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emry-stars-art · 11 months

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tell us about the royals au!!! (im on my knees. please.)

Ohhhhh my friend you have started me on a RANT I hope you’re ready!!!

I don’t know that I’ll ever actually write it so I’m not too worried about spoilers, and the wonderful people in my dms (which are still open btw) bouncing ideas with me are always going to come up with great ideas so I’m putting WIP in big red letters, things are subject to change! But for now, some ideas. Most of what I have will be under the cut, but if you want to know more about a specific part/have any questions please I’d love to chat :D will link to the art/posts I have so far!

(In this au I’ve been referring to Neil as Nathaniel at first and then Abram (hello names as a plot device), and everyone else right now is some version of their name)

Kevin and Nathaniel were raised at Evermore castle, Kevin to be in direct competition to Riko/see which of them might claim the throne (not thought out yet), and Nathaniel as the Moriyama’s attack dog, born and raised to take his father’s place as such. The two never met in person, but Nathaniel knows and recognizes Day because of course he does, and Day knows the name Wesninski means a very, very dangerous person. Essentially the top assassin on the continent.

But as we do, Day decides he can’t/won’t handle the treatment anymore, whatever the last straw may be, and runs off to Palmetto in a kind of desperate chase of the stories his mother used to tell him when he was little. He knew she loved that kingdom. Somehow he finds Wymack - the twin’s royal advisor - or Wymack finds him, and once Wymack realizes who this kid is and has reason to believe he’s not here on Evermore business, he puts Day’s incredible talent and training as a tactician/commander to work as his pupil.

Meanwhile Nathaniel is still at Evermore, mistreated and learning from his own failures and mistakes until he’s nearly as good as his father at the family business.

I don’t know how long Nathaniel plans it, but he either plays the part for long enough or his skill is so undeniable that when the Moriyamas have plans for the Palmetto Kingdom, they send him and one other accomplished fighter to kill the king. Nathaniel goes quietly and decides he’s not coming back if he can help it.

So instead of killing the young king, Nathaniel’s panic has him turn on his partner at the very last second, stopping them just before they can get to the king. He takes them somewhere far away and does what he does best, leaving no one to report back to the Moriyamas. From then on it’s a waiting game to see how long the family will wait before they send someone after him.

Day’s followed them, and Nathaniel turns around from the body and sees this man he hasn’t seen in years, alive and safe away from Evermore. It’s as elating as it is crushing - because Day heard his partner call him by name, and there is no way Day will ever let a Wesninski walk away alive. Not if he knows what’s good for all of them.

Except Day doesn’t kill him, even when Nathaniel asks him to. (Better Day than Riko, Nathaniel knew that even when they were all stuck at Evermore). Instead, he takes Nathaniel back to the twins/Wymack, gives him a little bread, and they sit until he can pry out an explanation. (See the comic of this first meeting here.)

Day and Nathaniel spend most of their time together because Day refuses to let Nathaniel out of his or Wymack’s sight until he proves not a threat to the royal family, which proves an issue because between Andrew’s rotation of personal guards (he never gets along with them well enough that they stay/aren’t fired) Day is Andrew’s guard, which sometimes means Nathaniel is stuck a lot closer than Day would like. But after a long, long time, Day and Wymack decide Nathaniel was serious about the whole “runaway” thing and isn’t playing spy (maybe there’s some dramatic event/Nathaniel protecting a twin that convinces them or maybe it’s just a lot of little things over time). Andrew, after a rough spat with the latest guard, is again in need of a new one. Finally Day just asks “is there ANYONE you could possibly pretend to get along with that can do the job” and Andrew knows Nathaniel is dangerous he just doesn’t know exactly how or why (but oh he is curious) so maybe he just straight up says. “Wesninski.” And Day has to go “…. Fine.”

So boom. They knew each other superficially before, but now Andrew and Nathaniel are spending most of their time together and miraculously - no arguments. No spats. Day thanks the gods there’s no physical altercations (that’s probably what got the last guard fired so quick). Nathaniel is just a mystery with shady ability to tell the truth and Andrew can’t help his curiosity. Good old fashioned andreil :D

From here the timeline becomes essentially nonexistent, I have no idea when these things happen in relation to each other but so far they’re all things I like and want to include!

1) there’s plenty of games and competitions at Palmetto, we love a good tussle, and Nathaniel usually does quite well - he’s not good at playing fair, but his underhanded methods are not technically illegal and usually he can use his preferred weapon - dagger rather than sword. He does well except for the one time an opponent accidentally says/does something that was constantly said or done to Nathaniel while “training” at Evermore, and he comes back to Andrew and the tent he watched from in the beginning of a panic attack. Andrew doesn’t know anything about Nathaniel’s past at this point, but he knows a panic attack when he sees one. In trying to talk him through it, Andrew realizes that yes Nathaniel is scared of being hurt, but he’s more afraid of hurting others. Nathaniel won’t let Andrew call him by name, he flinches every time Andrew says it. After, Andrew asks what he should call him instead, and Nathaniel finally asks to be called Abram.

2) Balls! Masquerades! Abram doesn’t have many outfits, he wears the regular issued uniform to every event. Andrew will not stand for this. Abram always wears clothes that cover him fully, which is fine, Andrew can work with that. He’s still seen Abram in a tight shirt or two. So he commissions one of the most knowledgeable people in the court (we’re thinking it might be Allison, she’s a noble but she’s great with textiles/embroidery/etc) and gets Abram a new outfit. It still covers him, its still protective material, but it looks better. (Find Abram in a corset here). Andrew handles it totally normal and rational in his head when he sees Abram actually wearing it of course.

3) Day probably assumes for a little while that Andrew and Abram have got a more or less normal guard/charge relationship, even thinking it’s slightly antagonistic considering this is Andrew we’re talking about. (This doesn’t fit the timeline, but here’s a mini comic of one of Day’s misunderstandings hehe)

4) king Aaron! He became king at 18/20/whatever age we decide this universe deems old enough because he is in fact the elder twin here. I imagine their parents have both been dead and gone for at least a few years at this point. Dan is Aaron’s guard and she and Abram hit it off great as coworkers and friends. More on the uncertainty of the twins backstory later. (Drawings of Aaron and his queen Katelyn here!)

5) the angst. The Moriyamas should have heard from the Wesninski boy months ago - something somewhere went wrong. So, naturally, they go to collect their property. If they get away with it, we can imagine how it goes. What I don’t know is if the twins, Day, and Wymack know for sure he was kidnapped or if they have a little nagging in the back of their head that wonders if he’s only run away from the castle or if he’s run back to Evermore with everything he’s learned.

When he’s recovered, Day doesn’t let Andrew too close too often for a while. If Abram forgets where is for even a second too long - waking up from a nightmare, having a flashback - it’s long enough for it to be fatal to whoever might get too close to Abram. It’s already almost proved fatal for Andrew, after Abram played normal so well that Andrew let it slip - he forgot Abram was taken back to Evermore for them to finish making him into a thoughtless weapon, and they’d nearly succeed. He wakes Abram too quickly and ends up extremely lucky Abram recognizes both his voice and the way Andrew didn’t call him ‘Nathaniel’ or ‘Wesninski’. There’s really a huge amount to possibly be covered about this point so I won’t go into detail here - but if you like hurt/comfort you know where to find me 👀

6) the biggest thing we haven’t figured out is Andrew. Either he was kidnapped at a young age and only recovered in his teens, or the elder King Minyard didn’t much care for his second son. Though I’ve always liked the idea of Mr. Minyard being a good man who died shortly before the twins’ birth and their mother just couldn’t handle the grief or knowing that the twins look like him. Anyway a lot of the twins’ issues after both of their parents are dead are the advisors or other people around them that try to take advantage of their youth and inexperience for their own gain, without realizing that both Aaron and Andrew have had to grow up much too fast, each for their own reasons. They can usually see right past the tricks. It’s why they both trust Wymack so much - he’s one of the few adults that are truly there to help them, and not make decisions for them.

Im sure there’s more I missed, but this is long enough as it is lol. People have asked about the Trojans/Jean in this au, and I’d love to include them! My brain’s instinctive response is that Jeremy is some sort of high end noble/royal of a faraway kingdom, and Jean (always last to leave the nest, im so sorry baby) somehow gets over there, but I don’t have an idea of his or anyone else’s roles yet. Renee could even still have a hand in him getting there if we really want.

So I’m still writing snippets and drawing over here lol but i promise I don’t bite if you want to talk :D

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rs-wonderland · 1 year

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Hello darling~ can I please get a dorm leader’s reaction to their S/O being a horror movie actor? Love your work! Have a lovely day

Note to anonymous{hello my dear~ thank you im glad you like my work. I hope you like and enjoy this~! ♡}

Headcanon time!

Riddle Rosehearts:

-I honestly think Riddle is so scared of horror movies, it's almost unbelievable. He is very happy that you found yourself in some kind of art, acting is beautiful really but!

-Every time he needs to watch your new movie, he will suggest that he just watch your scenes. Forgive him, he is too scared, and he loves you so much and is so proud of you.

-Normally, you would suggest that he come with you to shoot scenes for a movie, but he's been refusing since that time you brought him into the make-up room and you were putting on fake blood.

-He is very proud of you. And he really supports you because he knows how important your roles are to you. Just don't wear any fake blood near him again!

Leona Kingscholar:

-he doesn't really like horror movies. he can watch them, no problem, but they are too loud, yours are a different story! They are even more interesting because you are in them.

-He likes to sit backstage in the room and watch you do your makeup and try on costumes. Your number one critic! Every time you are on a break he will pull you to his lap and you two will take a quick nap together!

-When he watches your movies his eyes are closed, but only Ruggie knows that one eye opens when he hears your voice on TV.

-You tried to scare him once when you were in a bloody clown costume. It didn't work, it just made him laugh.

Azul Ashengrotto:

-Like Riddle, he is scared to death of them! But when your scenes are on the screen, it's a BIG exception.

-He fainted once when he saw the fake blood on your face. He would make a deal with you to be an actor in his movie. (which he will make as soon as he sees your talent on screen!)

-You had to promise him that you wouldn't bring home any props from the shoot. Last time, his soul left his body when he saw the bloody chainsaw on the table.

Kalim Al Asim:

-Kalim screams at the top of his lungs at horror movies. But he's also very 'Wow!' when he finds out if you're an actor and that you act in horror movies.

-Number one fan. He likes to go to the premieres of your movies, he even takes Jamil to go with him!

-It's fun for him to watch you get your makeup done. I also see him asking you all about the movie and asking you to spoil the movie for him.

-He LOVES it when you bring props from the movie. (unlike Azul) He likes to play with them, also when you brought one fake hand Kalim was playing with it in his room when Jamil came in, and almost died of fear.

Vil Schoenheit:

-Vil has no opinion on horror movies. He is not scared to watch one tho. I think your horror movie that you're in is actually his first horror movie that he's ever seen.

-He thinks you are a perfect match. I mean he's a model and you're an actor, what's better and more glamorous than that? Also, one hundred percent of you had someone take pictures for a magazine together as a Halloween special or something. (use your imagination for this part)

-He does your makeup and chooses your costumes, and that's it! He is proud of you and your work. His fans love you and your movies and roles.

-His social media profile is usually a picture of the two of you on a movie set and a picture of your makeup.

Idia Shroud:

-Doesn't like horror movies, AKA. he is scared of them, needs to have a blanket beside him when he watches them so when he gets scared he can just hide under it.

-But you scene, ohhhhh he loves them. He loves to watch them no matter how scary they are. Ortho and him are your biggest fans. Ortho really likes your movies he thinks you are very talented.

-Idia probably made a horror game about one of the movies you had role in. The game is pretty good, you are probably the villain crush of a MC (in this situation Idia) and it's just his personal otome horror game.

-He doesn't like it when fans approach you when you two are alone. He doesn't want to have contact with people, especially when they want to take a picture with you, or take a picture of the two of you.

Malleus Draconia:

-Malleus likes horror movies. He is your number one fan! Every movie you acted in he watched at least 3 times.

-He took Lilia, Silver and Sebek to go with him to see the premiere of your new movie. They liked it, only Sebek had a few comments that he didn't say because Malleus was present.

-Please take him with you every time you have a shoot, it's enough for him to just stand there in the corner and watch you work. When you were making a video for your fans, you also showed them the Malleus. Your fans love him and when you told him, he was overjoyed. He thinks they are all his friends now.

-He hates it when your fans want to get close to you in slightly inappropriate ways. last time he scared some poor fans, and they just wanted your autograph.

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Can I ask you some headcanon about the captains (+Unohana if you can >.<) having a S/O who's like Unohana Retsu ? (I mean the personality 😅)

I think that would be very interesting... 😶

Ohhhhh, I love this! <3

Jushiro Ukitake: He doesn't mind at all, he loves you either way. It's nice for Jushiro to have a quiet partner who's very sweet and kind. He knows how powerful you are though, so he never makes you mad bc it doesn't want to face your wrath.

