#half-god brie against the world

[lucksea]

redraw of something i drew 2 years ago because it happened again

#cult of the lamb #null havoc damage #half-god brie against the world

[talonandelilah]

2

Things got off to a bit of an awkward start...but will they get better?

Del had just reached out to grab Talon’s arm and apologize for making him feel bad and uncomfortable when they were suddenly standing in a darkened room that was lit by dim recessed lighting in the ceiling in a deep teal.  Toto they were not in her rooms anymore and what they were in looked like a gamer geek heaven.  This must be Talon’s room and she had to agree that it was droolworthy, much like the man it belonged to.

The look on his face when he turned around was a little shock and a little amusement.  She was sure both were at her being there and at the look on her face.  “Uh, hi!” She gave a little wave and a sheepish smile.  “I was going to apologize for being a dork and say that you didn’t need to leave, but…uh…here we are!” Her brows rose and she gave a short laugh looking around.  “Okay, the digs are decent.  You weren’t lying.”  Her throat cleared as a slow smirked formed on her lips. She was checking out his systems and the layout of the room they were in and trying very hard not to look at him, because she knew he was full on smirking at her, and the heat was growing on her cheeks, which were no doubt the color of ripe tomatoes.

Finally she looked up at him and busted out laughing at the pleased and smug look on his face, the lights of his room dancing in her eyes as she did.  “How about we try this again?  I suck at people.  I do my best work behind a keyboard, a drafting board, a game controller or a sniper rifle.  I’m not used to…” Del gestured around his room with a bit of a cringey smile and shrugged, words just not coming and feeling like the biggest idiot on the face of the planet again; but there was a look of understanding in those gorgeous blue eyes of his that were narrowing just slightly in a crinkle as he genuinely smiled and fought to contain his own laugh that she could see bubbling just under the surface. 

By all of the gods, she was perfect.  Absolutely, positively, the most perfect female he’d met in his eons of life.  Brie had said they’d be “two D&D dice shaped peas in a gamer chair pod” and she was right.  Delilah was his perfect pearl of a pea to be his second half of a pair.  His finger rose to press softly against her lips to stop her from floundering more.  This he could handle, and his head nodded softly at that thought.  “I got this Red Hot, no need to explain.”  Where had that nic-name come from?  No clue, but he liked it for her and the slight widening of her eyes said she kinda did too.  Cool. He was gonna keep the chick, the boys were gonna love her too.  Wait till the next gaming night… “Other than those you met this morning, and you’ll get to know in the next week or so, I don’t hang out with anyone else.  My dad and Deak are the two main ones I do.  The guys and Brie are my friends and family.  I don’t do crowds and I’m not the greatest with new people either.  I gotcha, girl.” He winked, she blushed, and by the gods he thought he might be falling for her.  Her skin was like the fairest alabaster and when it pinkened, it was like the green of her eyes intensified somehow.  Most likely it was some illusion, but he didn’t care, it was captivating.  Who was the last woman he’d had any kind of feelings for or even attraction to?  It had been a century or two, and he was having trouble remembering.  Talon was pretty sure she wasn’t this stunning though, or interesting.

To see how Delilah was feeling, he took a step closer to her, even though there wasn’t that much room separating them to begin with.  It was her grabbing his arm that had gotten her here, after all. “So, Red Hot, what’s your game?  Hmm? Since we have no ball to prepare for, we have all the time in the world.  What you want to try and kick my ass at?  And while you do, think where you want to set your comp up at.  We can do it in your room, or we can have Brie add a completely new room and put both ours in the same place.”  He grinned.  God he’d love to do WOW or something else running missions and such with her.  Fuck, it made him hard just thinking about having someone that shared his interests in all things and didn’t bitch at him for wanting to game.  One reason he’d avoided chicks was that every one that anyone tried to set him up with always bristled when he brought up gaming or weapons.  

Red Hot?  At first she wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or if it was something else, surely he wasn’t flirting.  Her thought earlier about him HAVING to have a female in his life was still there.  Except she didn’t see one thing in the room around them that looked remotely like a female had ever been there, let alone spent any time there.  It was possible, she guessed, that his girlfriend didn’t come over and she went there, but that would make no sense. Then there was him talking about setting up their gaming systems in the same room?  Her brain was rolling everything around and analyzing it as she stood there.  His closeness, the smell of his cologne, and that damned grin of his were making it hard to think though.  She was so out of her element, and he seemed to be right in his.  Of course, when you were as gorgeous as Talon, it probably wasn’t hard to muddle the mind of whatever female was your current target.  Immediately she mentally kicked herself for thinking that he would do something like that, she had to trust that Brie wouldn’t set her up with a complete creep as a guide in this new place she was going to be calling home.

Deciding to say *fuck it* and at least take a chance that he was flirting in some form or fashion, she could at least try to tease and flirt back.  Not that she was quite sure how to do that. “I’m going to assume you know how to use a trash can and don’t leave crumbs all over the desk?  I don’t want to share a game dungeon with a slob.”  They were almost eye to eye. Del was tall for a woman, and her head tilted as she cocked one hip and crossed her arms looking up at him.  She could swear there was a literal spark in those blues of his, and it made her smirk become more of a smile..

Fuck, he was in trouble.  The name he’d chosen for her was right.  She was going to burn him every chance she got.  “For you, I think I can control my bachelor slob ways.”  He moved a bit closer, holding up his hands, and giving her a sarcastic smirk and wink.  “You’re not gonna bring in those damn wax melt things and make it smell like pumpkin spice and mint chocolate are you?  Decorate it with kawaii stuffed animals?” One of his hands landed on her hip and he waited for her to react, but all he got was a narrow eyed smirk.  What was he doing?  He wasn’t quite sure but she didn’t seem to be minding, and the close he got, the closer he wanted to be.

“I’m kind of possessive of my keyboard and mouse though, Red.  Gonna have to insist on total and complete hands off.  You’re free to play with controllers to my systems, but not in my chair or at my controls back there.”  He raised his chin towards where his PC gaming setup was, his eyes never leaving hers.  When he talked to Deak later, he was gonna have to ask what a good thank you gift for Brie was for this little set up.  “Back there I’m the king.  I got room for a queen at my side though if ya wanna.”  One shoulder rose, as did one corner of his mouth as he leaned his head closer to her.  Tease and sarcasm rife in his voice and expression.

“And what exactly are you going to do if I try to take it over? Hmmm…?”  Del tipped her head to the side, raising her eyebrows, and narrowing her eyes up at him.  She was acutely aware of how close they were and his hand on her hip.  The thin fabric of her shirt was doing little to buffer the heat of him from branding her skin in the most delicious way.  “Or what if I just sit on you and take over?  Maybe I don’t need my own system, I’ll just take yours.” Her chin lifted and a smugness overtook her expression. It was a bluff, but one that she had done before, although the situation had been completely different.  She was still trying to come up with a good name for him.  It bugged her that he had come up with a good one for her right away and she was struggling, but she would.  

How had they gone from the awkward exchange after they’d left the dining room to this teasing flirtatious banter?  Talon wasn’t sure, but he was definitely not complaining.  When Brie had told him about Delilah, he’d been fucking stoked.  At the time, it hadn’t crossed his mind she’d be a drop dead knockout with the longest, sexiest legs he’d ever seen and red hair that made him want to run his fingers through it.  No, it had been the fact that she loved weapons; not just loved, she designed the damn things. According to Brie and Cruz, she had even made some for the Nephilim that helped them in taking out different preternatural beings.  If that wasn’t fucking cool as hell, what was?  Add onto that her love of gaming, and she sounded like the second coolest chick he could know.  

There was something familiar about their rapport, something easy and comfortable.  It wasn’t like the awkwardness earlier had even been there.  Even with the other females in Imperium, Talon didn’t have the rapport that he did with Delilah and it fucking turned him on.  It excited him sexually and cerebrally.  Could he get her to move into his room and never leave?  Was she single or was there a Mr. Delilah somewhere that Brie hadn’t told him about?  He figured it was a little early for considering that, maybe.  Only one way to find out…

“Try me and find out, Red.  You might like the result, ya might not.  And ya never know, I might like ya sitting on my lap.”  He waggled his eyebrows at her and used the hand on her hip to bring her closer in to him.  “Ya never know what might pop up though, ya ready for that, girl?  Or ya gonna chicken out again?”  He grinned at her, then he winked.  This was too fucking fun.  His fingertips were running over his palm as he tried to keep from rushing things too fast.  He’d made her nervous once and he was enjoying this far too much to spook her now.  

And damn, she wasn’t that much shorter than him, and he liked it.  Talon was almost as tall as Cruz, at just under seven feet, but she had to be at least six feet if not a slight bit taller.  Even other demonesses and goddesses were slightly shorter, most preferring to appear “delicate”, but there was something about her height he liked even more.  Put her in some heels and that would make her only maybe six inches shorter than him.  Fuck yeah!  

“Or are you gonna call your boyfriend to come save you?  How confident are ya there, Red Hot?” Now he’d know exactly the lay of the land, and possibly how interested the flame haired beauty before him was.

#the imperium chronicles #writeblr #my writing #my ocs #original work #original writing #original story #original fiction #fiction #fantasy #original fantasy #dark fantasy #chapter 2 #new chapter #new writing #talon #delilah #writing #original world #palace #imperium #demigod #nerd #writblr #female writers #women writers #writerblr #writers and poets

[superhero--imagines]

Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here! / Part 7 Here! / Part 8 Here! / Part 9 Here! / Part 10 Here!

A/N: I apologize for all the profanity in this part ahead of time. I think I’m going to do M/W/Sat updates, as long as my writing permits, and then maybe Wed/Sat updates. I got the day off because it snowed so I thought I would post this since it’s ready haha

* Well you’re royally f*cked

* There’s a big stupid smile curled on your face, and every time you try to hide it, it just comes back wider

* You really shouldn’t be happy right now

* “What has you in such a good mood?” Edward’s got a matching smile of his own.

* Oh shit. It’s fine, you’ll just play dumb.

* “How do you know I’m happy?” How about the dumb grin you’ve got on your face you stupid b*tch.

* You would have smacked your own forehead if you weren’t aware Edward was watching your every move

* You’re lucky Edward’s nice and he doesn’t call you out on it

* “Whenever you’re happy it kind of radiates off of you,” his voice lowers “you know because of your powers”

* Ah, you didn’t know you did that

* “So what do you think about the new girl?” You blurt it out like it’s an intrusive thought

* F*ck. Just-okay just play it cool. Play it cool.

* F********ckkkkk what’s wrong with you.

* Is being happy making you act like a moron?

* He shrugs

* “Just another human, I kind of wish everyone would shut up about it though. Having to hear people talk about her and think about her is getting annoying. It’s like being in a tunnel with one too many echoes.”

* Ah, so he hasn’t noticed yet.

* “I wonder what she’s thinking about.”

* Edward just shrugs again.

* What the f*ck Edward take a hint!

* “Edward?”

* “Yes dear?” He has the nerve to grin after using that pet name. The criminal is teasing you. Some best friend.

* And still it makes you outrageously happy

* You have to force your smile into a straight line

* “What’s the new girl thinking?”

* He looks over to her, Tyler and Mike are fighting for her attention, both of them a moment away from tugging on each arm and shouting “mine!”

* You see him search, you’ve heard enough about his powers to know right now it’s like mall food court level of chatter for him, but in a few seconds he’ll focus on her and realize he can’t hear her thoughts.

* Knowing how prideful he is though, he’ll probably deny it.

* “I don’t know I can’t read her mind” he says bluntly. “Do you think the school music teacher would teach me how to play violin if I asked?”

* “What?!?”

* “I know it’s kind of inconsiderate to ask but-“ you click your tongue

* “No not that!” You gesture towards Bella “you can’t read her mind?!? Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”

* His eyebrows thread together

* “I can’t read your mind either”

* Yes but you’re from a completely different world, in a body that radiates despair (and apparently joy now). You’re basically like some type of eldritch being from another dimension. 

* Edward doesn’t see it that though

* “Honestly it’s a relief, one less mind I have to tune out.” He walks ahead of you as you stay motionless in the middle of the hallway

* What the f*ck is happening?

* “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Biology if you keep lagging behind like that.”

* How could you forget? The whole story starts because Edward is super into Bella’s blood! He fantasizes killing her for like- the entire class period.

* You were worried for nothing, just because they didn’t have the cafeteria moment isn’t that big of a deal

* The thought makes you both relieved and a little sad

* Still it’s for the best, this is the way things are supposed to be

* And who knows, if you have to leave maybe you can poach Rosalie and Emmett to leave with you

* And maybe Jasper, he won’t like having a human around the house all the time

* “Mr. Cullen, Ms. Eleazar” Mr. Banner hands you each a worksheet.

* Oh right the onion cell worksheet. Ah right the mitosis crap. Well hopefully Mike remembers enough that you both can hobble through

* “New year means new seating arrangement!” He tells you both excitedly. The seating arrangements on the projector.

* “Why am I next to Edward isn’t the seating arrangement supposed to be alphabetical?”

* “I decided to go by grade this time, you should be happy! Aren’t you two...friends?” You can tell your teacher is confused by the nature of your relationship, almost as much as you are. 

* “Super happy Teach.” You mumble taking your seat next to Edward who’s grinning like an idiot

* “You can’t say he’s picking favorites when it’s merit based.” He grins and you roll your eyes

* Angela’s sitting next to Ben Cheney, they seem to be discussing the trigonometry homework, and how it’s basically impossible

* Oh right, he’s supposed to be her boyfriend this year. 

* Personally you think Angela could do way better. But love is blind, you’ll ship it if you have to. 

* And right on cue Mike walks in, Bella following close behind. He takes his seat on the table behind you while Bella talks to Mr. Barnes

* “Why didn’t you guys sit with us at lunch today?” Mike is practically leaned over the entire width of the table.

* Before you can say anything Edward snorts

* “Because (Y/N) was getting lectured for staying out all night again”

* Mike looks like his eyes might pop out of his head

* “W-what? Out all night?! Without inviting me!” You roll your eyes.

* “He’s making it more dramatic, I went out for a run early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and everyone was freaking out because they thought I got kidnapped.”

* Like any vampire or human stood a chance against you and your violent mood swings

* Mike’s so caught up in lecturing you about how you need to be more careful

* “There’s a lot of weirdos out there!” Yeah you live with them

* That he doesn’t even notice Bella’s taken a seat next to him

* Now that you get a better look at her, she is kinda pretty. She’s the kind of person who probably always looks good in photographs, no matter what the angle. Nice cheekbones and big brown eyes. Modest on boobs and butt, but she’s skinny so it works for her.

* “Hey, you’re Bella right?” You give her your friendliest smile, and you don’t miss the light blush that blooms on her face.

* You’re not sure whether it’s from your beauty or because she’s just not used to so much attention. She just nods.

* “Have you already seen the three whole things there are to do in Town on a Friday night?”

* Bella actually laughs at that. She’s got dimples, and little wrinkles that show up at the corner of her eyes. It’s cute.

* “One of those things is going to the library, so really it’s only two things.”

* She giggles again.

* “Is the other one going over to your house to play monopoly?” Mike asks, a grin arching onto his face

* “No my house is out of town, the other thing is to go to the school football game”

* “I’m not really a big fan of football” Bella hesitantly says, and Mike and Edward laugh

* “Yeah no one here does, everyone goes for the half time show, or just to hang out.” 

* You’re pretty sure your entire friend group only goes to the games to see your cheer routine, especially this year since you’re captain now. The first junior captain in a long time apparently. The news actually made the local newspaper.

* Everything is going good, and you’re starting to think maybe you and Bella might be friends.

* “Why don’t we have a board game night at our house again? Last time was-“

* You stop sentence, you were having so much fun you almost forgot why Edward was so obsessed with Bella.

* The slight breeze from the air conditioning brings her scent to you.

* You cover your mouth and nose with your hand

* Her scent is REVOLTING

* “(Y/N), are you okay?” Mike asks

* You vaguely feel Edward’s hand on your shoulder, has he not caught her scent yet?

* It’s pretty hard to miss

* Like gym socks, with a overly sweet base, it’s like-

* Your head snaps up, and your hand clamps over your mouth and nose even harder, but not because the scent is revolting

* She smells like cheese, perfectly aged Gorgonzola cheese, or maybe Brie?

* You smell the sweeter undercurrent stronger now, it’s like warm juicy peaches

* Roasted peach salad tossed with Gorgonzola and olive oil

* How many times have you dreamed about eating that while basking in the warm sunlight

* “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten those leftovers at lunch,” Edward says, but you know it’s performative, thank god he’s still got some sense after smelling her.

* “Mr.Banner, I think (Y/N) ate something bad, is it alright if I help them to the nurses office?”

* “Yes and hurry!” He’s practically shooing you out as Edward pulls you by the arm

* Nooooo, you wanna smell her moreeee

* You have the sense to not wine and keep your mouth covered.

* Edward doesn’t take you to the nurse, you both don’t stop walking until you’re at the parking lot

* “What the hell was that?” He asks, it’s the first time he’s seemed even remotely angry with you

* He seems more confused then angry though, you’re so shocked you actually sit down on the curb.

