, but it scares me anyway. Will you stay?"

"Of course I will. Can we watch Christmas movies?"

We spent the night watching Christmas movies and drinking hot chocolate. I loved nights like this. Nights where it was just us, in sweatpants and cuddled up on the couch. Or nights where we would cook dinner and just talk about anything and everything. With her I was relaxed, I was able to be completely myself without fear of judgment. I had flaws, I was stubborn, had a hard time opening up, but Christen loved me regardless. I couldn't wait to come home to her everyday, cook dinner, to fall asleep and wake up next to her. Hopefully that would become a reality after tomorrow. 

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Normally, Christen always woke up before me, but I was excited which meant sleep didn't come easy. I killed time by watching her sleep, she looked so peaceful and incredibly beautiful even with messy hair and no make up on. I think it was one of my favourite versions of her. Christen stirred slightly before burying her face further into the crook of my neck. It was the sign that she was waking up. I traced patterns on her bare back, placing a kiss on her temple. 

"Merry Christmas my love."

Christen shifted to leave a lingering kiss on my lips, "Merry Christmas baby. I could get used to this."

"You wake up next to me all the time."

"Not nearly enough. You're awake early today, is everything okay?"

I kissed her again quickly, "I'm excited, it's Christmas."

Christen rolled on top of me, smile stretched across her face, "You're cute, I can't wait to spend Christmas with you next year."

"Neither can I Chris. I'm sorry it can't happen this year."

We were cuddled on the couch, coffee in hand as we just enjoyed the peacefulness. I reached down feeling for the little box that I had hidden next to the couch, "I have something for you."

"Don't be, it sucks, but I understand it." Instead of saying anything, I connected our lips, enjoying the way our lips felt together. Shivering slightly when her tongue ran across my bottom lip then connected with mine. Quiet moans slipped from us both, tangling together as our bodies followed suit. It was soft and slow. There was no rush, just the two of us, showing the love we held for each other. 

Christen slowly opened the box to reveal a key. She looked at me confused, taking out the key to look at it, "I already have a key to your apartment."

"It's the key to my heart," I replied as seriously as possible, but the little giggle Christen let out made me burst out laughing. "You had that a long time ago. This is the new key, remember I had to get my locks changed? This one comes with a question though."

"I'm still not sure I understand."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Look in the box again."

Christen pulled out the piece of paper, reading it quickly.

Christen,

You know how they say home isn't a place it's a person? Well, it's true. You feel like home, with you is the place that I feel the safest and warmest. My apartment feels empty when you're not here, I find myself counting down the minutes until you are back here with me. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you next to me every day. I want to do mundane tasks with you like grocery shopping, chores, cooking or lazy days pottering around the house. These things can be done anywhere, I don't care where we live because no matter where it is, it will be home as long as you're with me. Will you move in with me?

 Arms wrapped around me tightly, "Yes, of course I will."

"I need to start the rest of the food." The turkey was already in the oven, but there was still a lot to do. 

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"I should probably head off, go help my dad set up."

"You don't have to leave yet, your family is doing dinner and my parents aren't coming for another couple of hours."

"Is this your way of asking for my help?"

"Maybe."

Christen rolled her eyes playfully, but started helping me sort out the vegetables. Quiet Christmas music played in the background as we laughed and joked around while we prepared. I could get used to this. I was starting on dessert when flour hit the side of my head. I turned slowly to find Christen standing next to me, an innocent smile present, "You're going to pay for that."

I scooped up some flour of my own, tossing it at her. It went back and forth for a little while until I wrapped my arms around her, making her squeal as I trapped her against the counter. Finger dipping into the batter and smearing it over her face and mouth before connecting our lips, "Delicious."

There was a knock on the door and Christen looked at me panicked, flour sticking to her hair and face. I kissed her forehead, wiping some of the flour off both of us. She went to say something, but I quickly jumped in, "Don't worry, come on."

"Bu-"

"Merry Christmas Chris," I said as I opened the door to reveal my parents and Christens dad standing there. The siblings were coming later. Christen looked shocked, looking between us.

"W-what?"

"Surprise."

"They know?"

"They've known for a little while."

"What?"

"I wanted to surprise you, that meant I had to tell them."

Christen hugged me, kissing my cheek, "God I love you. Thank you Y/n"

Christens dad, Cody motioned to us, "What happened here?"

Arms wrapped around my waist as I was finishing off the last dish. Soft lips pressed against the exposed skin on my shoulder. I let out a sigh, relaxing back into her, "Do you need any help?"

"Chris decided to throw flour at me so of course I retaliated. Cody, these are my parents, Y/m/n and Y/d/n. This is Cody, Christens dad and of course this is my girlfriend Christen."

They fell into easy conversation as I went back into the kitchen to clean up the flour and finish the food. My parents were talking to Christen and Cody as if they had known each other for years. It made my heart flutter to see them all getting along. I knew Christen was it for me, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her so having them get along with the other most important people in my life was like a weight off my shoulders. Another hour went by, my brother, and Christens sisters had arrived. The house was full of laughter and conversation. Everything Christmas should be. 

"I'm okay love, this is the last thing to do. You could set the table?"

Christen kissed my shoulder, then neck, cheek and lastly my lips before pulling away to set the table. Channing and Tyler stood on either side of me as I watched Christen. It took me a second to register they were there, too preoccupied with watching the small smile on Christens face or the way she couldn't go more then 5 seconds without looking up at me, her face filling with concern when she saw me with her sisters, but quickly changed back when I sent her a small smile. Even after 2 years together, she still made butterflies erupt in my stomach with a single look, I felt giddy and like a teenager again when I was around her. 

"I don't think I've ever seen her this happy," Tyler stated quietly, Channing nodded in agreement, "Keep her that way and we won't have a problem."

"Trust me, I have every intention of it. There's nothing more important to me then her happiness."

"Good, can we help you take these to the table?"

Once everything was set up, we all sat around the table, conversation still flowing. I squeezed Christens hand under the table. She looked at me with a small smile before turning back to my mum who had started asking her a question. 

"So Christen, how did you meet my daughter?"

"Um we play for the same team."

My brother snorted, making me glare at him, something stupid was about to come out of his mouth, "I'd hope so since you're dating."

I reached across to whack the side of his head, almost instantly being scolded by my mum, "You are so annoying."

"Anyway, I hear Y/n managed to convince you to move in with her. Are you guys going to be staying here?"

I shrugged, glancing at Christen before responding, "Um, I'm not sure. We haven't really talked about it yet."

"I think we will, I spend most of my time here already, at least half of my clothes are here so it's easiest."

We stared at each other until the clearing of a throat made us snap out of it. She said it so easily, like it wasn't a big decision, like it was the easiest thing in the world. To me it was, I didn't care where we lived as long as I was with her. I loved her more then I ever thought possible. My brother joked some more about how gross we were, of course being scolded by my mum. It was one of the best Christmases I've had in a long time.

---

Everyone had left a little while ago, we had done a quick tidy up, but decided to just leave the rest and go to bed. I was already in bed, while Christen sat on the edge, removing her rings and earrings.  

"Thank you for today Y/n, it was amazing. I can't believe you did that for me."

"I would do anything for you Chris. I'm sorry I had to lie to you though."

Christen kissed me, a small smile present. Anyone would think the smile was genuine, but I knew Christen like the back of my hand. It was obviously fake, "Normally, I would be upset about it, but this time I'll give you a pass."

She looked down, playing with my fingers as a quiet sigh left her lips. That's when I knew for sure that something was wrong, "Are you okay love?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired."

My hand squeezed hers, pulling her into my side, lips landing on her temple, "Don't do that, you don't have to pretend to be okay with me Chris."

"It's days like this where I really miss my mum. I just wish she was here, I wish she could have met you, I think she would have loved you."

"I'm sorry Chris. I know you miss her, but she's always with you in everything you do, well most things anyway," I winked, causing a small, but genuine laugh from her, "Seriously though, I would have loved to meet your mum, from what you've told me she was amazing and if you're anything to go by then I believe it."

"You don't need to flatter me Y/n, I've already agreed to move in with your messy ass."

"Just because we're together doesn't mean I'll ever stop making you feel special, because you are Chris. You are the most amazing person in my life, you light up my life in a way no one ever has, in a way no one else ever will."

"I love you Y/n, today meant a lot."

My hand slipped under her shirt as I pulled her further on top of me. Our lips connected in one of many soft yet oh so sweet kisses we had shared today. If there was only one thing I could do for the rest of my life and never get tired of, it would be kissing Christen. 

"I love you more."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press/reader #christen press imagine #uswnt imagine #woso x reader

[gothic-thoughts]

Whole Lotta Lost

Kaeya Alberich x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Meetcute, Hydro!Reader

CW: Kaeya being the flirty king he is, Diluc pops in for a sec,

"Diluc!?" I call out, "Diluc!"

Where the hell did he run off to? I told that bastard to wait for me! First time here, and he leaves me. How am I supposed to know where a damn restaurant is if I've never been to it? Hm. I suppose I could explore—

"Excuse me!"

I stop in my tracks and turn to the direction of the warm voice and my eyebrows widen at a short, black woman jogging towards me. My heart races, thumping in my ribcage watching the blue, waist-length braids sway majestically with each step she took.

I lean on the building next to me, respectfully ogling the way her cacao skin soaks in the rays of the afternoon sun. Diluc can wait. Once she stops in front of me, she looks up at me with eyes darker and prettier than cognac diamonds.

"Whoa, whoa." I say, standing up straight, “What’s the matter, beautiful?"

She pokes her chest. "Me?" 

"Yes, you.” I chuckle, “What happened, are you alright?"

“No. I was...well,” she tucks the braid in her face behind her ear, "You're from around here, right?"