Shunsui Kyoraku: I feel like he might be a little creeped out at first, but he gets used to you being super quiet. You definitely scare Shunsui a lot because you're so stealthy and quite literally appear out of nowhere.

He appreciates how gentle you are though, he loves it when he comes home from a long day and you're there with opens arms.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya: Since you're pretty much the opposite of him, your relationship is perfect. You always warn Toshiro when to be nice and he tries his best for you.

There are definitely times when you two bicker over situations, but other than that, you love each other deeply.

Byakuya Kuchiki: PERFECT MATCH. I mean, if Hisana 2.0 were to be born, you were her. Of course, Byakuya doesn't even try and compare the two of you, but you're so alike to her.

He's so in love with you that he follows you along like a lost little puppy.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi: Man tries to study you like a science experiment and says he's trying to figure out what's wrong with you. In reality, there is nothing wrong with you, but he has a desperate need to know why you like him.

Shinji Hirako: Boy, does he tease you 24/7. Since you're on the shy side, Shinji loves to tease you, but he definitely will back off if your eyes darken. He knows that at times you can become scary and he backs off, stopping his annoying teasing.

Unohana: She loves it, lol! You're because the same person, so it's very easier for the two of you to get along. You spend a lot of times together, relaxing or learning new medicine herbs. The two of you prefer to spend time together in silence.

Kenpachi Zaraki: He asks why you're so quiet all the time seeing as how he's very loud 24/7. He questions why you're with him because you're just so different.

You tell him you wouldn't want anyone else to be your lover.

Aizen Sosuke: Your relationship is interesting and puzzling, especially to others. You're both on the quiet side, so there's no questioning there. Aizen can be blunt and quite serious at times, which has people questioning your relationship.

You're sweet and kind, always being nice to others unlike him at times.

Sajin Komamura: He definitely appreciates you. You're so kind and you would never judge him for who he is. Sajin loves that you can listen to him for hours talk about how he's feeling. You're always there to comfort him.

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi: He loves your personality, especially because you will sit there for hours and listen to him playing the guitar. He doesn't mind as your eyes are focused on his hand strumming the thick strings.

He appreciates the tender, quiet moments with you.

Soi- Fong: You're quite the opposite of her. You don't like to fight or be violent, but she does. It takes a while for you two to agree on things to do, both of you being happy.

As opposite as the two of you, you both hold a special love for each other.

#bleach #bleach imagines #bleachanime #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x female reader #bleach x y/n #bleachichigo #bleach anime #shinji hirako #kenpachi zaraki #soi fon #jushiro ukitake #shunsui kyoraku #Byakuya kuchiki #toshiro hitsugaya

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blackjack-15 · 4 months

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sydcarmy breakdown 2X03!

opening with a futility montage for syd -- tight shots for her as well, but centered on her rather than to the side like carmy's? predicts evasion for carmy and head-on tackling of anxieties by syd. business as usual for these two

the BEAUTIFUL widening of the frame from carmy blitizing the crap outta some nuts with his knife, alone in a kitchen, grey sweater blending in with the rest of the background, to show syd in bold tints -- carmy's black and white, note, while he's in a "muddied" version of his colors -- is insane. establishing the lone man, the stress, and then to widen it to show syd and have typical banter start? i see you i see you

"you know what most restaurants suck at?" "how much time do i have to answer that question?" carmy is so, so dry, and i adore it.

THE COPENHAGEN CHEKOV'S GUN. VINDICATION.

them finishing each other's thoughts and sentences is so beautiful here, the way that he can follow her train of thought without missing a beat, the way that he doesn't find copenhagen a "wild" suggestion at all...it's beautiful. these two really are at their best in a small space, alone, with nothing directly hanging over them

"happy?" ohhhhh that's a loaded bit of dialogue. happy with the food? happy with the agreement on sending marcus to copenhagen? happy being there in his kitchen? syd of course takes the most literal interpretation, but bless her, she always does

"you marinated it for too long, but it's okay, though" "i mean it's not, it's twice in a row" "that's why we're doing this" carmy's best aspect by far is his ability to never make the exact same mistake twice, and to incorporate what he learns from others into his important relationships (especially syd). he knows he futzed up by not telling her what her risotto/cola ribs recipe was missing, so he comes out of the gate here with it. he feels bad for yelling at her after a mistake, so he offers support and a way to move past it, to normalize it as part of the learning process.

oh. okay this is breathtakingly vulnerable for syd in a way we really haven't seen yet.

syd is kinda thirsty for praise, especially from carmy -- not a bad thing at all, it's a very neutral character trait. but here, instead of staring wide-eyed at him and pretending she doesn't care (like when he doesn't eat when she preps family in s1), she voices it -- "you're sending me home?" you can almost hear the implied "did i do that badly?". it's a very vulnerable thing to say for syd, who tends to attack things head-on

look at her face there. she is honestly worried, but she's willing to speak up, she's more comfortable and confident in her and carmy's relationship than she was in s1

"no, i'm not sending you home, i'm sending us out for...inspiration" first. just tell your pretty friend that you like her and wanna go geek out about food together, carmy. i know it's not Repression Chic, but. honestly.

second, he's demonstrating that he knows how syd will take this -- how she does end up taking it, by the irritation at herself that she displays here. he knows she's impatient -- with everything and everyone, including herself -- so he tries to show her that this isn't a fault thing, it's just what they've gotta do

and when she doesn't get it and he knows she's mad at herself? "and syd?" "...yeah?" "this really was almost perfect." again, he's learned from the cola ribs and risotto. this conversation is a great mirror to that one, where he starts with praise (it's tremendous) and then tells her "i didn't say it was perfect" as a follow up. he starts with the critique, assures her that it's alright, and then, knowing she's unhappy with herself, praises her.

It doesn't take, but he's doing it right. which means, since carmy opens the episode in Repression Town, things are about to go to pot

#the bear #liveblogging #2X03 #dinner break but hoping to be back in a little bit #but hey! back on the wagon!#also carmy is so friggin soft with her here i'm crying #and he has another sweater than the trauma blue swater!!! it's not a Good sweater color-theory wise but #but it's a sweater!

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Hear me out- Chubby!Bimbo!Reader buying lingerie for Valentine’s Day to dress up for GirlCock!Tory & GirlCock!Sam.

Ohhhhh 💖✨️💖✨️ I love it!

Fem!Reader ✨️ unedited

Disclaimer: idk if I wrote bimbo!reader right, so take that part with a pinch of salt.

It had been a long day for everyone. Tory got called in to work and Sam had to go help her dad with something at the dojo. So when they were heading back to the apartment, all they wanted to do was relax. They'd almost forgotten that it was Valentine's Day, but Sam remembered at the last second and managed to buy some chocolates and flowers for Reader, who had been left home alone due to the hectic change of schedule. She'd originally planned to surprise her girlfriends with a nice dinner out, but had to cancel when it was obviously not going to happen. Meanwhile, Tory was sadly used to this sort of setback and was thinking of what she wanted to say to Reader when she got home.

Unbeknownst to them, Reader was in her own little word. The fact that both her girlfriends had to leave on Valentine's Day didn't deter her whatsoever. If anything, it gave her plenty of time to get her own little surprise ready.

Perhaps a little too much time, fore when Sam and Tory met outside their apartment, they heard loud music playing. They had texted their little group chat that they were on their way home, but she had never seen it. And when they opened the door, they understood why, and it was a beautiful sight.

Reader was dancing around the apartment, which she had decorated with a few rose petals, candles and a few other small Valentine's decorations. Their living room was very pink and red, which was not how they'd left it earlier that day, but they could care less about that, as Reader laughed and shook her ass to the upbeat music playing through the stereo system in nothing but a pretty little number:

Sam is quick to shut the door while Tory whistles, thoroughly amused. Reader yelps, surprised as she hadn't heard them come in, but heard the door shut. However, it's no problem as when she sees them, she smiles really big.

"You're home!" she squeals and hurries over to them. Throwing her arms around them, she hugs them both, seemingly forgetting she was wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties and a thin little top.

Tory and Sam don't mind either, hugging her back happily. Tory chuckles as Reader pulls back and kisses Sam like a live wire fueled by nothing but love. Sam holds her waist and kisses her back, giggling when they pull away from each other so Reader can turn to Tory, who grabs her and pulls her into a searing kiss.

"You put all this together for us?" Tory asks when their lips part.

Reader nods enthusiastically, taking both girls by the hands. "Uh huh. I wanted to do something special for you, especially since we couldn't be together much today. So I figured we'd spend the night together!"

Her cheerfulness is cute, but both Sam and Tory find it hard to think much on "cute" when Reader is hopping around, tits ready to pop out of her top and her ass just begging for a nice hard smack. When Reader turns her back, Sam puts down her little gifts, completely forgetting them in favor of giving Tory a look, who smirks back at her.

Without using words, they both know what they want to do with Reader all night long.

Tory walks up behind Reader as she's rambling on about how she went out to get some decorations and cookies. She grabs her hips and pulls her back against her, pressing her hard on against her fat ass. "As much as I'd love to hear about all the effort you put into this, sweetie, I'd rather get to the bedroom to celebrate with you."

Reader looks at her over her shoulder, pressing her ass back into her. "Yeah?"

Sam walks forward, undoing her belt and jeans. "Oh yeah. You're almost too good for us. We just wanna return the favor..."

Reader licks her lips as Sam pulls out her pretty cock to start stroking it. She watches for a moment, moaning softly as Tory starts kissing her neck and humping her ass. Sam comes to stand in front of Reader, grabbing her waist and feeling up her curves while she pumped her cock. "Oh~! Please..."

"Please what?" Tory grunts against her ear.

Sam pulls at Reader's panties and slips her cock into them, groaning lowly as she felt the lace wrap around her shaft. She starts thrusting, both hands free to roam Reader's doughy body.

"Please- oh!" She moans as Sam gropes her breasts over the lingerie. "Fuck me~!"

"Forget about the bedroom," Sam says, giggling. "We'll make it there eventually."

Tory unzipped her pants and pulled out her hard, weeping cock. "Yeah, eventually."

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runningfrom2am · 11 months

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the sea around us; chapter eighteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.7k

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･

After we realized we literally, actually found the gold, our first move, was of course, to celebrate. We fly back to the Chateau, and we were high before we even made it back, all piling into the house and still chanting.

"Full Kook, Full Kook, Full Kook!" Everyone is yelling, dancing around as John B holds up the gold like it's a trophy. We can't believe it.

I feel my phone buzzing and I pull it out, seeing it's Rafe. I guess I have a tell, because Pope points over at me and calls me out. "Snowy, got your boyfriend on the line?"

"Yeah it's Rafe." I smile, taking the drink Kie hands me. "But he's not my boyfriend and you know it, Pope." I laugh.

"Hey, woah, woah, woah, don't tell him, okay? He can't know." JJ reminds me and I nod.

"Okay I won't tell him- shh.." I say, going to pick up the phone. Five high teenagers being told to be quiet only can have one result: laughter.

"Hi Rafe!" I giggle as I look at my friends, holding my finger to my lips as I step out the door and close it behind me.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

I hang up and lean back against the side of the house. I think he believed me- and it's not like I'll never tell him, he'll find out when the time is right. I pull my vape out of my pocket and take a hit while I text him.

S: Rafeeee

I don't get a response right away, but I wasn't expecting one. He said he was busy anyways. I go back inside while I wait, catching John B pulling his shirt off, since he's entirely covered in mud.

"Oh my god, ew, go take a shower." Kie laughs, throwing her now empty can at him.

"Yeah, will do.." He chuckles. "Sarah, care to join?"

"Gross, man.." Pope says.

"Boo..." I laugh, as the two of them head off down the hall. Just as I finish downing my drink and going to grab another one, I feel my phone vibrate in my hand.

I grab my drink and decide I should step back outside for some fresh air- it just feels so much better when you're high. I wander out to the hammock and lay down, deciding now to answer his text before I forget.

R: yeah?

S: hi :)

R: Hi

S: what doing

R: what doing?

S: i'm laying in the hammock

R: were you asking what i was doing?

S: o, yeah i was

R: i just got home from the club

S: ooo fun, was it bumpin tn?

R: ... the island club? never

S: ohhhhh the ISLAND xlub

R: are you with anyone?

S: not right this second S: eveeyone is inside

R: you should go back in R: you shouldn't be alone if you're drunk

S: nooooo S: i'd rather talk to you :))) S: also john b and sarah are in the shower together and i'd rather not be a witness to that lol

R: gross. thanks for sharing

S: welc

At this point, after a minute or so, I realize he's done talking to me so I put my phone down and close my eyes. I'm using my one leg to rock myself back and forth on the hammock, just relishing in the butterflies in my stomach until my phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I answer, eyes still closed.

"Hey." I can hear the smile in Rafe's voice.

"Hi Rafe." I giggle. "I missed you."