* And after a moment of hesitance Edward sits beside you, placing his hand over your own

* “She smells good Edward, like really good.”

* Edward laughs

* “Yeah I gathered that” he shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be a picky eater”

* “I aaaaamm” you moan, your head is cradled in your left hand. “She’s like one in a million”

* “You’re one in a million” you lift your head to see Edward looking at you with that stupid sh*t eating grin.

* “Really Edward my life is falling apart because I want to eat someone, and you think the appropriate response is to flirt?”

* To be fair, he’s always flirting, it’s basically apart of his personality at this point

* “You’re being melodramatic.” He chuckles and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Worst case scenario you kill her, Carlisle doles out his funeral punishment-don’t ask, and then we have to start over as freshman again somewhere else.”

* You groan, you finally worked your way up to a junior, you were just starting to get used to this crappy town, you don’t wanna start all over again in a new one

* “What’s the best case scenario?”

* Edward thinks hard for a minute.

* “Best case scenario...the music teacher agrees to teach me how to play the violin and I impress you with my magnificent playing.” You smack him on the arm.

* “Not the best case scenario for you!” You know he’s doing it on purpose. He just wants to make you laugh

* It works, you do laugh. How much more absurd could this situation get?

* “Everything’s going to be fine, if Jasper can handle having to smell 300 students he thinks smell good, you can handle 1.” 

* He’s got a point

* “Wait-didn’t she smell good to you?” Wasn’t that like, the whole d*mn point?

* His eyebrows thread together and he shrugs

* “Um, she smelled alright, no better or worse than the others. I’m not sure what you smelled-“

* What you smelled? The rich but refreshing flavor profile is sublime

* The f*cking heathen doesn’t even know what he’s missing

* “But to me she smelled like peaches”

* Well he kinda knows what he’s missing

* “She’s definitely anemic though, there’s a sever lack of iron in her scent” ah that must be that cheesy smell you’re getting

* Well ain’t this ironic. The girl who’s going to steal your best friend is only getting noticed because of you.

* “I don’t know, personally I prefer Henrietta the 3rds blood, but that’s just me” he’s lying, your blood is good and all, but it’s definitely still not on par with a humans blood

* He’s just trying to make you feel better.

* He rubs your shoulder, before patting it and moving to stand up.

* “Now come on, we have to make you eat some human food so you can throw up in front of the nurse and she lets us leave school early”

* You roll your eyes, anything to leave school early huh?

* “Yeah all right, lead the way Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding”

* “Why do you always say that? I don’t brood that much anymore!”

* “You know how some people have resting b*tch face? You have resting brood face.”

* “Says the person who literally radiates despair” you shove him as you both walk towards the vending machine

* You take a deep breath as you watch Edward fumble with the vending machine

* The dork literally sticks a credit card up to the glass and demands the machine give him chips. 

* (Y/N/N) why isn’t this working? Am I supposed to insert my card through this slot?” 

* You laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s not doing this on purpose.

* “You’re supposed to use cash Edward.”

* You watch as he fumbles with his wallet muttering:

* “Do you think it’ll take a twenty dollar bill?”

* You watch in amusement as Edward tries - and fails- to use a twenty dollar bill, and then proceed to use obscure profanities to curse “this vile wretch of human technological advancement” 

* You feel a sigh of relief escape you.

* Yeah, everything is going to be fine. 

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[jungshookz]

Winemaker!Hobi!!!! y/n is wine tasting with her friend (idk why people go wine tasting but I'm sure it's for parties or something) and she forgets you aren't actually supposed to SwaLLow the wine and gets a little tipsy and she embarrasses herself, and her friend, but Hobi is like uwu she cute

➺ pairing; jung hoseok x reader

➺ genre; sommelier!hoseok, mostly comedy because y/n’s kind of a dummy 

➺ wordcount: 3.6k

➺ what to expect; “the choice to spit or swallow is entirely up to you.”

➺ note; after one million years i have returned with a hobi drabble!! i thought this request was sO good and also everyone look how handsome sommelier!hoseok is :’)) i hate wine but i would chug ten bottles just to sit around and listen to him explain to me how white wines go with creamy foods and red wines go with spicy foods :’)) okay happy reading clink clink!! (gif source unknown but i found it off here!!)

                                        ༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

sometimes the fact that you’re friends with kim taehyung genuinely confuses you

not just because you’re complete opposites in terms of literally everything but also because-

well… that’s pretty much it.

the two of you are like... a peanut butter and pickle sandwich!

when you first look at it you might think that combination is a little funky anD could possibly lead to destroying a toilet BUT when you actually give it a try you realise it’s actually pretty great!

…you get the point

so when taehyung told you that he wanted to spend his birthday at a wine tasting event, you really weren’t that surprised because of couRse he wants to spend his birthday drinking wine and socialising with other wine snobs instead of doing something actually fun like… literally anything else in the entire world

you’ve always prided yourself on being a good friend so if wine tasting was what taehyung wanted, then wine tasting was what he’d get!

but, uh

to be perfectly honest

you’re not really a wine person

you’re more of a margarita person

you just don’t see the appeal of drinking fermented grapes!!!!

why drink bitter grape juice when you can drink sugary lime goodness??

why drink something that’s been ageing in a barrel for like fifteen years when you can drink something that nevER ages due to the insane amount of additives in the premix formulas??

“wowiE, check out that spread!” you look over at the round table in the centre of the room as you and tae trickle in with the rest of the participants of the event “is that fondue?? holy shit.”

“hopefully you don’t burn the roof of your mouth again.” taehyung snorts before the smile falters on his face, “…maybe you should stay away from the fondue altogether.”

the two of you take your seats (there are fancy name cards for everyone!!) and you smooth your skirt out before smiling politely at a couple of the other people at the table

so far, the rest of the people here are… to put it as nicely as possible… more mature than you thought they’d be

but then again this is a wine-tasting seminar so it would be a huge surprise to see other twenty-something year olds hanging out here

you feel out of place but taehyung is just soaking it all up

he’s happily chatting away with the older gentleman seated next to him

sometimes you tell taehyung that you feel like he’s a fifty-five year old man trapped in the body of a twenty-four year old

and he never fights back because he knows it’s true

you let out a breath as you take a look around the room

god

you’re going to be stuck here for a good two hours drinking wine

maybe you can sneak away to the hotel bar or something

taehyung probably wouldn’t notice, right?

but would that make you a bad friend?? abandoning him here when you said this was a thing you were going to do with him??

“you know, i see myself as a wine enthusiast. the more i drink, the more enthusiastic i become!” taehyung laughs heartily and the other couples join him

christ almighty  

you’re tempted to ask him which wine-mom facebook page it was that he stole that joke from

“does anyone have the time? i think it might be wine o’ clock soon…”

you let out a quiet groan as you feel your soul literally float out of your body

okay well

that’s your cue

you are ouTTa here

just as you’re about to get up off your chair, you hear the door slam shut and-

“good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! welcome to today’s wine-tasting event. my name is hoseok, and i’m going to be your host…”

you shift in your seat as you follow the host with your eyes

you feel your heart skip a beat when he spins around to face the table

oh

he’s handsome  

like vERY handsome

perfectly tousled dark brown hair

bright twinkly eyes

his nose is literally perfect!!! perfectly slanted and perfectly pointed!!!

and his smile!!!!! it’s shaped like a heart!!!!! how precious!!!!

the thin gold chain hanging around his neck winks at you under the lights and you swallow thickly

it seems as though you’ve found a reason to stay at this event

as hoseok begins to explain how the structure of the event is going to pan out, you find yourself paying extra attention to the way his lips curve around certain words

“as you’ve probably already noticed, there’s an abundance of different dishes in front of you that’ll go great with some of the wine you’ll be tasting today… over here, a roasted fruit and cheese platter… a smoky three cheese fondue with some freshly baked french baguette slices on the side… popcorn with sesame glazed pistachios…” he slowly makes his way around the table as he introduces each of the dishes and you feel your heart drumming away as he gets closer and closer to you, “dark chocolate sea salt cashews… baked brie with figs and walnuts…”  

and you think it might be a nervous habit or something but whenever he pauses his tongue pokes out quickly to lick over his bottom lip

whatever it is it’s cuTE

as he passes you and tae you catch a whiff of his cologne and for some reason you instinctively cross your legs

and when hoseok looks directly at you your thighs automatically squeeze together and-

oh god

okAY you need to relax

why don’t you just stare at the fondue or something??

ya

you’ll do that

you immediately look down at the three cheese fondue and you begin counting how many chunks of baguettes there are on the plate sitting next to it to keep you distracted

it’s a shame you’re staring down this fondue instead of paying attention to hoseok because you don’t notice the way his eyes scan over you before he’s quickly looking over at someone else

“i believe it’s essential to expectorate when you’re tasting a wide variety of wines, but i’m well aware that some people might not be comfortable with spitting into cups and pouring that into a dump bucket, so-“ you look back up at hoseok after you finish counting the baguette chunks (you counted twenty six but some are hidden under others) “the choice to spit or swallow is entirely up to you.”

you immediately choke (on nothing??? apparently??? goD you’re lame) and reach over to grab your glass of water to keep yourself from bursting into giggles

tae gives you a couple pats on the back before rolling his eyes playfully

you find toilet humour pretty funny so he’s not surprised that you chokEd over the spitting or swallowing thing

the corner of hoseok’s mouth twitches in a smirk when he hears you whisper: “in my humble opinion, spitters are quitters-“ to your friend before you’re pressing your lips together and holding back a grin

he looks at your name tag quickly

y/n y/l/n

how cute

“so you’re going to want to hold the glass up and examine the wine against the light,” hoseok explains, “what you’re looking for are colour and clarity.”

you let out a little sigh as you prop your cheek up on your fist while the other hand holds up your glass on wine

you look down at the information sheet on the table

it’s basically just a list of the wines that you’re trying today and you’re still on number one

it’s been like fifteen minutes!!!  

there are seven wines you have to go through!!!

this hoseok guy is hot but gee whiZ he really takes his time with things

you could probably explain the wine better and faster than him!!

the colour of the wine is red!

…and you don’t know what clarity means so you’re just going to say that the clarity of the wine is also red!

“now stick your nose into the glass and give that a good whiff. what do you smell?” hoseok pauses as he looks around the table

“i’m getting notes of… i’m thinking strawberry…?”

“yes, so am i!”

“is it strawberry or cherry? i feel like it’s easy to mix those two up.”

“there’s something nutty… i’m picking up something nutty but i’m not quite sure…”

“it smells like wine to me.” you blurt out and tae elbows you when you get a couple irritated glances from your fellow wine buddies

what???

were you wronG??

you lean over to get closer to tae, “when are we drinking??” you whisper as hoseok continues to babble on about the different notes that you should be picking up on

“hush.” tae scowls before nudging you back

goD

this is torture!!!

“go ahead and give that a taste.”

aH

there we go

you tilt your head back as you down the wine in one go

down the ol’ hatchet!

also

another reason as to why you’d be a much better sommelier than hoseok: his serving sizes are tiny!!!! how are you supposed to properly taste and appreciate the wine when he gave each of you like a tiny baby shot of it??

“now, this wine pairs particularly well with the dark chocolate sea salt cashews, so feel free to try that combination.”

you perk up at the mention of eating

noW we’re talking

>:)

so

since the two of you are here for him, taehyung didn’t think that he’d have to worry too much about you

because today is his day! he should be able to enjoy his fancy wine tasting event! he wants to chat about how the creamy brie cheese compliments this rich white wine! he wants to learn about how different types of glasses can change the way you taste a certain type of wine!!

but NO

he doesn’t check up on you for good half an hour and thIS is what he gets

you’re wasted

zooted!!!

completely gone!!!!

you’re slumping back against your chair with a dopey little smile on your face while trying to balance a little chunk of camembert cheese on the tip of your pointer finger

“y/n, you weren’t- you weren’t supposed to drink all of the wine, you blockhead-“ taehyung whispers as he plucks the cheese off your finger before using his napkin to wipe your hands clean

“well, i believe in noT being wasteful, sooOo i think you might be in the wrong here, mr. look-at-all-the-wine-left-in-my-glasses-“

“alright, so this next one is a merlot,” hoseok explains as he makes his way around the table to fill everyone’s glasses up, “in terms of flavour, it’s definitely more fruit-driven and has a more cherry-like aftertaste. it has a smoother finish compared to the cabernet sauvignon that we tried earlier…”

taehyung whacks the side of your leg when hoseok gets closer to the two of and you immediately straighten up in your seat

“wine me up, monsieur.” you hold your glass up for hoseok and offer him a bright smile

he chuckles and plucks the glass from your hand before setting it back down on the table

taehyung gives you a warning look before reaching up slowly and gesturing to keep your lips zipped

you raise your hands in defence before zipping your lips and throwing the key away anD blinking hard (it was supposed to be a wink)

taehyung raises a brow

you can’t zip your lips anD lock your lips that doesn’t make any sen-

you know what

it’s fine

as long as you don’t say anything else for the remainder of this session it’ll be fine

“everyone has a little in their glass? good. go ahead and give that a taste.” hoseok clears his throat before turning to put the bottle down

you take a small sip of it before tilting your head back and-

gurlrulrulrurlurlurrgurlugr-

“what the hell are you doing?!” tae hisses as he gives your arm a hard pinch

you choke and give your chest a couple hard pats before grimacing

“god, that did noT go down smoothly.” you whisper loudly and shake your head, “i’m giving that one a sssaaad face.” you slur as you doodle a little frowny face next to the name

taehyung’s eyes widen as he looks at what you did to your information sheet

where did you even find a pen????

‘not good very bitter if ass was a flavour then this would be ass juice’

‘supposed to be complimentary with aged cheddar but i think it would go better with a kraft single’

and then in thiS corner there are several attempts of you trying to spell sauvignon blanc and they’re all scribbled out

‘sawvinion bank. solveingrown blank. sawnananananananananananananananana batman!!!!’

oh dear god

you slap tae’s hand away before scribbling something new down

‘tasted better after gargling.’

oh dear GOD

“everything alright over there?” hoseok chirps and taehyung gives him a sheepish smile before nodding quickly

“all good! sorry, we’re all good.”

“alright, does anyone have any questions for me before we move on to-”

“oOh, i have a question!! i have one, i have one, pick me-“ you wiggle your arm around and hoseok nods in your direction

“yes, y/n?”

“i think, i think that we should order, um, we should, we should order a pizza. because these water crackers or whatever you call them are nOT doing it for me, like, look at this-“ you pick one up before popping it into your mouth and chewing obnoxiously, “fho dhry. fho DRY-” you let your jaw drop and taehyung suppresses a groan of mortification when what looks like straight up saND falls out of your mouth and sprinkles right into your wine glass

“oh, god. please stop, please stop-“ taehyung winces and quickly reaches over to snap your mouth shut

you slap tae’s hand away before swallowing your bite

“so, thoughts on this pissszzzaa?” you slur as you reach for another water cracker (tae moves the plate away before you get a chance to grab one) “is pepperoni okay with everyone? yes? yes? good? nice? yum? hm?” you look around the table while nodding enthusiastically, “barbara, my love, i noticed your earrings are from chanel which can only mean you’re loaded so because of tHAT i think you should be the one to pay for this extra large, cheese-stuffed crust pepperoni-

“okay! i think you need a time out-“ taehyung chuckles and gets up before grabbing you by the arm and yanking you up off your chair

“time out??” you gawk as you stumble over your feet, “i’m not three years old, taehyung, i- oOh, barbara, dahling, if we order within the next five minutes, we can get two cans of coke on the HOUSE-!“

sLam

“-you’re going to sit here and do nothing, got it?” taehyung scolds as he helps you get settled on the ground next to the door of the room

“i gotta say, i think all this wine is making you a little catty-“ you purr before playfully batting at taehyung’s face

luckily he moves before you get the chance to scratch his cheek

tae pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration and shakes his head, “y/n, you know you’re one of my best friends and that i care a lot about you, and i appreciate you being here with me but- today was supposed to be my day! my day! so can you please just sit here and behave? please?”

even in your drunken haze you can see that taehyung is upset with you and that’s enough to sober you up a little bit

you didn’t mean to upset him :-(

you were just trying to do this wine tasting thing right!!!!! and you weRe technically tasting the wine.,. just maybe a little too much of it.,,.

you nod slowly and reach up to zip your mouth shut

“good. the water dispenser is right there, so stay hydrated.” he gets up off the ground and dusts his knees off, “and we can order a pizza after this is over, okay?”

you nod again and offer him a meek little smile

you spend the next twenty minutes staring at the wall in silence

occasionally you looked around to see if anything besides nothING was happening

you did get up once to get yourself a little paper cone of water

and then you put the cone on the top of your head like a little party hat

but theN you realised that putting a white paper cone on top of your head was just you giving yourself a dunce cap which… was actually pretty fitting in this situation  

at the twenty-eight minute mark the door opens quietly and you immediately perk up because you automatically assume it’s tae  

“it’s y/n, right?”

“oh, uh-“ your eyes widen as hoseok slides down the wall to plop himself down right next to you “yes? yeah. i’m- yes, i’m y/n.”