"Oh no; I'm just visiting on...business."

"I was hoping you knew where this coffee shop was. I think it's called 'Pusas' or 'Puspas' or something."

"Hmm...maybe. Is that why you look so frustrated?"

"I'm just pissed cuz I've lost my tour group so I’ve been lost all damn day and you're the first person to try to help me. Or at least respond and it's been--"

"Hey, it's okay; I hate to see you in tears. If it makes you feel better, I'm a little lost myself."

"Really?"

"Yeah, a friend of mine told me to meet him at some café here as well but I'm not sure where it is. Which direction do you believe yours is in?"

She points behind me, "I'm pretty sure it's...that way?"

"Hm, well I was already going that way. What are the chances we're looking for the same place? Or even across the street from one another? C'mon, maybe we can find them together."

"I don't know, you seem like a nice--"

"Oh right, where are my manners?" I hold out my hand, "I realize how suspicious I sound. My name's Kaeya, captain of the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt."

She happily shakes my hand, "I'm (Y/n)."

I sigh with a giggle, “A pretty name to match a pretty face; how fitting.”

"Thank you."

“I don't mean to be so direct but you're just...breathtaking. Anyway, shall we?"

She smiles brightly as I step out of her way, arm extended to allow her to walk next to me. I glimpse down at the golden heart necklace that accented the red crop top and black shorts she wore. Perhaps she’s from Inazuma...or Liyue. Does she have an elemental power?

I snap out of my thoughts to see her anxiously nibbling on her glossed bottom lip so I try to read her expression better, only to accidentally peek at her cleavage. I clear my throat and snap my gaze to the storefronts we were passing.

"So, where are you from? I couldn't help but notice your clothes, but I didn’t want to assume."

"I'm from Liyue, I'm just visting."

"Really? If you don't mind me asking; do you have any elemental powers?"

"Yeah, I'm guessing you resonate with Hydro? Wait, no, Cryo?"

I laugh, "What gave it away, the blue?"

"Just the blue?" (Y/n) chuckles, "The blue, the fur and the white, yeah."

"My turn; you have....fire?"

"Nope; unlike you, I don't wear my powers on my sleeve."

I laugh, “Fair enough.” Oh I like her. 

Before she could continue, an angry voice called me from somewhere. We turn to look up the street to see Diluc storming over from a restaurant. Oh, there it is; and it wasn't a café at all, huh. (Y/n) takes a step back so I step between her and my brother's disappointed glare.

"Diluc.” I smirk smugly, “I've been looking for you everywhere. Luckily, I found company."

"Who is this?"

"I was just..." I step out of the way to show her off, "...Escorting this lovely lady to the café she's looking for. This is (Y/n), she's visiting Sumeru as well."

"A pleasure meeting you." Diluc bows slightly, before aiming a glare back at me, "We don't have time for this; you can flirt later."

"Oh that’s not it at all. Just tell me where 'Puspa' is and I'll be quick."

Diluc sighs, folding his arms. "2 blocks down; be quick."

"Of course."

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He jogs back across the street and inside. I roll my eyes and continue walking down the street with her hand in mine, guiding her the rest of the way.

"Sorry about him."

"Who was that?"

"That was Diluc, you know, the one that let me get lost. He's my brother."

"He seemed...aggravated."

"Nah, he's always like that."

"Mm. So you flirt a lot, huh?"

I chuckle nervously, "It's nonsense, really. I'm known to give many compliments, but it's never disingenuous. But flirting specifically? I'll be extra sure to keep that between us."

"Mhm...."

"Honest, I'm having way too much fun with you to even consider anyone else. And to prove it, maybe I can take you to dinner sometime."

"Sometime soon?"

I squeeze her hand lovingly, "Oh definitely."

"And how soon would that be?"

"Does...tomorrow sound nice? I doubt I’ll be busy with Mr. Grumpy tomorrow."

"I'd love to. I'm staying at the Shapur Hotel, room 47."

Her hand squeezes mine lightly, so I look down at our joined hands and smile. We turn the corner and she releases a sigh of relief seeing Puspa on the next corner. Her lips dawn a playful smirk as we step closer. Once we're at the storefront she turns to face me.

"Thank you so much, Kaeya."

"My pleasure." I raise her hand to my face, dipping my head a little to kiss her knuckles lightly, "Maybe I owe it to Diluc for leaving me, because then I would've never met you."

"You are flirt."

"On second thought, he gets no credit for putting that in your head."

"So you're not?"

"My words always come from the heart; I only say what's on my mind."

She smiles, "Pick me up at 7?"

"I'll see you tomorrow then, beautiful." I delicately kiss her hand, and start to walk back, "Enjoy Sumeru for me."

"Oh, and another thing..."

I turned back to her only to be hit in the face with a small orb of water. I shake my hair dry and stammer in surprise while she laughs and walks inside and all I can do is resist the urge to follow. Oh I really like her.

#kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #genshin kaeya #black writers #x black reader #x black fem reader #black reader #kaeya fluff

[rmd-writes]

RMD RMD!!!

This image is from this post that @goodways shared.

As an Australian and our resident person who knows and explains things. Please!! Is this a real thing? If yes, for the love of god, why?????

Thank you for your time!

Lemon!

Oh dear. Yes, that map is a real thing. Australian time zones in the summer are a quite literally a (very) hot mess. What that map doesn't show you is that there is a tiny part of New South Wales (the bigger state in the red part) that observes South Australian (middle orange state) time zones for some reason that I don't understand. It's wild.

I'm going to do my best to explain this but the reality is that I don't entirely understand why myself.

Okay so, the first thing you need to know is that Australia is very big. It is about the same size as the continental US. The second thing you need to know is that we are a federation meaning that until federation, each state you can see outlined on the map essentially operated as it's own little country. Western Australia did not want to join the federation but eventually did. South Australia (orange, middle) has the distinction of being the only state that was solely a settler colony, no convicts. They think that makes them very important. Also yes, Australia was initially colonised by the Brits because they had too many criminals and needed somewhere Very Far Away to send them. So, lots of white people here are descended from convicts . Anyway, I digress, the colonial history of Australia is a matter of record and a disgrace and the racist effect of that history is still very present and is most evident in the referendum that happened on the weekend but this is neither the time nor the place for me to get into that and my absolute disappointment in the country I live in. (how's that for a run on sentence)

ANYWAY, sheer size means that many time zones are necessary. Federation means that the states are like squabbling siblings and no one wants to do what anyone else says.

Next fact, the top of Australia is quite close to the equator. The northern part of Australia is classified as sub-tropical to tropical. It's hot and humid. The sun rises very early up north, even in the winter. We do not have long winter nights here. The sun setting in the afternoon is not a thing.

Also Australian populations are concentrated on the coasts, the middle of Australia is sparsely populated. After the coastal areas, there is farm land and then desert in the middle.

In Queensland (big yellow state on the right) there is no DST because the top two-thirds of the state (mostly rural/regional) will not countenance it for reasons such as "the cows won't cope" but also because up there they do not want longer days in the sun because it's too fucking hot and actually they look forward to the sun setting and things getting cooler. The bottom third of Queensland (which is mostly urban) wants DST but the state government cannot implement it without the cooperation of the rest of the state.

As for Western Australia (big blue state on the left), they do whatever the fuck they want and quite often don't opt in to federal laws and do their own thing. I can't explain what's happening there.

Do not ask me about the 30-minute time zone thing happening in the middle. My only explanation is that, as per above, SA thinks it's better than everyone else and did it to be ✨special✨ (the Northern Territory (middle green territory (not a state) at the top) was part of SA until some time after federation which is why they follow the same time zone (except for DST).

Did any of that answer your question? I'm really not sure.

Anyway, Australia where time zones are in the future but are also fucked ✌🏽

#rmd answers #time zone witchery

[emotionallydrainedtrash]

My Girl

A/N This thought came into my head sometime this morning and I had to share it before I forgot. Also I love roasting people.

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, kissing in public, hard-core PDA, language, Jason's a douchebag, reader is a badass, allusions to sex at the end.

Everyone knew Eddie Munson as the town's social pariah, the freak, the metalhead non-conformist, the poster boy for the Satanic Panic of Hawkins, Indiana, simply because he played a board game in a scary sounding high school club.

What most of them didn't know was that Eddie Munson was hopelessly in love with you.

They would take one look at you and never connect him to the author of the love notes in your locker. But no. He was the one issuing every Jude Deveraux and Kathleen E. Woodiwess book in the library so he'd always have new material to get you blushing by 8:30am.

You were a year younger than Eddie, having to repeat your senior year due to not being in town for the majority of the previous year. You'd known each other for what felt like forever and everybody knew you were best friends. However your love ran deeper and was your dirty little secret that you kept to yourselves and the Hellfire Club.

Well it wasn't exactly a secret, it just wasn't obvious. The last thing Eddie wanted was for you to share his title of outcast and with Jason Carver constantly persuing you, the two of you subconsciously never properly acted like a couple unless in the safety of your friends. However that all changed the Tuesday afternoon Eddie stood on his parapet that was the cafeteria table to antagonise "Jock Jerk Jason Fucking Carver" just a little bit.

The winds had been changing and the two of you had decided that it didn't really matter if Carver was clued in to your relationship or not as senior year was drawing to a close anyway and none of it would matter come graduation.

One thing led to another and insults were successfully being hurled at one another by the two boys, with Jason choosing to take a stab at Eddie's seemingly barren love life.

"And that's why I'm the one getting laid and loving my girls while you're off slaying dragons and running a cult."

There was a glint of pride in Eddie's eyes as he threw his head back and cackled, reveling in his tormentor's oblivion.