"That weed is really peaking right now, huh?" He laughs.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Yeah I could tell, since I just texted you and you already said you miss me." He says, making me laugh more.

"I forgot about that!" I laugh, sitting up.

"Are you going back to Tannyhill tonight?" He asks.

"Uhm... yeah I don't think so. Unless you can come get me?" I ask hopefully. I want nothing more than to see him right now.

"Uh.. well, no, I mean yes. I mean, no I probably shouldn't..." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why not?" I pout. "I want to see you."

"Fuck- yeah, I know." He sighs, and I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. "I want to see you too, I really do, but I can't pick you up right now."

I sigh. I know what that means now. "You're high."

"Just a little- just a little bit and I don't want to make you feel unsafe but when I come down I'll come get you, okay? How does that sound?"

"No, no, don't do that." I insist, I don't want him to put himself in that spot. "Let's just talk, yeah? I wanna talk to you." I smile.

"Yeah, okay, that sounds good." He agrees. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know." I giggle. "Maybe... could we talk about us?" I suggest, biting my lip. I swear, the best thing about being high is that consequences don't exist anymore.

"Sure." Rafe responds.

"So..." I can hardly get one word out without giggling. "Yeah. That's all I got." I can hear him laughing slightly on the other side.

"So... yeah." He repeats mockingly.

"I'm just nervous, okay?" I laugh. "Leave me alone!"

"Don't be nervous." He says softly, and somehow that makes my heart flutter.

"So..." I start again. "I hear you're not one for relationships."

"Typically? It's not really my thing." He says and I frown. "But since I've met the right girl, why not?"

"Fair enough." I nod a little. "I'm not either, but to be fair that's only because I've never had the chance, I mean, yeah I just don't think I'm a super likeable person overall. That's what Kegs told me once anyway-" He interrupts my rambling.

"Snowy." He chuckles. "That was me asking you." He laughs, but I'm floored.

"Wait, actually?" I ask.

"Yeah." I can see his smile in my mind as he replies. "I've been meaning to ask you that for a little while."

He actually wants me to be his girlfriend? I guess if he's looking past where I live and who I hangout with he does really care. I don't think I have any reason to believe that this is all an elaborate prank meant to embarrass me.

"Uh, then yeah! Yeah of course." I giggle, answering before my mind gets the better of me. "My friends already call you that anyways so we'll continue business as usual."

"Business as usual." He agrees. "But maybe not actually, maybe a little different."

"Snowyyy!" I hear JJ yelling from the porch.

I go to say something to Rafe but he speaks first.

"Go hangout with your friends, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit. Call me before you go to bed." He tells me.

"Yeah, I will. Bye Rafe!" I say into the phone.

"You're so funny when you're high." I can hear him laugh before he hangs up.

"JJ!" I grin as I stumble out of the hammock, immediately face planting on the lawn.

"Oh, shit Snowy you are on fire." JJ jokes as I make it up onto the porch.

"Thank you." I laugh and he wraps his arm around my shoulder, guiding me back in.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

The next morning, we decide our move is to melt down the gold bar and try and sell it, so we can buy supplies to go get the rest of it out of the well.

Kie and JJ work on melting it down, as I lay in bed in recovery mode until we have to go in probably the early afternoon.

I get the summoning that we'll be leaving in ten minutes, and take that as my cue to get up and get dressed. I put on some of my jeans that I find on the floor of John B's room, and a tank top I had laying in a drawer. I quickly grab my bag, and we're out the door.

When we pull up to the pawn shop, we elect JJ to do the talking, since he is probably the best liar.

"Fuck you guys- I think Snowy is better." JJ groans, and I give him a pat on the back as we walk in. Showtime.

The older woman working does every test on our gold in the book, skeptical that it's real since a bunch of derelict kids brought in a gold bar worth over 140k. She was more skeptical after JJ says it's made of his moms melted down jewellery. I make eye contact with Sarah as we try not to laugh, going back to looking around.

The woman excuses herself into the back for a moment to talk to her boss, and we wait around quietly. We're all so nervous, and so excited. We're just all smiling at each other like a bunch of idiots.

"I can do fifty for it." She tells us and we all kind of look at each other, giving disapproving looks.

"No, no ma'am. This is worth one-forty at least, you didn't think I'd walk in knowing the spot price?" JJ insists as I walk up next to him.

"Honey you're in a pawn shop- this ain't Zurich." The old woman chuckles. "So I look Swiss to you?"

"Ninety- or I walk." JJ replies, and I give him a subtle pat on the back, resting my arm on the back of his shoulder.

"Seventy, that's half price," She says, leaning in a little. "And I don't ask questions about where y'all got this..."

JJ and I look at each other, and then to John B, who gives a nod of approval. "I'd like that in large denominations please." JJ says, nodding at her.

Unfortunately, because nothing for us can be easy, we have to go to some busted warehouse in the middle of fuck all nowhere to pick up the money ourselves.

We're on our way out, when Sarah and I start to give each other looks portraying how we just aren't feeling right about this.

"There's nothing but weeds out here, guys, somethings not right!" Kie insists to them and Sarah nods in agreement, just as we hear sirens and see lights behind us.

"Cops? Out here?" I say, as John B pulls over.

"We didn't even do anything!" Sarah adds.

"Guys, chill, hide the gold." John B says as we throw everything under the seat. "JJ, you didn't bring the gun right?"

"No, dude I didn't bring the gun." JJ sighs.

John B rolls down the window and we all stop talking when we see a gun pointed right at his head.

"Get out of the car." The man holding the gun says. He's got a bandana covering his face, so only his eyes are visible. "Get out of the car and let your friends out." He says, keeping the gun pointed right at John B as he slowly gets out, arms raised until he opens the back door for us. We all climb out, raising our arms as well. My hands are shaking so bad- I feel like I could throw up.

"Don't worry, beautiful.." He chuckles, pressing the gun to the side of my head. "Don't run, and I won't shoot." He tells me and I nod a little, a tear falling down my cheek.

The man directs us to lay down by the ditch on the side of the road, telling us to kiss the ground and if he sees any of us move, he'll blow our brains out. Great. Just great. The man then climbs into the van, no way he's not looking for the gold. That old bitch set us up.

While I'm focussing on not bursting into tears and panic running down the road, I see some movement to my left and slowly look up. John B is slowly getting up- eyes trained on the Twinkie. "John B, don't be a hero man." JJ whispers as John B gets up and runs over to the man's car, climbing in the back seat and ducking down just before the man steps out of the Twinkie, gold bar in hand.

"Fuck, man.." Pope mumbles, just as the gun is pointed back on us.

"If I see any of you move, I will run you over- understand?" He shouts. None of us move. He walks backward toward his car, and as soon as he climbs in, John B is on him.

"Guys I've got his keys!" He yells, throwing them out of the car in our general direction as we all run up to help, and they fall out of the car fighting. John B somehow takes his gun, and when the man is back up, JJ shoved him into the side of the car. He puts up more of a fight until Sarah slams his head with the car door, and we all just stand looking at him.

JJ goes up and pulls down the man's bandana, and sighs. "Man, I know this guy. Sells drugs to my dad."

"He probably knows my brother.." Sarah mumbles, and we look at each other. We're in deep shit now for sure.

JJ takes his wallet, and John B grabs his car keys and throws them out into the woods to buy us some time to run. We get the gold back, and quickly climb into the Twinkie and take off.

Begrudgingly for all of us but JJ, our next stop, is Barry's house. We arrive, and JJ gets out and runs in.

"Guys, this is such a bad idea I feel sick." I tell everyone. "We've got the gold, let's just get out of here."

"I'll go talk to JJ." John B agrees, running inside after the blonde.

"Sarah, we're so fucked." I whisper, for no other reason than my body still being in full fight or flight mode.

"Yep." She sighs, running her hand through her hair.

"Guys, seriously, Rafe can't know about the gold." Pope says, extremely unhelpfully.

"Pope, I swear to god.." I say, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "Do you think Barry isn't already on the phone with him right now telling him what happened? It's completely out of our hands now."

Kie shakes her head as I drop my head into my hands. Just then, JJ and John B burst out of the door, arguing by the looks of it. We all quickly climb out of the van.

"Here we go everyone, about 5k each for reparations.." JJ smiles, holding a huge wad of cash.

"JJ.. JJ no.." I say quietly, shaking my head at him.

"Do you know what happens when you steal from a drug dealer man? They come after you, Bro." John B says, trying to shake him out of it.

"Listen, did you like looking down the barrel of a gun? He had it right between your eyes!" He shouts, putting his fingers against John B's forehead to prove his point. "You and Snowy both!"

"Dude- obviously not, I just-" John B says, pushing his hand away.

JJ just shakes his head and turns his attention to Pope. "Look, man, this will pay for my restitution."

"I didn't ask you to do that."

"Well I did it." JJ snaps. "And I'm paying it back, right here, right now, by myself." He says, getting right up in Popes face before turning around.

"You know, I'm probably better off on my own anyways." JJ says, starting to walk off.

"JJ? JJ wait!" Kie calls after him but he ignores us.

"We need to seriously let him cool off." Sarah says and I nod in agreement.

"We also seriously need to get out of here before Barry comes back." I say, and everyone agrees as we get back in the Twinkie and take off, leaving JJ to fend for himself.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

A/N; I bit the bullet and finally had them get together slayyyy -R

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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<333!!!! im so glad to hear youve been doing great chami <33 proud of you!!! uni is also going p okay too!! (on my end)

aghhh ok back to horny shit fjskkd I WAS THINKING! (which is never a good thing) I WAS THINKING. what if, one day, rival yan finally manages to capture your heart!! by some force of nature, they were able to finally use their charm (although, being bratty is all they’ve got going for them LMAO) and win you over!! even better… you two start going out!!!

ohhhhh rival yan would be over the moon!! and while they still act like a brat here and there (their remarks of wanting to be beat you, your study dates have a competitive edge to them, you know, all the typical tsundere quirks) theyre definitely much, much softer while dating you than before. dating them means youre able to lower their guard and treat them preciously, something rival yans still unable to wrap their head around!! they get dizzy thinking about their relationship with you… they don’t know how they pulled it off but they’re adamant on being with you forever. they didn’t expect to get what they wanted (you) but somehow, they found themselves wrapped around your arm everyday, walking home together after school, getting icecream together, even kissing!! eeek!!

of course, all good things must come to an end… rival yan is well, a yan, and their jealousy and nasty attitude never really left even after the two of you went out. they act out when they see you talking to someone else, even if it’s just for a second. they haughtily boast about being your lover to your admirers and make fun of them, saying they’re inadequate. they also expect you to badmouth these same people, because why wouldn’t you agree with them right?? you’re THEIR lover and you only love THEM. it’s not like you were unaware of yan rivals…quirks, but their attitude seemed to only get worse after you asked them out. your breaking point came when someone managed to score second place in the class instead, leaving rival yan at third place.

rival yan goes CRAZY, how DARE this insolent fool take THEIR spot as YOUR rival. THEYRE supposed to be your rival, yes, even after you started going out!! it doesn’t help that you make a small teasing comment towards rival yan, something offhandedly mentioning something along the lines of:

“oh it looks like someone else managed to score second this time! what’s wrong baby, you been spending too much time with me to study?”

that DID it. the thought of you acknowledging someone else at their expense terrified them. what if you saw through them?? what if you realized that they had nothing to offer other than being your self proclaimed “rival” with a weird superiority complex? what if you pushed them aside and started pursuing the student that took their place?? so of course rival yan does the only reasonable thing and takes out their anger on the poor unassuming soul who scored second place, and brutally beats them after school!! truly just pounds!! the!! shit!! out of them!! all while saying that the student “took their place” blah blah blah.

ofc, what rival yan didnt expect was for you to see it all happen!! disgusted, you intervene and pull yan aside asking them what the fuck you just witnessed. you go off on them, screaming how you’ve been wary of their behavior since you two started dating, how you used to think their tsundere-like quirks were endearing, but now they’re disturbing and awful. you break up with them right then and there, and rush to get the student to the infirmary. rival yan just kinda blankly stands there, eyes wide open, jaw dropped and covered in their victims blood.

in the days following you don’t hear much from rival yan which you’re grateful for. you feel awful that you didn’t see through their clearly insane behavior before and regret even giving them a chance. although, you try to brush off those thoughts and focus on helping the student yan assaulted instead. partially out of guilt and because it was just your responsibility as class president, you have been visiting the student in the hospital and bringing them their work as they recovered. you were expecting them to be upset with you but you found that they were a sweet soul, which made you even more upset that rival yan would commit such horrific offenses towards them.

but of course!! rival yan hasn’t just disappeared or anything!! no… they’ve been watching you. watching how you rushed to the side of their enemy (the student they beat the shit out of lolz) and how you no longer smile at them, how you wince when any mention of their name gets brought up, and how you ignore them in the hall. they’ve been mess honestly, if breaking up wasn’t bad enough the blatant silent treatment was even worse. they want to be mad at you but rival yan finds that they just can’t; they can’t be angry at you no matter how much they wish to be, because you gave them purpose, you gave them meaning. and now that they’ve experienced a taste of what it’s like to be with you, to be the recipient of your love and affection… they’ll do anything they can to win you back.

anything.