“i noticed you were a fan of the dark chocolate covered cashews, so-“ he holds out a little napkin filled with the cashews before handing it over to you, “everyone in there is currently mingling with each other, so i figured i’d come out here and keep you company.”

you blink owlishly

he’s being pretty friendly considering the fact that the two of you are complete strangers

almost too friendly

…you like that :-)

because you totally like being overly-friendly with strangers too!!!!

in fact, that’s how you and tae became friends!!

but enough about tae because heLLo attractive young man sitting right next to you-

“ah, well, i’ve been staring at that patchy blotch of paint on the wall for-“ you pause to check the time on your phone, “coming up to be twenty-five minutes now, so you’re not missing out on that much.” you murmur as you unwrap the napkin and pick up a cashew before popping it into your mouth

“i, um, actually…” hoseok trails off before laughing lightly, “i wanted to come out here to talk to you about earlier-“

“oh, god. you don’t have to say anything, i know i was acting insane-“ you shake your head before snorting, “trust me, you won’T be seeing me again after the event ends-“

“but i do want to see you again.”

you freeze for a second before turning to look at him

you wait for another second to go by juSt to make sure he’s not playing around with you

“…say that again?”

“i mean… i thought you were hilarious!” he grins, “i know the alcohol was definitely a contributing factor, but i took a glance at your information sheet and-“ he pauses to pull the folded up piece of paper out of his shirt pocket, “-i don’t think i’ve ever heard anyone describe the aftertaste of a sémillon like: ‘you know lemon-scented febreze? now imagine what it’d taste like if you mixed sprayed lemon-scented febreze into a glass of bleach, because that’s what this tastes like’.” hoseok looks over at you with wide eyes, “you made this wine-tasting session way more fun than i thought it was going to be!!”

huh!

what a pleasant surprise!!!

cute boy thinks you’re funny!!!!!!

“i’m glad to hear that me humiliating myself was entertaining for you!” you joke before rolling your eyes playfully,“the only reason why i’m here is because my friend is a self-proclaimed wine snob.”

“oh, please. everyone here is a self-proclaimed wine snob.” hoseok rolls his eyes playfully, “no offence to your friend, of course.”

“oh, no. all the offence, please.” you snort and pick up another cashew, “he kicked me out to punish me but i didn’t even wanna be in there in the first place so this is actually super great.”

“ooh, i think i just felt my heart split in half…” hoseok winces dramatically as he presses a hand to his chest

you can’t help but giggle before you look away nervously

now that you’re not drunk off your ass, you feel the butterflies returning to your tummy

you barely know this guy but you’re pretty sure you’re already 500% in love with him

…what wine is he going to pick out at your guys’ wedding?

oOp

okay time to reel it in a little

“-i know this might seem a little out of the blue, but… would you wanna go out for drinks sometime… with- with me…?” hoseok clears his throat

wait what

you look back at hoseok so quickly that your head probably could’ve popped off your neck

he glances away before letting out a nervous chuckle, “i just… yeah, can i take you out?”

your eyes widen slightly

oh!!

you certainly weren’t expecting for him to ask you out but you’re definitely not complaining

“feel free to say no, i just- ah, i don’t know, i don’t usually get a lot of people my age coming to these things, and i feel like you-“

“i’d love to go out for drinks sometime… definitely with you.“ you tease as you nudge his arm gently

hoseok’s cheeks flush before he beams at you

“great! i know a place that makes really good cocktails- say, do you like margaritas?”

your lips part in a gawk

“do i like- do you wanna get married??” you scoff as you sit up straight, “i love margaritas!”

“great! i promise i won’t make you drink anything that tastes like-“ hoseok pauses to look at your sheet again, “‘mouldy grapes after they’ve been trampled on by someone with athlete’s foot’…?”

you flash him a sheepish smile

yeah

you don’t think you’re ever going to be a wine person. 

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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Knackered

A/N: Praying this the start of the writer’s block crumbling away...

While I didn’t know about any Secret Santa exchanges (and being low on spoons) I did get some mild inspiration to write tonight. This goes out to everyone flying solo tonight at home, missing friends and family in the middle of all this madness and mayhem.

May your new year be better than the last one.

Note: This was partially inspired by my getting completely pissed Christmas night and posting an AMA and getting nothing. So tonight I’m sober and listening to Rand purring while asleep in my arms, while I wrote this up.

Rated PG-15/15/M for alcohol consumption to excess, consequences of drinking way too much, and some citrus notes at the end. 98% ace safe. 

Demarcation line for 2021 damnit!

Hermione was sitting at home, in her favorite chair by the fire, completely pissed.

Harry was at work and so was Ron. Ginny was off at Holyhead for the New Year's Day match against Puddlemere. Luna was off... somewhere doing Merlin knows what and her parents were in Ibiza on Holiday and patently didn't invite her along. Their relationship was hardly there anymore. She felt that painfully with every day she didn’t hear from them.

Hermione gave Kreacher the night off and bade him a good night.  She went to her beaded bag, which was beyond time for replacing yet she found she couldn't do an hour without it within reach, and pulled out a large brown paper sack containing two bottles she had picked up from Gerry's Wines and Spirits after work. She's popped in, taking in the selection of items and knowing exactly what she wanted tonight for her pity party of one she wanted to have. What kind of world was it that she was celebrating the turn of the new year, a new Millenia, the way some were saying, and all of her friend and family weren't present in her life, whether for work or for holiday. So instead, she'd have a pity party, indulge in more than some wee libations, and fall asleep by the fire tonight since she wouldn't see Ron until Sunday morning.

She wouldn’t see Harry or Ginny until late tomorrow night, if not Sunday morning either. She'd stood in the store, trying to decide on the spirit of her father's tastes - Balvenie, single malt, the older the better, or the tastes of her Mum - Rum, lightly aged, the darker the better.  Then again it wasn't like she was going to pop back up to see Aberforth and get a bottle of his Firewhiskey, not after the incident earlier in term and Ginny spouting off on things that shouldn't have been said in front of first years. She had enough for both and settled on that, knowing that she could take the other as a gift to the parents if she didn't indulge in them herself. Once Kreacher was off for the night, she plated some cheese and pickles and other finger foods and stood at the counter in the kitchen trying to decide on which. She settled on the Scotch her father loved drinking - Balvenie - and she opened the top of the bottle she'd chosen and took a sniff. Compared to her father's tastes, this one smelled a delight, with the color of Ron's hair with the evening sun drifting through it, reminding her of a particularly lovely evening at the Burrow out beyond the pond where he'd made love to her before they fell asleep under the stars. "Accio glass," she thought and a small heavy glass hit her hand easily. four ice cubes tinkled on the sides of the glass before she poured a full measure - two fingers, if she recalled, and took her plate and drink with her back to her chair by the fireplace.

"I better lock up before I start in on this," she muttered to no one, not even Crookshanks, and pointed her wand at the fire, locking the fireplace for the night. Even then locked was subjective, since Ron and Ginny and Harry could easily bypass the fireplace with the wards in place. Bill saw to that, strengthening the enchantments on Grimmauld Place when Harry moved in permanently the previous Summer. It was Harry’s residence but he also allowed Ron and Ginny in since he was also the Secret Keeper.  Sure she had a book, and her small and less than filling meal, and would miss her best friends on this cold night in London. But she had to let them live their lives on their terms, not on hers. She'd promised herself that once Ron and Harry made the Aurors and Ginny signed off on her contract - that she would keep quiet on the nights she would be home alone, by herself, no friends to speak of to have any sort of company. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip, savoring how smooth the beverage was on her lips. Then she reached for the little bit of prosciutto and brie and took a bite, then another drink before setting it down to read by the fire. It wasn't like Ron didn't know how she felt about his work, or how he stretched himself too thin sometimes, working full time with the Aurors and then so many extra hours with George. While the Aurors have him the notoriety and professional satisfaction he needed and craved, George was where he made his money, with his ideas and creativity. He had a real knack for coming up with an idea, one that George could run with, and make something of it, then refining it to sell it for profit. Just the few ideas of his that made it to production were enough to pay for their upcoming vacation to Athens, even if it was in the off-season but their first real vacation as a couple, for the two of them, and no finding parents or enormous stress behind finding them.

She picked up the glass and found it empty. "Accio Balvenie," she said aloud and waited, seeing it eventually settle down on the table in front of her. She poured another measure of the caramel brown distilled liquor, enjoying the taste enough to not mind the other effects, of which she wanted to enjoy, like quieting the anxiety in her head of Ron coming back to her.

Harry wasn't so much of a worry, given that Ron was there too. They had a sibling kind of love, one involving the occasional row and some days of not talking to one another, but deep down there was the respect and love forged in fire between them. One short conversation with Ginny was all it took to make things right for them, especially after burying the past actions that affected and harmed so much.

She'd been given a third chance and by God! She was going to not throw it away.

The plate forgotten, Hermione poured another measure. She hadn't been this inebriated since that night in Australia, where she had a meltdown to rival anything she'd had in her youth, and gotten pissed on brandy from a local store, hiding in the bathroom drinking heavily until she passed out. Ron eventually returned to find her, sobbing into a stinking toilet. Ron pulled her from the toilet seat, crying her eyes out and smelling of used brandy. He tidied her up, gave her a few glasses of water, tucked her into bed in his arms and let her sleep for almost twenty four hours.

It was the first time she'd truly felt alive after all the shite they'd gone through the previous year, including magically altering her parents memories to erase her from their existence. It was only earlier that night, before she ran out of their rented house on the Gold coast, apparating to the location nearest to the wizarding hotel they were staying in, and then spent half the night walking the streets, drinking brandy until the wee hours of the morning until she stumbled into their shared room, waking Ron from his fitful slumber, and promptly retching up everything she'd eaten in the past year.

Through all of the tears, the rage, the anguish, Ron was there, cleaning up her mess, tending her tenderly, and listening to everything and letting her vent her spleen of everything in her soul.

"Why couldn't he be home tonight when I need him?"

She picked up the bottle and poured one more, knowing that she would have a repeat of that night on the Gold Coast if she had more than that. She was a lightweight compared to Ron and Ginny, for sure, as long as it wasn't a particular kind of elf-made wine. Firewhiskey they could drink like a grouper and suffer no ill effects but a glass of elf made wine and they were having her reaction after too much brandy.

"Damn it, who schedules a raid on New Year's Evening? What bloody criminal is so mental to be out committing crimes worth catching tonight? I need Ron home, in bed with me."

She had a sniff and finished the liquor in her glass, looking forlornly at the fireplace. "I need him home to quiet the noise in my head. It's too loud in there."

Crookshanks came strolling in, purring loudly, having chased something earlier upstairs. He wasn’t Ron but he would certainly do for now. 

"Ready for a quiet nap in my lap?"

Sure enough, the territorial bundle of furr jumped in her lap and started kneading her legs, turning circles before purring as he fell asleep.

"At least I can comfort someone," She said to herself before falling asleep, the book in her hands forgotten in her inebriated slumber.

*******************

Hermione stirred, hearing a noise from the kitchen. She checked her watch, seeing it was past one am, and heard it again. "Kreacher must be back," she said to herself before hearing what sounded like a glass breaking and a "oh shite," erupting. 

Crookshanks jumped down when she wobbled up onto her shaky legs, pulling the black walnut wand from her hidden holster on her arm. While she was far from sober, the magic she felt growing inside along with the bone deep terror of someone in the house with her was enough to focus her mind on the coming task - seeing who was breaking things in their kitchen.

She stumbled slightly along the wall, using it to support herself up while holding the wand in her right, keeping a nasty curse at the front of her mind. Auror Jones taught her a few things she hadn't sussed out that would be just a hair under the line of being illegal curses. 

A light at the bottom of the stairs lit up someone in the kitchen, bent over the cooling cabinet. She took two steps and heard the step creak. "Shite," she said aloud, bringing her wand up.

And felt it soaring from her hands, landing in the outstretch hand of the person at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hermione?"

Ron stepped into the lights and she felt some relief wash over her followed by a moment of abject terror. 

"It's me. Christmas night I read a chapter of Hogwarts, a History, to you when you had trouble falling asleep."

Hermione took a step and felt her legs giving out, falling firmly on her bum on a step. "Whoa, easy there." Ron was up the stairs in a flash, picking her up and bringing her downstairs to sit at the enormous dining table in the kitchen. "Why are you home? Was I asleep that long? Is it Sunday morning?" Ron sniffed. "You had alcohol, didn't you?" 

She felt defensive a moment before that thought evaporated in her brain haze. "Yes I did. It's New Year's Eve and you were at work. I was all alone so I said I'd have a pity party." She looked him up and down. "Why are you home? And where is Harry?" "He's still at work, writing up some reports. I'm home because our mission ended early. We caught him almost immediately and I'm caught up on my work so Robards sent me home early, said that there were enough bailiffs and aurors on duty that he didn't need me tonight." He turned around and when he turned back he had a glass of water for her. “Drink up," he said softly. She did as he asked and felt a little better. "Do you want me to get a sobering potion from the cabinet? You know we keep them now for these occasions." "Yes, please," her voice was tiny compared to his. He laughed but did as she asked, handing her a vial of what looked like had been drug from the bottom of the Thames. "I hate this potion," she said aloud and chugged down the 45ml of potion, fighting the gagging reflex on the consistency of it. Slowly the fog lifted from her mind, negating all of the alcohol in her system. Ron knelt down in front of her, looking worried. "Drinking while home alone isn't a good idea, Hermione." "I know but I missed you terribly. I am being selfish, expecting you to be home when I want you here and not when you are here. It's foolish of me." "No it's not, but we can talk about it tomorrow after we've had some sleep. I'm knackered and I know you are too, just by looking at you." She stood hugging him tightly. "Quiet the storm in my mind before we fall asleep, please?" She looked up and saw him smile softly. "Promise me that you'll sleep 'til noon tomorrow if I do? I need the sleep too, ya know? And if you wake early, let me sleep in?"

The look of love on his face melted her. She’d do anything to see that smile she loved. He gave it to her willingly, without reservations, never holding back. That was part of why she loved him so much.

”I will. Promise.” Ron held her tight before she felt the magic surround them for the short apparition trip upstairs to their bedroom, for a fast and dirty session before she would sleep for hours - or at least let him sleep in. It was the absolutely least thing she could do for him coming home to her early.

#Dragon's Fic #HP fic #Romione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #inspired by RL events #aka Dragon got pissed on firewhiskey last Friday night #and it's too far from @knightandbooks prompt in my inbox for cheerful drunk hermione #so have some maudlin Hermione and Crookshanks #98% Ace Safe #tw: #tw: alcohol consumption

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Gimme Love, 8/9 (Miz Cracker/Blair St Clair) - Grinder

AN: Oof! After this part, we have one more chapter. Things start to look a little bit better for Brie in this part of the story. Not completely, but she's getting there. Enjoy!

TW for this chapter: mental health mentions

2020

A week later, still no change on the Ed Sheeran thing. Launch day was just around the corner, and my nerves were wrecked. And Jujubee still hadn't spoken a word to me.

It was only morning time, and I hadn't even been awake for 5 minutes. Already so many things were playing in my mind.

I still hadn't reinstalled Messenger. So I had no idea whether Blair had replied or not. I really wanted to just forget about her already, but it was slow. I probably should have applied for counselling sessions with HR. I hired a lady a few years prior named Dela, and apparently, she was brilliant.

But therapy could wait until after the launch.

I had seen Jujubee at work a few more times, either making eye contact and looking away just as quick or trying to say hello at least. She'd just brush by.

I tried texting her but never received a reply. As much as she had pissed me off, I missed her. A lot.

"Hey, this is Jujubee. Leave a message."

Beep.

"Hey, Juju, it's me." I paused, struggling to figure out where to go from there, "Look, I...I know things are bad between you and me. But I...I don't want to lose you."

I couldn't think of what else to say.

'Please, talk to me?'

'You mean a lot to me.'

My silence was going on too long. "I...hope to see you at the prelaunch party...OK. Bye"

I hung up, burying my face in my pillow, feeling very pathetic. And because I was impatient, I thought to try reinstalling Messenger and try there.

Or was that too much? And did I really want to risk seeing a reply from a certain someone?

...Fuck it, I was doing it. I'd just ignore her. Yeah, I'd do that.

Blair: Wow. I didn't think…

I never clicked a message quicker. I sat up with my back against the headboard, eyes already reading the message.

Blair: Wow. I didn't think you'd actually reply! For sure, girl, we need to hang out! I'm in New York for two weeks anyway. Perfect timing, right? Give me a call as soon as you get this. TTYL.

"Oh my God." I let the phone slip into my lap. How was this real? How the fuck hadn't she found that message creepy? Were things starting to look up? I couldn't just leave her on read. It was sent last week, meaning she was still in New York.

Good. This was good.

But still, why didn't she address the confession to my feelings? Why was she avoiding the subject?

Sorry, you have to hear my innermost thoughts, all these questions. It just goes to show the whirlwind my head was experiencing.

Make a move, Brie.

My thumb hovered over the phone icon in the upper right corner. Do I just...do it?

Yes.

I clicked the button. It rang for a few seconds, the nerves telling me to just give up.

"Hello?"

Why the fuck do the people on the other end always say 'hello' like they didn't see who is calling them?