"Well it's funny you should mention that Carver, because I gotta pretty amazing girl myself."

Jason rolled his eyes and called bullshit, clearly taking fact for a panicked rise of self defence.

"It's true, ask anybody down here. Actually no need, there she is!"

And his eyes softened as the next words fell from his mouth.

"My girl."

The doors to the cafeteria had opened and you came in, needing no more than a look to know what was going on.

Jason looked like he'd gotten whiplash as you walked over to the table to be hoisted on top of it by Eddie, where he kissed you and poured every ounce of his love into it. The room was filled with whispers and gasps as everyone tried to confirm if what they were seeing was real or not. But there you were, standing on the table in a white shirt with blue, yellow, pink, and green stripes, dark blue jeans, green converse, a black leather jacket with brightly colored flowers embroidered down one sleeve, and Eddie Munson's hands holding your body close to his.

Your audience seemed to disappear as your lips separated and you greeted each other with voices quiet and sweet. No one could believe that Eddie 'The Freak' Munson was dating one of the sweethearts of Hawkins High and so utterly soft about it. His hand stroked your hair while the other rubbed small circles into your lower back as the two of you conversed inaudibly.

His eyes were dark brown love hearts as he studied you, looking like he worshipped the ground you walked on. Which he did. Your arms circled him and your noses brushed with every syllable you uttered.

"This is a joke right?"

Your bliss was interrupted when Jason broke the silence. Turning your heads to look at him, you raised your eyebrows waiting for an elaboration.

"It's a ruse, a trick. To make me jealous. I've been trying to ask you out for a year now and you're playing hard to get Y/l/n. Because I know there's no way you'd sink so low and date the freak," and he spat out the word, "instead of me."

You smiled wickedly and laughed, turning heads at the unintentional reenactment of your boyfriend just minutes earlier. Eddie's grip on your waist had tightened at Jason's speech, underlying insecurities poking through his actions just slightly. You tightened your hold on him in return before focusing your attention on the bitchy blond in front of you and giving him a piece of your mind. Clearly your frustrations about the matter had reached a boiling point.

"You're a joke Carver. You really think I'd pick you over my best friend? Why in God's name would I turn down Eddie Munson, the sweetest, most caring person alive, who keeps a notebook of all the things I like, who calls me every night he can't be with me to talk me to sleep, who willingly took a black eye from a Sophmore to defend me when we were in 8th grade, who always makes sure I am happy and comfortable and does everything he can to cheer me up when I'm not myself, who loves 1000 times better than you ever will, over you Jason?

You, who sees me as a prize to be won, another trophy to sit on your Jock shelf, who will not leave me the fuck alone, who can't take a goddamn hint, who thinks 'no thank you' means 'try a little harder' and 'absolutely not' means 'take me I'm yours'. Jason Carver you are a vile, foul human being and I wouldn't go near you if I was on fire and you were the last source of water on Earth.

Your head is so far up your own ass it's no wonder you talk so much shit. You're not a nice guy, you're a judgemental asshole who's obsessed with chasing a nice, orange ball across a court. I counted the shots you made at the last seven games and got 1 in total which really makes me wonder how the fuck you're the captain of the basketball team. Lucas Sinclair is kicking your ass and he's only a Freshman.

And with that, Eddie promptly dipped you and kissed you as hard as he could, heart bursting with adoration and pride while Hellfire rose to their feet, applauding madly and after a moments pause various students began to join in until all but two tables were cheering for the unlikely couple. The two of you had straightened up but Eddie just couldn't seem to stop kissing you.

My point is that this is anything but a joke and we've been dating since before you tried catching me yourself. I love Eddie Munson with every fibre of my being and I swear to god I will drag you into the gym and kick your head into the ground until you've merged with your precious basketball court if I hear you say anything bad about him or the Hellfire Club again.

You're jealous of the 'freak' and there's nothing you can do about it and so your ego is inflating like a fucking airbag to try and protect you from the fact that you got turned down by last year's Prom Queen. Your inability to see the different as anything other than trashwhores gives me comfort in knowing I made a good choice telling you to go fuck your hand instead the first time around."

You only parted when Jeff banged on the table and demanded you give the roaring cafeteria a bow. You opened your arms dramatically and leaned forward, eyes on your grinning lover the whole time. You snuck a look at Jason who was red with either fury or embarrassment. Both probably.

Eddie stepped forward and led you off the table, outside and down the corridor, pulling you into the abandoned drama classroom to give you a celebration of his own.

Gareth and Jeff snorted and smirked as they watched him lead you out of the cafeteria.

"Think they're gonna screw?"

"Oh definitely, did you see the look on his face?"

-Sarah💛

A/N Lemme know if I should do a part two to this.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #stranger things

[intoanotherworld23]

Getting The Truth

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: Mention of killing and murder, some swear words

Length: 3.9k+ words

Summary: You’re one of the best journalists in your field, and then one day convicted serial killer, Bradley Bradshaw announces that he would like to be interviewed since he’s on death row, and is willing to do anything to get the truth out

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Part 2

"Did you hear?" Your friend Erica squealed as she leaned over the front of your cubicle as you typed away for your new report.

"Hear what?" Asking without stopping as you quickly glanced up at her.

"That convicted killer Bradshaw requested to be interviewed." Now that information had your full attention.

"Bradley Bradshaw?" Squinting your eyes at her. "Convicted serial killer Bradley Bradshaw?"

"Yep." Popping the p as you leaned back in your chair. "Came out early this morning his attorney made a statement."

"He's been in prison for like five years that doesn't make sense why he wants to talk now." Crossing your arms across your chest as you slowly shook your head. "When does he want to do this interview?"

"Apparently he demanded it be done this afternoon."

"This afternoon?" Repeating her words with a shocked expression on your face. "You've got to be kidding."

"I know I couldn't believe what I heard either." Erica exclaimed with wide eyes.

"There's no way they would let that happen." Scoffing through your nose at the thought of them letting him get what he wants.

"I heard it's cause he's on death row." Now that made a little sense as to why he wanted to talk.

"Well yeah I would hope after brutally murdering over a dozen women he'd be put on death row."

"Maybe he wants to clear his conscious." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Who in the world would want to interview someone like him anyway?" Your voice dripping with disgust at the thought of being alone with someone like him anyway.

"Someone whose stupid and isn't afraid of anything." She joked as you both laughed.

"Well I'll tell you I wouldn't even come within a hundred yards of that man." Pointing your finger at her in a matter of fact. "They couldn't get me to do something like that."

"Me neither I would rather just shoot myself if I had to interview him."

"Y/L/N." Turning your head to see your boss standing in the door way of his office looking straight at you. "Can I talk to you in my office for a moment."

"Yes Mr.Seresin." Nodding his head as he turned back into his office.

"Someone's in trouble." Your friend teased with a singing voice as you rolled your eyes giving her the middle finger.

"If I'm in trouble I'm taking your ass down with me." You sneered at her standing up walking towards his office.

As you stood in the doorway knocking on the door he looked up from his paperwork motioning you to sit down. Shutting the door behind you as you took a seat patiently waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing. He rarely called you into his office like this usually he called you on the phone to talk.

"Im sure you've heard all about this Bradley Bradshaw prick." He started off as you nodded your head.

"Yeah I was just kept up to speed." Smacking your lips together.

"Then you've also heard he wants the person to do the interview to be a woman?" Staring straight at him as you wondered where he was going with this.

"I did not." Your stomach churning at the feeling of where this talk was going, and what you were probably going to be asked.

"Which is why I wanted to talk to you." Clearing his throat as you waited to hear those dreadful words. "I want you to do the interview."

"I hope this is some kind of prank." Blurting out loud as he clasped his hands together on the desk.

"You're one of my best journalists." He complimented you as you sat frozen. "You're the only person who could ace this interview."

"I don't know." Looking down at your lap as your nerves were all over the place.

"Besides you would be the only person to do this interview, and you could get your name out there." He really wasn't going to let this go, and he did have a point.

Doing this interview would mean getting your name plastered over news channels, and radios. Everyone would know who you are, and it could also mean a pay increase which didn't sound too bad. It just horrified you to no extent being in the same room with that man.

"Do I really have a choice." Not meaning to say that out loud, but to yourself.

"I have you scheduled to be there at four thirty." Ignoring your statement as he informed you of details.

"You already called them?" Exclaiming as you leaned forward in your chair. The little shit had already decided who was going to do this interview.

"Well yes I knew you'd be the woman for the job." Smiling widely as he complimented you again.

"Can I at least have someone else come with me?" Asking him with nothing but hope in your voice.

"No he requested that only one person be there." Begrudgingly shaking his head disappointment written across your face.

"Fine." Sighing loudly as you stood up facing the door.

"You'll be fine Y/N I promise." He tried making you feel better but all you could do was just nod your head.

Dragging your feet as you walked back to your cubicle. Erica was by your desk immediately staring into your soul waiting to hear everything. As you sat down slumping your body in the chair looking up at her. Silently telling her exactly what she was worried about.

"Shut the fuck up." Whispering as you just nodded your head. "He's making you do the interview."

"Yep at four thirty today." Wishing that you would have just called in sick or something today.

"Could someone at least go with you?"

"Nope I already asked apparently this guy doesn't want anybody else there."

"Damn." Snapping her fingers as she looked at you with sympathy. "Well thank goodness I'm not as good as a reporter as you."

"Yeah we all can't be so lucky as you." Voice fanning with sarcasm it made her giggle.

"Well bring your mace with you just in case."

"Probably not allowed to have any kind of weapons on me." Informing her as she pursed her lips looking away.

"Shit your right." She responded as you laughed at her failed attempt to help.