-sunny!! (sorry this was so long and not proofread gawddamn)

.... im so in love. rival yan is gonna fuckin go apeshit

#sunny darling #rival yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n #yandere imagines

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therhythmafterthesummer · 7 months

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so we know pretty didn’t really know the extent that Chris was trying to scent her pre them being together? Like I’m sure she had an inkling but didn’t understand the full capacity. Also did she know the other boys scents rubbed off in her when they cuddle which in turn caused Chris to have a bigger need to scent her?

Autumn obvi would know because she can smell it. I have a cute imagine in my mind of them being careful to not dump their scent on each other before they can talk about their feelings because they don’t want to make it awkward.

but like what about kitten? She grew up with Minho and Jisung so she knows all about werewolves. Especially when they are young I’m sure it happened all the time through okay and their cuddle sessions. But like actually how much because we also know that Minho would insist on cuddling her after Jisung likely to put his scent on her? Were they ever territorial about it? Did/have other supernaturals/wolfies thought she might be a wolf because of just how strong she’s smelled before?

also for a human and werewolf cuddling, can other wolves smell the human on them after? Like they have a scent but it’s likely not like the wolves scents were they can control it. Did our wolfies with human partners buy candles as similar to their partners scent to either let them smell what their own scent it or just to have as a comfort sniff when they are gone? Am I sobbing at the thought of Chan painstaking trying to find a candle that seems like pretty so she can take a sniff

also I know this is already incredibly long but could I please be 🍑?

ohhhhh, interesting questions, all of these!

you can absolutely be 🍑. i'll answer these questions under the cut!

i don't think she was aware of how easily scent can rub off on you, not until Chris explicitly told her after they got together. but regardless of her knowing or not, it did intensify Chris' need to scent her.

i don't personally think scent is something they can control! just by being together would be enough for the scent to linger, so Autumn's and Changbin's scents certainly lingered in each other, but they both silently decided that if anyone asked, they'd just say it was because their clothes mixed up after doing laundry or something. again, since scent rubs off on others so easily, just by living in the same space would be enough for it to linger, so even if some might've had their suspicions, it was just... pretty normal.

Minho was used to kitten having his scent on her, so, after Jisung joined their little group, he just instinctually tried to make sure his scent was the most prominent one on her. i imagine he probably told her something like "For protection.... y'know, better to have an alpha scent....." which was a load of crap, he just wanted her to smell like him, but it made sense enough that kitten didn't question it. Jisung would purposefully cuddle kitten, though. not only because he wanted cuddles, but also because he knew Minho had feelings for her and was trying to get him to make a move. i don't think it ever caused any conflicts, though. Minho trusts Jisung with his life, and i'm pretty sure that at the early stages of their friendship Jisung might've made it clear to him that he didn't want kitten Like That. other supernatural beings could've potentially mistaken kitten for a werewolf, yes. but it was never important enough for them to come close, or they probably noticed very quickly that what they were smelling was someone else's scent.

humans do leave their scent on werewolves, but it's very veeeery faint. if you were a werewolf, you'd have to either know the other wolf's scent well enough that you can tell something's different, or you'd have to be very physically close to notice. the thought of Chris desperately looking for candles that somehow resembled pretty's scent is just so.... omg. i'm sure he got tons of them but none of them compared. you already know Minho has a lavender air freshener at home (but, again, it also doesn't compare to kitten's real scent).

i hope i didn't miss anything!! please don't hesitate to let me know if i did hahah

#🍑 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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terrainofheartfelt · 1 year

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any date headcannons?

oooooh so open-ended I love it!

being an ~Athlete~ Nate is habitually a morning person and typically runs in the mornings. Dan can not understand this. Nate will pester Dan to come on runs with him every so often because it's good for Dan's mental health, but, god, at what cost?

Nate starts learning to cook under Dan's tutelage. there's the basics: eggs, pasta, grilled cheese, pancakes. the first time Nate manages to cook breakfast on his own he is so proud of himself. but there are a couple times when he sets off the smoke alarms.

Nate is such an easygoing down to earth guy, so he's not typically or outwardly materialistic, but every so often he will say something so rich-boy-unhinged, about food or wine or clothes or hair products and Dan takes psychic damage.

they do their own march madness brackets every year and they never win, but their bet is who loses first buys dinner and drinks next time they go out.

my favorite vocations of choice for Natie change with the wind: community outreach for a major league team, PT for a major league team, school teacher, pediatric nurse, social worker, but Dan is always a writer/house-husband/stay-at-home-dilf. he goes to grad school after college, and nate is his rock through it

(I think it was waldorfhistoria who told me that in the books Dan goes to a MFA program at U of Iowa? what if Nate followed him to the midwest? omg, what if nate follows him to Iowa and that's how he learns to be a grassroots organizer?!?! ohhhhh the potential...)

i already put this in my dilf!date fic, but Nate is the one who proposes. he plans this big romantic trip to the mountains, he gets use of his uncle's ski lodge, he books this grand romantic dinner but before they get to that night, Dan gets injured on the slopes, and Nate feels so bad about it that he just mopes the whole time bc he just wanted Dan to have a romantic, happy time and be able to walk and now he's like "i can't propose after i almost killed him!"

but Dan picks up on his bad mood and in typical Dan fashion teases until he pushes Nate over the edge and Nate goes and gets the ring and he's like "here!" and dan is just *shocked pikachu face*

but OF COURSE Dan says yes and their people are very excited and Blair says she'll be throwing them an engagement party but not until Dan's ugly walking cast is off

also when the cast is off Dan does his own proposal and gets down on his knee because Nate deserves it!

Nate's parents are Trash and aren't very supportive of date from the start but Nate goes through his mourning period and is pretty much at peace with cutting them out. If they don't want to be here then they don't deserve to be.

and all of Dan's parents (all three of em) bend over backwards to make Nate feel like he's in their family - which he like, basically already is.

the first time Alison sees him after he breaks up with Howard and Anne she tells Nate "I'm Mom. Don't you ever call me anything else."

their wedding is small. they go somewhere together every summer, a house on the beach, maybe Hamptons, maybe elsewhere, so after they get engaged they tell their people, "Okay, we're going on our vacation these days, we'll be getting married then, come if you want" (of course they want). so Jenny, Eric, Serena, Vanessa, Blair, Scott, Rufus, Lily, Alison, they all come. (Howard and Anne are not invited, but they are informed)

Eric officiates. Serena makes a toast that opens with "I take full credit for this relationship!"

Nate is not A Reader, but Dan firmly believes that there's a book niche for everybody, after some trial and error, they find that Nate's is FANTASY. Howl's Moving Castle becomes one of his favorites.

Before they have kids, when Dan goes on book tour, Nate will always come along for a week or two. He's very good at working a room, and shining a light on Dan is his favorite reason to do it.

#dan x nate #ty stars!!!!! <333 #gg hcs #asks #they're my comfort himbos your honor

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your-subby-creature · 11 months

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Ohhhhh the puppy playtime is growing oh so well I’m so happy! So many different puppies and pets around! Oh the so many scenarios we can come up with! All because I had a cute idea of wanting a little puppy playmate ^_^

I would definitely try and encourage some of the pets there to be just a little bit bratty to the scientists and handlers, especially you. Teasing you so much about how easily you give in, but of course secretly I enjoy how much you are eager to take my knot while teasing you the whole time.

Just thinking back to the last ask we had, just the two of us caged together for a day to see what would happen. Knowing that I had the entire day with you without the expectations to be pulled off and fucked by someone else makes me filled with joy, cause I get to take my time and play with you at my pace. Knotting and breeding you as many times as I can, getting to pick and choose the different holes available to me that no one else will take. If you start getting too needy during all of it i can definitely occupy your other holes with toys while I work one. Even when I eventually get tired I don’t mind using my mouth on you to continue hearing your little whines and please to continue. There’s be times during this where I’d tease you and dare you to mount me yourself, though if you actually do it would be entirely up to you.

And it’s been an entire day, maybe my thought of just me getting you all to myself was wrong, what if maybe some of the scientists and handlers there start to loose their professionalism, and come in to the area to join us. At some points they’d be encouraging me to continue to breed you as they may work some of your other holes, at other points they’d pull me off and start breeding me next to you, filling the both of us up over and over again. Ohhh maybe they’d put us in different positions and scan our vitals to see which position they put the both of us in would result in different outcomes they expect!

So many different ideas I’m so happy! I may just start to write a few things on my own blog about this and tag it as well if that’s alright?

~✨

I know, it's become such a sensation!!! Feel free to post whatever you'd like about it, I love seeing everyone's ideas and fantasies.

You could tease me all you'd like, but I don't brat, I'm just not capable of doing anything but being obedient and presenting my holes whenever anyone wants to use them. You'd see that every time you mount me, the way I immediately give in and start begging to be bred.

It'd be most evident when we were caged up together, when you'll have nothing to do but use me all day long. Of course, until you realize that my obedience goes beyond my holes, once you realize that I'll mount you if ordered and that you can use me as your own personal knotted dildo for the day.

I'm not sure how long it'd be before the researchers joined in, but considering how much they like to experiment on me during exams, I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up strapped down in the breeding benches as a little breakroom entertainment <3

-your Creature

#Creature responds #✨️anon #smolltguy #puppy playtime saga continues #i officially cleared out my askbox thank the gods

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mushtoons · 1 year

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Ok I know i said I was gonna share more about is au/ headcanons yesterday but i spent it reading rise fan fics with a friend

First of all, ages!

april is 21 about to turn 22 and does in the turn 22 in the timeline of this

ralph turns 21 and i wanna do a thing where he is allowed to have his first drink on his birthday

donnie is 19-20 and his birthday come before leo

leo is 19-20 and his birthday is after don. that doesn't stop them from calling themselves twins cuase they don't actually know their real birthdays and like half of the time they celebrate it together anyways

mikey is 18-19

now head canons!

april is in college for news and journalism and does some work in the hidden city regarding that. not sure what kind of drunk she is but she hold her liquor well. helps out in missions especially when gaining info

raph is an affectionate drunk, what a surprise. suffers from anxiety poor guy but is working on it with mikey and eventually gets the fam some proper therapy in the hidden city. of which drax helps them get records in the hidden city cause they don't got any. dissociative disorder that triggers when he is alone and i'm a big fan of he/she raph so that's making it in.

donnie is a hidden drunk, his personality does not change. he has a better hold of his magic abilities and is working with mikey and drax to better understand it. in the mean time he uses it by making constructs of pre-existing knowledge of the tech he knows so well. he also analyzed the herbicide from the school april investigated in the movie and replicated for any kraang related stuff of which is still around cuase some people got zombified and stuff. he made connecter shells that allow his battle shells to attached to it and in turn it attach to his brother's shells. he goes out into the hidden city on occasion and work freelance for tech and shit.

leo can not hold his liquor, like at all. i think it's funny to have the twins have completely different reactions. he is a good leader, really grew into the role, with some hiccups. that shit don't disappear over night. he meets a bunny that work as a waiter in senior heuso's pizza place called usagi and has big crush. still has some self worth issues, does not like not knowing where his brothers are, incharge of strategies for missions and combo moves. after some beef with big mama is taken care of he occasionally competes in tournaments in the battle nexus.

mikey starts growing hair! he is getting the hang of his magic abilities and is being taught by draxum. took sometime but is not the family therapist anymore and takes therapy himself. i have no idea what kind of drunk he is. he is probably th eone that goes out of the house most often for graffiti and other stuff. takes cooking classes in hidden city.

And have some colorful turtles for read all of that lol

Doctor delicate touch has red eyes :3

OHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!! JUST DJDJDJD THEM GROWN UP QND LIVING THEIR BEST LIVES 🥺🙏💖

#THIS IS ABSOLUTELY ADORE MAN JUST DJDJDJD #raphs still gotta be our fav in ur au shdjdjd 💖#wood wide web

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chordsykat · 1 year

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I've been thinking about this for a minute on how to develop Nathan's character more and thought about how his prophetic dreams could've been building up, correctly predicting, and becoming more disturbing since season three.

The climax happens in Prankklok (I changed it around again) where the band aside from Pickles and Nathan, are beefing with each other and they're planning they're friender-bender to get away from it all.

Nathan hasn't opened up about his prophetic dreams to Pickles due to fears it won't make sense and you know...Gay.

It bites him in the ass hard and now not only is everybody mad at each other, but they're also pissed at Nathan for destroying the album and now they're forced to work together again.