Why was I even thinking that?? Focus, Brie.

"Hi," I said.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd call." She sounded surprised.

"I'm sorry I keep doing this," I said too quickly. "Anyway, yes. Let's hang out."

There was a moment of silence, and I realised how panicked I sounded.

"Brianna, are you OK?" I heard the concern.

"What? Yeah! Of course, I am." I cleared my throat, "Just a bit...stressed out. Trying to...deal with this launch thingie and...deal with Ed Sheeran, I don't know," I laughed nervously before almost slapping some sense into myself, "I'm not majorly stressed out, though. I can still hang out."

She laughed. And fuck I realised just how much I missed it.

"You always made me laugh. You wanna grab a coffee?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Great! When are you free? I would say today, but I'm stuck with this thingie…" She replied.

And a thought hit me. "Actually... there's gonna be a party for my thing. It's for that project I told you about...back on Prom night, I don't know if you remember."

"Of course I do, Brie. I've been following all the media coverage. It's pretty awesome."

"You have been?" I sounded a little too excited and then reminded myself to not sound too desperate, "I mean, that's pretty cool. But yeah, there's a party the night before the launch. I could add you to the list."

"Yeah, of course! I'd love to come."

"Fantastic. I'll send you the details."

"Well, I'll leave you to it then."

"Thanks."

"I can't wait."

"Me too."

"Bye, Brianna."

"Bye, Blair."

She did the awkward half-spoken "bye, bye, bye," and hung up.

I threw my phone down onto my duvet and puffed out a breath of air.

"Yes!" I punched the air, "Yes. Fucking yes."

Shit was definitely looking up.

I found myself loading up my emails. "Dear Ed Sheeran, I appreciate your enthusiasm about participating in our project. However, after some thinking, we would love for you to perform at the event instead. This is strictly for your safety and the safety of everyone else. Sorry for the inconvenience. Kindest regards, Brianna Caldwell and team."

Sent. Easier than I thought.

No matter what the reply would be, I felt strong. Two problems down in less than ten minutes.

All that was left was Jujubee and Mom.

Fuck...the Mom problem.

It wasn't that I didn't love her. I adored the woman with all my heart. But I was still afraid of that recurring conversation, the memories of how I was a problem child. And if it wasn't that, it was my Grandpa.

Funny how those were always the recurring topics, things I didn't want to address. And now, on top of things, we were going to have to talk about Piggie's health.

I sent her money for his medical bills, so maybe things were different for him.

But still, the other topics of conversation I just wish we could avoid…If only there was something else to talk about...

Wait.

I stared at my phone and instantly became very still.

There was one subject that had gone unaddressed for so long - too long. Oh, God.

Half an hour later, I was in the kitchen, shaky hands pouring a cup of coffee. I couldn't call Mom immediately. I needed to will myself, build up my willpower.

After two cups, I found Mom's name in my phone book, hesitated to hit call but forced myself.

I breathed deeply, taking a seat at the breakfast counter and put the phone to my ear.

Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring…

She answered but was silent.

"Mom?" I spoke.

"Hey, honey." She sounded deflated.

"Did you get the money?" That was all I could think of to start with.

"Yeah. It's actually really helped. He's already showing improvement." She paused. "Thanks, baby."

It was painful how thankful she sounded, yet so miserable.

"Mom, I'm gonna come see you," I confirmed.

"Really?"

"Yeah." I smiled upon hearing how she lightened up. "I'm sorry about last week. My phone just...cut off, I guess."

I heard a sniff before she spoke again, "It's OK. When are you coming around?"

"Well, I got the launch this week, so maybe not now. How about 2 weeks?"

"Yeah, that's perfect. I have a job interview to prepare for anyway. I applied to this new boutique that opened in town. My interview is next week."

"That's great!" I was actually excited for her. Things weren't just looking up for me, it seemed. "I'm really happy for you."

"Yeah, me too. I'm not even nervous. Just ready to start working again. Anyway, how about you?"

"Actually, Mom…" I paused, squeezing my hand into a tight fist.

"What's wrong, Brianna?" She lowered her tone.

How did she know? I didn't even sound sad. Mothers intuition? Because I always thought that was bullshit. Like, if I was a Mom, I'd be the worst in picking up on things.

"You there?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, I just…" I licked my lips and swallowed. "Mom. Why was I adopted?" I sighed. "Why did they give me up, Mom?"

She was silent for a moment. I could practically feel how she turned cold. "It's time, isn't it?"

I nodded, not that she would see, "Yeah. I...I need to know."

"OK...How about we talk about that when you come here?" She asked.

"No. I...wanna know. I need to know." My voice cracked. "Or I won't be able to move on."

She's silent again…just for a moment. And I felt like I crossed a line.

But she spoke. I hadn't crossed any line.

"OK...Brianna? I just want you to know that I love you, and I always will. No matter what, I'll never stop loving you." Her own voice was cracking now. "When you came into my life, I never realised I could be so happy, how I felt when I met you. You were this...little light that brightened the dark...a reminder that life wasn't so bad. And I promised I'd give you the best life. I'd be the best parent you'd ever have." She paused again. And I knew she was crying. "Brie, it wasn't that your parents didn't want you. I'm sure they knew that they would have been the luckiest parents in the world." She was crying. "Brie. They...they went for a drive one night. And it was raining really bad. And they…"

She was silent. But I nodded slowly, my eyes just staring at the counter, glassy with tears. "I-I understand."

"I'm sorry, baby." She whimpered. "I should have told you this years ago. I...I didn't know it would affect you for this long. I'm such an idiot."

I held my forehead in my hand. "No. No, Mom. You're not. You had no idea." I sniffed.

"I know. I know. But I just...I...How do you tell a child something like that?"

"Don't worry about that, you idiot. I know now." One of the tears finally slid down my cheek. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Brianna."

I smiled, wiping the tear away. And then a quiet laugh escaped. "OK, I can't lie. I don't wanna leave you like this right now. Let's talk some shit or something."

She laughed in return. "God, you and your potty mouth."

#rpdr fanfiction #s10 #as5 #miz cracker #jujubee #blair st clair #blair x cracker #coming of age #hurt/comfort #lesbian au #high school au #angst #gimme love #grinder #tw mental health mentions

[2018shawn]

baking in paris | sm

warnings: mentions of smut etc etc possibly swearing?? I also have NOT proof read don't come for me. should probably mention this is an au lol

word count: 2k ish

Summer in Paris was dreamy. The balance of the bright sun beaming down onto vibrant bodies mixed with the soft breeze that forced leaves to scatter down the street was the perfect setting and it was everything you dreamed of and more. Your thin, flimsy blinds were the only thing blocking the heated rays from filtering into your room, mostly because you didn’t want Gabriel across the road seeing your ta-ta’s in process of getting dressed.

Your apartment was simple, a beige and white colour pallet flowing throughout with a touch of fresh flowers ever so often from the local florist down the road from your café. The acoustic playlist was the soundtrack to your early morning, the smell of lemon drizzle cake filling your senses as you washed the dishes, the baking area currently looking like a flour explosion had gone off. The one thing that immediately sold this apartment to you was the double oven and large kitchen island that was more than ample for your baking experiments.

Today was your day off, which was very much needed because running a café in the height of tourist season was extremely tiring, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. As much as you needed the day off, waking up and baking a fresh batch of cakes for the café was your number one priority, because your shop didn’t get its reputation for nothing. It was almost mid-morning by the time you’d finish decorating both cakes, much precision and care going into each. Who said days off were for relaxing, right?

A knock on the door sounded, and you assumed it would just be the little old lady, Camille, across the hallway, who always moaned you played music too loud in a morning. You wiped your hands on the apron that covered your high waisted denim shorts as you padded over to the door, shouting at your device for the music to go down to volume two.

The other side of the door, Shawn stood with a loaf of baking parchment in one hand, his other shoved into his pocket after knocking on the door to number 10. When you swung the door open and stared into his chest, because you expected it to be Camille who was dramatically shorter than Shawn, he laughed and tucked his fingers under your chin, dragging your face upwards.

“Shawn…” You breathed, more than shocked at his presence. “Hi. What… How… Why aren’t you at the bakery?” You asked, because more often than not he did the morning shift in the bakery next to your café, setting up for his boss and making sure the savoury breakfasts were ready to fill tourists’ belly’s.

“My boss came in and it was ridiculously quiet, so I worked on some new stuff and he said I can take a break for a few hours.” He wafted the item he was holding, the smell of fresh, doughy bread overpowering the lemon drizzle coming from your kitchen. “And I would like a professional opinion.”

You offered him to come him, suddenly feeling nervous that he’d only been here twice before and both time you had drunkenly hooked up. He didn’t realise how authentic your small apartment was, but he remembered the balcony in your bedroom and how he’d fucked you over it late one night. You and Shawn were friends, you think, maybe something slightly more but nothing dramatic. Friends with benefits is what you would use to suit your relationship best, although you could count the amount of times you’ve been physically together on one hand. He was a real sweetheart, who moved over here for a breath of fresh air, just like you and that’s how the friendship started. It blossomed furthermore when he got job at the bakery next to your café, which was a bonus for him because it meant he didn’t have to fly straight back home after running out of money, and more so, it was a bonus for you because you got to see him almost every day and you’ve seen a lot worse views in your time.

He complimented the smell of your baking and you suddenly felt bad that he was bringing you goods and you had nothing to offer, so you gave him the bowl of left excess cake sponge to which he happily picked at. He sat down his parcel, perching himself on the bar stool at the kitchen island as you hoped up onto the island itself, your legs swinging over the edge.

“This looks insane!” You exclaimed, pulling open the baking paper to reveal a twisted bread dough, still warm and golden from a fresh bake. “Caramelised onion?”

“And brie.” He smiled, popping a chunk of lemon drizzle sponge in his mouth, enjoying every mouthful. Shawn loved how much you loved food and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him want to be better baker. He pestered you non-stop for a tutorial on your secret cakes and sweets, but if you told him that you’d have to kill him, obviously.

“My favourite.” You smiled, grabbing the two plates and knife you pulled out the cupboard.

“I know,” he took the knife from you, cutting into the bread softly, the outer layer cracking with a crunch but inside softly slicing perfectly. Your mouth juiced as your stomach growled and you became suddenly aware that you were too busy in the thought of feeding everyone else that you had not fed yourself this morning.

“Someone’s hungry” He laughed, standing up from the bar stool and walking in front of you, tapping your knee to usher you to open your legs wider. Once open, he slotted snuggly in between them and your breath hitched at the new contact of your thighs hugging someones hips - not just any hips either, Shawn’s hips. He picked up a slice of bread, which was light work for his massive hands, and brought it up to your lips. You wondered if he noticed your breathing was deeper since he’d moved in between you or if he noticed that you were biting your lip as you adored every small feature on his face.

Truth be told, he didn’t notice; only because he was too busy trying not to act like a complete loser in front of you, even though you’d seen him be a complete dork on many occasions. That’s what made him more endearing, you thought. The simple fact that someone can be so completely nerdy but so incredibly attractive at the same time and you had to remind yourself that he was just here for the summer. Attachment was not an option.

When you bit into the pillowy bread, your eyes closed shut, noting all the small little flavours that he’d added to the loaf, making the experience much more enjoyable than your normal breakfast routine. “Oh my god, Shawn. It’s amazing!”

“You think?”

“Uh, yeah!” you slapped his arm with the back of your hand, opening your mouth again to which he happily obliged, and fed you another bite. “Seriously, I don’t know why you don’t come work for me and we can take over the world.”

Shawn had to bite his tongue; they couldn’t take over the world, he was going home in less that 2 months and as much as he wanted to stay, he needed his home too. He innocently smiled, placing the bread back down on the plate which you stuck your bottom lip out at, feeling hungrier now you’d had a couple of bites. You leant back on your hands, forgetting about the covering of flour on the island behind you, instantly feeling the powdery ingredient under your touch. Your breasts stuck out as you leant backwards, Shawn using every inch of his willpower to not bring his lips down to them, your white bardot shirt revealing the upper half of your chest and contrasting against your tanned, summer skin. Underneath your apron lower down, he could see a slither of denim, and he knew how well you pulled of those exact shorts, even if he hadn’t seen you in them fully today. “Ooo, the thought of me working for you....” he laughed, arms reaching around and resting on the lower of your back in a bid to feel closer to you again. “Telling me what to doooooo...” He sang, pulling his mouth into a suggestive smirk.

“You’re such a sub, Shawn Mendes.” You laughed, throwing your head back, making a brief statement to your sex life and of course, he knew that. He wasn’t submissive, per se. In fact, there’d been a couple of time’s where he’d roughed you around that much you didn’t know if you were sleeping with the same guy. But truthfully, he’d be on his knees for you before you even had to ask and he’d never met anyone who had this effect on him.

He threw his hands up in defensive, only briefly removing them from your body before they returned to behind you. This time, you felt his hands put more pressure onto your body, your denim shorts sliding along the smooth island surface as he pulled you a touch closer. “Can you blame me? Have you seen yourself?”

“Pfft, have you seen yourself?!” You raised your eyebrows, instantly biting your lip to stop yourself from spilling anymore affection.

He stared into your eyes, trying to hold back a smile, “did you just compliment me?” he brought his palm to your forehead, switching in between the palm and back of his hand, “are you feeling okay? what did I put in that bread?!”

You used your body to help you lean your weight foreword, bringing one of your arms around and smacking him in the chest, a smoke of flour filling the air in between you. You had forgotten (kinda), and tried your best to act apologetic, gritting your teeth together as he switched his eyes in between the hand shaped, flour print on his black t-shirt and your -now- barely flour covered palm. Having no time to react at all, he reached behind you and scooped up and left over flour he could see before bringing his hand up to your face, cupping which despite the fact he was messing you up, you leaned into, squirming as he tickled the side of your neck. “You’re an ass, mine was an accident!” you squealed, trying your best to move away from him but his grasp too tight.

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, too concentrated on staring into your eyes to realise you were reaching back round for more flour. With a swift movement you brought your hands in front of you, blowing quickly at the ingredient in your palm. His eyes squinted closed and he screwed up and blew his lips, trying to get any taste out of his mouth.

“Yeah” You innocently shrugged, wiping your hands down your apron for probably the 60th time of today.

Moving closer to you, you laughed at his powdery face, although admired how pretty he still looked. You knew you’d get hell later when he tried to shower the flour out of his perfectly spiralled curls, but it was worth it. His lips hovered over yours, waiting to gauge a reaction from you and although you didn’t give him one, he pressed down onto you, letting out a breath of relief as your features locked. Your bodies were a mess of tangled, floury limbs and whimpering noises as you worked on each other, grabbing at whatever piece of each other you could. You pulled at his black t-shirt, aware you’d already messed it up and he tugged at the string of your apron, letting it fall loose besides your hips. You couldn’t help but think that Camille would soon be banging on your door, complaining of the noise that wasn’t from the music.

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[boba-xing]

Captivating {Chapter 6}

Fem!Reader x Werewolf!Choi Seungcheol (SVT)

Warnings: swearing, vague mentions of blood and drugs

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-

When you wake up you’re freezing cold, and the handsome man who’s bed you spent the night in is no longer beside you. You sigh. Even though you already seem to be spending most of your time with him you can’t help but want him at your side permanently. 

He’s also really warm, which is something you could do with right now.

Pulling yourself out from under the covers, your bare feet pad against the floor as you carry yourself downstairs to the kitchen area. The familiar awkwardness reminds you of the first night you spent here, and the unfriendly gazes you received on your first morning.

This time, however, you are greeted with a few warm smiles...but still no sign of the warm man you’re searching for. 

Jeonghan smiles sweetly at you from his seat by the counter, “Seungcheol went out to get some groceries.”

“Ah, okay.” You smile softly back, following his gesture to sit next to him,

“Did you sleep okay?” he asks, shoving a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth,

“Yes, thank you.” You reply shyly, giving Seungkwan a quick thank you as he passes you a plate of toast.

“It must be a relief to have your friend back. I mean, even if he did go straight back home.” Jeonghan glances over at the brunette on the other side of the kitchen, “Though Shua has some bad news for you.”

“Bad news? Is Minhyuk okay?”

“Yes, yes, he’s fine now.” Joshua nods, “But, I ran some tests after you brought him back last night and it turns out whoever was with your friend had dosed him with several different types of medication, primarily a mixture of statins and benzodiazepines, which can cause memory loss. That’s probably why he seemed drunk and couldn’t remember where he was or who he was with.”

“So now we know for sure that someone is trying to get to you, and they don’t care about harming other people to do it.” Jeonghan frowns,

“They must be intelligent too, considering they know how to get into your apartment unnoticed, ensure memory loss and not have us know a thing about them.”

“But what do they want? Money...or-”

“You.” all of you flinch at Seungcheol’s sudden appearance in the doorway, voice rough and bag in hand. His face softens as his eyes meet yours but he stays on the opposite side of the counter to you (clearly something you aren’t happy about). “Like the note said, he or she is after you.”

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of some creep desperate to have his claws in you.