"But they can't take away my mean right hook." You joked holding your right hand up in a fist as Erica shook her head at you.

"I hate to break it to you Y/N but your hands are like marshmallows."

Giving her a pathetic chuckle you decided keeping busy until it was time to leave would be the best thing. Except it wasn't cause your mind was racing at the thought of being alone in a room with this man. Unable to stop thinking about what could happen to you there. Even lunch was horrible unable to stomach eating anything at that moment.

Looking at the clock what felt like every ten seconds. Watching at time got closer and closer to leaving. Wishing that you could just skip through time, and avoid doing this interview. Maybe you could play sick and your boss would assign someone else to do it. Mr. Seresin wasn't that stupid he'd know right away what you were trying to do.

Wondering to yourself if you should call family and friends to let them know where you are in case anything were to happen. Surely the place would be well guarded enough so nothing would happen to you.

Gathering your things you grabbed your tape recorder shoving it into your purse. Standing up you could see all kinds of looks from everyone. Guessing that word spread very quickly who was the unfortunate soul who had to do this interview.

Erica looking up at you giving you two thumbs up as you smiled at her. Heading out the front doors and to your car. Breathing through your mouth as you sat in your car for a minute to calm down. This wasn't how you expected you were going to spend the rest of your afternoon.

As you headed down the road you turned on some music hoping that would help put your mind at ease. Telling yourself that it wasn't Bradley Bradshaw you were going to interview but someone else. That helped at least a little bit easing your nerves.

You never really understood why your town lived pretty close to a maximum state prison, and why you lived in that town. You'd think something like that would scare people off, and not want to live there. The drive wasn't too bad and you found yourself almost calming down.

That dream faded though as soon as you pulled up to the large prison. Noting the tall fences that were lined with thick barbed wires, and towers on every corner with multiple armed guards patrolling the area. You've seen prisons before but this one looked scary and menacing.

"I have an interview with Bradley Bradshaw at four thirty." Handing the guard at the gate your ID and work badge. Watching as he scanned them through the system.

"Your gonna pull up to that parking lot over there and go through those double doors where you'll go through metal detectors." He informed you as he handed you your stuff back.

As you thanked him you couldn't help but notice the look of sympathy he gave you. Like he felt bad a woman like you had to be in the same room as a psychopath. Your palms were sweating now as you pulled into an empty spot. Heart felt like it was racing a million beats per second.

"Remove any jewelry you may have and put your purse or bag into the tray and step through the machine." A guard yelled when he saw you walk in looking around.

As you did what he asked you stepped through the detector, and watched your bag going down the conveyor belt. Once they figured you were clean you grabbed your bag, and looked around to see where you needed to go.

"Uh excuse me." Timidly asking a guard catching his attention. "I have an interview at four thirty with Bradley Bradshaw where do I need to go?"

"You'll want to talk to Mr. Simpson first and he'll tell you what to do from there. Go down that hall all the way to the end you'll see his name."

"Thank you." The guard nodding as you turned to where he pointed and walked down the hall.

Once you reached the end you saw his name in bold letter on the door. Knocking on the door you heard shuffling around before a loud voice telling you to come in. Opening the door just enough to step in to see a tall thin man sitting at his desk shuffling through paperwork.

"You must be my brave journalist." Greeting as he looked up at you.

"That would be me."

"I'm Beau Simpson I'm head of security here." Not knowing what to say you just nodded your head noticing all his certificates and medals he had.

"Well I must say I'm glad we were able to find someone so quickly to do this interview." Smiling widely as he stood up to walk towards you.

"Any chance to do a big story like this I'm in." Trying your best to sound excited and not disgusted.

"You know we've had a lot of journalist come in here, but I must say none of them have been as attractive like you."

"Thank you." Standing there awkwardly feeling slightly uncomfortable as his eyes were practically undressing you.

"There are a couple of rules that we have to go over." He coughed as he fiddled with a pen.

"Of course."

"Do not stand too close to the cell. Do not hand him anything or let him hand you anything. If he makes any threats you yell for us and we'll escort you out immediately." His manner and tone very serious. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir I do." Nodding your head feeling a little lightheaded suddenly.

"Well let's get this thing over with shall we?" Leading you out of his office and back down the same hall.

"I trust you're not nervous?" He asked as you two stepped onto an elevator.

"Only a little."

"Well don't show it Bradley can sense the nervous ones." His words didn't make you feel better.

"We have him located on the maximum security floor." He continued as you walked down another hallway where you could hear loud voices coming from all around you.

"Why is that?" You asked as you tried to keep up with him.

"He attacked some guards a while back and almost killed them." Feeling your throat closing as you tried swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth.

"Why is he separated from everyone else?" Noticing there was no other cell doors down this hall.

"He doesn't do well with others." Was all he said as you two stopped in front of another gate guarded with some security a loud buzzing went off and the door opened.

"Has he ever gone through any psychiatric evaluation?" You hated to ask but you were curious.

"Many times." He responded. "They've all said the same thing."

"Which was?" You pressed his body language becoming rigid.

"That he was a lost cause." Not turning to face you as you continued to walk down a hall.

A couple security guards were standing there as they nodded there heads at you. This was becoming all too real now. This wasn't just some bad dream this was reality. You were literally just a few feet away from a very dangerous man, and anything could happen. There was no turning back at this point.

"This is where I leave you good luck." Patting your shoulder as him and the other guards walked through the gate.

“You’ll do just fine,” one of the guards whispered to you as he pointed to a camera, “we’ll be watching you the whole time.”

Giving him a courteous nod with a soft smile watching them as they left realizing that you were now alone. Slowly walking down the rest of the hall to the cell he was staying in. As you stood in front of the cell now you saw him laying on the bed his back leaned up against the wall. A book in his hand not bothering to even look up at you.

"You must be the beautiful Y/N." His words like ice as he said your name. The air was thick with tension and the room felt like you were in a sauna.

"How did you know my name?" Trying not to stutter as you talked.

"They informed me of your coming." Bradley placing his book down as he looked right at you.

"Well let's get this interview started shall we." Grabbing your tape recorder out as you grabbed a chair leaning against the wall pulling it to face the cell.

"Now Mr. Bradshaw what made you decide to do this interview?" Leaning the recorder closer to him.

"Please call me Bradley." He smiled at you as you bit back your tongue not wanting to anger him.

"Bradley." The name sounded like poison on your tongue. "What made you decide to do this interview?"

"Because I'm innocent." His words completely turn you for a spin. Not expecting him to say that.

"Your innocent?" Questioning him to further explain. "Are you saying you didn't kill these women?"

"I was framed by someone. Someone that I know very well." He continued as he stood up this time.

"And who is that someone?" Not believing him for one second.

"You don't believe me do you?" Ignoring your question sensing your doubt in his answer.

"It's kind of hard to believe you when your DNA was found all over the crime scene of these murders." Holding the scoff hanging in the back of your throat.

"Like I said I was framed." He repeated his words. "Someone planted my DNA on their bodies."

"Tell me who." You pushed but he just chuckled lightly.

"Does it really matter they've already convicted me, and they want to throw away the lock and key." He didn't sound sad or angry but more of accepting of his fate.

“Why didn’t you say anything during the trial?”

“The man kisses everyone asses there’s no way they would ever look into it.” The scary thing was he sounded so confident that someone did, and he was actually being framed.

"Did you know any of these women?" You continued.

"Yes I did." He nodded his head as he was standing right in front of the cell bars. "I went on dates with them."

"So women you went out with just whined up dead." You stated out loud to yourself. "Why do you think that is?"

"Because someone had it out for me and wanted me to pay."

"Seems a little extreme to butcher women all because they've got a problem with you." Squinting your eyes at him as you tried not to laugh at his response.

"People do crazy things when fueled by anger." He smiled at you as he sat back down on the bed.

"Several psychiatrists stated you deserve to be put to death." Crossing a leg over the other. "Do you agree with them."

"They were paid to lie." Shaking his head as his fists clenched in his lap.

"By who?" You asked cocking your head to the side.

"By the same person who framed me for these murders." He stated matter of factly.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I just do."

As you stared at him so many things were running through your mind. That this man really was crazy and murdered all those women, but was just in major denial of it. There is no way someone could have framed him for all these murders and then paid people to lie about it. That something you see in a cliche movie.

"You don't have a husband do you." He stated as you squirmed in your seat. "I noticed you're not wearing a wedding ring."

"Are you scared of commitment?" His questions were becoming a little too personal.

"No." Glaring at him at this point.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked you making you scrunch your brows.

"I don't think that's any of your business." Snapping at him a little harshly.

"It's only fair I get to ask you some questions." He was amused that he was getting to you.

"You asked to be interviewed." You scoffed not even bothering to turn off the tape recorder.

"Touché." Smirking at you sensing the real you coming out.

He was clearly trying to get a rise out of you. Which he probably did with most women anyway. Seeing if he could see which right buttons to push and then proceed with flying colors.

"Why did you want a woman to do this interview Bradley?" Now this was something you were genuinely curious about.

"I love women." He answer basic making you roll your eyes.

"Oh please." Whispering to yourself and Bradley chuckled when he heard you knowing his response wasn’t helping his case.

"Because women give off a sense of safety and comfort. There like a warm blanket to wrap around you when you feel cold or scared. A sense of security if you will."

"Do all women make you feel like that?"

"Not all of them." He looked down again at his hands.

Clicking the tape recorder off you shoved it back inside your bag just wanting to get out of there. This was the most confusing and weirdest interview that you have ever done. You just wanted to get out of there and into the safety of your own home.

"I think I've got all I need here." Standing up as you adjusted yourself Bradley standing up as well.

"Thank you." Bradley bowed his head to you.