UHHHh OHHHHH Claudia's awoken the lore-dragon that loves to hoard this kind of stuff in my brain -- let's do this :D

I think the prophecy/world ending/the Doomstar/Falconback/Salacia has all been in the works since the beginning, but yeah -- it really picks up steam at the end of Season 2 and beginning of Season 3. Similarly, Nathan's always been one for having weird dreams and visions, but that too, becomes aggressively prophetic as the series goes on. I think your vision for how this all goes down fits well into the canon, and I have a strong feeling that the end will pay-off, similarly.

Popular fan-theory would have you believe, when "Some Days Are For Dying" picks up with that 'second voice' on the first verse, it's Nathan talking:

Feels like it’s Deconstructing The powers of my words They mean fucking nothing

He's clearly frustrated about the state of things. The world's ending and he's hitting writer's block -- which seems to also happen more frequently as the series goes on. Starting Tuesday, you'll see that I even have it as a central dilemma for him in Dethkomic.

And why is Nathan having writer's block such a problem? Well, as you said and as the clues in canon seem to be pointing to -- Nathan's at the heart of the writing process for the band, and without him, the "right message" won't arrive in time to stop whatever it is that's going to tear the world apart. Ishnifus pointed out Nathan destroyed the record because "it was the wrong message", and though the show is great at throwing red herrings our way, most of us don't believe that was one of them.

Anyway. Poor guy's not gonna tell his bandmates about this (because yeah, gaaaaay... but... they're really scary and what if they come true?) so he's going to look like the bad guy in that sense, or at least a wishy-washy artist. "The Ocean Galaktik" and its themes of visions, being in the water, etc. is relevant to this entire topic, and a lot of us think these words, specifically, are about Nathan needing to find those lyrics:

See the world below reform Speak the words and call the storm

I think most of all, the Galaktikon II album has a lot of central themes pointing to the band needing to unify in their final stand aganst the forces of evil. A lot of this has to do with Salacia's power taking hold of Murderface, I'm sure, but more to the point -- I don't think these powers the boys are saddled with will work if they're separated. So your ideas for pushing them back together again too, should see good returns when the story wraps. :)

Always fun to discuss this stuff. But woo. Sorry for the length in that response. :D

#dethklok #mtl #metalocalypse #metalocalypse lore #dethkomic lore #dawn rambles on and on and on #answered

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All right, all right, all right! I’m a day late because I was out last night again, but I’m home now, let’s do this! Thoughts on Taskmaster s15e02, written as I watch it:

- I didn’t mention this last week, but Ivo Graham with a beard is unsettling. I mean, people can do what they like with their appearance and all, but that one may not be the best idea.

- Right, I haven’t seen any of the prize tasks except the first one, but if no one besides Kiell brought in anything that requires us to look at feet, then Kiell needs to win this task. I am genuinely not enjoying Kiell bringing in an excuse to have the cameras focus on both a picture of a foot and Alex’s actual foot, give him five points for achieving weirdness and make it go away.

- Greg is, annoyingly, correct to say that Mae’s object isn’t weird, it’s just your reflection that’s weird. I say “annoyingly” because Mae really eagerly trying to sell people on someone they’ve come up with is... genuinely, I’ve had crushes on Taskmaster contestants before but never to the extent that I’ve had my current problem, where I have difficulty writing about the episode without mentioning it every 5-10 sentences. I’ll try to stop.

- I am 100% behind the levels to which Ivo is taking his argument. Getting into the wording of the task – it’s supposed to be “whenever you look at it”, so needing to look at it for ten minutes like Mae’s mirror shouldn’t count. Explaining that he has practice of looking at it all the time and weirdness occurs every time, and Kiell can’t say the same because he designed the foot glove just for this task. This guy has watched all his friends play Taskmaster, studied their strategies, has his social standing riding on his performance in a way that I’m going to guess, say, Frankie Boyle, does not. This is high-level Taskmaster here, well done, Ivo. I still can’t wait to see you get bullied in the team tasks, but well done.

- Aaawwwwwww. Awwwwww. A Rhod Gilbert reference. A Rhod Gilbert reference in something that was filmed while he was receiving treatment for advanced cancer (I mean, I assume he still is, but he’s also filming TV things again and looks to be recovering, and I’m not sure that was the case as of last summer). Awwwww. Jenny’s thing doesn’t really work for the reasons Ivo pointed out, it doesn’t feel weird “every time you look at it” because that only works if you stare at it for ages, but anyway, lovely little Rhod Gilbert reference. Also, love that they’re saving Frankie Boyle for last on the “thing that makes you feel weird” task. What have you got, Frankie?

- I knew Frankie wouldn’t let me down with this. Obviously he went historical. Yeah, medieval paintings of cats are weirder than feet. He needs to win.

- I’d have swapped Kiell and Frankie, but otherwise agree with the harsh but fair scoring. I like rewarding Ivo’s intricate arguments by giving him two more points than both the people who finished below him.

I don’t know what this means, but I’m guessing it might be that they’ve brought in a concept from Taskmaster NZ, when they had each contestant film a small part of an action movie, and then put it all together later to make one movie. Which I guess was originally a Taskmaster UK concept, from season 10 when they filmed the detective thing with each person playing a different part, and then with Richard Herring playing every part. It’s a concept I like, so I hope they are in fact going to film them each playing some music and then put it together.

Jesus Fucking Christ. Okay I’m done. I won’t bring it up anymore. I promise.

- Oh shit, Horne Section. Ohhhhh, I see. The great band that was separated wasn’t the Taskmaster contestants, playing stuff alone and then going back together. It’s the Horne Section. Cool.

- The task didn’t say anything about “most [adjective] [noun] wins”, so that means it’s a two-parter. They may still have to fit these together somehow. Also, the task said it must be “less than thirty seconds long”, which is weird, because normally Alex Horne is right with me in correcting people every time they say “less” when they should say “fewer”. You let this one slip, Horne.

- They were correct to give Frankie the percussion instruments. I like Kiell’s attitude. Ivo briefly thinking “I”, “V”, and “O” might be music notes was quite funny. Really enjoying Jenny’s unnecessarily exuberant and surprisingly low-pitched singing. Mae, do we really need to bring more feet into this episode? Have we not already had enough feet in this episode?

- I didn’t really know what to expect from Frankie Boyle on Taskmaster, but if I’d absolutely had to try to guess, I’d have pretty much said this:

- I promise this isn’t another gratuitous screenshot of how attractive Mae Martin is; I just wanted to capture the look of utter shock on their face when Alex handed them the extra card.

The sense of betrayal from Alex. The underlying disappointment in themself for not seeing this coming. The whiplash in going from relaxing because the task is over to ramping the tension right back up, 0-100 in half a second, a reminder that you have to be always on your guard in this show. There’s Taskmaster summed up in one screenshot.

- Ah, the twist is that they have to play along. It’s not really a music task, it’s an arts and crafts task! That’s fun.

- I mean, some of those instruments are easier to copy than others. Frankie probably got an unfair advantage there, the drums have to be the easiest to copy. But I don’t mind, because I want to watch Frankie Boyle play makeshift drums.

- I think they undervalued Jenny Eclair’s trumpet miming in the studio chat. That was good. I could believe that was her playing if I didn’t look too hard at the instrument. She looks like she should be dramatically playing a trumpet in a club somewhere.

- Frankie’s miming was not remotely in time to the music, but he looked like he was having so much fun out there. Someone needs to gif that. I might need to gif that later. I want a moving image of Frankie Boyle playing the drums and having a great time.

“I see your Diverse Stripes, Nish. And sure it was impressive, but you made one crucial mistake: not wearing sunglasses.”

Incredible screenshot.

- Some really interesting camera decisions in the filming of Ivo. I’m not sure I needed that under-his-legs-looking-up angle on those loose shorts. But A+ for effort on the contestant’s part, as I’ve quickly come to expect from him.

- 1) Mae Martin making a joke about “Mae-stro” and then immediately trying to take it back - “I don’t want to lose points from Mae-stro”: solid Taskmaster play, I like the level of paranoia that Taskmaster instills in its most competitive contestants. Mae Martin about to play an instrument with their foot: not ideal. Not... not something I would like on my computer screen, thank you.

- I think Mae was the best one so far at miming in time to the music. Not bad arts and crafts work either. Good attention to detail. Thankfully minimal foot involvement.

- Well, Kiell was definitely the worst at the arts and crafts potion, there have to be more accurate ways to create a facsimile keyboard than to just put a bunch of books in a row. Also, he just repeated the grammatically incorrect task over and over, causing me to have to say “fewer” at my screening increasingly annoyed voices.

On the other hand, he may win for the person who had the best time out there:

Again, I’m just really enjoying Kiell’s whole vibe. Competitive, but not as overt about it as Mae or Ivo. Getting fully into everything, to an exaggerated degree. Picking at things and not letting them go, like the thing about the musician’s age.

- Whoa. That was ridiculously generous scoring and I don’t think I see Greg’s logic with any of it, but fun task all the same.

- Yes! Team task! I’ve been looking forward to these so much.

You know, normally when I say what contestants I’d like on a team together, I just pick pairs of people and hope they’re with each other, either on their own or in three. But in this case, I really like that Frankie and Ivo are specifically the team of two. No one for Frankie to pawn off the task of interacting with Ivo on, no one for Ivo to hide behind, no one to dilute the extraordinary amounts of awkward tension that I imagine occur when you put together two people who are so very, very different.

And on the other side, obviously I’m looking forward to the clash of Charlotte Ritchie’s husbands, and to two highly competitive contestants who will hype up each other’s competitive natures all in the midst of Jenny Eclair’s cloud of chaos.

I’m writing this before seeing any of this task, just to have a record of what I’m expecting going in. Expectations are high. I think Ivo might get eaten alive.

- I always look forward to that moment in the first team task, when the contestants see their teammates for the first time. As far as those moments go, this one’s pretty good:

- Oh my God. It’s perfect. Thank you, Taskmaster, this is exactly what I wanted.

I’m trying to picture the meeting where they divided up the teams. I hope they weren’t forced to do this by schedules or whatever, I hope all the contestants had availability on all potential days, just because it’s funnier if the Taskmaster people planned this. “Guys. Guys. Let’s put the incredibly posh English private school boy with Frankie Boyle. We have to, right? We can’t waste that opportunity.” Their decision to film and edit this entrance like a horror movie makes it so clear that they knew exactly what they were doing.

I mean, these two are rivalling Joe Thomas and Sian Gibson for most awkward initial meeting. But Joe and Sian eventually settled into their own sort of weird, awkward chemistry. I feel like Frankie and Ivo can keep up this level of non-meshing, actively clashing, energies all season. At least all day, as they film the team tasks.

One of Charlotte Ritchie’s husbands standing on tip-toes to hug Charlotte Ritchie’s other husband, while the trailblazing first woman to ever win a Perrier Award looks on. Thanks, Taskmaster. What a good day for feminism.

Incredible. You can’t script that level of awkward. I’m so glad they didn’t try to edit around the less-than-slick television of Ivo talking over Frankie’s one-sentence potato anecdote to say hello to Alex.

Normally when I get screenshots of Ivo I carefully time it so I can get him when his eyes are open, which is rarely. But I think in this case, catching him in his usual state, which is with his eyes closed (seriously, I did not notice how true this was until I made that video last year with all these contestants, and struggled to find clips of Ivo where he was both moving around the stage/set and has his eyes open, he mostly just stands still with his eyes closed) captures the atmosphere better.

- Oh cool, two season 2 references. Obviously a potato next to the red green that can’t be touched is invoking Joe Wilkinson. And a bridge for a potato is invoking Debajo De La Mesa.

- I think from now on, my entire blog may just turn into a repository for screenshots of Frankie Boyle and Ivo Graham together.

- Yeah, this is all I actually want out of a television show.

You’re close, Ivo, but not quite - you’re wrong about it being an either/or. What we want is for one team to be the first thing and the other team to be the second thing, so they can be contrasted in ways that make each one more amusing when set against the other, and can occasionally be edited together in a montage designed to make the differences hilariously clear. And I know I haven’t even seen the first team task yet, but I think this season might out-do all previous ones in that way.

- Are we going to keep up the joke all season where Frankie Boyle is like Ivo Graham’s father who didn’t love him? Because I’m on board with that.

- This post is pretty screenshot heavy, there are just so many images I like.

Oh Jenny, trailblazing veteran comedian though you are, your experience clearly doesn’t extend to understand the dire consequences that can occur when a tiny bit of your shoe touches the red green, and you don’t immediately acknowledge the mistake and start over, this time doing it properly. You don’t want to hide that shit, Jenny. They’ll catch it on camera and then it’ll be worse. Mae knows. Mae’s clearly seen that episode. Mae is not here to fuck around with that sort of thing.

I do really like Mae’s particular brand of competitiveness, which is coming out in Ivo too. The kind where you want to win so much that you’re ridiculously careful about making sure you’ve followed every tiny instruction and accounted for every little thing because you can’t stand the thought of fucking up on a pointless mistake. But then because you’ve been so careful, you hold everyone else to the same standard, expect them to also have meticulously gotten everything right, and call it out if you see them get away with slacking on that, because if you bothered to get it all right then they should have to as well. And yes, at some point in that sentence it became clear that by “you”, I mean “me”, that’s how I live my life and it’s maladaptive at times. But it’s also how Mae Martin and Ivo Graham are playing Taskmaster, and I love seeing it.