“You know, after they get who they want a lot of stalkers end up killing their victims. They get bored of them eventually, or they can’t control them how they wan-”

“That’s enough, Seungkwan.” Cheol growls so scarily you you freeze in place, Jeonghan’s hand coming to rest on your arm in a soothing motion. Clearly he’s used to Seungcheol’s scary moments, but you aren’t, and his aggressive attitude has your legs shaking. 

Joshua looks over at you with sympathy, watching in slight worry as said man turns to look at you. His gaze is still cold and almost psychotic but he somehow manages to spit out caring words, “Sweetheart, why don’t you go upstairs and get changed? I’d like to talk to the boys alone for a moment.”

You glance down at the toast you haven’t even touched, “But-”

“Now.” he growls, quickly softening his resolve, “Please.”

You rush out of the room as fast as you can, feeling like a child scolded in front of all their friends. You can already hear shouting when you reach the half-landing and you feel terrible for bringing the boys into your chaotic life. Shaking off the heavy guilt, you grab some clothes and head for a shower in Cheol’s ensuite. 

You can finally relax when the hot water hits your skin, sending you into a comforting bliss. God, your life really is a mess, but is it your fault Seungcheol got dragged into it? I mean, he could’ve just left, he didn’t have to offer his home or himself to you. But then again, all of this started when you met him?

You sigh, resting your head against the cold shower wall as your thoughts plummet back into the cavern of negativity. You’re so desperate to find out who this stalker is you aren’t that bothered about your safety anymore, even if what Seungkwan said is true, at least you’ll finally know who’s so eager to be with you. You could sneak out tonight, maybe when the boys are out for drinks? That way, if your stalker was really as good as they seem then they would surely find you easily? And then you could confront them.

The angel on your shoulder is telling you this is the worlds stupidest idea, but the demon seems pretty damn keen.

-

You hadn’t spoken to Seungcheol for pretty much the rest of the day, but you’re sure it’s because he has been hiding from you - presumably not wanting to embarass you like that again. However, you did manage to convince Jeonghan into taking the boys out for drinks tonight rather than tomorrow. You recall the conversation; Jeonghan’s confusion as to why he would go out for drinks on a weekday, and then suddenly realising it was completely normal...strange.

“It’s almost like you don’t want to hang out with us,” Chan pouts as you rush him out of the door, trying to make sure he doesn’t get left behind (though Seungcheol is still lurking in the corridor).

“Of course I want to hang out with you, Channie, but it’s important you all still get your time together, without me.” You hug the very friendly man before shooing him away,

“Are you sure you’ll be okay alone, ___?” You jump slightly at Cheol’s worried voice, turning to look at him.

“Yes, of course, I’ll be fine.” you smile sweetly, 

“I’ve locked all the windows and doors, but you have a key in case something happens and you need to get out. The other car’s on the drive if you need to get away, the keys are in the pot. Don’t open the door to anyone.” He orders, voice still soft and laced with concern, “If you need anything, or something happens, call me straight away. Okay?”

“Okay.” you place a kiss on his cheek, watching him walk away, only to turn back to you and grab your hands in his.

“And...about this morning, I-”

“-It’s fine.” You look up into his doe eyes, “Really.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I’m sorry. I normally don’t act like tha-”

“-Cheol. It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.” You smile softly, tugging on his collar to pull him into quite a passionate kiss. His lips move carefully against yours, almost scared he’ll break you, while yours push against his with a desire you’ve never had before. Pulling away, you release your hold on his collar, trying to ignore the buzzing feeling of sparks in your chest, “Drive safely, and have fun.”

You push his shocked form out of the house and somehow manage to close the door, ignoring his yells of ‘Wait, I’ll stay!’ and ‘Why don't I just stay here with you?!’ after your very steamy kiss. 

Sighing, you rest your back against the door, waiting to hear the cars drive away before grabbing your coat and shoes. You choose to wait at half an hour before shoving your silent phone in your pocket, snatching up the car keys and setting off on your journey. 

Having pre-planned your destination, you pull up on the other side of the woods, away from the boys’ house. After careful thought you decided this would be a good spot. There are a few empty, wooden buildings that have clearly been abandoned for quite a while. It’s the perfect spot to meet a creep. 

Although naive, you did bring a knife and a bottle of pepper spray to prepare yourself for a sudden attack. You also have long nails...which would give you even more ability to stab.

Getting out of the car, you make sure to lock it, and it’s parked in the open so you can escape easily.

You hum to yourself as you glance around the site, all you really have to do is wait. Perhaps they would be more tempted if you were inside one of the buildings.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

You end up with something that looks like an old house, not very big but still a suitable home. 

Of course, it is slowly occuring to you that this isn’t the best idea, and even though the sky is a lot brighter due to summer it still isn’t bright enough to protect you from darkness. Shit. You don’t like the dark that much either. And there isn’t a light in this building for sure.

Time seems to be flying by as you’ve paused for thought in the hallway of the house. You’re thrown out of your mental debate as you hear a distant rumbling...that of a car. Rushing into the front room, you duck down just below the ‘window’ to hide yourself. The car seems to stop near yours and you hear the door slam. Footsteps seem to be growing closer and you dart to hide beside the doorway, pepper spray in hand.

When the front door opens, a familiar voice is heard. “___?”

You gasp, instantly running across the room to find a hiding spot behind the sofa. Holy shit.

“___, I know you’re here. Come out before I get mad.” 

You hear him come closer and hesitantly stand up from behind the sofa.

Seungcheol scowls at you, clearly furious. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Your eyes scan back down to the floor, analysing the hardwood. To be quite honest, you are completely terrified right now. After his outburst this morning, and the shouting that ensued, your legs are shaking and your heart racing. So much that your hands are gripping the sofa to stop you from collapsing.

“Answer me. Right fucking now.” he growls,

“I-I thought-”

“You thought? Did you? I really don’t think you fucking did!.” You can’t even look up, too scared to see his clearly volcanic reaction, “YOU CALL THIS THINKING? ANYONE WITH A BRAIN CELL WOULD THINK THIS WAS A FUCKING TERRIBLE IDEA.”

At this point your eyes are overflowing, tears streaming down your face as you sniffle. You’re frozen in your position, knuckles white and hair covering your face. You choke back a sob in the momentary silence.

“Fuck.” Seungcheol sighs, walking over to you and cradling you in his arms, “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I’m sorry for yelling, okay?”

Your body’s natural instinct is to snuggle into his chest, but it fails to realise your fear barrier and instead you wobble slightly. 

“___, I’m sorry for yelling but even you have to admit this was a stupid idea. Did you really think you’d be able to defend yourself against a lust-filled maniac?” He squeezes you gently.

"I'm sorry." You manage to squeak out, finally feeling your limbs loosen slightly. Your arms wrap around Seungcheol and you press your face into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "I'm sorry."

He sighs heavily, fingers playing with your hair. "I know you are, sweetheart, but you have to understand everything I'm doing is to protect you. You clearly didn't think about this. We're going to find out who this person is and we're going to do it the safe way, even if it takes a long time."

"I know. I'm sorry." You whimper, fingers digging into his coat. You're not sure how he found you, but you're glad he did.

"I shouldn't get mad at you. It's not your fault this is happening. You just don't know what to do, I don't know what to do." He mumbles, soon lifting you up in his arms and carrying you back to the car.

Your journey home is long and you aren't a fan of how darkness hangs outside every window. You're afraid you'll look up to see your stalker just across from you, and Seungcheol, sick of your ignorance, will let him take you. Even though he apologised, you know he's still angry and maybe that anger would have him push you out of his life and into the hands of a potential killer.

Without the outside to focus on you find yourself gazing at your knees and occasionally Seungcheol. Because of this, you notice how he seems to doubt whether to take you back home or not. When he realises your confusion, he stutters out a sentence about the boys being intoxicated and thinking it could be a better idea to stay at a hotel.

After your protests, he solemnly drives you back home, pulling into the driveway with some hesitance. He seems to observe the house in an uncomfortable manner, and winces when he hears a loud smashing noise from inside, followed by what sounds like a snarl.

"What was that?" You gasp,

"I, um, stay in the c-no, come with me, let's get you upstairs." He seems to panic, rushing you across the driveway and unlocking the door faster than you can blink.

He attempts to rush you up the stairs but with one glance into the living room you freeze, a burning sensation covering your body as you're hit with immense fear. Your eyes meet those of something you've never seen before, something large, with huge teeth and blood coating it's fur. It's almost as if time stops as the terrifying creature just stares back at you.

"What is that?" You whisper, still completely frozen in fear, heart beating so fast your pulse is almost deafening.

"___, I can explain."

#kpop #seungcheol #seventeen #svt #svt fluff #kpop werewolf au #seungcheol werewolf #seventeen werewolf au #svt angst #svt scoups #Fluff #Smut #Angst #Au #werewolf au #werewolf #Svt #Seventeen #Seungcheol #Cheol #Scoups #Imagine #Scenario #Series #Reaction #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Svt fluff #Svt smut

[gumnut-logic]

When the World Goes Boom (Part 7B)

Here is another little bit. I’m getting there slowly, thank you for your patience and your wonderful support ::hugs you all lots::

Spoilers & Warnings: Spoilers for season three, angst, hurt/comfort, brothers and family, possible tissue warning, cos I need one, 887 words

Many thanks to @scribbles97​​​​ and @i-am-chidorixblossom​​​​ for putting up with my crazy and reading this at random moments.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part 7A | Part 7B

I hope you enjoy it ::hugs::

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Scott lay back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. “How is he, really?”

“Who?” With the removal of Alan’s bed, Gordon had planted himself on the end of Scott’s. The aquanaut looked as pre-occupied as Scott felt. He still held Virgil’s coffee cup in his hand, fiddling with it unconsciously.

“Alan.”

Gordon turned to him. “Oh, Allie’s coping. Well, best as he can be. He’s worried about the explosion and the fact he can’t remember it, but I’d say he’s more worried about you than anything else.”

Scott frowned. “Me? Why?”

“You haven’t exactly been yourself lately.”

A swallow. No, he hadn’t. “How are you?”

Gordon arched an eyebrow. “Me? There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s you guys who are the sick ones.”

“You getting enough sleep?”

That prompted an eyeroll. “Scott, I’m fine. Grandma is on the case.”

“Doesn’t seem like she’s nagging Virgil enough.”

Gordon snorted. “That’s Virgil. With you down, he’s going for the smother title.”

“Gordon.”

His brother threw up his hands. “Fine, I’ll drag him to the house when they get back.”

Silence fell for a few moments.

Only to be broken by Iz stepping smoothly through the door and closing it securely behind her. “Sir, I regret to report we have a level one emergency.”

Scott shot up in bed and the world tipped on its side for a moment. Gordon was suddenly on his feet and holding Scott’s shoulders. “Hey.” He didn’t say anything further, just held Scott steady. An IR level one emergency equated to an IR operative in dire threat or life endangerment.

Gordon’s response was sharp as Iz took up position inside the door. “Details, Lieutenant.”

Any response was cut off by Brie charging through the door with Alan’s bed in tow.

Scott was off his bed and moving before Gordon had a chance to hold him back. He stumbled over to his youngest brother, eyes desperately seeking reassurance of his health. His hands landed on bed covers just as Gordon made it to his side and prevented him from taking a dive to the floor.

Alan was white as a sheet and the moment his eyes landed on Scott, he burst into tears.

Scott’s heart lurched and climbed up his throat. “Allie, god, what happened?” An absence registered and his heart attempted to strangle him. “Where’s Virgil?”

Alan’s hands fumbled for him and he realised his brother was at least partly medicated.

Gordon turned to Brie. “Report!”

“I’m sorry, sir. There was an incident in the examination room. Mr Virgil Tracy was seriously injured. The perpetrator has been apprehended-“

“He saved me, Scott. I couldn’t...and he...oh god...” His little brother gasped in a breath, his whole body shaking enough to trigger Scott’s paramedic senses, his hands reaching for his brother. Alan was verging on hysteria.

“Thunderbird Five to Thunderbird One.” John’s sharp voice cut through the room.

Scott, as if in a slowly dawning nightmare, thumbed his comms. “John?”

“Level One Emergency security is in effect. Virgil...” His brother’s calm voice broke in half. “Scott, it is not...good.”

So much information in such a short time, but nothing definite. “What happened?! What is Virgil’s status?” The commander reared up and jumped to the fore as his balance teetered. He vaguely registered a hand steadying him again, but ignored it, forcing steel into his spine. “Goddamnit, report!”

“Kayo reports Virgil has suffered a cardiac arrest. Jeremy is reportedly assisting hospital staff with resuscitation. Kayo is on point. Eos is in the hospital network. No video has been recovered, however initial medical scans report an overdose, likely a sedative. Virgil is also suffering from several deep lacerations to his right arm and hand. A scalpel was embedded in his shoulder.” A pause as Scott heard his brother draw a shaky breath. There was no trace of that shake as his calm voice resumed. “Level One response in action. Extra security is on its way. You are to stay where you are and not leave that room.”

Alan was gripping Scott’s hand so hard, his nails were drawing blood.

A blink was Scott’s only response for the first moment. His second response was a hoarse FAB.

Virgil.

Another slow blink and he drew his sobbing little brother into his arms and held him, one hand stroking his hair, stumbling words to attempt to calm him down.

Part of him registered that Gordon was his only defence against gravity and he soon found himself being urged by the aquanaut to sit on Alan’s bed. He drew Alan in tighter as he did, his littlest brother hampered by his injuries and the medication protecting him from pain.

He was vaguely aware of the security officers by the door updating each other momentarily, before taking up position either side of it. Gordon said something at some point, but Scott’s awareness had narrowed to the shivering form in his arms and the missing brother so seriously injured elsewhere in the building.

For once in his life, Scott found he did not have the resources to respond. His mind was awhirl of disjointed thoughts and fears and the commander failed him.

Gordon was saying something, talking to someone.

Alan’s sobs had reduced to little more than an exhausted whimper as a nurse approached the bed.

Scott just eyed her and held on tighter.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #Scott Tracy #Alan Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy

[lucksea]

Kiss me, son of God!

...is Brie's theme specifically, but it seemed appropriate here

version with unaltered colors:

#null havoc damage #cult of the lamb #planes of projection au #half-god brie against the world #narilamb #< I DONT NORMALLY USE SHIP TAGS BUT I WILL TAG THIS. ITS THEMATICALLY APPROPRIATE

[bravadoseries]

PHASE 3 + AUDREY CARTER-ROGERS

THE FALCON SEASON 2 (2016, dir. Barry Jenkins)

In season 2 of the hit Netflix series, Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie) returns to New York—but this time, as a fugitive, not a hero.  Under the protection of Annie Esposito (Doja Cat) and her girlfriend Jessica Jones (Krysten Ritter), Sam  Wilson spends four months trying to balance life on the run, his feelings for Olivia Perales (Aimee Garcia), and the various encounters between the Esposito crime family and a corrupt NYPD.  

LADY LIBERTY & THE ANGELS OF MERCY (2017, dir. Shannon Murphy) 

On the run in Las Vegas after Captain America: Civil War, Audrey Carter-Rogers (Jodie Comer) reunites with the members of the SHIELD team she used to manage—Lindsey Dubois (Janelle Monae), Caroline Carmichael (Katie Cassidy), Claudia Liau (Constance Wu), and Yasmin Biswas (Nikohl Boosheri)—as well as former SHIELD Agent Sharon Carter (Emily VanCamp), and DGSE operative Delphine Lamontagne (Sofia Boutella) in order to locate and stop Dr. Johann Fennhoff (Zachary Qunito) in his mission to brainwash and weaponize young Gifteds.  

THOR: RAGNAROK (2017, dir. Taika Waititi) 

In Asgard, Audrey Carter-Rogers (Jodie Comer) finds herself stranded but offered assistance by the God of Mischief Loki (Tom Hiddledton).  Meanwhile, imprisoned on the other side of the universe, the mighty Thor (Chris Hemsworth) finds himself in a deadly gladiatorial contest that pits him against the Hulk (Mark Ruffalo), his former ally and fellow Avenger. Thor's quest for survival leads him in a race against time to prevent the all-powerful Hela (Cate Blanchett) from destroying his home world and the Asgardian civilization.

AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (2018, dir. Joe and Anthony Russo)

Iron Man, Thor, the Hulk and the rest of the Avengers unite to battle their most powerful enemy yet—the evil Thanos. On a mission to collect all six Infinity Stones, Thanos (Jon Hamm) plans to use the artifacts to inflict his twisted will on reality. The fate of the planet and existence itself has never been more uncertain as everything the Avengers have fought for has led up to this moment.

THE REAL HAWKEYE (2018, dir. Rob Thomas) 

In the wake of the snap, New York has seen a sharp rise in crime.  No longer an Avenger, Kate Bishop (Hailee Steinfeld) decides to return to life as a vigilante, with America Chavez (Tashi Rodriguez) at her side.  When the case of a missing cop turns into a conspiracy implicating the entire NYPD, Kate and America are led to confront none other than Mayor Alexander Brennan (Chris Pine).  