"Mhm." You mumbled through your lips as you turned to head back down the hall. Feeling his eyes on you as you walked away.

"See you soon Y/N." His words almost had you stopped in your tracks. They didn't sound menacing or threatening though. As much as you wanted to ask him what he meant you just had to get out of there.

Smacking the button to get out of there the buzzer when off. Swinging the door open and practically jogging out of there the security guards watching you as you left. Mr. Simpson was nowhere in sight and you really didn't want to wait up for him.

He was creepy anyway and would probably try to ask you out anyway. You really didn't feel like dealing with any more men right now.

Making it to the parking lot you hauled ass out of there and took off down the street. Texting Erica that you were done and that you had survived the interview. All you wanted to do was get home and get into something comfortable, make a nice meal and then go to bed. It was starting to get dark anyway.

As you made it home you almost slumped into bed and called it a night right there. You just wanted to spend the rest of your evening relaxing and not worrying. Today was mentally exhausting for you, and you'd just hope you didn't have to go back. Cause then you really would call in sick.

The time going by quicker than you expected as you checked your phone it see it was almost eleven at night. Turning the tv off you made your way into the bedroom to get ready for bed. After brushing your teeth and doing your routine you jumped into bed, and set your alarm for the next morning.

Placing the covers over yourself as you snuggled into a comfortable position. Closing your eyes as you started to let the darkness of sleep consume you. Until your phone started to ring your eyes snapping wide open to see who was calling you this late.

"Erica?" You raspy voice answering the phone. "You better have a good reason for calling me."

"Please tell me you're watching the news." Her words rushed and panicked.

"No cause I'm getting ready to sleep." Groaning rubbing a hand over your face.

"Turn on the news now." Her words demanding.

"Okay okay calm down." Shuffling back into your living room you turned your tv on flipping to your local news.

"We have breaking news coming in from one of our local sources and we have just been informed that convicted serial killer Bradley Bradshaw wasn't found in his cell this evening,"sitting on the edge of your seat now biting your nails, "Sources say Bradley has escaped from prison."

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[aprillikesthings]

GOOD MORNING (afternoon actually) time for more she-ra

(I actually started this episode last night lol but wasn't able to finish it)

s5 ep3 corridors

oh this episodes starts with the intro instead of an open. okay.

nnnoooooo

Not only do Catra's ears do a little twitch but it makes a really adorable noise????

Also I just looked at my fic to make sure I mention that Catra's eyes glow a little and got distracted rereading my own porn lolol but yes I did already edit that into a scene

man I feel sad for both of them here. they're both just little kids--with like, zero good role models :(

poor babies

anyway, nice segue

oh those lights are explosions. oh. :(

would you like some heavy-handed but appropriate symbolism

but also the clones are basically stalking her every move, and she runs into the clone that's actually Hordak

I wanted to get a screenshot of her smoothing down her hair and accidentally got whatever this is lol

but yeah Hordak is like "I don't know what you're talking about. anyway go away."

LOL

The ship shuts down and stops in space which is really funny because THAT'S NOT HOW SPACE WORKS unless you're fighting the gravity of a nearby planet or star or something you should maintain your speed forever

but whatever, fantasy universe, plot, etc.

awwwww Catra and Glimmer are talking again. Their banter is so easy to read as flirtatious, too.

It is a struggle not to screenshot every single facial expression they make during this scene.

...Also, I should read my friend's Glitra fics.

THEY'RE SO CUTE

Glimmer mentions specifically raiding the kitchen for cake enough times that I'm 99% sure I subconsciously remembered it when I wrote that short fic that includes it considering I wrote/posted it before I got to any of the mentions of it in my re-watch.

She even mentions eating it with her hands and here I thought it might be weird that I put it in the story lolol

I forgot entire huge portions of plot but remembered Glimmer likes to sneak into the kitchen to eat cake with her hands.

(they're talking about sleepovers)

UGH THIS SCENE IS SO GOOD also the look on Catra's face while she talks about Adora during happier times 🥺

SHIT Daci came upstairs okay I gotta finish this tomorrow

it is now tomorrow :D

don't mind me gonna rewatch this whole scene because it's so painfully sweet

OH ALSO one of the things that's good to note for myself later (re: character stuff) is that Catra is still a little shit here. She opens the conversation by taunting Glimmer about her failed attempts at escape, and when Glimmer pushes back she initially starts to leave.

So yeah. She's always still a bit of a brat.

ALSO I want to note that part of the reason they're willing to tolerate each other at all is that, at this point in the plot, they've both done Pretty Bad Shit. Whether it's the same amount of bad shit is a matter of debate, but Glimmer feels horribly guilty for trying to use the Heart of Etheria and allowing Horde Prime to find them--she's even the reason Catra is on the ship. So they're sort of equals at this point. I don't think Glimmer would be friendly to Catra to quite the same extent if she didn't have that hanging over her. I could be wrong though.

But also yeah they're still very similar people.

look at how soft she is ;_;

but yeah Glimmer's talking here, and oof, look at Catra

do you also have some regrets bb

;_;

and then she gets up and walks off without a word to Glimmer

lol the claws on the wall, absent-mindedly. I know why she's doing that--the urge to leave a mark, however minor--"I was here"--to be even the tiniest thorn in the side of an enemy that unfathomably powerful.

another allusion to Christianity

they went for (synthesized) Gregorian chanting here instead of the organ

oh no it's that fucked-up baptism thing D:

(true story: a lot of churches are willing to baptize you more than once, especially if they're weirdoes and don't think other churches' baptisms count. The Episcopal Church, like most mainline protestant denominations, won't re-baptize you--if your previous baptism was done with the Trinitarian formula ("Father, Son, and Holy Spirit") it counts. This actually gets tricky if you were baptized as a Mormon, because they do use the Trinitarian formula, but they mean entirely different things by it! In some parts of the country you'll get rebaptized, in others you won't. Sometimes they'll do what's called a conditional baptism, where they literally say "If you are not baptized, [name], I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." Like. They insert a "just in case" clause. They also do this for people who just do not know if they were baptized--like if you can't ask your parents whether you were baptized as a baby because they're dead/no-contact. Anyway I was seven when I got baptized, so I remember it, which is nice; but I did text my mom about it when I was about to get confirmed and it turned out she'd kept my baptismal certificate all these years?!)

I don't know if they were going for The Meme this time--I don't think so? it's just a good way to frame this scene? --but I cannot unsee it

oof it must hurt to admit that, but also, it must be a bit of a relief to actually GENUINELY NOT KNOW and be unable to give away anything

"And yet you seek to protect her" dude has her number that's a fact

oh god he tells her to get info from Glimmer D:

"If I could tell you where Adora is I would! She's my enemy! I want her gone!" oh baby you're so convinced

at this point in the plot I'm not entirely sure he's wrong, but of course he misunderstands why it's a bad thing and the solution to it

(I get that a sprinkle of water on your head is a totally valid baptism but also I think more mainline churches should have full-immersion options bc I just think it makes sense from a symbolism standpoint. I know some mainline churches will allow you to do it if you're an adult getting baptized. Depends on the church/clergy.)

ANYWAY real glad that baptismal fonts/pools aren't electrified

And yes bringing Catra there was a threat

And Catra brings Glimmer cake

aww

hm

she could have stood looming over Glimmer here. Instead she's literally on her knees and holding Glimmer's other hand. She doesn't want to intimidate Glimmer into giving her information. She wants Glimmer to kNOW.

Glimmer drops the cake.

I'm gonna chew my fingers off aaaaugh

I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT i knew I would and I'm only halfway through the episode hold on

#april rewatches spop #corridors

[candied-boys]

🍯 Honey Cakes 🍯

Luke Randolph x fem! Reader

Tags: merpeople au, lazy!Luke, happy!Luke, possessive!Luke, romance, picnics, cottagecore, eventual smut, happy ending

Part three

2,400 words

The muggy heat of July isn't as bad now that you've learned how to not drown. It wasn't easy being taught by someone born in the water though. Luke couldn't understand why you kept kicking your feet to stay afloat, but after you swallowed too much water down the wrong pipe he finally stopped trying to get you to swim with your legs locked together and taught you how to swim like a frog.

You may not be elegant, and you never had a hope of keeping up with him anyway, but when you tire he supports you — letting you rest your head in his shoulder like the first day or lie atop his chest while he floats on the surface like your own personal raft.

Some days you spend the whole afternoon in the cool depths of the lake; dancing where he twirls you around in the water, having splash fights that he invariably wins, playing hide and seek in which you're always it and wind up scared half to death every time Luke sneaks up behind you to pull you under when you take too long to find him.

Other days you lie on the picnic blanket, sunbathing by the shoreline together or drying out after a swim like today. No matter what you're doing the space between you is always filled with sweet nothings and curious banter.

“How long can you stay out of the water?”

“I’m not a fish. I wunna ever die.”

“Really? But your tail…”

“It’s just more comfortable to keep it in the water, but birds and turtles dunna die ‘cause they spend time on land. We’re the same. It’s just dangerous cause y’ silly humans’re so greedy,” he scolds playfully and pokes your nose.

“Very greedy. I want to keep you all to myself,” you smile and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down over you.

“Good — ‘cause that's what I want too. I wanna be the only one who knows what y’ feel like to hold close… the only one who gets to see how hazy y’r eyes get when y're kissed… the only one who knows where y're sensitive…”

Like a twilight sky his eyes darken with each honey coated word. Slipping a hand beneath your knee he continues, “And I wanna know more… I wanna know whether y'll whimper or whine, whether y'll shake or arch with tension, and whether y'll dig y’r nails into my skin or melt under my touch.”

Nose to nose, his breath is shallow as it caresses your cheeks.