- Love how much effort they put into the barrel bridge before realizing they can just use duct tape and poles. Also:

Brilliant. I really hope this screenshot embodies what this team will be like all season, with the two competitive contestants carefully managing a tricky solution to the task, and Jenny dancing and singing on the sidelines for moral support.

- Mae Martin: Stop the clock, I think.

Kiell Smith-Bynoe: I think we could go higher.

Mae Martin: No, I’m scared.

Yep, that’s the kind of so-competitive-you-come-back-around-to-being-cautious I’m talking about. Also, I’m scared too Mae. This is genuinely tense, don’t fuck it up.

No! Careful! I mean, I love the symbolism of the early female comedian from back before they invented more than like four women in comedy, assisting the young(er) queer comedian who’s existing in a world created by the previous generation of feminist trailblazers. But also, I’m worried about all the little things that can go wrong here. I know Mae is meticulous, but how carefully his Jenny watching her shoes’ proximity to the red green?

- After I wrote that last point, I hit “play” on the video again, they raised it even higher, some of the tape started stretching, and without consciously meaning to, I started saying: “No, stop the clock, stop the clock!” out loud, to my laptop screen. At the same time, heard my voice joined by Mae Martin’s:

I get you, Mae. I get you. Do you want to be, like, best friends, or something? You’re not looking for a wife, are you, if Charlotte Ritchie’s off somewhere else?

- Oh God. That was tense. They did it. Well done all around, everyone. Competence on Taskmaster, who would have expected that?

- Ivo. Honey. What are you. What are you doing?

The board isn’t part of it, buddy. What are you doing?

...I knew I was looking forward to seeing Ivo Graham fall apart merely from being in the presence of Frankie Boyle, but I don’t think I expected it to engender quite so much of my current reaction, which is wanting to protect him like a child. Go build the bridge, Ivo.

- There’s a lot of competition in this category, but I think this might be my favourite screenshot of this whole episode so far:

- And it was beaten for that spot a split second after I posted it:

- I don’t know why since there’s been so much other good stuff, but my hardest laugh of this episode so far has come from Ivo Graham going in the house to try to find something that’ll actually work, and Frankie Boyle marches predatorily after him to suggest that they roll the potato in a tube.

- Oh shit. You know what, I was making fun of Frankie’s tube idea, but credit where it’s due, I stand correct. That worked really well.

Greg knows what’s up. Greg’s the one saying the quote in that caption, but from the grin on his face, Alex is also aware that they’ve struck fucking gold with that pairing.

At the end of the season I want to collect all these Frankie/Ivo screenshots (I just remembered that I said last week I’m going to call them “Franko”, I’ll have to start that next week), rank them by awkwardness, and put them in a collage.

And as we come down from the 18 different types of tension at play in the previous task, now we’re in the lab, setting shit on fire. Awesome.

- So it’s the season 8 little finger task, but with a breath instead. Okay. I’m on board.

- Jenny Eclair wants to resuscitate a dying animal. I admire the ambition.

- I think Mae and Kiell’s idea for this probably what I’d do. See if you can set off a chain reaction by blowing on something small. But I think I’d go smaller scale than this - I’m now thinking of the season six task when they tried to extinguish a candle by blowing through a pipe that size, and it didn’t go too well.

- Mae Martin kissing a marble and ordering it not to fuck up: yes, that’s the level of competitiveness we want out of Taskmaster.

- Kiell, you have to put the ball a little way into the pipe before you blow on it, so it’s already going in the right direction. It isn’t lighter than air.

- Again, the level of intensity:

We’re all very attracted to hot queer people who get disproportionately intense about stuff, right? That’s not just me?

- Holy shit, Mae’s worked! I didn’t think it was going to, I thought they put the xylophone too far away. But of course they must have tested it, they’re not messing around.

- Well, didn’t think Kiell’s would work either, so I was right one out of the two times. Also, I don’t think he started that one with a breath. I think he just dropped it down the tube.

- Oh good, marble runs are the smart way to go, but I’d have been disappointed if they’d put fire in the intro and then no one brought fire into the actual task. I’m learning that we can count on Jenny for that sort of thing. Wouldn’t it be fun if it became a running joke throughout the season that Jenny’s thing is setting shit on fire?

- Holy hell. I thought Jenny was going to light a candle in the caravan and then put it out, but she is now actually lighting the curtains on fire. I’ve said before that Taskmaster NZ is fun because it has more lax health and safety standards that Taskmaster UK (I’m not... I mean, politically and just morally I’m aware that health and safety and other regulations are a good thing, sometimes my taste in comedy does not perfectly line up with my actual beliefs, like how funny I think it is to watch Ivo Graham get bullied on a panel show), but that’s taking quite a risk in this one.

New hardest laugh of the episode. If I hadn’t paused the video to write this, I’d have had to pause it anyway to laugh. Brilliant. No notes.

- So, I’ve been taking these one at a time and only focusing on Jenny so far, but what the fuck is Frankie doing?

Is that... is that someone who doesn’t work for the show? Is that just a guy? It’s been mentioned a couple of times before that the Taskmaster house is near a golf course - in season six, when the contestants had to get back to the house, they were asking people for directions “to the golf course”. And in season 7 when they had to throw things over the fence, they talked about seeing people playing golf in the distance. But I thought that was, you know, the distance. Presumably they don’t just have golfers that close to the house while they’re filming.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. That was incredibly funny. I still don’t understand why that guy was there, it doesn’t matter. Frankie Boyle fucking with a golfer and then folding over in silent giggles like a child playing a door-knocking prank, but it isn’t a child, it’s Frankie Boyle with a golfer, possibly his least favourite type of person after privately educated posh English boys - fucking hell that’s funny. I’d watch a whole show of just Frankie doing that.

True, but perhaps not the best way to ingratiate yourself with the hosts of this show, or least with one of them, and that reminds me, Alex, please cast your buddy John Robins on here someday.

- Alex just told us that the garden “backs onto a golf course”, so I guess they’re a lot closer to it than I’d thought.

Seriously, fucking commission that. I’d watch it, and I’m not alone. Raise your hand if you’d watch an entire show of Frankie Boyle blowing whistles in inappropriate places.

- Well, I got so into Ivo’s task attempt that I haven’t even catalogued it (which is probably fine, I definitely did not need to screenshot nearly as much of this episode as I did), and at the end, it at least came close to matching Frankie’s attempt in my hardest laugh of the episode. Oh, that was a beautiful disaster. Trying the radio first, getting rejected. Then getting rejected by Greg. Then by Ed Gamble. Apologizing for breaking glasses and then failing to break glasses. Failing to break glasses, how hard can that be? I thought he was going to do creepily sexy breathing down the phone at Ed, but instead for some reason he really intensely sort of breathily shouted.

Oh yes, Ivo. It feels like one point. But it was a heroic failure.

And to be fair, Kiell’s breath wasn’t even what moved the ball. Ivo did move the basketball with his breath. If you say Ivo’s “one breath” was the last one he took, since that’s the one that actually moved the ball, then that probably took place after Ed Gamble hung up. So he didn’t even annoy Ed with that one, and the glasses didn’t break. But he did move a ball. More, technically, than Kiell did.

- Wow, the scoring is all over the place here. I feel like Greg took on board accusations of being too generous at other times, and might be overcorrecting. But then he was weirdly generous in the music task.

Anyway, scoring aside, that was a great bit of chat following that task. Ivo and Kiell sniping at each other to continue the animosity developed in the last week’s prize task. Mae trying to remind people of their nice little bing. Greg saying he can’t give five points for “putting off a golfer”. Frankie Boyle, of all people, accusing him of being jaded. Alex correcting Greg’s scoring (and being right - Kiell should definitely not have beaten Jenny or even Ivo) and Greg acquiescing. There seemed to be a bit of distance in the studio in last week’s episode, but they’re getting into it now.

- Love Ivo covering hi smouth in shock at the sight of that scoreboard:

I don’t imagine this will happen much, but it is fun to see Frankie Boyle at the top of a Taskmaster board.

- Ah, the old Taskmaster classic: arts and crafts with visual and material-based restrictions. A classic for a reason.

- Ivo not just looking under his table, but spinning it around to see the whole thing:

That is a man who has seen Taskmaster before, and has just watched his own potato bridge task, possibly being reminded of previous potato bridge tasks, and what lessons they’ve taught us. Debajo De La Mesa. And it worked out this time, there were scissors.

- I think how very fucking pleased with himself Kiell looked after coming up with his idea summarizes his whole vibe in quite a fun way.

- As the second one to complete the task, Frankie looks... less pleased with himself, in a way that also summarizes his vibe.

- Kiell, you fucking idiot! Just say it’s a caterpillar and you’d be fine! It looks more like a caterpillar than a snake anyway! Frankie’s not going to be at the top of the scoreboard often, don’t take this episode away from him!

- Yeah, Greg’s right, Mae’s was good. It should have won for not just being tape on a board. But I think that scoring was mostly right.

- Oh God, that was fucking good. The whole episode, so good. I thought last week’s was a good opener, but the quality here has escalated as they’ve settled into it. Also, this post got a little out of hand, I’m going to need to make fewer screenshots and comments next time because stopping it so often means this whole thing took me about four hours (though I did also stop and do laundry and make lunch). But fuck it, I have nothing else to do on this holiday Friday, and that was great.

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Merry Christmas, @apainting-ghost!

Hi @apainting-ghost! I wrote you a VegasPorsche fic and I hope you enjoy the kind-of-sort-of-exes to friends to lovers of it all ❤️

*****

“Damn, Porsche,” Jom says, peering over Porsche’s shoulder at the test papers clutched tightly in his hand, “I’ve never seen a score that low.”

“Shut up, Jom,” Porsche mutters. Then he gives Jom a good swat in the head with the test papers. “And what do you mean, you’ve never seen a score that low? I took English with you. I remember exactly how shit you were at that class.”

“Not this level of shit,” Jom says.

And, well, it might be true. Porsche isn’t anywhere near a great student, but he’s always managed to coast. Single-digit test scores are not good enough to coast on.

Porsche swats Jom again anyway, for good measure.

“Hit me all you like,” Jom says sagely, “it’s not gonna change your score.” He feigns a grimace. “You’re screwed.”

Porsche sighs. He is definitely screwed.

The problem is that this is Porsche’s last year, before he’s free of the education system forever. He can practically taste the freedom. But he’s got one final wall standing in his way: his general education credits.

“You should have taken physics with us during first year. We could have all suffered together.” Jom elbows him in the side as they walk out into one of the main courtyards.

“Right, and I just would have failed it then instead of now.” Porsche is abysmal at physics. He almost did take it back then, with Jom and Tem, but that semester had been… particularly rough. He’d made the call to drop it, and he can’t quite bring himself to regret that.

Jom shrugs. “Least we could have helped.”

“You could help now.”

“As if I remember anything.” Jom scratches at his chin. “You might be better off with Tem. Hey, the physics classes have graduate TAs, right? Go get one of them to help you.”

And Porsche freezes.

“Oh. Ohhhhh, right. That one guy is the TA, right? The one who, uh, harassed you in first year?”

Porsche scuffs idly at the ground with the side of his worn shoe. “Yeah.”

Jom slings an arm over Porsche’s shoulder. “Was it bad enough that you can’t go ask him for help?”

Porsche tilts his head in consideration. “Well… it’s not like he’s done anything at all, in the last couple of years.” He looks down at the crumpled papers in his hand. “I might not have a choice.”

Jom looks at him very sincerely. “If he does anything, I’ll be moral support for you when you beat him up.”

Porsche snorts. “You won’t even beat him up for me?”

“Hey, I know where my strengths lie.” Jom claps him on the shoulder. “You’d get the job done much faster.”

Porsche steadies himself. Then he walks up to the desk at the front of the classroom, and the man sitting there glances up at him.

“Porsche,” Vegas says. He looks – surprised.

Porsche waves. “Hey.” He lets the silence linger for a little too long, before hesitantly adding on, “Long time no see?”

“Yeah,” Vegas says, nodding slowly. “It’s been years, huh.”

Vegas doesn’t really look too different, even after all this time. He’s still wearing his signature billowing button-ups, tucked neatly into black pants and left open generously at the neck. But Porsche is also used to him looking a little more… intimidating? Something about him seems calmer now. More open. Porsche can’t quite figure out what it is.

Then Porsche realizes Vegas is watching Porsche stare at him, so Porsche hastily averts his gaze to the chalkboard behind Vegas, which is covered in a bunch of formulas that Porsche clearly cannot understand to save his life.

“Uh, so,” Porsche starts. “You’re a TA.”

Vegas raises his eyebrows. “Yes.”