LADY LIBERTY: RESURRECTION (2019, dir. Shannon Murphy & Greta Gerwig) 

After Avengers: Infinity War, Audrey Carter-Rogers (Jodie Comer) wakes up in space with Carol Danvers (Brie Larson), light years away from home. After discovering that Thanos (Jon Hamm) succeeded in wiping out half of all life in the Universe, Carter-Rogers teams up with Danvers, Thanos’ daughter Nebula (Karen Gillan), God of Mischief Loki (Tom Hiddleston), and Valkyrie (Tessa Thompson), to fight her way back to Earth.  

#ocapp #* #posters #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #actually laughing so hard at the infinity war poster lmfao it's sooooo baddddd #also can u tell i don't like the nypd.....hmm....

[youcantkillamutant]

The Advocate: Three Weeks Before Finals

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Marvel (Black Panther)

Pairing: Erik Stevens/Killmonger x Black!OC

Summary: Lex is just trying to get through senior year without failing anything massive, so when she sees a lamb on her running route she ignores it, mostly.

Warnings: Cursing, Mention of Death (Human & Animal)

Words: 3K+

A/N: Hi….Remember me? Yeah. I’m still here, this time with a God!Erik AU. *shrug*. I only own my original characters of course, Marvel don’t sue me I’m broke.

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3 Weeks Before Finals

“Get out!”

“I am. I just wanted to check my—” Flashcards. One can never over-prepare. Right?

“No. Non. Nope. No m’am.” Ruby turned Lex by her shoulders. “You promised last week that you would relax. Pinky promised! So go have your weird picnic.”

“But—”

“No buts! I’m leaving you a bath bomb by the tub, and you better use it when you get back.” Lex felt a wave of affection for Ruby. Over the years she had surpassed roommate status and built herself a home in Lex’s heart. Lex opened her mouth to thank Ruby, but Ruby had already opened the door.

“I know, I’m the absolute best and you love me most. Now go!” With a shove, Lex was out the door and Ruby slammed, screaming a muffled ‘love ya!’ through the wood.

“Love you too Ru.” Shaking her head, Lex made her way to the stairs, sliding on a pair of cat eye sunnies and adjusting the basket on her arm. Today is going to be a nice, wonderful even, but most importantly relaxing, day. Hopefully.

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“So how exactly are you getting out of this Cousin?” Erik was sat in the dungeons of Eko, where the sky meets the earth in a clash of thunder and splash of waves. It’s probably the closest he’s been to the earth below in a few dozen decades. Glossy and clean, the cell wasn’t uncomfortable, especially not for a God, but it was annoying. His prank was harmless, and suddenly the Elders are yelling at him about ‘disrespect’ and ‘ineptitude’.

“First of all, this is ridiculous. It was one prank!”

“One out of a billion.” Shuri noted sharply.

“Exactly! What makes this one so special? Why are the Elders mad about this? They hardly pay attention to us nowadays. Since when are they sticklers for the rules Shu?”

“It is…strange that they’re truly upset with you.”

“See! You know I’m right. Something is going on.”

“You may be right, but you can hardly prove it.”

“Yet. I can’t prove it yet.” Erik’s face had twisted into something fierce and contemplative. Shuri shook her head.

“You know, your scheming is what got you into this mess in the first place. Besides, mother and I have a plan for you. One that the Elders have already approved.” Shuri handed him a file. Erik’s eyebrows shot up, They hadn’t bothered with paper in a few dozen centuries. Then he opened the file.

It had the picture of a girl, cute, but unknown to Erik. She had a warm smile and dark circles under her eyes, wide lips and a button nose. Her name was on the next file, along with her date of birth, age, height, blood type, lineage and even her weight. Apparently, she was a student descended from good stock. If Erik thought back hard enough, he might have remembered fighting with the girl’s great-great-grandfather in some unholy war.

“Who the hell is this?”

“Your Advocate.” Shuri shrugged when Erik recoiled.

“She’s human. She doesn’t even have a degree. Or a drop of godly blood.”

“Actually we’re still running the tests on that one, but that’s not the point. She doesn’t know much about us, but she’s smart and fair. The Elders have approved her. They believe she’ll be unbiased with…everything.”

“Everything? What do you mean everything?”Erik figured he’d be out in a years time, five at most. No longer than a blink for a god his age. The Elders rarely bothered to hold grudges with Gods like him. He was too important for the balance to be indisposed for too long.

“There’s to be a trial.” Shuri could literally see Erik’s anger as veins of gold rose up his arms, trailing towards his neck. “Before you get upset! It was either a trial or immediate exile.” Shuri had expected this to blow the wind out of his sails, but Erik only grew angrier.

“So my only chance of coming out of this is a little human? I’ve never even met the girl!” He pounded on the bars of his cell annoyed that he was beginning to feel the chill of vibranium bars.

“Exactly. I’ve convinced the Elders that if you can convince the Advocate to help you, you deserve a trial. Led by Wakandan law and defended by her of course.” It was actually the most she could get the Elders to agree to. Even as she sat pleading on her knees, the Elders merely raised a brow and nodded in irritated acquiescence.

“Well where is she?” Erik looked around Shuri, but knew his ‘Advocate’ wasn’t around. He would have noticed a human on Eko. He wasn’t the Gatekeeper, but he knew energies.

“Erik, you don’t actually think the Elders would allow her into Eko without you convincing her first.” Erik rolled his eyes ad let his head fall against the wall.

“Now how am I supposed to do that from a cell Shuri?”

“You and I both know you can be resourceful. Pranking is not your only skill.” Erik stared up at the ceiling as Shuri walked away, wishing for the first tie since his imprisonment that his father was still around. At least he could give him some strength. Unfortunately, Erik would have to bolster himself.

“Good luck Cousin!” She didn’t bother saying anything else as she exited the cell. If Erik couldn’t get his Advocate on his side, then those might be the last words she ever said to him. Better to keep them jaunty rather than grave.

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It was hot. Not unbearable, but not ideal either. The sun wasn’t shy today, finally breaking through the clouds that had been hanging over town. Still Lex trundled her way towards her favorite running path on campus. Huge shades covered her eyes, lips pursing in the heat and a wicker basket swinging on her arm. She’d borrowed the basket from the only pair of her friends that she classified as adults: Tom and Lucie. Though they were all around the same age, the couple had a nice little apartment, and emanated an air of togetherness that Lex couldn’t imagine having as a scattered grad student.

Lex pulled out her phone to share her location with Ruby at the entrance to the running path. Nothing had ever happened to her, but plenty of people had plenty of stories. The path was attached to some National Park and so long as you had your university ID, you could get into the thick of it for free.

On a running day, Lex found herself going ten or so miles, but today she just wanted to make it to her favorite little meadow. She wasn’t completely stressed, and so she didn’t need the run to get rid of excess energy pulsing through her. Today was a day to relax. Wiggling her toes in her shoes, Lex set off along the path.

It took nearly an hour, but she made it. By now, sweat made her skin sticky and the breeze came and went every now and then wrapping her tight and releasing her to the relentless heat of the sun. The meadow was just as nice as it always is, quiet and simple. A bed of grass dotted with toadstools, wildflowers and shrouded in peeling sycamores. The sun filtered through the leaves and the wind enticed them to dance, like a nature-made disco ball.

There was a vignette of three old tree trunks, stripped white and smooth. There was one in the center, nearly half her height, and some days, Lex could see bunnies and birds flitting around the area. Not today it seems. She shrugged, pushing away the irrational sadness at not seeing her usual gaggle of woodland creatures today, and shook out her blanket.

Lex kept her head low while pulling out her lunch letting the sun warm her neck for a bit. Remnants of fresh brie cheese were wrapped in kente printed beeswax, water crackers, a freshly chopped apple and another for the road. A turkey and swiss stacked with tomatoes, onions and lettuce on beautifully brown rye bread; fresh bread being one of the only things Lex splurges on weekly. A bottle of tea completed the setting, glass bottle winking in the sunshine.

Lex sank into the blanket, feeling a few blades of grass poking through the soft blanket as the tree roots cradled her. Eyes closed, she inhaled deeply, letting the exhale force any tension out of her body. When she blinked her eyes open, ready to eat, there was a brown lamb next to the tree stump, not even a breath away.

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“I suppose you’ve heard the news Auntie. I’m to convince an ‘Advocate’ to help me.” Erik let out a bark of a laugh. “Can you imagine, the life of a God in the hands of a human. A tragedy for the storybooks, huh?”

“As far as I remember, you’re meant to be convincing that human to help you, so instead of belittling her, why don’t you get to work?”

“I already have. I’m just waiting to see if she bites.” And to see if she’s as ‘fair’ as Shuri says.

Ramonda raised her left brow tempted to ask more of her nephew. Did he not see that his place in the Godly court was at stake? Instead he lazes around in his cell waiting for a human to what? Rise to his bait? Briefly she wondered if this was something he learned from his time in the human world. They had lost track of him when he was small; Chaos and Kindness searched high and low for the little God. Still it took them a decade or so to find him and when they did…Ramonda shook the thought from her head as Erik spoke.

“What are you doing here, my dear Auntie?”

“Since you asked Nephew, I’m here because the Advocate was my idea. And I fear I would be remiss in my duties as your family if I did not help.”

“You’re helping me?” As the Goddess of Order, Ramonda had curled her lip at Ertumke the day he was born. A child born of Chaos and Kindness was never bound to be her favorite. Still she did her duties as a Godmother, not that the child seemed to care.

“Contrary to popular belief I do care about you Ertumke. You’re my nephew. Though irritating and often ridiculously dramatic, you are family. And you were the first to put a smile on T’Challa’s face when his father left.” There was a wave of silence as the sentence settled, but Ramonda breathed life into her body again in an instant. “Shuri did the hard work of getting the Elders’ approval. Now I’m happy to induct the girl but please Ertumke, no games.”

He seemed to think about this for a while, tapping his chin and studying his Aunt. They’d never been particularly close, Erik had always favored Shuri out of the lot of them, but then again, Ramonda had never done him harm. Even now she looked uncomfortable in his presence, but I suppose that makes sense. He is the child of Chaos. Order never sat well with him.

“I asked for Shuri and they sent you.” Erik had clanked an empty cup against the glass of his cage, barked a few orders at a Dora and waited. He should have known they weren’t going to get Shuri. Those demigods never get anything right.

“She’s been in the lab for a while, I wouldn’t want to break her concentration.” Ramonda knew just about everything of Shuri’s life except what happened in her lab. As far as she was concerned it wasn’t her business, or her speed. She’d much rather influence a few architects than spend her time trying to understand Shuri’s latest invention for the world below.

“Oh, Shuri couldn’t help her big cousin cause she’s in the middle of an invention orgy? Good for her.” Erik smirked and stroked his chin.

“That is my daughter you’re speaking about Ertumke.”

Erik shrugged. It’s not like he was actually talking about sex, which would have actually been normal for Gods like him. No, Shuri spent hours and hours in a lab, inventing and came out looking like she had just rolled through sheets with some of Eko’s finest. Still, he said nothing more on the subject, knowing that he should be grateful anyone came down to the dungeons at all. It was such an odd temperature here for Gods. Nearly cold enough to raise goosebumps.

“I would greatly appreciate your help Auntie.” Erik’s voice was more of s rumble than a clear sentence, and Ramonda’s mouth fell open in shock. There is a first time for everything she supposed. Even Ertumke asking another for help.

“Would you like some water? I thought you were choking on your pride for a moment there.” Erik cut his eyes her way with a minimal amount of heat and she laughed.

“I wish you had called for us earlier. You’ve already sent out your, bait?” Erik nodded though Ramonda barely paid him any mind, releasing a heavy sigh. “I’ll be late.” this time Erik really did choke on a laugh.

“You’re worried about being late? You’re a God. We invented time.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being prompt Erik. Especially in a situation like this.” Besides, the Goddess of Order absolutely despised tardiness.

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The lamb merely blinked at Lex. She froze, wondering what the hell was going on. Sure she’d seen rabbits and a few deer on the running path, it was a national park after all, but she’d never seen a lamb. She’d actually never really seen a lamb outside of a petting zoo, and that was ages ago.

This lamb, brown and unmoving, glowed gold in the sun. It’s fur had hints of red and curled like hers, in tiny kinky knots. It’s ear twitched as Lex exhaled and she froze again. The next time she breathed out, it tilted its head towards her.

“Uh…hi.” An ear twitched at the sound of her voice, but that was it. Still, she couldn’t pick up her sandwich, not while that little lamb sat there, looking at her.

Scooping the extra apple out of her basket, Lex approached the tree stumps. The lamb gazed on, black eyes unblinking. She’d taken off her shoes and socks and the grass beneath her feet was warm. The weeds circling the stump of the tree gave way the Lex’s knees as she knelt down to drop the apple before the lamb.

When she glanced up, just for a second, she saw the lamb dripping golden ichor from a crown of black thistles. Surrounded by torches and granite, the lamb was on an alter. But then she blinked, and the image was gone. Shaking her head, Lex wandered back to her blanket and ate her lunch. She was probably imagining things anyways, breakfast had slipped through the cracks in favor of another few hours of studying before Ruby woke up and berated her for it.

Lunch was delicious, the bread and brie especially. As she ate, Lex could feel tension slipping from her shoulders. She’d been coming on this path for years, and there was nothing like sitting out here. The natural sounds coaxed her worries away, and her eyes slipped closed under the sun.

When she woke an hour or so later, the apple was gone along with the beautiful brown lamb.

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“Hallelujah!”

“Ruby, Jesus!”

“You look relaxed! You actually chilled out!” Ruby let out a whoop in Lex’s ear. “Though I see you haven’t used the bath bomb yet.” Ruby leaned into her neck for a whiff. “And you really should.”

“God okay, I just got back Ru.”

“I know, I know. Okay,” She plucked the basket from Lex’s arm and turned her towards the bathroom. “Go take a bath and soak in all of the serenity you found today. I’m ordering us takeout and then we’re watching crap TV!” Lex rolled her eyes as she stumbled to the bathroom.

The sunny day had taken more out of her than she imagined. She could still feel the heat on her skin as she undressed, and couldn’t stop thinking about that lamb. Sure she’d seen bunnies on the trail before, but never a lamb. Turning the hot water on, she let the tub fill as she grabbed her speaker and phone.

Light synth beats and soft piano chords filled the bathroom along with the steam, and Lex twisted the water off. Sitting on the floor, leaning over the edge of the tub, she let the bath bomb plop into the water. Closing her eyes as the bomb fizzed away, her mind drifted. She slipped into the glossy purple water absentmindedly relishing in the heat that prickled every inch of her skin.

This is always the best part of a bath. When the day is done, chores and homework taken care of, and you have to do is let the water ground you. Any movement, even your breath creates a soft current in the tub, encouraging the water to lap at your skin in a continuous embrace. Lex loved this moment, letting her head fall back as her eyes drifted shut.

When she blinked her eyes open, the album was drifting to a close and the lamb was back. In her apartment. In her bathroom. Lex jumped and water sloshed over the tub, crawling towards the lamb. She thought the steam was crafting illusions, but when she rubbed her eyes and blinked them open again, the lamb was still there. Steam swirled through the air as the lamb stood unblinking.

On a whim, Lex reached out a hand, palm open, water dripping from her fingers onto the mess on the floor. There was no way this was actually happening. Ruby would have noticed a lamb walking through the apartment, right?  

“Hey, little one. What are you doing here?” Just like earlier, the lamb cocked its head at her words. Then it stooped down and licked a bit of water from the tiles. When Lex blinked again, the lamb was gone. Lex sat back gazing at the ceiling and wondering what the hell was happening.

It must be the heat. After napping out in the sun, and then a warm bath, she must just be experiencing some extreme heat exhaustion. Or some—

“Lex!” Ruby’s voice was higher than she’d ever heard it before, which raised an alarm. Ruby hated sounding shrill, she said it reminded her too much of her mom. Wrapping herself in a towel Lex hustled out of the bathroom and stopped short. Ruby was sitting on the couch in front of a woman. A woman in glowing robes.

“Um…hi?”

“Hello, Alexandra. I trust you are well.”

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A/N: *peaking out from behind a luscious palm* Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well! I never meant to leave things this long, but I got distracted with building stuff to redo my room and then starting a new job just as Rona got her feet on the ground. 

I’ll admit I’m pretty nervous about posting this story. After being away for so long, it feels like I should just dip my feet back in and start slow. I’ll be honest I haven’t written in a WHILE. I’m kind of afraid I forgot how to write? lol *yikes* I’d love to know what y’all think, and I’m going to try to be a little more active in posting this story. 

As I said before, I’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for a year and some change now (I think), and I was inspired by Champion by killmongersgurl.

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Request: hiiii !!! I loved your one shot "the endgame" about Brie. Could you write another one, still about Brie and her non celebrity grilfriend. Something maybe cute and fluff (and loooong if you can, don't hold back :p) about maybe, they move to a bigger house and they have to make choices about their home, the furnitures and rooms in their home leading to talking about their future together maybe ? thaaaanks :p (from @starslazyandcosy)

Pairing: Brie x reader

A/N: This one took me way too long to write, and I’m not even sure I’m 100% happy with it. I always seem to struggle writing for real people but I definitely went through major writer’s block this week. Hopefully will have some more stuff out soon! Let me know what you think!

“I’m home!” You announced as you walked through the front door of the house you and Brie shared.

“In here, babe!” You heard Brie shout from the lounge room. You put down your bag and your keys and went to join her. “How was work?” She asked as you sat down next to her on the couch.

“It was okay,” you replied as Brie pulled you closer to her so she could kiss you. You returned the kiss and pulled back to smile at her. “Have you heard anything about the house yet?” You asked nervously.

Though you loved the house you and Brie shared now, the two of you had decided a while ago to go on the hunt for something new. After all, Brie had lived here well before you two got together and you both wanted to take the step of buying a house together. Not to mention, you both agreed that you wanted a bigger house to be able to house more guests and Brie was set on setting up a home gym so she could still train while she had time off from prepping for movies.

You’d found a house in Santa Monica that you both absolutely fell in love with the moment you saw it. It was much bigger than the house you lived in now, with 3 guest bedrooms instead of just one, plus there was plenty of room for Brie’s home gym and much more. You had immediately put in an offer for it and were anxiously waiting to hear if it had been approved.

“Not yet,” Brie sighed. Your shoulders fell and Brie placed a comforting hand on your arm. “We’ll find out soon, though. They said we’d hear from them by the end of today so it should be any time now.”

“I think that makes me even more nervous,” you chuckled quietly and Brie laughed too before she pulled you into an embrace. You felt yourself relax into her body as you let her hold you and rest her head on top of yours. “God, I hope we get it. I don’t know if we’ll find another place I’ll love as much.”

“I know, Y/N. Me too.” Brie kissed the top of your head and relaxed into the couch more, pulling you almost on top of her. You stayed there for a while, holding each other until Brie’s phone began to ring, making the two of you spring up. She quickly reached for her phone, shooting you an anxious glance before answering the phone and holding it to her ear.

“Hello?” She greeted. She grabbed one of your hands with her free hand, holding on tightly as she talked to whoever was on the line. You watched her intently, unable to read her expressions or her half of the conversation as she talked. “Really?!” She suddenly exclaimed and locked eyes with you. “Okay. Yeah, we will. Thank you so much.”

She hung up the phone as you sat in anticipation.

“Well?” Brie put her phone aside and looked at you with a slightly shocked expression on her face. “Brie?!”

“I think we just got our house.” You screamed with excitement before jumping on top of Brie.

“Are you serious right now!?” Brie laughed with absolute joy, wrapping her arms around you and offering a wide grin.

“Dead serious.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed before clinging onto Brie and kissing her passionately.

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“Well. It’s emptier than I remember.” Brie looked over at you before rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, no shit Captain Obvious,” she chuckled.

After the offer for the house was accepted and all the paperwork had been filled out, you and Brie were the offical home owners of your new house. You had been given the keys and so the two of you found yourself standing inside your house for the first time since you had first seen it. Of course, the house was fully furnished then and so the rooms seemed a lot more spacious now that they were completely empty.

You watched Brie idly walk around the empty living room with a soft smile on her face.

“You know, I kinda completely forgot we actually need to get stuff to put in every single room,” you laughed as you took in the space around you. Brie chuckled before gesturing to a spot near one of the walls.

“My couch is gonna look perfect right here,” she grinned. You sent her a displeased expression.

“Brie, please no.” She turned to you with her mouth slightly open and her brow furrowed.

“Hey! What’s your beef with my couch?” You playfully roll your eyes at her.

“Stop fooling yourself. We both know that couch is the most uncomfortable thing in the world to sit on.”

“But it was the first piece of furniture I bought when I moved out on my own.” She pouted at you and you sighed and made your way to her, placing your hands on her waist and giving her a sympathetic look.

“I know, babe. But this is a brand new place that we have together. Don’t you think it would be nice to start fresh and choose our furniture together, too?” Brie looked down in thought for a moment and then met your eyes again, the pout remaining on her face.

“Hmm. I’m not making any promises but I guess I’ll consider it.” You leaned closer to her and met her lips with your own, immediately wiping the pout from her face as she smiled into the kiss.

“Thank you. That’s all I need to hear,” you said softly, grabbing her hand and pulling her to continue walking throughout the house. You walked down the hallway and glanced into every room.

“So, we’re setting these all up as guest bedrooms, right?” You asked Brie. She shrugged tentatively towards you.

“I guess. For the time being, anyway.” You nodded at her in thought and peered inside the room you were walking passed.

“Well moving day is next week, so we better get some furniture shopping done, huh?”

“Damn, you really want to get rid of my couch that fast, huh?” Brie pouted again and you laughed at her, stopping to give her a kiss on the cheek.

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The task of picking out furniture for your entire house ended up being easier than you’d originally thought. Thankfully Brie was taking some time off, and you had managed to take the week off from work too, otherwise you could imagine it would have been a bigger challenge getting everything organised.

Moving day had come along pretty quickly, and there was a team of people from a moving company helping to deliver and set up all the furniture you had chosen together. It was like the house was coming to life right before your eyes, all the different furniture and some art pieces you and Brie had purchased complimenting each other really well as they were all set up in their respective places.

Brie was standing near the dining room, towards the open glass doors leading out to your back yard and looking around the place in awe. You could only imagine she had the same incredible feeling as you did about the place you could now call home.

“This is all a lot more exciting than I thought it would be,” she said in quiet amazement as you approached her. Her eyes danced with absolute joy and you felt a grin take over your face.

“I know. Can you believe this is all ours?” You vaguely gesture around you at the house, shaking your head in disbelief as you and Brie stood together.

You could have sworn you saw tears forming in Brie’s eyes, but before you could really take notice, she offered you one of those smiles that make you fall further in love with her, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she pulled you in by your waist. She rested her forehead against yours for a moment, quietly giggling, before tenderly kissing you.

You smiled into the kiss, which was quickly broken up by the sound of someone awkwardly clearing their throat. You and Brie looked towards one of the movers who gave you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry to interrupt. Uh, do you mind showing us which furniture you want in which guest room?” He threw his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of a few other guys, all standing with boxes and parts of what you assumed was bedroom furniture.

“Oh yeah, of course!” Brie happily replied. She removed her arms from around your waist and made her way over to the guys, disappearing with them down the hall towards the guest bedrooms.

You sighed contently as you stepped through the doors to the back yard. Much like the house, the yard was also a really good size. You and Brie had wanted a pool, which you got. The hot tub you also got was just an added bonus. Brie already had two dogs before you started dating which you absolutely loved, and you thought the yard would be perfect for them too.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by another mover who had been setting up your large outdoor table. He had obviously finished what he was doing and began heading back inside before stopping near you. He offered you a kind smile.

“This is a great house you’ve got yourself.” You nodded in agreement, the smile yet to leave your face. “I’d love to move to a place like this one day, it’s a really nice house for a family. Do you two have any kids?”

“Oh. No,” you said, a bit taken aback. “We actually aren’t even married yet.” You chuckled slightly and offered an awkward shrug.

“Huh.” The mover seemed slightly surprised by your answer. “Well, I guess there’s always time. And hey, at least you can always just convert one of those guest rooms into a baby nursery or something.”

He gave you a friendly nod before leaving you alone. You lost yourself in your thoughts for a moment before arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pulled you in towards a warm body.

“Hey, baby,” Brie breathed out. She placed a kiss behind your ear and rested her chin on your shoulder. You hummed in greeting, your hands coming to rest on Brie’s arms.

“The guys said they’re almost done, they just need to finish up in the bedrooms. Then we’ve finally got the place to ourselves.” You quietly hummed again, and Brie very quickly picked up on your sudden quietness. “You okay?” She softly asked, bringing her lips to your shoulder to offer a reassuring kiss to it.

“Mhmm.” You turned around in Brie’s arms and brought your own arms to rest over her shoulders. Her eyes moved across your face, at first with concern until she watched a soft smile take over your face. “I’ve never been better,” you whispered and your smile grew as Brie let out a laugh and pulled you in for yet another kiss.

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You stretched your arms with a satisfied sigh as you padded towards the living room. It had been a long day and you were glad to finally have the house to yourselves. Brie was already sitting on your new couch watching whatever was on the tv but looked over at you when you joined her.

“I’m so pissed off that you might have actually been right about my couch this whole time.” Her pout was back on her face and you laughed at her.

“See, I told you,” you shrugged. “This one is like heaven in comparison.” Brie playfully rolled her eyes at you and you looked at her with a smug expression on your face.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, it’s amazing,” Brie deadpanned. You chuckled as she wrapped her arm over your shoulders and you shuffled closer to her to let her pull you into her side. You laid your head on her shoulder, and she rested her cheek against the top of your head.

“This is nice,” you mumbled contently and Brie hummed in agreement as a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. You both idly watched the tv for a few minutes before Brie spoke up again.

“So.. Did some of the movers also ask you if we had kids or was it just me?” She questioned. You lifted you head from Brie’s shoulder to look at her, forcing her to bring her own head back up too.

“Seriously? I thought it was just me!” You exclaimed. Brie chuckled and looked at you.

“Yeah, I guess this house could maybe give off a strong family vibe?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know I loved it from the moment I saw it.” You watched her as she bit her lip in thought and seemed to daydream for a moment.

“Be honest, though,” you said, snapping her back to reality as she curiously looked at you. “When we first came here to look at the house, did you think maybe one of those guest bedrooms could one day make a pretty good baby nursery?” Brie paused for a moment to consider her answer.

“Well yeah. In the future, maybe.” She grinned slightly. “But you know I’ve gotta marry you first before any of that can happen.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, a grin taking over your face in response.

“Of course, baby. You seriously think I don’t plan on marrying you?” She scoffed. “As if.”

“Well that’s good, because I definitely plan on marrying you. Soon, preferably.” Brie smirked at you.

“Mm, I like the sound of that.” She practically purred, leaning over to kiss you passionately. You melted into the kiss and she guided you to lay down on the couch, moving her body on top of yours. Her hands began exploring your body and she continued kissing you, the intensity increasing every second until you had to break from the kiss to catch your breath.

Her lips made their way down your jawline, kissing and nipping down to your neck and letting her teeth rake along the sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan and Brie’s hands gripped tightly to your hips as she lifted her head to look at you, unable to stop herself from leaning down to kiss your lips again.

“How about we take this to the bedroom? I kinda want to see how much that new bed can handle.” She raised her eyebrows playfully, earning a laugh from you, and she quickly stood up, pulling you to your feet and towards your bedroom for what you can only imagine was going to be an eventful first night in your new home.

#captain marvel x reader #brie larson x reader #brie larson imagine #captain marvel imagine #Brie Larson #mine #brie larson fic #captain marvel fic #Captain Marvel

[remywrites5]

           Crowley placed the sinful looking cake down on the table with a knowing smirk on his face. Aziraphale eyed it longingly, already licking his lips, and then glanced up at Crowley. “What’s the occasion?”

           “I was in the mood for baking,” Crowley responded nonchalantly. “Don’t get used to it angel, it only happens about once every decade or so.”

           Crowley cut them each a piece of cake while Aziraphale poured their tea. He added cream and sugar to his own and just sugar to Crowley’s. Since saving the world from Armageddon, the angel and demon had had a lot more time for leisurely activities, and their afternoon tea together had become something of a routine.

           Aziraphale took his fork, his eyes lighting up with glee, and sectioned off a small bite of cake. Crowley watched him with rapt fascination as he raised it to his lips and took a bite.

           “Oh, I probably should have mentioned,” Crowley said, hiding his grin behind his cup of tea. “It’s devil’s food cake.”

           Aziraphale sputtered. “You did that on purpose!”

           Crowley let out a warm chuckle at the expense of his friend. “No need to be so bent out of shape, angel, it’s just a piece of cake.”

           Aziraphale considered for a moment – clearly weighing the ethical and moral hiccups of indulging in something named for the Prince of Darkness. Apparently coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t too bad, Aziraphale helped himself to another bite, washing it down with a bit of tea.

           “Delightful,” he said, smiling at his friend.

           “Oh, you’ve got a bit of frosting,” Crowley informed him. He reached out and wiped his thumb over the corner of the angel’s mouth before bringing the digit to his own lips and licking it clean. Aziraphale watched the motion and Crowley took some satisfaction that the angel’s cheeks had gone pink.

           “Yes well…” Aziraphale said, dabbing his mouth with his napkin. “Thank you.”

           “My pleasure.”

                                                                       ***

           Crowley milled around the party with a glass of wine in his hand. It was Anathema and Newt’s engagement party and Crowley had been warned to be on his best behavior. Normally that would have made the party frightfully dull for the demon but he found other ways to occupy his time. He had just excused himself from Shadwell and his incessant chatter, hence the need for wine.

           He caught Aziraphale at the buffet and quietly crept up behind him. “Deviled eggs, angel, for shame!”

           Aziraphale spun around, the egg hanging from his mouth in surprise. He finished biting down on it and held the other half in his hand. “Oh well, I figured the almighty wouldn’t have a problem with a few hors d’oeuvres.”

           Crowley’s lips curled into a smirk. “Difficult to know what she’d have a problem with anymore.”

           “Yes, quite,” Aziraphale said, his eyes downcast. The angel always floundered a bit when they brought up God. Aziraphale quickly changed the subject. “You simply must try these.”

           He pressed the other half of the egg to Crowley’s mouth and the demon obediently opened it. He took the egg into his mouth and let his lips wrap about the angel’s thumb, sucking it slightly, just to be a bit of a bastard.

           “Well?” Aziraphale asked expectantly, very intentionally averting his gaze.

           “Sinfully good.”

           Aziraphale sighed heavily. “Must you always –“

           “I am a demon.”

           “You’re – “

           Crowley raised an eyebrow at the angel, wondering just how that sentence was going to end. Aziraphale huffed and turned away. He went down the table and took a few grapes, popping them into his mouth one by one. Crowley watched him as he took a long pull of his wine. “Looks as if it might rain,” he said casually, following after the angel.

           “Oh it mustn’t! It can’t! It’ll ruin the party.” Azirphale glanced up at the sky and narrowed his eyes at the grey clouds rolling in. He snapped his fingers and the clouds zipped out of the sky to be replaced with nothing but blue.

           “Your lot will notice that,” Crowley said, leaning against the table. “They’ll be quite a rainstorm in Edinburgh.”

           “I don’t get too many letters from home office anymore,” Aziraphale told him. “And it’s not as if Scotland will notice a bit of extra rain.”

           “Quite right.”

           “Now, try a bit of the brie. It’s to die for.”

                                                           ***

           “You know angel,” Crowley started conversationally. He had his leg thrown over one of Aziraphale’s chairs and was just the right side of drunk. “If you wanted something devilish to nibble on, you could always have me.”

           Aziraphale dropped his wine glass and it shattered on the floor. Crowley absentmindedly waved his hand and the glass pieced itself back together. “Crowley, we can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

           Crowley took his sunglasses off and stood up after a bit of a wobble. “Neither of us have cared about what was right for quite some time, angel.”

           Aziraphale’s mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish gasping for air. Crowley sauntered over, but in his inebriated state it was more like an awkward shuffle. “I’m not interested,” Aziraphale said after a moment, having taken some time to find his voice again.

           “Thought your lot frowned on the whole lying thing.”

           “I’m not lying!” Aziraphale said indignantly. “I have no interest in you whatsoever. It would be ridiculous. I’d rather kiss a snake.”

           “I am a snake.”

           “Yes well, I’m drunk,” Aziraphale said, backing away slowly. “It wouldn’t be proper, Crowley. You are not a piece of cake or a delightful egg with its insides scooped out. You’re a demon and I’m an angel and - and – oh sod it.”

           Aziraphale grabbed Crowley by the front of his stylish suit and pulled him into a kiss. Crowley grinned against the angel’s lips and let himself be devoured greedily. The kiss was indulgent, as all the best things were, unhurried. If there was one thing the angel and demon had since they’d stopped the world from ending, it was time.