“I wanna know what y’r bare skin feels like pressed against mine. I wanna memorize every inch o’ y’r body with my hands… inside ‘n out…”

As your lips slot together, his hand wanders higher beneath the hem of your chemise. Calloused and rough, the pads of his fingers scrawl his affection into your skin as they trail along your inner thigh.

Relaxing under his weight where he pins you to the ground, you let your hands explore his body. There is much you too long discover — whether his soft, slow drawl will deepen with desire, whether his eyes will close with pleasure or hold fast to yours, whether his skin tastes sweet with lake water or salty from the sun. A thousand temptations swirl in your mind when his tongue entwines with yours.

But suddenly he breaks away, his mild gaze hardening as it slides from you to glare at the side.

An annoyed growl tainting his usually gentle tone, he snaps, “Jin, whady’ want? I’m busy.”

“Yeah, you look real busy, Luke,” a deep voice replies from afar.

“F’ck off,” he quips lazily and looks back over his shoulder while still keeping you hidden beneath his torso.

“Oi, be nice to your big brother!”

“I am bein’ nice. Now, get lost,” Luke replies, turning his gaze back to you in hopes of more kisses.

“C’mon. Not gonna introduce me to your girlfriend? It’s not like she’s a secret when you come home covered in her scent every day.”

“Nope. Not sharin’. She’s mine,” he returns with acid on his tongue and a sugary gaze only for you.

“Hey, I’d never steal a girl from the baby prince. I just want to see how pretty she is.”

“Prince?” you repeat baffled.

“Yeah, it's no big deal,” he says petting your cheek before growling back at Jin. “You wouldna, but y’ wouldna keep y’r mouth shut about her neither. Then, I’d have to fend off the other family slut.”

“Oh, you could take him with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. What are you worried about? None of the others are going to go after her.”

“The girls like him for a reason,” he mumbles to no one in particular.

“How many brothers do you have?” you query after processing 'others’.

“Eight, but the only decent one is the oldest one over here buttin’ in. Seriously, Jin. Beat it!” he drawls in exasperation and splashes the water with his tail.

You hear a faint hum of a amusement before the silky voice counters, “You know you're not supposed to be up here. I won't tattle to the king if you introduce me.”

Rolling his eyes where he hovers above your form, Luke answers, “There's no way Chev doesna already know where I am 'n what I'm doin’. Y’ know that as well as anybody.”

“Sure, but if I mention it, he might not let you get away with this anymore.”

Bolting upright he demands, “Since when do y’ blackmail me?!”

“Since when are you so heartless to your dearest brother?”

You can hear the faux hurt in his voice and giggle, “Is it really that big of a deal, Luke?”

Whipping back to you, palm on your cheek and eyes full of emotion, he defends himself, “Yes! Y're adorable! If they get one look, they'll all be comin’ after y’!”

“Oh, you're right. She is adorable,” the older one purrs, suddenly right next to you, lying on his side with his chin propped up on his palm.

Startled, you find yourself already hidden beneath Luke.

“Y're scarin’ her,” he hisses low, a sound in the back of his throat you've never heard before.

Curious to see another real merman, you turn your head and peek through the gap in the crook of Luke's elbow.

“Hi beautiful,” he grins down at you and winks.

His unbelievably mesmerizing orbs of polished copper make you wonder if all merpeople have eyes like precious gemstones.

“Hi,” you answer shyly and wriggle out from beneath Luke's heavy form.

Your boyfriend groans in annoyance, letting you out of his makeshift cage, but still keeping you within his protection — arms and tail wrapped around you from behind and his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“See? She's not scared - are you, gorgeous?” He smiles broader at you before flicking Luke in the forehead. “Quit your glaring. I'm not going to touch her.”

Luke only growls in response, no doubt his eyes burning all the more with displeasure from behind you.

Free to satisfy your curiosity you let your gaze wander from the man's copper eyes, across his luxuriously dark skin, down his sculpted torso, and along his golden tail.

“You two look nothing alike. Is that normal for mersiblings?” you query up at Luke who is now pouting upon catching you eye up his brother.

With a huff he explains, “We're half siblings. Same father, different mothers. All my siblings have different mothers except my sister. She's got a different father.”

“When are you going to introduce me to her? You promised, Luke…” you pout back as you recall the day he told you all about how much he adores Leyla.

Luke probably wouldn't have ever come up to the surface to cure his boredom if she wasn't at that age where other boys are more fun to spend time with than her doting — read overprotective — older brother.

“Yeah, when're y’ gonna introduce me, Luke?” a sweet voice sings from the water.

“Oi!! Y’ know y're not allowed up here!” Luke snaps as he sits upright once more, this time yanking you along with him.

You've waited months to meet her and can't resist waving excitedly at the enchanting mermaid bobbing in the water not far away. She smiles brightly and returns the gesture before swimming over.

“You must be Leyla! I've heard so much about you,” you babble enthusiastically and introduce yourself.

Over your shoulder you hear Luke growl again at his brother, “If y’ put her up to this, Jin, I swear—”

“He didna do nothin’, Luke. Calm down.”

“See,” the golden tailed brother affirms with a sly grin to match the cheeky look in her pair of golden eyes identical to his. It makes you suspect the whole thing was her idea to begin with.

Clicking his tongue Luke gives in, “Alright. Alright. Now, y’ got y’r introduction. What more d’y want?”

“I wanna go for a swim together!!” Leyla chirps and looks right at you.

Luke's gaze turns to you too, silently asking if you feel comfortable swimming on your own. You nod confidently, and with a reluctant sigh he frees you from his strong embrace and watches you slip into the water.

As you swim away leisurely Leyla keeps pace with you, asking you all kinds of things about life on land. Her honest smile is exactly like her brother's and so is her straightforward curiosity. Her laugh is as bright as a wind chime when you tell her about your first encounter with Luke.

“Y’ know, he's so much happier these days — since he met y’, I mean. He's always only had me. I've been surrounded by affection from my parents, him, and my friends… but he's never cared for no one else, and nobody’s ever cared about him neither. I'm really relieved he found someone he can open his heart to.”

“Mmm…” you hum neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“Y’ dunna sound like y’ believe me…”

Staring down into the black depths of the lake beneath your feet you decide to confide in her.

“I know the lake will freeze over and the days will be too short to come visit soon…”

“And?” she coaxes gently.

“And I'm worried I'll miss him so much I'll cry all day and Mrs. Baker will get mad at me for making the bread soggy,” you try to laugh but choke on your emotions instead.

“He's gonna miss y’ just as much. I'm sure o’ that,” Leyla coos, tilting her head to look up into your eyes with the same long lashes and warmth to her gaze as Luke's.

“But he hasn't said anything about winter yet… and I'm starting to think that it's selfish of me to want him to wait… to keep him to myself… I think he'd be happier with someone he can spend the whole year with…”

“Well, all us merfolk sleep through the winter, so he wouldna be awake to be with no one else anyways. But more importantly, I think he doesna want no one else…”

“You really think so? I'm not just the new pastry in the shop window?”

“I don't really know what that's suppos’a mean, but if y're worried he's with y’ ‘cause y're different, y're not wrong. He is with y’ ‘cause y're different, but not ‘cause o’ the novelty. 'Cause y’re what let's him be himself,” she smiles.

All the while a different conversation ebbs and flows out of earshot between the two brothers.

“I'm worried about you, Luke.”

Flopping back down on your sheet and plucking a stem of sweetgrass Luke doesn't answer.

“It's the first time since you came to the palace two years ago that I've seen you open up to anyone…”

“And?”

“And it's obvious you really like her.”

The only response the older brother gets is an unintelligible grumble as Luke chews the rapier between his teeth.

“Have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

“That she'll be alone all winter while we hibernate?”

A sigh punctuates the silence before he answers, “Nah. She'll forget me soon enough. There’re plenty o’ better men out there.”

“So you're just going to let her walk away? Is that what you really want?”

“What I want dunna matter. She deserves someone who can be by her side all the time, not someone stuck in a lake who canna even look after her.”

“Well, what if that's not what she wants?”

“Whad’y mean not what she wants? It's what's best for her,” Luke snaps back, jade finally meeting amber.

“I think what's best for her is up to her to decide, Luke, not you. The only part you get a say in is whether or not you're going to be honest with yourself and her about how you feel.”

“The hell am I suppos’a tell her? Dunna worry about the royal guards arrestin’ y’; just chop down a few trees and build a hut by y’rself on the edge of the lake so y’ can stay with me forever — except y'll be alone every damn winter because I'll be sleepin’, so sorry I canna even bring y’ fish to eat. See y’ see next spring! That's just the stupidest thin’ I ever heard, Jin!”

“Leyla said you've been spending your nights in the caverns reading through the ancient texts carved into the walls. I know what you're looking for. If you like her that much she deserves to know, Luke.”

“I'm not tellin’ her nothin’, so just drop it.”