Porsche looks to the skies for courage. Then he slumps, just a little. “I need some help. I suck at physics. I really can’t afford to fail this class.”

Vegas nods again. “Okay. Is there something specific you’re having issues with?”

Porsche winces. “All of it?”

“Hmm.” Vegas leans back. “You can come to my open hours.”

“Ah, well.” Porsche rubs at the back of his neck. “My work shift is at the same time.”

Vegas reaches for a small notebook, flips through it carefully. “I have a free period after every lecture, if that’s easier.”

“Yeah,” Porsche says. Then, after a moment, “You’d do that for me?”

Vegas looks up. “Why not? That’s my job.”

“Oh.” He laughs awkwardly. “It’s just, you know-” he gestures aimlessly at the air, before dropping his hand, “well, never mind. Thanks. I appreciate it, man.”

“Sure.” Vegas looks at Porsche expectantly.

Porsche waits, confused, and then he gets it. “Oh. Uhhh. Not today, if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you next week, then.” Vegas stands up, starts to put things away.

Porsche watches him go, and feels distinctly perplexed by all of it. Vegas was entirely normal. It’s almost as if – the slate has been wiped clean between them.

Porsche is okay with that, if it saves his grades. He thinks.

“Ah,” Vegas says, a few days later. “I see.”

Porsche drops his pen down on the table in frustration, stares at his chicken-scratch diagrams. “I don’t understand why the contact force isn’t the same as the applied force.”

“Think of it this way,” Vegas takes the pen, slides his chair closer so that he can reach the paper. He sketches out the same diagram, all clean and sure lines. “If you’re applying force to the first object, and it in turn is pushing along the second object, they’re going to move together, correct?”

Porsche nods.

“So their speed is going to be the same. They’re moving together. Which means that -”

Porsche stares at him.

Vegas smiles crookedly, taps at a formula on the page.

“Their acceleration is the same,” Porsche says slowly.

“Good,” Vegas says. “But the force is acting on both masses at the same time. If they have the same acceleration, and are different masses, then they have to have...?”

“...different forces?” Porsche throws up his hands. “But it’s the same damn force moving them.”

“But some of that force is used to move the first object. Not all of it makes it to the second one.”

“Some of-” Porsche blinks. “Oh. Oh.” He grabs the pen back from Vegas, starts to furiously scribble, then leans back. “It gets converted to kinetic energy for the first mass? So the leftover energy moves the second mass.”

“Very good.”

Porsche feels the warmth from the praise settle in his bones. He grins.

Vegas leans forwards, turns his gaze fully to Porsche. Some loose strands of his hair fall softly in his eyes. “Now add in the friction.”

Porsche pauses for a moment, distracted, before groaning. “Fuck,” He cracks his knuckles. “Okay, okay.”

The strange thing, Porsche thinks idly, is that he was expecting Vegas to be kind of mean. That would have been fine. Porsche probably needs somebody to yell at him to get his ass in gear. But Vegas isn’t doing that at all, even though it’s the primary personality Porsche associates with him. Mean. And a dangerous flirt. (And hot.)

But Vegas is being nice, is being so patient with him, is telling him he’s doing well. And Porsche isn’t going to look at it too closely, but it’s working. He doesn’t feel miserable about these problems right now. He feels like he can keep going, keep trying until he gets it.

Vegas’s knee knocks into his as he shifts closer to watch Porsche work better. It stays there for the rest of the hour.

Porsche has been avoiding Vegas for years, and it’s because of Vegas, but it’s also mostly because of Kinn. It’s not something he likes to think about too much, but being around Vegas is bringing all of the memories back to the surface.

A long time ago, Porsche was a wide-eyed first year, and Kinn was – a god. The talk of campus, the cream of the crop. Rich, smart, the softest voice, unrealistically gorgeous. And Porsche crashed into him, and Kinn latched onto him right back and didn’t let him go. Porsche has never felt anything in his life like the fire that Kinn lit inside of him.

Of course, then Kinn did actually let him go.

The problem was that Kinn’s loyalties were split, and always would be. He was too tied to his family’s megacorporation, too stressed about maintaining power, too willing to sacrifice Porsche’s time in lieu of his duties. And Porsche put up with it, for a while, because it seemed worth it – until it wasn’t, anymore.

Vegas’s role in all of that was confusing, to say the least. From what Porsche understands, Vegas was trying to get with Porsche solely to get back at Kinn, what with the cousin rivalry and all that. He spent months casually running into Porsche, attacking him on all fronts with deliberate touches and heated gazes and a touch of meanness in the quirk of his mouth. He pushed Porsche up against walls, would not leave him alone, and Porsche had spent that time oscillating wildly between being confused about Vegas and being pissed at him.

But Porsche can’t deny that part of the reason why he left Kinn was because Vegas showed him, just a little bit, what it could look like to be put first. Even if Vegas hadn’t meant a word of it.

Regardless, Vegas hadn’t been the final straw. Now that Porsche thinks about it, Vegas stopped following him around a month or so before Porsche had really ended up on the outs with Kinn. No, Vegas had been a hindrance, but Porsche’s relationship had crumbled for much more foundational reasons.

Once Porsche had found out why Vegas was doing all of that, though, he had resolved to religiously avoid him. Until now. And Vegas is so different now. He’s not being overly familiar anymore.

He meets with Porsche twice a week, and he walks Porsche through every silly question Porsche has, and he doesn’t bat an eye when Porsche gets something wrong twelve times over. He looks over Porsche’s homework with him, helps him push through to finish it, and he looks almost happy to do it. He doesn’t try to make any advances. Whenever he bumps limbs with Porsche, it feels unplanned, natural. There’s no artifice, not anymore. And, of course, he’s doing a great job. Porsche might actually pass this class with points to spare.

Vegas just… he feels like a friend. Porsche thinks that he maybe trusts Vegas to be normal now.

It’s nice.

“Look at that,” Porsche crows, slamming down his test papers onto the table. “Double digits.”

Vegas hums. “That’s quite a bit more than double digits.”

“Who would have thought,” Porsche says cheerfully. He pats Vegas on the shoulder. “All thanks to you, of course.”

“No, Porsche,” Vegas says, looking up at him, “you put in the work. You’ve improved a lot.”

Porsche abruptly feels a little shy. He tilts his head, grins. “Aw. Thanks, bro.” Suddenly he straightens. “I owe you, you know.”

“I’m just doing my job,” Vegas says.

“I think you’ve been way nicer to me than your job requires,” Porsche says, somewhat wryly. “You should have tossed me out the window weeks ago.”

“But you’re a pleasure to teach,” Vegas says, eyes fixed on Porsche, and Porsche feels heat flash up his spine.

“Haha, sure, okay,” Porsche says hastily. “But hey, I mean it. I owe you a round of drinks, or something. Just say the word. Anything.”

“Anything.” Vegas raises his eyebrows.

“Well, not anything, but, uh, yeah,” and now Porsche is floundering, and he should – he should go, probably. “I’ll see you next week, yeah? Thanks again,” and then he flees.

He gives his head a good shake, once he’s made it off campus. Now he’s the one acting strange. Maybe he’s just high off of his own success, or something.

Porsche doesn’t push on the drinks thing, but he gets his opportunity eventually.

He’s working one of his longer shifts tonight, and he’s tired, damn it. School has been ramping up, and he’s got debts to pay and sleep to catch up on, and the college crowd here today is being a complete mess.

He happens to look up in the middle of preparing another row of shots for some poor kid to knock back in succession, and he spots Vegas at the other end of the crowd. He feels a little lighter, all of a sudden.

Vegas misses Porsche’s first few attempts to wave him down, but once he spots Porsche, a small smile grows on his face and he makes straight for the bar.

“Didn’t know you worked here,” Vegas says, neatly sidestepping the three kids half sprawled across the counter.

“You didn’t?” Porsche is kind of surprised about that, but then he reminds himself that Vegas doesn’t actually track his every move anymore.

“No reason to,” and Vegas looks a little contrite, but mostly amused. It’s the first time he’s alluded to any of their past interactions, though.

Porsche nudges him with the end of a glass he’s just wiped down. “You could ask now.” He grins. “We’re bros.”

“Okay,” Vegas laughs. “You gonna make me a drink, bro?”

“Damn straight,” Porsche says, pleased. “And you bet your ass it’s on the house.”

He whips up a Gin Sour for Vegas, tops it up with some foam to be fancy. He thinks Vegas will appreciate it, and he’s right.

“You come here alone?” Porsche asks.

Vegas leans back against the counter as he sips at his drink, torso angled so that he can still see Porsche over his shoulder. “No. My department decided to go out for drinks. They’re not very interesting, though.” The edge of his mouth quirks up. “I’m in better company now.”

Porsche snorts. “Nice of you to say, but – I’m probably not at my best today.”

Vegas takes a long look at him. “Bad day?”

“Long day.” Porsche rubs at his own neck, sighs. “Just a lot going on at home, and the middle of the semester is always shit.”

Vegas opens his mouth, then shuts it, frowns. “Your little brother?” he says slowly.

“No, no,” Porsche says hastily. “He’s fine. He’s great, never gives me any trouble. Should probably be giving me more trouble, now that he’s a teenager.” He smiles. He can’t really help it, when he thinks about Chay. “He’s a good kid.”

“Your little brother sounds too good to be true,” Vegas says wryly. “Mine’s a racket.”

“You have a little brother?”

Vegas turns around fully, rests his elbows on the counter as he toys with the stem of his glass. “His name is Macau. Probably the same age as yours, actually.” He snorts. “Except I’m pretty sure mine is dealing weed to half his classmates.”

Porsche laughs. “No fucking way.”

“Haven’t caught him or anything,” Vegas says contemplatively. “Which is good, because it means he’s good at not getting caught.”

“The worst mine does is sing.” Porsche wrinkles his nose. “He’s a good singer, don’t get me wrong. But he’s sixteen. He’s composing the cheesiest love songs known to man, and I have to listen to him try to make ten different references to beautiful eyes in one song.”

Vegas chuckles. “If Macau started singing, it would be solely to drive me nuts.”

Porsche points at him. “You’re better off this way.” Then he sobers. “No, but I love him though. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Vegas looks up, gaze boring into his. “So is something else going on at home?”

Porsche grimaces. “Well-” and at that moment, a customer from the other end of the bar waves frantically to him, and he gives Vegas an apologetic glance before he heads over. And while he’s there, another customer flags him over, and then another, and then he’s listening to a very drunk girl talk about her terrible ex, and – anyways. It takes ages for him to get back.

He’s pleased to see that Vegas is still there. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I didn’t mind.” And he tilts his empty glass expectantly at Porsche. “Plus, I wanted another drink.”

So his shift carries on, and it feels like it’s dragging a lot less than it was before. He has to leave Vegas alone every once in a while, but they manage snatches of conversation in between.

“I took out an informal loan when I was younger,” he says to Vegas in a low voice, “and I’ve been trying to get them off my back ever since. I’m really close to paying it off though, but I’m also saving for Chay to go to college, and, well, I think they’ve figured out I’m holding back money from them, so they’ve just been around a lot more.” He scrubs at a glass ferociously. “I don’t like leaving Chay at home alone, but it doesn’t really work out with my shifts.”

“That sounds stressful, Porsche,” Vegas says. He’s leaning close so that he can listen, and Porsche absently watches his mouth as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Yeah. It is what it is.” Porsche shrugs. “Once I graduate and I can work full-time, it’ll be a lot easier.”

“That explains the physics tutoring.” Vegas looks off to the side for a long moment, seemingly lost in thought. When he turns back, his face is somber. “I was surprised when you approached me.”

“I was surprised that you were so normal about it,” Porsche says unthinkingly, and then he realizes what he’s said. “Wait, uh-”

Vegas smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “No, that’s fair.” He runs a finger along the rim of his class. “I wasn’t very good to you, back then. For what it’s worth,” his eyes flick up, “I’m sorry.”

Porsche stares at him. “It’s okay,” he says involuntarily, and then he follows it up with a “well, no, it wasn’t, but I’ve forgiven you for it.”

“Really?” An inscrutable expression passes over Vegas’s face.

“Yeah, man.” Porsche is a little bewildered. He thought Vegas would have figured that out. “You’re chill now.”

Vegas smiles again, and this one looks real. “Thanks, Porsche.”

Porsche doesn’t really know what to say, so he just grins back. It comes easy. Vegas looks much happier when he’s smiling.

Vegas stays throughout the rest of his shift, only moving to get out of the way when Porsche starts cleaning up. “You’ll be good getting home?” he asks.

“Yep,” Porsche says, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. “Got my bike.”

“Okay. Drive safe.” Vegas takes a couple steps backwards. “Text me when you get back?”

Porsche nods, and then Vegas smiles that smile again, lingers before turning around and walking away. Porsche spends a little too long watching him go, and Vegas is already well out the door when Porsche notices the exorbitant tip Vegas left under his glass.

Porsche swears under his breath.

Later, when he’s gotten home, he messages Vegas about it.

Porsche [02:41] : you didn’t have to tip me it was supposed to be a treat!Porsche [02:41] : you better not be trying to give me money after i told you all of that

Vegas [02:45] : just wanted to show you my appreciation

Vegas [02:45] : you’re a good bartender. you deserve it.

Vegas [02:46] : glad you got home safe. sleep well, Porsche.

And Porsche feels his stomach swoop – feels impossibly warm, sleepy-content, happy.

“You look terrible,” Tankhun says as he perches gracefully on a stone bench, sipping regally from his milk tea as if it were top-shelf wine.

Porsche thunks down next to him. “Gee, thanks, Khun.”

Tankhun pokes at the bags under Porsche’s eyes. “You need more sleep,” he says imperiously. “And then you need to graduate, and then we can party.”

“Working on it,” Porsche says wryly, leaning back on his hands.

Back when Porsche was dating Kinn, Tankhun pretty much immediately friend-kidnapped him, and they spent half of his first year sneaking into clubs, getting roaringly drunk together, and then flopping onto Tankhun’s luxurious couch to watch terrible dramas at 3am. Once he broke up with Kinn, he assumed he would lose the friendship too. Tankhun wouldn’t stop hounding him, though, and now they meet whenever Tankhun wants to eat somewhere, and Tankhun buys a ridiculous amount of food for them and asks ridiculous questions about his sex life and never, ever mentions Kinn.

Porsche really should be studying, but he misses Tankhun and wanted an excuse to slack off. Sue him.

“Or you need to get laid,” Tankhun says, and now Porsche is thinking about something else entirely.

See, Porsche understands himself pretty well. He can acknowledge that he’s starting to feel some type of way about Vegas.

He’s been getting distracted during their tutoring sessions, gaze lingering on the deftness of Vegas’s hands and the sharpness of his cheek and that way he tilts his mouth when he’s pleased. Porsche finds himself messaging Vegas constantly about nothing in particular, just tidbits about his day or stray thoughts floating through his mind. And Vegas always indulges him.

“Or… you’re in love!” Tankhun screeches, and Porsche shakes himself back to the present.

“What,” Porsche says dumbly.

A steely glint appears in Tankhun’s eyes. “Tell me everything right now. I need to live vicariously through you.”

“No, there’s really nothing-” Porsche tries.

“Liar.”

Porsche sighs. “Okay, okay.” He pokes his tongue out, tries to think about how much he can tell Taknhun without getting yelled at. “There’s this guy.”

Tankhun perches his chin on his hands, looks expectantly at Porsche. “Go on.”

Porsche waffles for a moment, scrunches up his face. “He’s… he used to hit on me, when I was a first year. And he was really aggressive about it.”

“Oh,” Tankhun says, and now he looks ready to shank someone.

“No, but, that’s the thing,” Porsche rushes to say, “it’s been years, and we’ve been, uh, around each other a lot, and he’s mellowed out now. He’s really – good.” He can feel his face breaking into a smile. “He takes care of me. I think I really like him now.”

Tankhun squeezes his own face. “Awww, Porsche. So cute.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Porsche says, pointing a threatening finger at him. “He’s, uh.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “He’s my TA.”

And that gets exactly the reaction Porsche was expecting. “Porsche!” Tankhun slaps at his arm repeatedly. “Are you entering a forbidden relationship? Are you going to break the rules?” He sighs dreamily. “I’ve seen this in so many dramas. I can’t believe it’s happening right in front of me.”

Porsche can’t help it. He laughs.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to seduce him away from his responsibilities?” Tankhun wiggles his eyebrows.

“God, Khun, no,” Porsche says, shrugging one shoulder. “I can’t really do anything about it. I need his help to pass this class. And I don’t even know whether he feels the same.”

He tells Khun about all the things Vegas used to do, three years ago. Invite him for rides out on his motorcycle, press his hands along Porsche’s stomach when sitting behind him on the bike, lean in close to him and smirk as he would remove Porsche’s helmet, as if he knew exactly how much he was affecting Porsche. Porsche would feel Vegas’s eyes boring into him from the back row of classrooms, would get cornered by Vegas in alleyways, feel the chain fence press into his back as Vegas would stalk closer and closer, never touching him but making Porsche flush despite himself.

Vegas would pass him in hallways, whisper filth into his ear, all “your ass looks so good in those pants, Porsche,” and “I could treat you right, if you wanted,” as he would ghost a hand down Porsche’s lower back, and “I can tell you want to be good in bed, yeah? Do you want to be good for me?”

Porsche knows it was probably an act. And even though he’s much closer with Vegas now, Vegas hasn’t done anything like that recently. And it frustrates Porsche so bad, because he used to flee when Vegas would do that, and now he wants it back.

“Okay.” Tankhun folds his hands on his laps, straightens up. “Tankhun is here to give you advice. I’ve seen this many times before.”

“In dramas,” Porsche says.

“Details.” Tankhun tilts his chin up dramatically. “You two are bound by duty to stay apart. But you’re going to graduate soon. You will simply have to hold back your lust until then.”

Porsche snorts.

“And in the meantime, you need to figure out if he’s interested. So you need to dial up the sexual tension,” Tankhun starts counting off on his fingers, “Sit close to him during tutoring, call him late at night for help, drop your pen and bend over in front of him to pick it up-”

Porsche shakes his head, grinning. “Khun. Did you forget that I have to pass, too? I can’t just flirt?”

“Porsche. You have to multitask.” Tankhun’s expression goes serious as he places a hand on Porsche’s shoulder. “And if he’s spending so much time with you, I think you’ll have a good shot. You just have to make it another month, and believe. You can do it.” He gives Porsche a thumbs-up.

Porsche has already been getting more and more reckless around Vegas. He asks leading questions, says things he shouldn’t. But Tankhun is right. Porsche doesn’t have to hold out forever. He just has to last for a few more weeks. He nods resolutely.

“Good,” Tankhun says, looking utterly pleased. “My baby, all grown up and seducing men left and right.”

His physics final is in two days, and he’s going to fucking fail.

He’s so sleep-deprived, and he swears he had a handle on all of the material, and then he took one look at the practice exams and he didn’t understand a single word. He’s worked so hard and it’s not going to matter for shit when their professor decides to drop the most sadistic exam questions possible.

He stands up abruptly, grabs all of his stuff, books it out of the library to flop down on the entryway steps. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it, takes a deep inhale and lets it out. He feels his panic dull. He lets the cool night wash over his face.

Then he calls Vegas.

“Porsche,” Vegas says, voice tinny over the phone, “you’re going to be fine. You’ve been staring at the material all week. Give yourself a break.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Porsche says. “You’re right.” He stares at the embers of his cigarette. “I want to see you,” he adds, out of the blue.

Vegas doesn’t say anything for a long, long moment. “Okay, Porsche.”

So Porsche sits there, burns his cigarette down far enough that he contemplates starting another one, but then he hears the roar of a motorcycle from around the corner and Vegas pulls up in front of him and the relief Porsche feels is palpable.

Vegas sits down next to him, and just looks at him, and Porsche is about to be so impulsive.

“Do you remember,” he starts, “that you offered to give me a ride on your motorcycle? Way back when?”

Vegas raises his eyebrows in surprise. “I guess I did.”

Porsche nods at the Ducati, which still looks just as good as it did all those years ago. “I’m cashing it in now.”

Vegas straps his helmet onto Porsche’s head, lets Porsche watch as he climbs onto the bike, strong thighs straddling the seat. Porsche clambers on behind him, shamelessly presses himself all along Vegas’s back, and closes his eyes.

Vegas handles the bike deftly. He weaves in and out of traffic seamlessly until they’ve made it to open land, blazing down a long winding road with only street lights and trees on either side. He pushes, goes faster and faster, and Porsche grips on tightly as the adrenaline rushes through his veins.

Suddenly, Vegas tenses up, and Porsche jerks in response as Vegas screeches to a stop, pulls over and whips his head around to look at Porsche, dislodging Porsche’s arms from around his waist. And as Porsche comes to himself, he realizes that he’s hard.

“Porsche,” Vegas says.

Porsche tears the helmet off. He lets it hang from one hand as he grabs the back of Vegas’s head with the other, yanks Vegas’s face much closer to his own. He breathes in and then out, watches as Vegas’s eyes darken.

“You used to be so different,” Porsche murmurs.

Vegas’s brows furrow.

“You used to be so intimidating,” Porsche continues. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. The words are just falling out of his mouth. “You used to give me that look, like you were going to – eat me. You wanted me, and you were mean about it.” He licks absently at the corner of his own mouth. “Here I am, now, though, and you haven’t done shit.”

Vegas just stares at him.

“You’re so nice.” Porsche tilts his head, pulls Vegas even closer. “Is that really what you want to be?”

He watches as Vegas swallows. “Is that what you want me to be,” he asks quietly.

“I want you to do whatever you want,” Porsche says, eyes flickering down to Vegas’s mouth.

And finally, finally, Vegas reaches back, grabs the scruff of his neck tight enough that Porsche hisses in pain – he’s going to feel that tomorrow. He feels it now, too.

Face half-lit by the nearest street lamp, Vegas’s expression transforms into something dangerous. “You’ve wanted me this whole time,” he says softly. “Look at you, mouth hanging open like a good boy.” He leans infinitesimally closer, breathes out slowly into Porsche’s mouth, and it’s fucking hot. “It’s almost like you want me to put something in it.”

“Asshole,” Porsche says, and then he grins wildly, and he sticks out his tongue and runs it along the seam of Vegas’s mouth, and that’s all it takes for Vegas to crash into him.

Vegas’s hands grip cruelly at Porsche’s hair as his lips move against Porsche’s, hot and slick and wet as Porsche opens his mouth further for him to lick into, the sound obscene in the stillness of the night around them. Porsche shoves his hands into the waistband of Vegas’s pants, pulls out and racks up Vegas’s shirt so that he can finally graze his fingers along those abs he knew Vegas was hiding. He shudders at the feel of it all, at the heat of Vegas’s body along him, as he pants heavily into Vegas’s mouth.

Vegas lets out a huff of laughter. “So needy,” he breathes, hands scratching at Porsche’s scalp, before harshly tilting Porsche’s head back to bare his throat.

Porsche lets out a high-pitched whine.

Vegas presses a kiss right under his jaw, gnaws at the spot before taking a deep inhale and stilling. “Okay,” he says, pulling away, “we have to stop.”

And now Porsche whines for a completely different reason, tries to pull Vegas close again, but Vegas covers Porsche’s mouth with his free hand and shushes him.

“You’re going to have to wait a little longer,” he says, mouth tilting up at the corners. He leans towards Porsche’s ear. “You’re going to need to graduate first.”

Porsche groans. “Vegas,” he says petulantly.

“Haven’t I trained you well?” he says, voice low. “You just need to pass for me, and then-” he turns his head so his eyes can bore into Porsche’s, “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Porsche stares right back. “I’m gonna do it.”

And Vegas’s expression softens all of a sudden. “I know you will,” he says, hand carding gently through Porsche’s hair, and Porsche shivers, and smiles, and smiles.

Porsche passes his final. Of course he does.

In retrospect, he feels a little stupid about getting all panicked and then getting all horny, but he can’t really bring himself to regret it as he luxuriously stretches in Vegas’s bed. He idly rubs at his chest, fingers the line of bites that Vegas left all the way down, hisses at the sting.

From beside him, Vegas reaches for his jaw, turns his head to the side. “Happy?” he asks.

Porsche hums. “Happy,” he says.

“Good.” Vegas flicks the underside of his chin. “Brat.”

“You like it,” Porsche says, all confidence, before he sobers. “Hey.”

Vegas raises an eyebrow in question.

“Were you – you know. Into me? Back then?” Porsche turns towards him properly. “The whole time?”

Vegas looks at him for a long moment, then says slowly, “I don’t know.”

“Why did you do all of that, then,” Porsche says.

Vegas shrugs. “I felt that I had to,” he says, and then he sighs, moves to trace Porsche’s cheek. “And then I realized you were getting caught up in the stupid fight between me and my cousin, and you didn’t deserve it. So I stopped.”

“Huh.” Porsche thinks that over. “It was all a lie, then?”

“If it was,” Vegas says wryly, “I don’t think I would have cared to stop.”

Porsche snickers. “So what I’m hearing is, you wanted me super bad.”

“At least I kept it subtle,” Vegas says. “You wouldn’t know subtle if it punched you in the face.”

Porsche throws an arm over Vegas, pulls him closer as he closes his eyes in contentment. “And you’re grateful for it.”

“I’m mostly glad you were terrible at physics.”

“I’m about to forget everything,” Porsche says sleepily. “Got everything I needed out of it already.”

As he begins to drift off, he hears Vegas chuckle. “I’ll allow it, just this once.”

#apainting-ghost #kptssanta22 #*fic22 #*gifts22

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