#ineffable husbands #i write things #unprompted #no one asked for this but I wrote it anyway #Aziraphale x Crowley #i just love them so much

[moonsabr]

Disney Fever Rant

Let’s be honest with ourselves, the Family Friendly Disney©️™️ Corporation became nothing but another soulless, creatively bankrupt, money hungry business that has a board full of greedy — potentially and allegedly (don’t sue me Disney) potentially criminally so — directors who, according to Abigail Disney allegedly underpay their employees, and only put in any sort “effort” (READ: spending half of their film’s marketing budget buying up opening night seats to make sure that every single one of their films makes $1 Billion dollars because God forbid Disney have a single flop), believed they didn’t need to market Galaxy’s Edge because Chief Executive Asshole Bob “I know we’re having a bad quarter & our PR is in the shitter but imma take a book tour for my autobiography real quick” Iger thought it would market itself (this is the same Disney CEO Bob Iger, by the way, who keeps raising prices because he’s so confident in the brand created, built, and embedded permanently within previous decades of Americana due to the hard work and creative genius of Walt Disney that he believes he can peddle out absolute garbage without consequence. CEO of Disney Lil’ Bitch Bobbie “My salary is 1,000x Greater Than the Average Disney Employees Even Though My Decisions Are Causing a Cutback in Hours and Even Getting People Laid Off” Iger really got his head up his ass because he believes he can say shit insanely out of touch and greedy shit like “[I can’t imagine] a maximum price guests will pay for a ticket to [our] theme parks” and keep hiking up the prices until one day, big surprise, this foolish, smug turd charged too much or didn’t market enough or maybe, people are just not blinded by the now-defunct and decades-long neglected Disney Magic™️ because the man in charge is more focused on a single-minded and extremely concerning-to-artistic-integrity-and-the-very-concepts-of-free-speech-and-fair-trade-and-anti-monopolistic fair business practices of purchasing every potentially lucrative IP known to man in a move so anti-competitive that they were forced by the fucking U.S. Justice Department to sell off some of their news properties — oh, but it’s okay, guys! The extremely hardworking and under-appreciated employees of Disney World will finally be making a baseline amount of $15/hour, so at least those hardworking folks can have the chance of affording a shared apartment less than 40 minutes away from the park! And hey, at least we’ll inevitably get a Summer Blockbuster X-Men trilogy, which I’m sure won’t be a bland and extremely superficial set of films more concerned with entertaining a general audience than preserving the heart of X-Men and why it was created and what it continues to symbolize. Good Ol’ Bobbie Buy-ger’s “Hello, Fellow Children” Disney will absolutely not make a mockery of the integrity with which those contemporaneously radical set of complex and volatile cultural and sociopolitical issues of the 1960′s were addressed via the humanization of both the protagonistic X-Men, who were peaceful advocates for the (then-primarily racially coded) mutants’ integration and equality within a society that is terrified and disgusted by them, in contrast with the slowly developing and unexpected depth of character and humanization of the members of the Brotherhood of Mutants, who are constantly portrayed as an antagonistic but not wholly evil foil to the X-Men as a much more violent group of radicals with a more extreme and militant approach to gaining mutant’s rights (coded heavily at the time, of course, as the Black Panther Movement) which fought for an apartheid with a zealous “Mutant’s First” slogan, believing themselves superior to humans without the X-Gene. And because of the appropriately addressed and carefully handled themes, mutants occasionally even switched sides because after all, they were all fighting for mutant rights. Baring in mind the intricacies and mature themes of X-Men and the MCU’s masterfully sophisticated and tactfully manifold take on sexism which can be succinctly summarized as “WOMAN GOOD; MAN BAD” (which strikes me as particularly unusual narrative composition to frame the villain, who has assaulted a stranger and stolen his property because he gave her a cheesy pickup line that wasn’t particularly sexual or intimidating, as the hero of the story — clearly, if the Disney MCU is willing to create such an experimental piece of avant-garde cinema verité wherein the reality of a cruel, spiteful, and sadistic person is constantly thrust into the spotlight and incessantly touted as a heroic figure is put on display. None of this would have been possible, however, without a courageously flawless and unconventional choice to hire Brie Larson via the application of typage casting, allowing Boden and Fleck to shine a  b l a c k  m i r r o r , if you will allow me to be so edgy and bold as to use such a trite phrase in this post Netflix world, on our own flawed society, they will be capable of producing a mere three trivial films on something so relatively simplistic as translating the extremely volatile and divided zeitgeist of race relations in the height of the civil rights movement into a modern, appropriate, and respectful piece of representative fiction.

I’m sure Disney CEO Bob “Galaxy’s Edge Only Severely Underperformed Because People Were Worried There Would Be Too Many People There and This Has Nothing to Do With the Fact that I Thought My Dick Was Bigger Than It Actually Is and So I Thought I Could Get Away Without Marketing it Whatsoever Until Like 3 Months Before it Opened in Disneyland Because I Realized (but will never, ever admit) that I Fucked Up After they Low Crowds in Disney World and Over-Estimated the Current Value Of the Star Wars Brand After Green-Lighting A Film Wherein All the Original Characters Left Were Bastardized and Shat On So Now Everyone Who Wants to Watch TV Will Have A 35% Chance of Being Assaulted By Our Incessant Ads for this Bullshit Because I Bought a Bunch of Shit with No Creative Vision in Mind and Am So Incompetent and Think So Lowly of My Own Customer Base that I Signed Off on a Plan for This Park that Didn’t Include Most of the ‘Immersive Experience’ as Advertised Because I Truly Believe Most Consumers are So Stupid That They Will not Notice or Care that They’ve Paid ~$400-$500 per Person to Get Access to a Glorified Shopping Mall with Extremely Overpriced Toys that You Can’t Even Use within Park Grounds” Iger will make sure these concepts are addressed via internal, philosophical dilemmas such as “What level of respect do we owe to our oppressors?” and “How much humanity should we offer to those who don’t offer us the same courtesy in return?” that were written and drawn by a couple of Jewish WWII-Veterans who had fought violently on enemy soil for their right to live and be seen as human and were, twenty years later, observing an uprising against a disturbingly similar “Separate but Equal” system that was reminiscent of the insidious and dehumanizing relegation of German Jewish communities into ghettos implemented early during the Nazi regime. I’m just feeling so fucking positive about this Fox acquisition guys, because I’m just so sure somebody whose very goal is to buy up all his competition and suppress even the most constructive of criticism is truly concerned about honestly and properly representing a title with so many counter-cultural and anti-establishmentarian ideals that aren’t already commonly accepted in today’s political climate, right? At least we get the X-Men in the MCU, right gamers?!?!?!?!!!!!!

Regardless of how you feel about Disney, you can’t deny that the company’s board atm is entirely creatively bankrupt and out of touch. For god’s sake, they created a hyper-realistic CGI remake of The Lion King that perfectly represents the state of the Disney Corporation today: bland, boring, forgettable, and completely lacking in any sort of creative vision.

#i wrote this after being awake for 20 hours with a 100.1 degree fever #i have not edited it such that you too may enjoy its insane ramblings #lets be honest #bob iger is dead and i killed him #idk how to even tag this #marv*l #mcpoo #i actually dont hate the mcu #just disney #d*sney #bob i pooped my pants iger #bitch iger #fever rant #not art #not writing #sabr rants #sick sabr rants #the official roast of bob iger #unedited for your viewing pleasure/horror

[helloalycia]

fake dating [five] // brie larson

summary: certain revelations come to light when you and Brie attend your mum's bachelorette party.

warning/s: none.

author's note: I'm really glad y'all are enjoying this!! thanks for all the wonderful feedback :)

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          "I don't want to be here."

         "You've said that a total of nineteen times since being here now," Brie said with a laugh, before dragging me to the table in the middle of the bar.

         "Because it's true," I mumbled, flinching when the table of women cheered at Brie and I's arrival.

         It was the night before the wedding and of course my mum would have a bachelorette party. I know for sure I didn't organise it – wasn't there an age limit on that? My mum was in her fifties now, come on... – but somebody had. One of my mum's friend's daughters, I think.

         All I knew was that Brie and I had to make an appearance, so here we were. In some stinky bar with a group of women I only knew half of and didn't care for any of them. They were the kind of people I saw at an event for my mum or something. They weren't bad people, just not my cup of tea.

         "Girls! You made it!" Madison, my mum's friend's daughter screamed with delight, dragging Brie and I to some chairs.

         "Had no choice...," I mumbled to which Brie nudged me and smiled at Madison.

         "Of course! It's a special night for Y/M/N," Brie said, looking to my mum, who was smiling.

         "I appreciate this, girls, thank you," my mum said, looking between us all. "I'm not as young as I used to be, so I apologise if I leave early."

         Madison laughed and wrapped an arm around my mum's shoulders. "We'll start off easy, Y/M/N." Madison looked between us all with mischievous eyes. "Shots for everyone!"

         Everyone cheered, even Naomi who didn't seem as annoying as usual. Brie laughed and I forced a small smile, feeling a little out of place.

         A waiter came to the table, setting down a tray of shot glasses filled with god knew what. Everybody was loud and excited and eventually drinking, and I felt uncomfortable. I was never one for drinking and bars and parties, so this wasn't fun for me like it was for everyone else.

         The next hour was just me watching everyone else get progressively drunker and it was quite amusing to be the only sober one. Even my mum was out of it which was definitely a sight.

         "...Isaac treats me well and I can't wait to be his wife," she slurred, a grin on her lips. Everybody listened intently as she continued. "He's not too bad in bed either, ladies."

         I choked on my water and everybody laughed.

         "This is my cue to leave and be anywhere else but here," I announced, standing up and heading to the bar, hearing their laughter from behind me. That was way too much information for me to deal with.

         I took at a seat at the bar and asked the bartender for a sprite, which he gave me pretty quickly. I felt a presence behind me and somebody's hand on my back soon enough.

         "Hey, you all good?" It was Brie and she took a seat beside me, a drink in hand and a smile on her lips.

         "Yeah, just needed to get away from all of that," I said, nodding in my mum's direction. "How about you? You seem to be enjoying yourself."

         Brie nodded, sipping her drink. "It's fun, I gotta admit. I thought I'd be uncomfortable at first, but it's alright. And a drink doesn't hurt, does it?"

         I laughed as she clinked her glass with mine. She was a little tipsy and it was definitely a sight to see.

         "You can go back," I said, smiling knowingly at her. "I don't need a babysitter."

         She raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

         I nodded, slurping my sprite from my straw. "I'm sure. I got my drink and I'm not hearing about my mum's sex life. All is right with the world." She laughed and I nodded her way. "Go have some fun. You deserve it after this week."

         She grinned and jumped off her stool. "Thanks, Y/N," she said, giving me a haste kiss on the cheek which took me by surprise.

         She disappeared from my side and I was left reminded by the thought of her lips against my own. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her having fun with the other girls. I cracked a small smile, glad at least she was enjoying herself.

         Another hour in and my mum had gone back to her room, tired and almost out of it. Majority of the girls were drunk by now, either flirting with whoever happened to walk by or daring to try the karaoke machine with a drink in their hand. Seeing someone fall of the stage was definitely the highlight of my evening.

         I wanted to leave of course, but I didn't because Brie was having way too much fun. I think she'd even befriended one of the girls which was nice to see. I wanted to make sure she'd get back to our room safe, so I stayed for as long as she would, busying myself with a book I'd snuck along with me.

         I was sat on a chair in the least busy part of the bar, by a coffee table with my glass of water on it, untouched, when I heard Brie yell my name. I looked up and was immediately sat on by the drunk blonde, forcing me to drop my book and catch her to sit her up straight.

         "Brie, what are you doing?" I asked, smiling with amusement at the giggling girl.

         "I missed you," she admitted, resting her head in my neck. I could see she had yet another drink in her hand and the alcohol was strong on her breath.

         "Brie, you should maybe wrap it up for the night," I suggested, taking the glass from her hand and putting it on the coffee table. I grabbed my glass of water and said, "Here, drink this."

         She pushed it away, grinning. "I don't want to! I want to tell you something."

         "You'll thank me in the morning, Brie, c'mon," I said, forcing her to hold it. "You finish that glass and I'll listen to what you want to say. Fair?"

         She sighed. "Fair."

         I watched as she downed the water before she set the glass on the coffee table clumsily, almost falling off my lap. She laughed as she got comfortable before laying on my chest, hugging me.

         "So what did you want to tell me, Brie?" I asked her, an amused smile on my face.

         She wasn't laughing anymore, but a smile was on her lips. "I should have asked you out."

         I raised my eyebrows. "Huh?"

         She sat up straight and looked me dead in the eyes, still smiling. "When we first met. Our fake dating story. Of how we met. The story was that I asked you out after I moved in. I should have. I wanted to. Really wanted to, not just for this fake date."

         I was surprised as I asked, "You wanted to ask me out?"

         She rested a hand on my shoulder and nodded. "I had a crush on you when we first met and I was planning on asking you out. I just couldn't do it. I was too scared because we became good friends and I didn't want to ruin it. I was stupid. I should have asked you out."

         My mouth went dry as I blinked. "Erm... I..."

         "Would you have said yes?" she asked, not breaking our gaze. Her smile faded. "If I had asked you. Pretend we just met and I asked you out. Would you have said yes?"

         I breathed out, feeling intimidated under her confident stare. "I–"

         "Brie, c'mon!" Madison yelled from the stage. "It's our turn for karaoke!"

         Brie turned around, momentarily distracted and laughed. "I'm coming!"

         I felt my heart racing as she turned to face me again, a smile on her lips again, as if she forgot what she asked me.

         "I want to kiss you so bad," she admitted, leaning close. "Ever since you kissed me the other day."

         "Brie, you're drunk," I said, not wanting her to do anything whilst she wasn't thinking straight. But damn, I really wanted to kiss her, too.

         She moved closer, her eyes dark and unreadable. "I know. I would never say all this sober, would I?"

         She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek before jumping off my lap and running to Madison, as if nothing just happened. I released a breath I'd been holding and ran a hand through my hair. Brie has feelings for me, all this time, and I'd completely missed it...

***

         "Come on, just put this on and then you're done," I said to Brie, struggling to pull her pyjama shirt over her head.

         Her giggles filled the dark hotel room as she laid back on the bed, wearing her pyjama pants (which took me a long time to get her into) and her bra. She smiled up at the ceiling, though God knew what she was thinking.

         "Shirt then bed, Brie, c'mon," I insisted for the umpteenth time.

         Her eyes flickered to me, a smile still gracing her lips. She finally sat up and I pulled her shirt over her head, helping her get her arms through.

         "Finally," I sighed, smiling to myself. "Now bed time. You're gonna need all the rest you can get."

         "Because the wedding is tomorrow!" she pointed out, a grin on her lips.

         "Exactly," I agreed, leading her under the covers before getting in beside her. "Now lets get some sleep."

         I yawned and turned around, my back facing Brie. Truth be told, I was still surprised at what Brie told me earlier this evening. She had liked me this whole time and I guess it kind of explained a lot... Admittedly, I'd liked her, too, when we first met. I mean, she was this beautiful, radiant, well-spoken woman I was about to move in with, but I couldn't exactly do anything, could I? We became friends and I guess I suppressed my feelings for so long and tried to dismiss them as pure admiration...

         Up was down and left was right at the moment, so all I could do was wait until tomorrow and see if Brie remembered. If she didn't, I'd have to see if I had the guts to bring it up.

         "Woah, Brie, what are you doing?"

I froze, lifting my arm up as I felt Brie spoon me from behind, snuggling her head into my shoulder.

         She sighed out, her breath tickling my neck. "You're comfy..."

         "Brie..."

         "Night, Y/N..."

         I sighed, still a little unsure with what to do, but also revelling in how comfortable she was. Finally, exhaustion making most of the decision, I rested my hand on top of hers and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

         All would be revealed in the morning, I guess.

***

         I ended up waking up earlier than Brie the following morning, so I escaped from her hold and jumped in the shower, feeling unsure of what the day would hold.

         When I finished showering, I got into some shorts and a tee before deeming it late enough to open the curtains.

         Brie groaned under the covers and raised her hand to block out the sun that poured into the room.

         "I'm hungry, get up," I said, already heading to the phone to order room service.

         "Go downstairs and eat," she mumbled tiredly, still half asleep.

         "And risk looking like a loner? No thank you. Now c'mon. Get up so we can eat."

         She groaned with annoyance as I scanned the breakfast menu beside our bed.

         "You're so lucky the wedding is in the evening," I pointed out, not looking up. "You're gonna have the worst hangover today."

         She groaned again, louder this time, making me chuckle.

         "I think I'm gonna get some boiled eggs and toast," I said aloud, before glancing to Brie. "You want pancakes?"

         She didn't respond, but simply raised her thumb in the air, making me laugh again. I ordered some food to our room as Brie peeled herself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I heard the shower running, so busied myself by making the bed and finding some painkillers to help ease Brie's head for when she came out.

         Admittedly, I grew nervous of what she would say when she did come out – would she remember what she said last night?

         The food arriving was the perfect distraction that I gladly accepted. I thanked the room service waiter and just on time, Brie walked out the bathroom with wet hair and wearing a bathrobe.

         "Medicine and water is there," I said, nodding to the dresser by the bathroom door.

         "Thank you," she mumbled, downing the water in a few gulps along with her tablets.

         "Got you pancakes with syrup and some scrambled eggs," I said, taking a seat at the table. "You doing okay?"

         She took a seat beside me and nodded, digging straight into the food, making me smile with amusement.

         "What happened last night?" she finally spoke, furrowing her eyebrows. "The last thing I remember is watching someone fall off the stage at karaoke."

         I pursed my lips. "Yeah, after that you drank a lot. You seemed like you were having fun."

         She nodded, before glancing at me with a worried look. "I didn't say or do anything stupid, did I?"

         I paused, stuck on whether or not I should tell her what she said. I wanted to, but maybe this was a sign?

         "Oh, god, what did I do?" she realised, facepalming.

         "Nothing, don't worry," I reassured. "You conked out pretty quickly when I brought you back here."

         She sighed with relief and continued to eat her food. I tried to do the same, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Had I done the right thing in not bringing it up? Because if I had, things could change between us, in a good way... isn't that what I wanted? What she wanted?

         "Do I have something on my face?" she asked, pulling me from my thoughts. "You're staring."

         She began to wipe at her mouth with a napkin adorably, making me smile. I shook my head.

          “You're good. I was just thinking."

         She shrugged and went back to eating, too tired to argue. I found myself chewing on my lip, wondering what if...

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