Part five

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen luke #ikemen prince luke randolph #luke randolph #ikepri fanfiction #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikemen prince luke #ikepri luke #mermay 2023 #mermay

[voxasks]

🫐 -Hey there, why not get in on this, haha. Let's go, show me what ya got TV man- Jokes aside, I am a young woman in her 20s going to university for a psychology degree. I am very ambitous & goal oriented, even if it is sometimes very intense. To the point of hyperfixation bordering on obsession. I was going for journalism originally, but I changed majors because I didn't like how much I would have to lick the butts & shoes of yellow journalists who aren't worth my respect or time. I wanted to be part of the information side of things & keep people informed on the happenings around them. But all they do from my perspective is waste hours churning out fiction for views. If I wanted to do that, I would have pursued acting as a career, which is a hobby of mine. I like community theater a lot. It is a fun escape from everything. Something just so satisfying about putting on a show, where the moment I step out on that stage & feel those lights & eyes on me, I am no longer concerned with my problems. The mask is on & won't be off until later~! Music is my other passion. I love writing my own music and lyrics. I play the violin, piano, & guitar. I am taking singing lessons for fun too. My few friends describe me as the one they look to for honest opinions, even if it might not be something they want to hear. I am also weirdly regarded as a ball of energy. I am not a recluse, I just have intense trust issues. It is probably due to the pathetic jokes of relationships I have had, among other potential trauma inducing experiences. I love going out, just only with people I would trust my life with or myself. I am still quite introverted, but I do like the atmosphere of people having a great time & me having a good time, even if it is dancing on my own. If I feel like it, I will just make the decision to disappear for a weekend & hop back around come Monday like I didn't just drop off the planet to who knows where & do who knows what. I am used to the not so great side of life. Walking to school, seeing a dead body on the side of the road, later on seeing those infamous white lines, hahaha. What a day that was, or the time I had to hit the deck from a drive-by. You get used to that rough life than wham in a place that is weirdly sanitized and "safe." It feels like whiplash. I cope with my experiences with humor. Rather laugh than cry, you know. Psych became my interest after taking a random elective in it, & I was hooked on being able to make connections about the world & people around me. Giving me a sense of understanding some of the why's I have asked for years. I'm still learning more, too. I have some ideas that are not exactly conventional & push a few boundaries with other fields of science & ethics. Regardless, I hope to use the knowledge I am gaining to help others help themselves. I think that is a key component in life, to be able to help yourself, even if it means getting/seeking help in order to get to a place where you can do that for yourself. If that makes any sense. With all this said, enjoy your hellish morning, abysmal afternoon, explicit evening, or sinful night. Whichever it may be for you, I like to cover the bases~!

“it  feels  like  you  took  psychology  to  make  sense  of  the  things  that  has  happened  in  your  life  subconsciously.  at  least,  that’s  what  people  do  from  experience  anyway.  it  sort  of  feels  like  you  have  adhd  as  well  due  to  your  spontaneity,  being  described  as  a  ‘ball  of  energy’  and  having  many  interests,  but  hey,  i’m  far  from  being  some  lab  coat  shrink  who’s  qualified  enough  to  sit  behind  a  desk  to  rot  with  everyone  else’s  trauma.  you  want  to  stay  true  to  yourself  no  matter  what,  thus  opting  out  of  journalism  to  avoid  kissing  other  people’s  asses,  i  can  respect  that.  you  sound  ambiverted,  someone  who  struggles  to  find  the  comfortable  balance  sometimes  but  everyone  does  too.  and  hey,  a  dead  body.  must  be  a  big  deal  back  in  the  living  world,  huh?  how’ve  you  been?”

based off of the 200 follower event.

#.voxasks 200 event #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel ask blog #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin rp #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox hazbin hotel

[frozen-fountain]

Weird Questions for Writers

…All.

Alright, everyone else go home, I guess. I'll be doing this in stages over the next couple of days because, as much as I enjoy talking about myself, I do still have to write this afternoon. Thank you!

What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Basic Times New Roman, more out of familiarity than anything. I keep meaning to try the Comic Sans trick that supposedly makes it easier to focus, but I don't know if I can bear to look at that all day.

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

I don't relish the thought of those wrist cramps, but yes, I think I would. I can't stand the thought of just keeping it all in my own head.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I usually end up doing it early afternoon, after lunch and a few minutes of pacing or stretching to clear my head. I'll also play with my cat for a while beforehand, as if he's tired from being a fearsome hunter he's less likely to get up on the clackboard to help me (results may vary). Then I procure something to drink, pick out something to listen to, and freewrite some word association for a bit if I'm not in the right headspace.

While I have a vague goal in mind for where I'd like to write up to, these days, I only make myself do a single sentence per day. It's usually much more than that, but just that sentence absolutely has to happen every single day if it's really all I can manage. When I'm done, I try to leave at a point I'm actively excited to get back to and have a clear picture, so it's easier to pick up the next day. Usually I jot down a few notes to help.

It's cursed because a lot of the music I enjoy probably is, and because the aforementioned notes have sometimes been things like "toilet paper" or "[character] on her Caravaggio bullshit" and I'm left just sitting there trying to work out what any of this was in reference to, or why Past Froze thought it was going to be helpful.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Susurrus. I try to limit it to one use per story, and maybe one per chapter if I'm feeling extra indulgent.

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Not a superstition I actively believe, but every time I think a fic might do well it's met with silence, whereas the ones I assume are for me and an audience of three end up performing way better than expected. I don't judge success on external factors and will write what I want to say regardless, but it's a nice reminder that whatever niche oddness you're cooking up might have more of an audience than you realise.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

It's more a fear about myself, which is that my ability or lack thereof to execute an idea doesn't matter, because what I have to say in the first place is of no interest or value whatsoever and no amount of minutely crafted phrasing can change that. (Needless to say, I would never think this of another person, no matter what they were trying to tell me.)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

That I do it anyway. That, regardless of how it does or doesn't impact on the world outside of me, I experienced something that made me feel strongly enough to take the time to attempt to recreate it in words. And when, after minutes that feel like hours of agonising over which words to use, I find some that hit the exact resonance and well of allusion I was hoping for? It's about the most accomplished I've ever felt.

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I'd choose the all-dialogue option because that would be a bigger challenge for me, and also because I have a great model for how to do it in The Fall by Camus. So I'd reread that and pick apart how it was done in a way that worked; I can picture the setting of the novel so clearly even though it's only described in ways that feel naturalistic for characters who are walking through it. I'm guessing this would remain a shorter piece, and I'd have a specific reason for zooming in so completely on what's being said to the exclusion of all else, and I think this would be a great medium for an unreliable narrator. The negative space around what isn't said would have to be as intrinsic a part of the story as anything that makes it onto the page. I think it'd be a really interesting experiment, some time.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

I believe many, many people have experienced things we currently (and most certainly always will) lack the scientific method to understand and quantify. I'm about ninety percent sure I had a premonition once. I also believe what we say and do resonates, in ways that are hard to track and trace, beyond the moment where they occur. I'm not sure whether this means I believe there's a non-corporeal part of us all that lingers after the physical body reaches its planned obsolescence, and that sometimes this remnant is able to reach out and touch the living from time to time, but it's something.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

At least a fragment of everything I've ever read or written lives under my skin. Even if I hated it or even if I can't remember anything about it besides that splinter that stood out the most. All I've lived - and not lived, especially when I might have had the chance to - is waiting over my shoulder and following me along the corridor, whether as a warning or a tormentor or a guide.

#froze fics #the--calamity

[not-orphaned-account]

This request is for the 20 minute one shots. Matt and Mello discuss plans to go on a date but incidentally stay at home.

I've been wanting to do this forever but I burnt out before I got the chance, BUT! Here it is now :] it's a very adorable idea and was very fun to write. I may have gone over 20 minutes, but just enough to get it to some sort of natural stopping point, because I love the idea so much and wanted to do it justice. Thank you!!!!!

-

Mello would not consider himself a romantic person. The very thought of Valentine’s Day makes him cringe, and the more red hearts and pink roses he sees while out and about, the more he feels himself getting close to burning down the romance section of the nearest library.

However, he would consider himself the very best at everything, ever, which includes the best boyfriend. So, when Matt mentions they should have a date night on the first weekend off they’ve both had in weeks, Mello decides that he is going to plan them the best goddamn Valentine’s Day date his loser ass bitch of a boyfriend has ever seen.

It starts with a candlelit dinner at the most expensive restaurant he can find. They’re not hurting for money, given Mello’s high reputation and higher rates in the detective industry, and Matt’s mostly-legal tech exploits, so he makes a reservation for the night of Valentine’s day with no problem. He even looks up the menu online to plan what exactly he’s going to order for maximum-romance points, and to make sure they have something that Matt will actually eat, given he has the palette of a six-year-old.

Then, he books them tickets to a show. A movie may have worked, and certainly would be enough for Matt—he’s always insisting the simple things go a long way—but Mihael Keehl doesn’t do ‘simple.’ So after a lot more furious googling, he finds a highly rated Broadway performance taking place at a theatre in the heart of the city, and books them tickets for a private booth that they won’t have to share with any strangers. It’ll just be the two of them, and Mello smirks when he thinks of the possibilities.

The show is in the late afternoon, so they’ll be going straight to dinner after it finishes. It’s a short ride by taxi, both the play and the restaurant have raving reviews, and Mello is certain this will be the best Valentine’s dates in the history of ever.

-

It snows.

Because of fucking course it does.

Matt, who has no idea of his plans, doesn’t understand why Mello is screaming into a pillow on the sofa at three in the afternoon, and Mello doesn’t tell him, as he’s too busy screaming into said pillow. It wouldn’t be an issue—the show is indoors—but for some reason, today of all days has to be when the city’s water system throws a bitch fit from the sudden cold, and he gets a notification on his phone that his tickets have been refunded as the entire theatre, as well as the surrounding block, has been completely flooded.

No matter. It’s no matter. They’ll just go see a movie. Dinner and a movie. It’s more Matt’s style anyways, he probably would’ve been bored at the show. This is actually a good thing.

Mello sits up on the couch and looks over at an understandably startled Matt.

“We’re going to see a movie,” he says. Matt blinks once, twice, then nods.

“Okay. What movie?”

Mello pauses. He…has no idea. He hasn’t been to the movie theatre in ages—he hasn’t had time, for one thing, and he usually can’t stand the places, with their crusty seats and stale popcorn and the ever-present smell of butter. He doesn’t even know what’s playing.

So, he looks it up online. The movie theatres nearest to them are all playing different movies, and with his plans for the show already ruined, he’s twice as determined to pick something good. Matt sits beside him and rests his head on his shoulder.

“You gonna tell me what you’re schemeing, or do I have to spend the rest of the day by myself?”

Mello pauses. He didn’t even realize it, but he has in fact been completely ignoring Matt. He bites his lip and stares at his screen. Matt can be…indecisive. He’s never been the one making the decisions, preferring to let Mello call the shots. However, this is supposed to be their perfect date, and Mello supposes that it would help to get some of Matt’s actual input.

So they squish together on the couch with Mello’s laptop between them, carefully looking through the list of movies. Matt points something out that looks interesting, but Mello is skeptical, and after a few minutes debating back and forth, he decides to just pull up the trailer to get a better idea.

The trailer is shit, which Matt reluctantly admits, so they go back to searching. Watching the trailers seems to work the best to compare the movies, but after a few minutes of both of them trying to see the screen, Mello just pulls Youtube up on their TV to play them from there.

“Wait, which one was that?” Matt asks once the umpteenth trailer has cut to credits. Mello glances at the list he’s still got on his laptop.

“That’s the last one listed for Moxie Theatre.”

“The trailer was all over the place, I don’t even know what genre it was. Can you find another one?”

Mello does, pulling up the second listed trailer for the movie. Then the third. Then goes back to one of the first trailers they watched, because Matt says he can’t remember if he’s seen it already. Mello’s stomach growls—he was planning on getting a light snack at the theatre—and Matt makes a bowl of popcorn because he’s ‘been craving butter,’ as if that’s a normal fucking thing for a human being to say.

The movie trailers are actually pretty entertaining, and Matt suggests they look at a few for movies they’ve already seen together, seeing how they hold up to the actual film. The popcorn is wedged on the couch between them, but when it’s done, Matt scooches closer and rests his head on Mello’s shoulder again. Mello lets him, searching for another old trailer to play.

They both decide that none of the new movies playing today are as good as the trailers for ones they’ve already seen, and Matt looks so excited when he asks if their streaming service has Toy Story that Mello can’t exactly say no. 

It’s not until Buzz and Woody are stuck in the claw machine and Matt has his hand buried in their second bowl of popcorn that Mello remembers what it is they were supposed to be doing.

Frantically, he grabs his phone and checks the time, heart sinking into his toes when he sees that they’ve missed their reservation. There’s a snoozed alarm and even a missed call from the restaurant, which he must’ve missed when he put his phone on silent to hear the TV better.

He buries his head in his hands, feeling sick with disappointment. 

“Mel?” Matt asks from above him, and Mello hears fabric shuffling before he lays a mostly butter-free hand on his shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong? We can watch something else if this is too sad.”

Despite himself, Mello snorts. He looks up at Matt, who looks genuinely concerned, which only makes him feel worse.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

Matt raises an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

Mello rolls his eyes, but he lets Matt run a hand down his back anyway.

“I had this whole big romantic plan for tonight,” he admits. “Like, this kickass Valentine’s Day date, with a theatre show and a fancy dinner…but the theatre flooded and I got so distracted with the stupid movie trailers that I forgot about dinner, and we missed our reservation and now the whole thing is fucked up. I ruined our first actual date in ages.”

He hangs his head, glaring at the floor in an attempt to ward off the welling self-loathing he feels building in his gut. 

There’s a few moments of silence before Matt snorts.

“That’s it?”

Mello looks up, scandalized. Matt raises his hands and tries to backtrack.

“No, sorry, I’m not—it’s just—that’s what you’re so upset about? Mel, I thought something seriously bad had happened.”

“Did you not hear me?” Mello snapped, crossing his arms over his stomach and glaring at him. “I ruined everything.”

“Mello,” Matt says, and he sounds so fond that even in his state of self pity Mello feels his cheeks flush. “You think I give two shits about some stuff show and fancy dinner? Did you not see me eat Kraft mac and cheese for every meal for like, two weeks straight a few months ago?”

Mello frowns. “Well—”

“And honestly,” Matt continues, “I have the attention span of a squirrel on coke when it comes to shit like plays or whatever. That’s always been your thing, yeah? And even the movie, like, I had way more fun making fun of shitty trailers with you than I ever would’ve at some sticky theatre.”

He rests a hand on Mello’s knee and rubs circles with his thumb, giving him that lopsided grin that Mello thinks might be his favourite sight in the world. It’s Matt’s genuine smile, the one he reserves for him and him alone, and despite the failure of the night he can feel his heart lightening just a little.

“It’s the principle of the thing,” he insists, though his protests are feeling a lot less convincing then they did before. Matt rolls his eyes.

“Trust me,” he says, “this was probably one of the best dates I’ve been on.”

Mello can’t help but snort.

“You’ve never dated anyone but me.”

Matt grins and leans forward, kissing his cheek.

“That’s the best part.”

#death note fanfiction #mellodramattic fanfiction #mellodramattic #req #death note req #oneshot #1k #fluff #20 min

[chalkrevelations]

There’s ... something I can’t quite put my finger on yet with Kim, but I think it has something to do with Ep 5′s scene with Kim and Tankhun, which doesn’t give us a lot on its face, but has a ton of potential undercurrents that could play out and is super interesting placed in an ep that also has Kim talking to Chay about Porsche. I mean, Kim’s still a fk’n creepster preying on a kid who just wants to go to music school - and relatedly, I’ve seen some dithering about how young Barcode is to be playing romantically opposite Jeff (even though Jeff is playing younger, and I think Barcode may be playing slightly older?), and there’s also this kind of dreadfully awkward vibe between them that could maybe be an acting and directing choice, because Barcode seems much more comfortable and natural in his scenes with Apo, at least so far. I hope it’s not an actor chemistry issue, because I gotta say I think it really works at this initial part of the relationship, because it plays up Kim’s creepsterhood, but it might be an issue if it continues too far into the show. But, yes, I see what you did there, show, putting Kim manipulating his target practically back-to-back with the scenes of Vegas manipulating his target, don’t think I missed it. With Porsche, it’s the motorcycle and with Chay it’s the music, but either way it’s bait, so what are we saying about all of the Theerapanyakul men, here, hmm? But Vegas in this ep is his own post, I think.

ANYWAY, I have to wonder what they’re saying putting Kim’s scene with his own big brother in the same ep when he’s going to drill Chay for info about his big brother, because obviously Kim’s got his own little agenda, but then he also has to listen to Chay wax rhapsodic about Porsche in this kind of starry-eyed hero-worship way that sees Porsche as perfect in a way that Kim absolutely cannot have with his own big brother(s) (at least at this point, if he ever did in the past). And I have to wonder if that’s part of why Chay catches him with that song at the end. The lyrics that get emphasized by showing us the written version are “Because of you, no matter what obstacles are coming, I will continue to move forward / As long as there is a hug, even if it is uncomfortable.” So who was that kind of support for Kim in the past? Maybe more importantly who is Kim being that kind of support for now, in the present? Because I look at the scene between Kim and Tankhun, and I have to ask myself what kind of undercover shenanigans these two have going on right now, under everyone else’s noses? I mean, Tankhun accuses Kim of spying and asks him “Aren’t you dead, yet?” and Kim’s not the least bit offended by it, and while it could just be that he’s making allowances for his eccentric older brother, there’s points here where Tankhun is maintaining - for him, at least - much more tightly than we may have seen him maintain anywhere else up until now (ETA: other than when he whacks Vegas upside the head for being mean to his other little brother), and this includes when he asks Kim, “Did you get anything,” which Kim won’t answer, but they then spend an awfully long time side-eyeing each other, but not in a particularly antagonistic way, just like they’re maybe feeling each other out. I think significantly, they “run into” each other at night, showing that Kim’s been skulking around the mansion all afternoon, while Big Daddy has been dressing down Kinn, and this happens out at the fish pond. Yes, there’ll be security footage - we know this from Porsche peeing in the pond - but there’s no indication that there’s any kind of sound monitoring, so no one will be able to hear what they’re talking about out here, which you can’t guarantee in the living quarters. There’s a distinct lack of actual antagonism anywhere here, and Kim is very wry about the whole thing, at the same time that he’s not getting exercised at all about Thankhun’s various quirks.

Seriously, y’all. What is going on between these two, what kind of understanding do they have, and why is Kinn significantly not a part of it? We get no indication that Kim even sees, let alone speaks to Kinn despite skulking around the house all afternoon - or maybe coming back later that night just to “run into” Tankhun. I’m also wondering how much Tankhun is playing up his eccentricities at other times, and how much this is his escape hatch from having to play the mafia heir role that Kinn has now inherited, if Tankhun is too crazy to do it properly. Meanwhile, Kim has supposedly peaced out entirely and isn’t available for that role. It’s almost enough to make me feel sorry for Kinn and his sob story about how he’s been forced from the cradle to beat up old guys and do murders. (Cool motive, still murder.)

At any rate, I’m wondering what it must be like for Kim, to hear this breathless description of Chay’s amazing older brother, at the same time that he not only can’t look to his own older brother for protection (or can he? I’m telling you, I want to know what Tankhun has going on) but has kind of taken on the protector role, himself, if he sees what he’s doing as beneficial.

Anyway, last thought on this is wth, Porsche? Chay may think you’re the perfect big bother, but you have clearly neglected any kind of Stranger Danger discussion with him. You know better than to give your phone to Kinn in Ep 1 when you’re standing there looking right at him, but Chay doesn’t know any better than to let some rando from the internet walk out of the room with his phone?

#kim theerapanyakul #tankhun theerapanyakul #kimchay #kinnporsche #also a tiny bit #vegas theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd