#i started this the other night and just kinda let it sit until now woops

[joyfullyacat]

i've been stewing on this idea for a little while doing house projects, lets see where it takes us

cw: hurt into comfort??? the mental health of robots yes i had a detroit become human phase how could you tell word count: 1.5k (not beta'd and loosely edited i apologize)

It was never exactly on your schedule to become a criminal quite literally overnight but, then again, when did life ever go to schedule?

Robots, androids, animatronics, what-have-you had just become their own sort-of people with rights being debated as of you waking upon this very day and you had just staged a wonderful breakout of some creations meant children's entertainment with the help of a child and his definitely-not-an-animatronic-bear father.

So, all in all, it was a pretty productive morning and subsequent afternoon you had.

Now in the quiet of the night, tucked away in a - hopefully abandoned - lodge that was a fair distance outside city limits and ideally far enough that any authorities searching for you would call it quits for the temporary time being. It was Sun, mini Music Man, and you currently. Gregory and Freddy took the rest somewhere else and deemed it best you took care of the daycare attendant in these times.

Except it seemed like you were the least qualified person to manage this task at this point in time.

Sun was just about to pace a hole into the carpet, mutterings coming from his voice module that were unintelligible though you could occasionally make out friend and purpose.

You could only hazard some guess to what he was actually saying but you knew this was essentially a breakdown. The closest you've seen him come to it at least. He had never gotten even halfway to this point on the daycare's busiest days of snot-nosed children and flu season.

The only reason he hadn't switched yet was probably because he, as the very first thing, had turned on just about every light in the living room upon arrival and it seemed to be just enough.

Though he needed rest.

He needed a break from being at the front of the stage.

"Sun...?" You began warily, removing the mini Music Man from your lap and tucking him off to the side on the couch you were currently sat on. Standing up after and approaching the attendant.

Drawn by either your voice or your movements, blinding eye-lights snapped to you then. Optics impossibly wide and it almost seemed like he held a grimace.

A differing emotion from one quite literally forged onto him was... Frightening.

And incredibly sobering.

"Hey... Look at me, you see me, right?"

A single nod was all he offered you, the mutterings having quieted down now as you had his attention.

"Right, you see my hand?"

His head tilted down a slight, looking over your outstretched invitation and accepting it almost immediately after. Taking your hand into his with a grateful squeeze and then he nodded in affirmation.

"Good, could we sit down?"

Hesitance.

Another nod.

You guided him carefully over to the couch, the animatronic landing on a cushion unceremoniously with an almost comedic fwump as his weight settled.

"Okay... I'm gonna be right here with you but I'm gonna have Triple-M here turn off the lights alright? I think you need a bit of rest."

Sun busied himself with messing with your hand he had hostage, offering the most smallest "Okay." That you had ever heard from him yet.

The scuttling pitter-patter of the little robot was all you needed as indicator that your plan was in action, offering silent thank you to the sweet companion as you kept your focus on Sun.

One by one, the lights went off.

Bit by bit, the tension that he held in his form began to ease and by the time the final light as clicked, he looked to you with almost sleepy relief. Eyes lidded downwards and that smile no longer seeming strained.

One final squeeze of your hand before he relinquished the hold so he wouldn't accidentally crush the limb again in the transformation sequence.

A painful lesson both him and you had learned the hard way, though that was fine.

For these two? Any way was good for you.

The rays of his head descended in a wave, a typical nightcap popping up shortly after with a flourish and a little jingle of the bell that rested in the pompom at the end. The pants were replaced by another pair that shot down his legs from the hip.

Day turned into night quite literally before your very eyes and it wasn't long until an ambient red hue filled the room.

Moon looked up to you momentarily with that burning gaze before he dropped his head with a crackly sigh, taking a moment to loosen up in the body after being pent up for so long.

At least that's what you assumed, you weren't too sure how the inner machinations worked between them.

"Thank you for that, Starbright." He offered after a few moments of silence, when you had just began to pull away to give him some privacy.

You didn't think an animatronic of any sort could sound as exhausted as he did in that moment, brows knitting towards the center as you couldn't stifle the concern you felt. Moon had the energy of someone who had been too strong for too long and finally just got to decompress but wouldn't let themselves fall down too far just yet.

"You... Alright there?" You treaded the territory carefully, the two had always been a bit prickly when it came to their own needs and wants, it had taken much cajoling to get them to admit a number of simple things.

Cleanings, privacy, comfort, etcetera.

...Thinking on it now, no wonder the other company figured you'd be good to handle the intertwined duo. You had already been fighting for their own piece of mind for a bit now.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then all at once he grappled onto you, uncaring for your startled yelp as he clutched you close by your waist and hid his faceplate along your stomach, lengthy limbs encompassing you fully in a bodily embrace. Just sat there.

When no further action was made, you simply rested a hand on the edge of his hat, your thumb idly petting in small circles along what would be his temple.

You had always let them take the pace, even if that pace was a slow-burning candle or a roaring pyre.

Currently? It seemed the candle burning was steady after the initial burning of the wick as Moon spoke up.

"Sun is confused on why you did what you did... As am I. You've done much for us and you... Still find ways to do more."

The comment stumped you at first, your little soothing motions coming to a stop before they continued when you found your words.

"I think I've confused you before with my actions, haven't I?"

He nodded, not missing a beat.

"I know you've got a super memory in there, two in fact..." You teased kindly, leaning into him to lightly hug about his head. "What have I told you before, hm? I think I've given you many reasons."

"...You've apologized for liking us." It wasn't said unkindly, matter-of-fact and something you'd never quite live down it seemed as the very light jest was made.

"Yes I have and perhaps those two things are intertwined, if that's what you're trying to figure out. Though I'd do this for you even if I did not hold romantic interest - simply because it'd be the right thing to do."

Moon bit out with a withheld growl, "You've thrown away everything for us."

"I have but life never goes on a straight path - or at least you're often forced to make-do. You'll take wrong turns and go off trail. You'll come across holes in the way that you have to fill in by whatever means necessary."

"...So in this tangle of passageways. Where do we lie?"

You chuckled as Moon seemed to perk up at the use of metaphors, many night shifts you had spent with similar discussions. Always supplying much food for thought from your end and their own.

"I believe you are the beginning of a new path. I know not where it'll lead or what is in the way of that path but I will head down it with you all the same."

His hold momentarily tightened around you before he relaxed entirely.

"What was that thing you told us about caring, way back when."

Your brows furrowed involuntarily, immediately wracking your brain for thought.

"...When you begin to care for something, it'll tire you out in ways? But it is never regretted."

"That's right... I think Sun and I finally understand that now. You worry us but we care for you. We want the best of your health and safety and it is... Reciprocated?"

"Without a doubt." You quipped on the spot.

"Caring is a tiresome emotion but it is... A nice one. Is love the same?"

"It falls hand-in-hand with caring sometimes. It can be invigorating but draining... It is just as tangled as life I would argue."

"We'll have much unknotting to do."

You finally dropped the hug with an unbecoming snort at the joke, peering down to Moon who had finally peeled himself away to look up at you with that familiar impish air returning.

"I suppose we will, for now, let's take things one step at a time, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

-

trying to pin how i wanna write the two is a fun challenge

this is also a fun,,,maybe au to explore

i hope you enjoyed!!

#joyfic #sun x reader #sun x y/n #moon x reader #moon x y/n #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendant x y/n #i started this the other night and just kinda let it sit until now woops

[neerasrealm]

POV: Jeff the killer kidnapped you and is venting to you about his internalized homophobia

I COULDN’T THINK OF AN ACTUAL TITLE SO I WENT WITH THAT

Anyway hi this is a jeffxben fic told from jeff’s POV. a little bit angsty but mostly just cuddles and comfort. and one-liners. lots of one-liners. The ending is a lil messy and idk man I didn’t know how to finish the fic so- ignore that

Based on one of these story starters.

Word count: 1907

There are three things you need to know before you read this.

One; hi, I'm Jeff. Nice to meet ya.

Two; I killed my parents three and a half years ago. I know that's a lot to dump on you immediately but it'll be important later.

And three….I'm...gay. There. I said it. I like guys. I'm attracted to men. I want to kiss guys. Or specifically- one guy. 

He has blonde hair, dark skin and bright blue eyes. And also pointed ears. He's a ghost, specifically one that's latched onto a Nintendo 3DS and a cartridge of Majora's Mask 3D. He looks like Link- but I'm not attracted to Link. Link is a twink and that's not my style. 

His name is Ben and Ben? Ben is a bro. He's my bro. He's everyone's bro- he has that natural charisma that makes everyone like him. He's friendly, polite, funny and laid-back. He's always down to hang out with you or invite you into his room to play videogames. Everyone likes Ben. But me? I love Ben. As in- love love him. I want to kiss his goofy face. His lips probably taste like cheetos and beef jerky. Gross. I hate how much I think about how his lips would taste. 

So now you're probably thinking "hey Jeff, why are you just vomiting your gay thoughts on me? Go tell him you love him."

But There's A Problem.

My parents- the dead ones- were really homophobic. Being gay just wasn't something you did. And it still feels wrong to me- which is weird considering the fact that my new adoptive parents are two gay men and my foster siblings are mostly homosexuals. But it still feels wrong. No matter how much I'm exposed to it I still feel that slight guilt whenever I catch myself admiring Ben while he trash talks someone, and I want to punch myself whenever I wake up from a dream about cuddling him. 

So that brings me to this situation. 

Picture this, okay? I'm sitting on his bed with a controller in my hand. We're playing smash bros and having a great time. I'm having...not a good day. You remember the dead parents thing? The trauma I mentioned? Yeah that's been haunting me all fucking day and I'm not feeling good. At all. And of course I'm not gonna tell anybody about it, because that means I have to address the problem. And I never, ever, address problems. Ever. They'll fester in me till the day I die. Like maggots.

That's gross I apologise.

But- yeah. I'm not feeling good and I'm hiding this fact from Ben because he cheers me up way better when he doesn't know I'm sad. 

"Hah! Gotcha!" 

"Shit-!" I swear as my character (king k rool, in case you wondering) flies off the stage. Ben laughs and woops beside me in victory. I shoot him a glare.

"Man you suck at this game." He laughs.

"I don't suck." I spit back. "You're just really good."

"Suuure you are." The smug look he gives me makes me wanna punch him. My hand curls into a fist in my lap. I grunt at him in response. He laughs and nudges me. "Hey it's alright Jeffy," I hate that nickname with the burning passion of a thousand suns. "You'll learn how to play soon enough."

"Lay off, man." I mutter back. I drop the controller and he snickers.

"Aww c'mon don't tell me you're rage quitting on me."

"Shut up dude just-" I shoot him an agitated look. "Just shut your stupid mouth okay?"

His smile drops. "Hey, you okay man?" Shit. He sounds worried.

"I'm fine." I grunt back. He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. "Get off."

The hand withdraws. I hear him shift on the bed next to me. "Hey, dude-" he frowns. "Are you feeling alright today? Do you- need to talk or chill or…?"

I glare at Ben. He's being nothing but supportive and kind and what am I doing? Being an ass. "No I don't need to fucking chill." I growl at him. "I'm fine, alright? Just fine."

"Alright…" it's quiet for a bit while Ben turns off the game. Eventually he speaks again. "You wanna watch a movie or something? I'm tired so…"

This is a trick. He's tricking me into taking care of my mental health. Fuck you Ben, I'll be as mentally ill as I want. 

‘’I’m gonna go to my room.’’ I stand up and immediately get YANKED back onto the bed by my hood. Ben’s noodle arms wrap around my waist and hold me tight. ‘’Dude-!’’ this is getting a little tOO HOMO-EROTIC, BENNY BOY.

‘’Stay.’’ he murmurs. ‘’I wanna keep an eye on you.’’

‘’Why?’’ I snarl. ‘’Because I’m a stupid kid that can’t look after himself?! Huh?!’’

Ben flinches. ‘’Jeff-’’ he murmurs. ‘’It’s not that I don’t trust you it’s because I know that you need the company right now.’’ he frowns. ‘’Just- lemme keep an eye on you, alright…?’’

Fuck.

Fuck.

fuuuuUUUUUCK.

Why does he CARE SO MUCH. I HATE IT. I’m gonna slam my head into a wall. Gimme a minute.

…

Okay wall slamming accomplished. Back to my predicament. 

‘’Fine.’’ I grunt. He (unfortunately) lets go of me. It’s silent. And uncomfortable. I pick at my fingers. He tilts his head at me.

‘’So- anything you wanna do?’’

I wanna hug you and kiss you and tell you I love you please Ben I’m gay and homophobic at the same time. ‘’Not really.’’

Ben puts a hand on my shoulder and scoots closer. He rests his hand on my other shoulder and...oh god I can fucking smell his hair from here- that’s creepy. Why am I creepy. Actually don’t answer that one. He looks up at me, bright blue eyes shining with kindness. ‘’You wanna talk about it…?’’ he asks gently. Normally I wouldn’t talk about my problems. Ever. But Ben is giving me puppy dog eyes.

‘’...I’m just thinking about mom and dad.’’ I mumble. He nods. ‘’They- treated me like shit. And I keep thinking about the shit they’d say to me-’’ I look down at him. He nods encouragingly. ‘’It’s like...they fucking hated me for all the shit I did- and now I’m here and people are understanding? And Slender- is actually trying to learn why I’m like this? Like- diagnosing me and shit to try and help…’’ I frown. ‘’And I’m just thinking like- if they’d sent me to a therapist would it be different? If I’d just gotten diagnosed or something-’’ I shake my head. ‘’I dunno man…’’

He sits up a bit. He hugs me, pulling me against him. My face goes fucking red. ‘’Maybe things would’ve…’’ he murmurs. ‘’But we can’t change the past...there’s no magic ocarina to take us back in time unfortunately.’’ of course he made a zelda reference. Of course. ‘’We just gotta accept what we got now,’’ he smiles. ‘’And we got each other, right? That’s something to be happy about, isn’t it?’’

Oh god Jeff don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Not here. Not in front of the man you love. 

…

And you’re crying. Good job Jeff.

I’m not a loud crier. But I am a gross crier. I get all snotty and stuttery and can’t get my voice out properly. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and silently roll down my gross scarred face. Ben reaches over and brushes them off with cold fingers. He feels cold as he hugs me but I don’t care. I wrap an arm around him and tug him closer. I can feel his breath on my neck as he gently shushes me. He sounds so caring, so...loving. Like a parent should treat their mentally ill kid. 

‘’B-ben-’’ I stammer out. He’s rubbing circles in my back. ‘’I lo-’’ wait what am I saying. ‘’I l-love-’’ WAIT HOLD ON- ‘’I love you…’’

SHIT

FUCK

NO

WAIT-

He hugs me tight and I shiver in the coldness of his body. ‘’I love you too…’’ his voice is soft and gentle. I believe him. I believe that he loves me. Genuinely- like I actually matter to him. He’d miss me if I was gone. And that- that’s a lot. I’ve spent my whole life feeling like it wouldn’t matter if I disappeared off the face of the earth. You wouldn’t care, my parents wouldn’t have cared. But Ben? Ben cares…

Which is why I proceed to squeeze the life (or lack thereof) out of him and sob into his shoulder. He holds me tight until I’ve (kinda) calmed down. He pulls away and tilts my head up to look at him. As gentle and as loving as I’d dreamed him, he wipes tears out of my eyes. I sob horsley and stare at him. He cups my face in his cold hands and smiles down at me.

‘’There you go…’’ he murmurs. ‘’See? I knew you just needed to get it out.’’ he smiles at me. I just- told him I love him. And he’s not making a big deal of it. That’s good, right?? That means he accepts me- right?

Right...yeah. Yeah, Ben accepts me. Ben doesn’t judge. 

‘’Yeah…’’ I gulp and look away from him awkwardly. ‘’Hey uh- do you wanna-’’ I fiddle with my hands again. ‘’Do you wanna...watch a movie or something? Together.’’

He nods and smiles. ‘’I’d love to.’’

And so- we end up watching not one, not two, but three movies, late into the night. And the entire time he’s curled up in my lap, comfy as can be. As the credits on our last movie roll, he looks up at me.

‘’Hey Jeff?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’I love you.’’

My face goes bright fucking red. I don’t need to see it, I can feel it. I bury my face in my hands out of embarrassment. I hear him laugh at me like the bastard he is. I shoot him a glare from in between my fingers. I want to say it. I really do. I want to tell him I love him back but- it’s- it’s hard. He reaches up and pulls one of my hands away, letting him see me.

‘’You don’t have to say it back. It’s okay. I know.’’ He hugs my waist and rests his head against my chest. ‘’I can wait...until you’re ready.’’

It’s at this point I start crying. Again. 

Ben shushes me gently and runs his hand through my hair. And...as I looked down at him- it finally clicked. I don’t have to put the shield up- not around him. Ben is different. Ben...Ben is good.

Yeah.

Ben is good.

I guess...the reason why I’m telling you this- well...not telling, I guess- writing. The reason why I’m writing this is because...I feel like it’s something important. I need to remember it because...it’s a step. A step in me learning to accept myself. It sounds corny yeah but- fuck off okay? I’m full of trauma and insecurities. I’m allowed be a little sappy.

I don’t know who’ll end up reading this- I mean I’m literally scribbling it into a notebook I found in his drawer. There’s only two people who I really want this to be seen by. Ben, because he deserves to know how much he’s affected and helped me, and two...my brother. Though I doubt he’d ever find this- heh- 

I...love Ben. And that’s okay. At least- to me, I think it is.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta fanfic #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #ben drowned #jeffdrowned #jeffxben #jeffben #writing

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 257: New Year’s Party and All Might Feels

Previously on BnHA: The kids ate some yummy cotton candy and got to demolish a bunch of robots in flashy and expensive ways, because U.A. is every child’s dream school and All Might is getting closer to finally achieving his goal of being The Cool, Fun Teacher. There was also some cute Kirimina and Izuocha stuff, and also some panels of All Might watching Deku with a wistful dad smile which was both heartwarming and also makes me slightly terrified for his chances of surviving to the end of this series, but what else is new. Anyway so after class we cut to Aizawa and Mic who were all “we’re still sad fyi” until the Big Three interrupted them to get Aizawa to come help with Eri’s quirk. Meanwhile, All Might sat down with Deku and Kacchan and gave Deku a notebook all about THE PAST SUCCESSORS AND THE SIXQUIRKS. And we’d better be covering that pronto in this chapter because holy shit I had to wait two weeks after that cliffhanger and that was not fucking fair.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan and Deku read about the one quirk user WE ALREADY FUCKING KNEW ABOUT before they get bored and decide that WE DON’T NEED TO HEAR ANY MORE ABOUT ANY OF THOSE OTHER LAME QUIRKS APPARENTLY. In an effort to console me, All Might reveals that Shimura Nana’s quirk was THE POWER OF FUCKING FLYING YEAH BITCHES, which does admittedly warm my heart. Also Deku and Kacchan have an entire page of going back and forth at each other like the squabbling siblings they are and that helps too. Also we then cut to all of the 1-A kids having a New Year’s party, and yeah, Horikoshi admittedly knows how to play me like a goddamn fiddle I guess. The chapter then takes a sudden swerve for the nostalgic, with Deku and pals reminiscing about how much they’ve grown and how lucky they are, before we cut to All Might who’s sitting on a bench having Winter Night Angst until he’s comforted by Aizawa of all people, because this chapter is actually fucking great. And then we cut to THREE FUCKING MONTHS LATER LMAOOOO [blows noisemaker] SHIGARACALYPSE 2020 COMING ATCHA KIDS. WOOP WOOP.

okay so I have been persuaded to try out the fan scanlation this week! for several reasons: (1) the new scanlators have had a few weeks now to improve their game and I’m curious to see what the quality is like, (2) there are already spoilers all over my dashboard lol and I’m tired of trying to dodge them, and finally (3) I have nothing else to do this afternoon and I wanna read it. SO IMMA READ IT. BRING ON THE SIXQUIRKS OF DEKU THE NINTH

-- GOD DAMMIT ALL MIGHT

I assume that those are the two shadowy ones, then? Bakushadow and PonytailShadow? goddammit. meanwhile even if we didn’t have that whole mystery, the second user would still be the one I’m most curious about, because (s)he was the first one to actually get OFA handed down to them, and to say that I’m curious about how exactly that went down would be putting it mildly. like how the hell did Lil Bro figure out that he could pass his fucking quirk down to people. and what exactly was the trial and error process involved, if any. was he just like. “dude, come here, I want to try something okay? this is gonna sound really fucking weird but hear me out... I want you to eat my hair” 

sob, honestly a time-traveling Bakugou who already knows how The Whole Deal Works might honestly be the least bizarre explanation. I have so many questions ughh

btw I do also want to call attention to the fact that this chapter is titled “make it your own”, a.k.a. the mantra that Kacchan has been trying to get Deku to adopt since the provisional license exam. so this I do like. that is very promising

hmmMMMMMMMM

motherfuckin time travel is starting to sound more and more likely you guys. oh my god. but how?? someone’s quirk?? or maybe they can just get Mei to build them a machine. fuck it, she’s already upgraded Deku’s costume ten thousand times with random crap, what’s one more. you read it here first, Deku’s next upgrade will be gloves that carry him back and forth in time

lmao Katsuki

on the one hand that is very rude, but on the other hand I too would like him to get to talking about the ones whose quirks he actually did learn about. so yeah. [taps watch] we gonna do this All Might, or

lmao Deku’s asking about Blackwhip and meanwhile Katsuki’s just PICKING UP THE NOTEBOOK, WITHOUT EVEN ASKING, YOINK

(ETA: Kacchan with a normal face is such a rare Charizard of a panel that I just have to stop for a moment to appreciate it. take a good look everyone, we probably won’t get this again for another 50 chapters.)

fucking thank you Kacchan. holy shit. I mean All Might worked hard on it, might as well make use of it. and never mind the explicit “FOR YOUNG MIDORIYA” plastered on the cover I guess lol

also!! BALDY FINALLY GOT HIMSELF A NAME OMGGGGG. “LARIAT.” we’ll see how Caleb translates that tomorrow, I guess. I have no idea what it means but I’m excited!!! yay naaaames

OH THAT’S JUST HIS ALIAS HE’S GOT A REAL NAME TOO OH SNAP

(ETA: also there’s the expected “go” since he’s #5. so that’s apparently still a thing, meaning the mystery behind nos. 2 and 3 is still as perplexing as ever. maybe a bit of a stretch, but does anyone suppose that the “己” at the end of Katsuki’s given name could be interpreted as kind of looking like the Arabic numeral for two? eh? eh??)

seems to be causing a whole lot of collateral damage, but hey, price you pay for being a badass

oh my god my sons are bickering

(ETA: but lmao though at Katsuki being all “YOU THINK EVERY FUCKING QUIRK IS AMAZING” because sob it’s true.)

Katsuki please. first of all WHY WOULD YOU ONLY GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT THE ONE FUCKING QUIRK WE ALREADY KNEW, and two, I kinda need at least one of those quirks to be at least a little bit badass, because fucking shit you guys, uhhhh. [gestures frantically to the last page of chapter 255]  nyghhnghh. and also!! [gestures to the last two pages of chapter 245] ...

hmm so All Might says that Kacchan is right, and that it makes sense that most of the quirks would be weak ones because AFO made it his business to stomp out any strong quirk users on account of the whole “he’s fucking evil” thing and all of that world domination biz

look how evil

oh wow

goddamn that’s one hell of an image. all these fallen heroes desperately trying to make sure that their power, the world’s only hope, doesn’t die out with them

so then from the way All Might makes it sound, it seems like some of the successors maybe weren’t carefully selected at all, but instead they were just the ones who happened to be in the right (wrong??) place at the right time. maybe some of them were fellow soldiers in the war against AFO, and when their comrades fell they were there to pick up the gauntlet. that actually makes a hell of a lot of sense

and also the way they seem to be passing on the quirk appears to be the blood-on-blood method rather than the hair-eating method, so that also potentially addresses my snarky rambling earlier in this very recap lol. Lil Bro may not have meant to pass it on at all; he might have just been gripping some spiky-haired passerby’s hand while mortally wounded, and knowing that his time was up, and hoping against hope that this MYSTERIOUS KACCHAN-LOOKING STRANGER would somehow be able to take up the fight and continue what he started. and then lo and behold

-- motherFUCKER HE REALLY JUST PUT IT BACK DOWN ON THE TABLE LIKE

SO, I GUESS WE JUST DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THE OTHER QUIRKS THEN! WELL FINE. let’s just never talk about anything I’m dying to know about again ever!!

“seems they’ve all died young” WELL ISN’T THAT JUST FINE AND FUCKING DANDY. what a wonderful legacy All Might has bequeathed unto our sprightly green protagonist. what a barrel of laughs this has turned out to be

sob my son literally doesn’t know how to take his foot off the gas

but I guess it’s not necessarily a bad thing to have someone there who only relentlessly knows how to go forward, forward, forward

SDFLKSHDOGIHSOGISHLGKSDLFJ

EXCUSE ME, MCFUCKING WHAT DID YOU SAY?! SO YOU’RE TELLING ME MY BEST GIRL COULD FUCKING FLY, IS THAT IT?? AM I READING THIS RIGHT?? WAIT -- HOW DO YOU BREATHE, AGAIN?? OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD, I

LOL WHAT THE FUCK

(ETA: I left the edges of his speech bubble in while cropping this so everyone can appreciate just how spiky it is.)

me too kid!! you were playing quirk bingo, right? it was only a matter of time before someone came along with flying powers and we all knew it. I’ve been saying it and saying it, Deku was born to touch the sky

lulz he’s screaming at Deku that he can already fly with his explosions, so now while Deku works on mastering his own flying quirk, Katsuki will pull ahead of him SO THAT MAKES HIM THE WINNER I GUESS. lol honestly this speech is one of the nerdiest things he’s ever done and I almost wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d ended it with “OWNED!!!” watch him look around for a mic to drop

oh my god

this isn’t even rival energy, this is sibling energy. like, this one panel is some of the rawest fucking sibling energy I’ve ever seen. the relentless shittalking, the competition over absolutely nothing, the ridiculous faces... just, wow

anyway so I have a ton of thoughts about Katsuki’s current feelings toward Deku ever since the Endeavor and Natsuo “you don’t have to forgive me” thing, but the short version is that I think Katsuki lately has actually been really worried about upsetting the status quo with Deku, and, well... “losing” Deku, so to speak. I think during the internship he finally clued in to the fact that he actually had been a real certified jerkweiner to Deku, but more importantly he woke up to the realization that he doesn’t know for sure if Deku actually has forgiven him. like, he’s been going around thinking that it’s in the past, that it doesn’t matter, and then along come the Todorokis with all their drama, and he sees that and he realizes oh shit, sometimes people secretly have tons of resentment that’s just burning away at them underneath and shit!

and so the thought is kind of eating at him now that Deku might not have actually forgiven him, and he’s actually really scared of that, and so he’s reacting in two different ways: one, by being irrationally annoyed/angry with Deku for having that power over him (the power to either forgive him or not), even though that’s his own fault; and two, by trying in his own way to aggressively push things toward being the way they were back when they were little kids before their whole falling out. which, in his mind, means them being rivals. like, in the second character book, there’s a section that’s all about the characters’ relationships with each other, and in for Deku it says he views his and Kacchan’s relationship as “childhood friends”, but from Katsuki’s perspective, their relationship is listed as “childhood rivals.” so yeah

anyway so I guess I lied about this being “the short version” (I’m gonna have to essay about this more in a separate post I think), but basically I think that in Katsuki’s mind this kind of juvenile making-faces-and-egging-each-other-on thing is how he interprets their friendship, and he’s very awkwardly trying to get back to that

anyway! I got hella sidetracked there so let’s get back to the plot shall we. there’s a sweet panel of All Might smiling at the two of them because I think he also sees that this scene is somehow heartwarming in its own bizarre way lol

and then WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO THE DORMS YESSSSSS

(ETA: stray thought -- it’s an absolute fucking delight to see all of the male characters cooking for once while the girls, as far as I can see, are just sitting around chilling in the living area. like I’m sure they are helping as well, but you have no idea how fucking refreshing it is to not have the girl characters be all “WE’LL COOK FOR YOU BOYS SINCE YOU’RE SO HOPELESS AND/OR YOU’RE WORKING SO HARD TEEHEE.” holy shit. it’s great.)

to answer your question, Sero, they’ve been having secret powwows with All Might and discussing things like how Kacchan is objectively better than Deku it’s science, and how to make Deku fly. what have you all been doing

OH I SEE YOU ARE HAVING DINNER

is that Tokoyami running like a Hanna-Barbera character in the background. every time I think I have a handle on his character Horikoshi has a new twist ready to keep me on my toes. also lol at Kirishima remembering how Kacchan did jackall to help during the Christmas party, and making sure he does his part this time IF HE WANTS TO EAT

(ETA: lol so after rereading this that’s clearly Deku in the background. I still think it looks more like Tokoyami though! but obviously the two of them are the only ones still in their uniforms, so.)

OH BOY OH BOY NOW THIS CHAPTER IS CRACKIN’

TODOROKI SHOUTO!! YOU HAVE BROUGHT SHAME UNTO YOUR FAMILY! lmao he’s so quick to answer “IT WAS ME I DID IT” with his two fucking exclamation points too lol. I don’t know why that’s so amusing to me but it is and I love it

meanwhile Horikoshi got a little too playful when drawing that Momochako page there huh. drew the back of her head but was then like “BUT THEN YOU CAN’T SEE HER ADORABLE SMILE” but he couldn’t be assed to redraw it so he improvised. IT’S CALLED ART

ahhhhhhh class B is joining them yesssss!! and Kodai’s bringing a couch oh my god such an excellent and practical application of her Ant-Man quirk to make sure everyone has someplace to sit these children are so cooperative and wise

YAY WHOLESOME NEW YEAR’S PARTY ANTICS

KATSUKI HAS UPGRADED FROM SANTA GRUMP TO SITTING NICELY WITH HIS SQUAD!! SHOUJI IS WEARING ANOTHER OF HIS LEGENDARY PONCHOS!! TSUYU JUST SAVED MINA’S LIFE!! KOUDA BROUGHT HIS BUNNY BECAUSE BUNNY DESERVES TO PARTY TOO!! AND AOYAMA IS PROBABLY WEARING A ROBE, BUT I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT IT’S A DRESS AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME!! NEW YEAR NEW HIM YES CHEERS

oh my god they’re starting to reminisce, no my emotions were not ready for this please chill out kids

look at them talking like they’re all grown up now

you do realize you all are still just babies right. “it was a crazy ride... back then we were so young...” is that Joe Cocker’s version of With a Little Help from My Friends I hear playing in the background. why has the film quality gone all grainy. what is this what’s happening

THANK YOU IIDA

as expected from the resident 40-year-old. please tell these children to get a grip. they’re out here talking about which Roth IRAs they’re going to get and how much their lower backs hurt

also, this scanlation hasn’t been too bad so far, but I feel like knowing it’s “Iida” and not “Lida” is like the bare minimum of translating a chapter of BnHA. like at least get the names right. but anyway I cropped that part of the panel out regardless because Mineta’s face was ruining the atmosphere so it’s all good

oh no. oh shit wait. what’s going on here

do not tell me this is one of those “calm before the storm/AND THAT WAS THE LAST TIME EVERYONE WAS ALL TOGETHER AND HAPPY EVER AGAIN” things. please no. please tell me I’m overreacting and grossly misinterpreting the general vibe here. fuck

also though, you see that bit in the Kacchan panel though lol. so yeah their relationship is just like that. it’s weird but they like it

jesus christ now Deku is sitting there saying “I’m very fortunate” with this face like he’s just DARING fate to come on over and punch him in the balls. DEKU!!

no!!!! [swipes at the air in an attempt to ward off the oncoming plot] go away! shoo!

and interestingly, Tokoyami is watching him!

do you want in on this plot too buddy. is that it. well your mentor has gotten himself all wound up in this spider’s web by this point, so why not. if we’re gonna have angst I guess the more the merrier

LMAO NEVER MIND, THE VERY NEXT PANEL HE’S ASKING DEKU TO PASS THE FUCKING PONZU AGAIN. DEKU COULD YOU FUCKING SNAP TO IT ALREADY HOW MANY GODDAMN TIMES DOES HE HAVE TO ASK

NOW ALL MIGHT IS SITTING ALONE ON A BENCH OUTSIDE THE TEACHER’S DORMS AND AIZAWA IS THERE SUDDENLY

is he going to talk to him about Eri. or the whole Noumu thing. ahhhhhhh

someone please tell All Might he needs to stop acting like he’s about to die. holy shit. this is reaching unacceptable levels. the fond smile while watching Deku’s progress. another fond smile while seeing him and Bakugou going back and forth, perhaps feeling reassured that someone else will be there to look out for Deku once he’s gone. giving Deku a notebook with everything he knows about OFA. and now SITTING ON A BENCH ALONE IN THE DARK IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER WITH HIS HANDS FOLDED IN HIS LAP JUST THINKING THOUGHTS!! AND AIZAWA’S ALL “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” AND HE’S ALL “NOTHING... JUST...” HOLY FUCKING SHIT ALL MIGHT COULD YOU PLEASE NOT

but anyways so what’s this you say about training Eri now

fffFFFFFS HE’S DOING IT AGAIN

he doesn’t know if he’ll be here come springtime, that’s what’s up. the clock is ticking on Nighteye’s prophecy, and even though he swore he’d live and punch fate in the mouth, you never know though and shit but this is depressing. anyway if my guess is right he may be about to share the secret of OFA with Aizawa though, because that’s what I’d do if I thought I was possibly gonna die and my student might need someone to continue mentoring him once I was gone. so, you know, still a bummer but also YES ALL MIGHT DO ITTTTT

oh nope nevermind he’s just rambling and Aizawa doesn’t have a clue wtf he’s on about

fffff this is some prime grade A All Might angst right here, the gods have blessed us after so long oh snap oh dang

so then maybe he doesn’t think he’s dying lol. well whatever. I think it’s probably a little of column A, a little of column B, that sort of thing but hey

yo you guys, Aizawa bonding with All Might is just. [chef’s kiss] it’s been so long. I don’t think we’ve had a long scene between them since the parent teacher meetings oh my god. Aizawa definitely respects him so much more now and it’s great

totally off subject btw, but the third light novel has a chapter where the teachers all meet up at a local bar and get trashed and talk about all kinds of crap, and Aizawa drunkenly tells All Might he respects the hell out of him, and it’s an absolute delight and everyone should read it. here’s the link to the Viz edition. it’s easily the best of the light novels (though I haven’t read the fourth one which is coming out in March), and an enjoyable read from start to finish. anyways thus ends my unsponsored plug, now back to our regularly scheduled programming

yep. safe to say the days when he thought All Might was an attention-loving media whore are long gone. fuck I love this

oh my god oh my fucking god

wow. just. ...shit. this is a message that I think everyone should hear, first of all, and this is easily one of the most gorgeous and profound panels this manga has ever had. like holy shit I almost cried

and second of all, tell me something, how is Aizawa the most comforting, gentle, supportive, encouraging man in the universe, and how did we get so lucky, and can you believe this man wasn’t even planning to become a teacher holy shit. we can’t afford to lose him, ever

OH FUCK ALL MIGHT, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU START CRYING HERE --

let me tell you I did not need that flashback panel of Nighteye TODAY OF ALL DAYS, HOLY SHIT. THE HELL KIND OF TIMING IS THAT. HE KNEW WHAT EPISODE WAS AIRING THIS WEEKEND, HE DOES SKETCHES FOR THEM EVERY WEEK, THIS WAS FULLY INTENTIONAL AND I FEEL AGGRIEVED

my god All Might is pinching the corners of his eyes and apologizing I can’t. STOP OFFLOADING ALL OF THESE ALL MIGHT FEELS ON ME. even now, after everything he’s given, he still feels like it’s not enough. it’s in his nature to feel restless, to want to do more. he’s earned the right to rest -- earned it more than anyone in the world -- but he can’t, and he feels guilty and helpless because the burden he shouldered for so long has been passed on to everyone else now, and he knows how heavy it is, and he was so willing to carry it even if it destroyed him, but he can’t anymore! and then to have someone come along and say “it’s okay, you’ve done enough, you’re doing enough, you are enough,” just. shit shit shit shit shit. I can hear Horikoshi’s truck beeping as it backs up to dump YET MORE FEELS all over my goddamn house. there are feels being tossed out of an airplane door overhead with little parachutes. fucking paperboys are riding by on their bicycles and whipping them at my face screaming “EXTRA! EXTRA!” fucking...

-- HOLY SHIT!?!?

well my jaw just dropped. um. [peeks at calendar] do you mean to tell me that we’re just CUTTING STRAIGHT TO THE PARTY NOW, JUST LIKE THAT

WELL FUCK, LMAO. BEEN NICE KNOWING Y’ALL

sDFLKSHGLKH

Horikoshi: [poking his head in the door] hey what’s up guys just thought I’d toss in this panel of Ujiko here to remind you all that Spring is when --

everyone: JESUS CHRIST WE KNOW

-- WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK LOL, WHAT

well I guess it’s nice to know that those feelings of impending doom were apparently RIGHT ON THE MONEY sob. NOTHING TO SEE HERE, JUST THE END OF ALL HEROES!! JUST UJIKO ROAMING THE HALLS OF HIS LOCAL HOSPITAL BEING ALL “HO HO” BECAUSE HE’S FINISHED HIS WINTER PROJECT OF TURNING TOMURA INTO ONE OF THE FOUR HORSEMEN AND HE’S FEELING REALLY FUCKING GREAT ABOUT LIFE. JUST THE MANGA JUMPING AHEAD THREE FUCKING MONTHS JUST LIKE THAT, AND DROPPING US BACK IN BARELY A WEEK BEFORE THE START OF THE KIDS’ SECOND YEAR, A.K.A. “YEAR OF THE SHINSOU”, A.K.A. “YEAR THAT KACCHAN FINALLY REVEALS HIS HERO NAME BECAUSE HOLY SHIT SON YOU REALLY FUCKING SAT ON THAT FOR THREE MORE FUCKING MONTHS!?”, A.K.A. “THE YEAR ALL MIGHT BETTER NOT FUCKING DIE”, AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, A.K.A. “[GESTURES FRANTICALLY TO CHAPTER 245 AGAIN]”

lol. here I was hoping we had at least a little more time before the whole “we’re fucked” thing kicked in, but I guess the apocalypse waits for no one. gentlemen it has been a privilege playing with you tonight

#bnha 257 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #all might #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #what would you do if I sang out of tune #would you stand up and walk out on me #lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song #I will try not to sing out of key #OH BABY #I get by (AH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS!) #[montage of tomura destroying stuff] #all I need is my buddies (AH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS) #[montage of all the heroes dying] #I say I'm gonna get high (AH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS) #[montage of 11 noumus attacking while deku flies around trying to fight them all with his five other boring quirks] #oh yeah (OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH)

[withhowsadsteps]

marry me - matthew connelly (hatym)

a/n: like all of my previous texts too this was not proofread, lol sorry. also this is kinda all over the place, woops.  a side note: I have no clue how college/uni works in Ireland but I tried to read a little bit quite quickly from the website of Trinity College (the English studies) – I also didn’t wanna be ignorant and fuck up so I just did not use any irish slang etc.

warnings: mention of rape, drugs and alcohol. and suicide.  spoilers kinda if you haven’t read the book (I cant fucking wait to see the movie if I’ll ever see it in my country…)

-- --

I met Matthew in college. I wanted to better my writings, so I decided to attend a course for creative writing, even though I knew that none of the other first-years were going to do so. I felt like a child lost in a shop without a guardian, just a small freshman. I felt That is where Matthew came into the picture. The last free seat was in the front row, to my left. I had taken the window seat, being one of the first students in the smallish lecture room. He was the last to come in, so he had no choice but to sit next to me. Like most of the others, his third year at the college had just started. “I have not seen you here before”, he said to me and basically swept me off of my feet just by looking at me.

He asked me out six months after we first met. I was unsure why he would ask me out, but I agreed. He took me to the movies and afterwards we just sat outside in a park, watching the stars shining over us. That is when he told me that he is trying to change is life, that he felt like getting to college is like getting a second chance at life. He said that he was surprised he got in, but that he would try his hardest to succeed. I did not ask for his backstory. I figured he would tell me, if he wanted to.

I fell for him, slowly. He let me read his texts sometimes. He said that he used to be a shitty writer, but I didn’t believe him. His poems were intense, dark, but very beautiful. Mine weren’t too happy either. I was healing from my own past. I let him read them sometimes, but not too often. I didn’t want him to think that I was too clingy. I didn’t know if he liked me as much as I liked him, I couldn’t risk anything.

One late Friday night he called me. He was very drunk. I had not seen or heard him like that ever before. He was crying and mumbling. I couldn’t understand anything else but, “I have to see you; I have to tell you something”. So, I sneaked out of the house, trying not to wake up my family.  He apologized to me that he was drunk. He said that he knew that he promised never again to be so drunk.  He said that he would never in his life touch drugs again but that he almost did tonight. “Love, what on earth are you saying”, I whispered. And that is when he told me about his friends, about all the drugs and alcohol. About the little girl he saw die, about basically murdering his own friend. About how he fucked up with Jen, how he couldn’t fuck her because of the drugs in his system. I didn’t know what to say. I was shocked, but at the same time I wasn’t. I had read his text and they made even more sense now.

For a week he didn’t answer my calls, my texts. I didn’t see him at the college. Then finally, he came back to me, but did not explain why in the hell he had been avoiding me. I told him that I didn’t mind his past. “I just need you to speak to me Matt, please. I need you to tell me the truth”, I said to him.

My past wasn’t too perfect either. I got drunk for the first time when I was 13. That was when I first met my first love. He was 14 at the time and he was ‘a bad boy’. He smoked and drank and of course I wanted to look cool in his eyes. I got too drunk to understand what was going on. We dated for four years, until I found out that he had raped me that night. But I couldn’t tell Matthew, not now. I wanted to be strong for him, my own troubled past could wait. He promised me he wouldn’t do anything stupid again, and I believed him.

We started dating. I told him about my past, how I was still trying to process everything. He held me tightly trough many sleepless nights, wiping the tears from my cheeks. He never tried to touch me without being completely sure of what I wanted. He made me feel safe, I trusted him.

Our relationship started getting kind of rocky while I was still in college and he had already graduated. He would ignore me for weeks at a time. He would get very drunk, and perhaps he would even get high, considering he was still sometimes hanging out with Rez and Cokcer. I still loved him though. No matter how troubled he was. I think he got worse every time he hung out with his old friends. 

And here I’m standing outside, waiting for him. Thinking of all of our memories. I haven’t heard of him in a month. I don’t know what to do. I’m still so in love with him. I’m so in love with him, that I cry myself to sleep almost every night. My friends are getting married, getting pregnant. I crave that too, but I can’t imagine myself without Matthew.   “Hey, princess”, his voice makes me jump a little. And then it shatters my heart in million pieces. The only person in the whole wide world who could call me princess without me hating it is him. “Look, Matt”, I start, my voice weak and already wanting to crack. I tried to hold back my tears. “You have to let me go, Matt”, I whisper. He doesn’t say a word, instead he cups my face into his hands and stares into my eyes like he has not seen them in a hundred years. “I had to clear my mind, darling”, he says, “I love you.” “You are breaking me, Connelly”, a faint sob escapes my lips.

And somehow, even after all the heartbreak I forgive him. I listen to his empty promises of getting better. My heart wins all the arguments between itself and my brains. I love him way too much. What will be enough for him? I have given him all of me, every single bit of me. I’ve let him heal me from my past, but he won’t let me help him heal. Or maybe he is letting me, maybe I just really am not enough. I don’t even know.

“Rez died. This time he really did take his own life”, Matthew says to me just as I am about to fall asleep beside him. My heart skips a beat or two. “I really needed to clear my mind. I didn’t want to drag you with me if I was to relapse”, he continues. I nuzzle closer to him and feel his arms wrap around me, his face finding its way in the crook of my neck. I can feel his tears against my skin. “Matt…”, I start but he shushes me, “I don’t want to talk about it right now”.

And when I wake up the next morning, he has not disappeared.  He still is here, right beside me. Arms tightly holding me, warming me. “Marry me, princess”, he murmurs sleepily. “We’ll buy a house, start a family. Fuck. You’re the only thing that matters”, he continues now much more confidently. I open my eyes and turn my head so I can place my lips on his. A passionate kiss.  Passionate, but gentle all at the same time. I pour my love for him into that kiss. “I will”.

#hatym #here are the young men #dean charles chapman #dean-charles chapman #dean chapman #dean charles chapman x reader #matthew connelly

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The Carnation ~ Part 4

summary: the media always told you that the famous art critic bucky barnes is an arrogant, rude playboy and you agree, but something still draws you to him. is there a deeper reason to why he acts the way he does or is he the class A jackass you first met?

art critic!bucky x artist!reader

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Bucky’s eyelids parted slightly. He quickly closed them again at the bright light streaming in from the cracks in the blinds. He groaned. His entire body felt like it hadn’t been used in a millennium. 

He turned upright in a sitting position while trying to recall the events leading up to this. 

The last thing he could remember was being rolled out into a surgical suite and what he assumed was an anesthesia mask being put over his mouth. Then black. 

Bucky attempted to rub his eyes. When only one of his arms responded he looked down. It was completely gone, replaced with medical tape. He took a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” he cursed. Bucky definitely hadn’t remembered that. He used his other hand to feel at the place where his limb used to be. He combed back the pieces of coffee hair that were falling in front of his face and tried to stay calm, but he was starting to breathe heavily.

Bucky scanned the room, looking for a distraction. All that was there were some chairs and walls that were tinted golden from the sun. It had to be either sunrise or sunset. 

Even though everything there was supposed to be in a hospital room was there, he felt like it was missing something. Or maybe someone. Is that possible? 

Bucky turned his head to the door at the sound of creaking. Out appeared a nurse holding a tray with a cup of water and a desaturated looking sandwich.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes, you’re awake,” she remarked. She set the tray down at the end of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky stayed silent for a moment, choosing to put his hand on the bridge of his nose. The chocolate haired man looked at her with his eyes, keeping his head in the same position.

“Strange.” his voice came out gravely and low. She gave him a subtle smile.

“That’s common after amputation,” the nurse explained. His sight shifted to the glossy tag beneath her collar. It read M. Wanda.

“Uh, Nurse Wanda, can I call you Wanda?” She replied with a half shrug. Bucky continued.

“Was--was there anyone here-- uh-last nigh--” 

Was it last night? How long had he been asleep?

“--Whenever I was last awake, was there someone here?” She paused for a moment to think.

“You’ve been asleep for about a day,” she told him, “And a woman was here, I believe. She was here when you first came back from surgery.” It was starting to come back to him. Bits and pieces of you were coming back. But a lot of it was still blotchy. Like an unfinished puzzle.

“She left a couple minutes after you fell asleep again. Seemed in a rush. A bit after that a man came in I think?”

Everything was adding up until that last sentence. Bucky froze.

“A man?” he asked cautiously. Wanda nodded.

“You were unconscious the entire time he was there,” she informed looking unconcerned as she tidied up his room.

“Did he have blonde hair?” he inquired, praying it was Steve.

“No--,” Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “He had real dark hair. Dark eyes too, that’s why I remember him. Even had a dark suit, looked kinda mysterious.” The cocoa haired man felt the air being sucked out of his lungs.

“D-do you remember his name?” he choked out. The nurse didn’t notice his increasing stress as she was facing away from him. She pondered his question for a bit.

“I don’t think I do, I’m sorry,” She replied, sweet and apologetic. Bucky forced in a breath.

“Could you check for me? His name?” Wanda turned to him.

“Of course. I’ll let you know as soon as possible,” she told him. She began to head towards the door. 

“Wait!” Bucky croaked out after her. She turned to face him. Wanda nodded for him to continue. 

“I just-there's something very important I need to do, and I can’t do it here. It’s-It’s complicated and I can’t explain it but I need to go, right now. It’s an emergency and I really have to tend to it. Please, is there any way to speed up the healing process?” Bucky begged. Wanda looked at him conflicted. There were a few moments of silent thought. Eventually though, she sighed and sat down on the end of his bed.

In a lower voice she responded. “Okay, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but there is a way.” She saw him begin to get excited and quickly elaborated. 

“BUT, it’s very expensive and experimental.”

“I’ll do it,” he interrupted. Wanda put up her pointer finger to tell him to wait.

“It may be dangerous. We haven’t had many test subjects, but if it does succeed you’d likely be able to walk out of the hospital the next day.” Bucky opened his mouth to speak again but she had seen it coming.

“--There would have to be a lot of contracts signed and it could all go very wrong. Are you okay with that?” Bucky immediately nodded. She looked at him exasperated.

“I’ll ask my superiors about it, and it’s not 100% that they’d even let you have the procedure. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, yes, of course,” Bucky responded impatiently.

“You don’t even know what it is!” OH WOOPS. He looked at her sheepishly.

“Oh, yeah, um what is it?” She raised her eyebrows.

“You’ll see if you qualify for the treatment,” Wanda told him, giving him an amused glance and she walked out.

Bucky put on a small forced smile as she left, but as soon as the door closed Bucky allowed himself to fall apart a bit. 

The man she described sounded exactly like the person who had forced him to come to the hospital in the first place. Brock Rumlow, the marketing agent infamous for creating some of the most well known celebrities. His hand curled into a fist just thinking about him. 

Anger and betrayal bubbled up into a growl. He didn’t know whether he wanted to be in tears or punching a wall. 

Despite Brock being a bit harsh on him, Bucky had still trusted him. Now, looking back, the red flags were obvious. A smile that never reached his eyes, his obsession with material goods, a forever brimming temper. But Bucky had overlooked all that in his own ambition. 

The brown haired man was frustrated with himself, but a new emotion started to creep in. Anxiety.

Brock was in his room as he slept. Bucky felt uneasy in a way he never had before. Rumlow could’ve suffocated him right then and there. Why didn’t he? What did he want? What made it all worse was that he was stuck in this hospital. He couldn’t do shit about his situation and now he didn’t even have two arms. He needed to get out. Bucky started to spiral.

When Rumlow crushed that vase on his arm, it wasn’t just the vase that he crushed. He had shattered Bucky’s world view. Paranoia began to take over his brain. Could he really trust anyone? Bucky couldn’t tell if he was hyperventilating or not breathing at all. His heart was in his throat. He felt faint. He put his hand on the bed to stabilize himself. 

Find your happy place Bucky, happy place, happy place, he repeated to himself. His mind immediately went to you. He smiled a little bit at the thought of you. 

...Wait what? Bucky shook his head. Why did he think of you? That shouldn’t be happening. His emotions were all tangled. He put his hand in his hair and tugged. The world was spinning out of control. Bucky’s ears were ringing.

A clink brought him back to reality and to the true silence of the room. His glass of water had fallen. Bucky sighed and went to clean it up. 

Little did he know, at that same moment another glass had tipped. All the way across New York you had just woken up. 

Your head was pulsing. You were nauseous beyond belief and wanted to never eat again. This was a hangover to remember. You reached for the cup of water you always prepared the night before but it was too light and fell over. Today it was empty. 

What happened last night? 

Your senses were starting to return to you. You scanned your room. It was definitely your house--so that was a good thing. Nobody in your bed next to you--also a good thing, but looking down you realized you were completely naked. Decidedly less of a good thing.

“Okay,” you muttered. “That doesn’t necessarily mean anything happened last night,” you attempted to convince yourself. 

You rubbed your temple and closed your eyes. If you kept them open any longer you were afraid you were going to puke. Unfortunately, that wasn’t really an option as you heard your shower shut off.

Shit. 

You quickly scrambled to wrap your covers around your body. There was some rustling of what you assumed was a towel before the bathroom door opened. A man you had definitely never seen before in your life appeared with nothing but a cloth strewn loosely around his waist. You yelped.

“Who are you?” The man bit back a smile.

“Been tryna figure that out my whole life sweetheart,” he quipped and leaned down to pick up a pair of pants that had been littered on the floor. 

“But my name’s Sam.” You groaned. Your head was already killing you and this dude wasn’t helping.

“What are you doing in my house?” you questioned. He looked at you like you were stupid.

“Well, let’s see, you went to a bar, got really drunk, now you’re naked, I’m naked, what do you think?” You couldn’t deal with Sam right now.

“Nobody likes a smartass,” you grumbled. He smirked.

“Well, if you excuse me, I have to go to work. Sorry I can’t cook you breakfast, got a lot to do today.” He slid on his white button up and grabbed his jacket that was lazily thrown on the ground. 

“Nice meeting you y/n and I hope you figure out your situation with the art guy.” He gave you a friendly smile and left. You watched him leave with a vexed expression. If stutter was an emotion, that’s how you were feeling. How did he know your name? Not to mention how did he know your “art guy” situation?

You told him drunk last night, your brain filled in. You brought one of your hands to your face and hit yourself. Why did life have to do you like this? You took a deep breath and tried to retrace your steps. 

First, you recalled leaving the hospital as soon as Bucky had fallen asleep. Your heart ached at the thought of him, but you continued on with your sequence of events. You left cause you were freaking out. You weren’t thinking straight and probably having a panic attack. You just wanted to forget everything and… oh. 

“Hence the bar!” you said out loud. Thinking about it, it had been morning when you left the hospital and gone to get drunk so no wonder you couldn’t remember shit. After that though, it was a blur.

You put your legs back on the ground and reached for your bedside table where your phone was. The clock read 6:03.

Damn, it’s early. 

Looking further down, you saw an enormous amount of Snapchat notifications. Most from one single person. You clicked on one with a hefty amount of hesitation. It was from your best friend from highschool, Maria.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“Wtf did u post on ur story”

“Answer me”

“Why arent u picking up” “Omg u didn’t”

“y/n stop rn”

“If its more than pg-13 dont do it”

“Seriously”

“But i mean if ur gonna do it wrap it”

The texts continued that way for some time. You were very confused.

What did I post on my story? 

You exited out of the chat and clicked on the bubble in the corner. There was a video of you, clearly intoxicated, singing karaoke to Britney Spears.

“Oh fuck no,” you said to yourself. It couldn’t get worse than that, right? You clicked the screen and it moved on to another video. The screen was mostly covered but the audio was still playing. 

“Hi sexyy,” you slurred in the best seductive voice you could muster. If you’re being honest it sounded more like you had a cold.

“Heyy,” another voice answered. You could tell it was Sam. You couldn’t see yourself but you were sure you were beet red. Your face felt hot. You couldn’t believe you posted that, on your public story no less. You groaned in embarrassment.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you mumbled. You clicked the screen again. This time you could see the bottom of your head. Your phone was probably face up on the counter.

“I just don’t know what to doo,” you slurred. “I wanna protect my beautiful boy but whatever I do he’s still probably gonna get hurt. It’s like there’s a wall at every turn. He’s not even technically mine! How will he have my babies if someone cuts off his dick?” Oh my god.

Sam replied again. 

“I hear ya, I wanna keep my dick,” he said completely smashed. You might’ve laughed if you didn’t want to curl up into a ball and never see anyone ever again.

At least Bucky won’t see it, you thought. That’s when you remembered why you wanted to forget everything in the first place. This was far too many issues to handle at once. You were most definitely not going to solve all these on your own. 

Think, y/n, think. 

You racked your brain for anything, just anything that would help even a little. Then you realized you weren’t ever going to find a solution in your own head. You needed a second opinion. You quickly went back to your phone.

“Hi Maria,” you texted. “Can I vent to you abt something?” A minute went by before Maria responded.

“Yeah ofc I’m here for you” You took a deep breath. 

Am I sure I want to do this? 

You knew there was only one answer. You told her everything. Bucky, your life the last couple weeks, yesterday, and this morning. About your fight, the accident, the attempted murder. You typed for what felt like an eternity. And after all that, all Maria replied was, 

“Oh shit” 

You were able to laugh just a bit at that.

“Ok so that was a lot to unpack” You rolled your eyes. 

You’re telling me.

“But I feel like the most important thing rn is with the manager agent guy,” she said. It took a second for her to follow up.

“You need to report that, like right now. The police can help! You can’t do this all on your own” This was one of the responses you had feared the most. 

You bit your lip so hard you could taste blood. You stared blankly at your phone for a couple of minutes before slowly typing. 

Each clack of the keys felt like your footsteps heading closer and closer to hell. You sent your response.

“No. 

I’m not telling the police” You powered off your phone and left your room.

sorry that kinda sucked! tbh i didn't plan to have this chapter so it’s a bit messy! still hope u enjoyed! series masterlist 

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[jane-the-zombie]

Beached Zombie || Morgan & Jane

TIMING: Present! PARTIES: @mor-beck-more-problems + @jane-the-zombie SUMMARY: “i just want you guys know Meri has spent at least half of this jane chatzy going ‘mOrGANN’” - Kat. OR Jane finds an undead body on the beach. Discoveries were made.

Morgan didn’t sleep. The heavy, cotton-covered oblivion she was used to falling into when she reached her lowest lows no longer came for her at night, no matter how still she lay or how long she kept her eyes shut against the dark. There was only so long she could try to make her dead chest match Deirdre’s breathing, only so many times she could lay down at the bottom of the pool and reach for that memory in Karen’s backyard of being still in a way that was okay. And the grass, sometimes, was too prickly--or at least, Morgan remembered the grass being prickly too well to rest in it. And so she would walk elsewhere, at night to pass the time, or the hours during the day that had to be marked somehow. So sometimes, Morgan went out. Sometimes just to the streets around Deirdre’s neighborhood. Today, the beach. With her body plastered to the cooling sand as evening came, and the tide barely kissing her at all as it withdrew. She remembered how she’d been held here the last time she’d visited:  their first date to see the sunrise, and the stories she’d read aloud and the sand in her hair when they rolled to the ground kissing like they had just invented it. She remembered Galveston and the pungent smell of the salty sea, the brine on her skin. She’d fallen asleep like that so often, cradled and contentedly nowhere. If she was still enough for long enough, would she find her way back to that? Could something stick to her long enough to take her there, or somewhere else.

Morgan spotted a runner out of her dead, unblinking eye and thought about sighing as they came to a stop, looming over her. She waited, drooping inside with disappointment, and waited until their hand was hovering just over her body. “Boo!” She deadpanned.

Jane almost fell flat on her face when she saw the body during her evening run. She was too hungover for this. Days where she wasn’t working or practicing some “new extreme sport” were usually spent bar hopping and having fun that way. She was too old to bar hop - god she missed it when bartenders didn’t recognize all their customers. Really, she was missing not being in a small town. Portland was the farthest thing from the largest city in the world, but there were more things to do, at least. The only thing keeping her from trying to transfer again was the fact she just signed her lease and cases here were interesting. Jane almost felt a little bad lamenting her own situation while approaching a goddamn dead body. Clearly other people had it worse. Other people actually died when something happened to them. Jane cursed as she skidded to a stop near the body, quickly doing once over. Definitely dead, or close to it. Damn. She was going to be here all day processing the scene. Who dumped a fucking body on the beach? The woman didn't look like she had washed up. She had already sank to her knees, one hand reaching for her phone, the other going to check the pulse - “Boo.” Jane let out a noise somewhere between a shriek and a loud expletive, falling backward onto her ass. Her eyes narrowed. Her first thought went to public disturbance, but she wasn’t really in the mood to work in the first place. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Jane snapped. “Get up.”

Morgan stayed death still as the woman toppled. She was curious in some new, morbid way whether or not the woman would think she had imagined the whole thing. One of those ooo-woo coincidences/hallucinations/hypotheticals that just couldn’t be anything so stupid and sad as, woops this girl died but she’s still here and kinda broken. This bitter thought gave Morgan a new idea. She waited a few more moments, just in case doubt would set in, then she flopped up to a sit and reached out for the woman’s arm for an assist. As she staggered to her feet, pulling herself up, Morgan twisted as hard as she could until her shoulder came loose. It wasn’t hard. All she had to do was forget the shoulder was hers and forget the idea of hurt. There was a dull ache in the spot where the bones had come loose, she didn’t feel nothing, but if she were herself, if she were alive, she would have been screaming. “Oh, gee…” she deadpanned. “Ow.”

Despite herself, Jane reached to help the woman up. “Honestly, I was about four seconds away from calling in a dead - What are you doing?!” Jane’s voice raised in half panic and exasperation as she let the woman go. “Are you insane?!” There was a time when Jane dislocated her shoulder at a rock climbing gym, and even in all her adrenaline filled bullshit, that still hurt like hell and she had a half a fit about it while getting loaded into the ambulance. “Are you - Are you not in any pain?” Her face twisted in confusion, staring at the woman like she had three heads. The deadpanned ow… Was she on something? Drugs? No, she showed no signs of that. Her eyes narrowed and she had half a mind to twist her arm back herself. “We need to put your arm back.” Unless she was driving yet another person to the emergency room.

“What do you think I am?” Morgan asked. She shook her arm free of the woman’s grap and looked at it dangling from its socket. She poked it until it swung like a pendulum at her side. Her muscles strained at being pushed in this way and the ache was so close to sharp it was almost pleasant. Morgan approximated how her shoulder ought to belong and pulled it back in place, tested her work with a stretch, and waggled her fingers in front of the woman as if to prove everything was fine now. “Guess that's the problem solved,” she said, a forced hollow cheer in her voice. “Do you need something to feel good about this, or are we done here?”

There was a sort of morbid curiosity in watching the woman work her shoulder. Jane almost winced sympathetically, but the words what do you think I am were lodged directly in her brain. “What do I think you are?” Jane repeated, raising an eyebrow. Memories of Jason showing her how his bones didn’t break and how things like chopping off a wrist or two didn’t hurt. Actually, she was fairly certain Jason never felt pain - not really, anyhow. She was hesitant to bring that up though, until her shoulder was properly - oh. Jane was going to offer to set it herself. “Are we done here?” Jane repeated, pinching the bridge of her nose. “No, we’re not done here. First of all, do you think it’s funny laying there pretending to be dead? Because it isn’t. And second… Can I check your pulse, please?”

“Who says I was pretending?” Morgan replied darkly. “And who are you supposed to be, exactly? I’m pretty sure I don’t owe anything to some woman off the street. I didn’t ask for your help with anything. You interrupted my nap.” She grimaced at the thought. If only she could nap. If she could take a break from everything for even just an hour, no haze, no hunger, no death blanket. She deflated, tired, in her own way, and ready to be home. Whatever she had wanted to find here, it wasn’t going to turn up today.  “And it was kind of funny,” she added sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” Jane said, quickly. Jason had insisted that he was dead even though she couldn’t really see how. He was a functioning human, and suddenly his diet made way more sense than it had during the time they had been together. “You were the one playing a bad joke, and I could very well -” What, arrest her? Public disturbance. Get a slap on the wrist and she’d be out by dinner time. That was an abuse of power and way too much fucking work though. And more importantly, Jane tilted her head slightly. “ - anyway. Are you dead, then? A zombie? Is that what you’re saying?”

“You’re avoiding my question, and I don’t think there’s anything against laying on the sand before dark,” Morgan said with a huff. She backed away from the woman, arms folded over her chest. “I’m--I’m a what now?” She laughed, shrill and nervous in a way that she really, really hoped sounded more incredulous. Ha-ha-ha-the-very-IDEA and l-o-l-that’s not REAL! “I’m sorry, what now? You--obviously watch way too many movies. Where would you even come up with something like that, huh?” It was a good thing, at least, that the dead didn’t sweat, because as she scrutinized the jogger, she couldn’t help but feel like she had pushed too hard to seem convincing now.

“Jane Wu. New in town. Police detective.” Jane said, folding her arms over her chest as she stared at Morgan as she started laughing that unconvincing laugh. The kind of laugh that screamed hahahaha I’m definitely not guilty!!! Don’t look at me!!! That kind of laugh. She was now more certain that she was right. That she just found someone else that wasn’t her shitty ex that was like this. Jane held up her hands, defensively. “Whoa, it’s alright, you can save the song and dance.” She reached up moving her hair to show the bite scar on her neck. “See? I’ve uh, met others like you. Clearly. That can do that thing with your arm. And I bet you have no pulse too. Am I correct?”

Oh, stars. A cop. Morgan grimaced and stepped further away again. This was the last person she needed looking into her life. Between the dead magic and living with Deirdre, and toppling into undeath thanks to her best friend, Morgan had plenty to hide. But that, as it turned out, was not her main concern. Jane moved back her hair and revealed a wide scar in the blurry shape of a mouth on her neck. Morgan’s facade fell and she slowly lifted the cuff on her wrist. Their scars weren’t the same, exactly, but there were mottled impressions of human-like teeth, the same hungry shape. “But you’re…” Acting pretty normal. Breathing. She grabbed Jane’s wrist and pressed down hard, searching for a pulse of her own. “A-are you breathing just for the fun of it or what? Are you--not dead yet? How do you know all this then?”

Jane curiously peered at Morgan’s wris. Sure enough, there was the bite mark scarred onto her skin. Jason’s had been on his leg. He never did tell her how he was turned or how he died. HE didn’t tell her a lot of things. Morgan snatched her wrist, pressing down hard on her wrist to find a pulse. “Ouch!” Jane hissed, trying to yank her hand back. “Hey, easy! Use my neck if you want to feel my pulse it’s easier. No, I’m not dead yet. The person that bit me didn’t mean too.” She said, backing up slightly. “He freaked out and told me about it. And showed me.” And then she dumped his ass for good, but that seemed a little too personal. “What’s your name? How long have you been… like this?”

Morgan let go and folded her arms again, guilty for real now. She hadn’t thought she was pressing hard enough to hurt, but there was a red mark on Jane’s skin where her thumb had been, and for all she knew it would be bruising up by the end of the day. “Didn’t--didn’t mean to? What do you mean he didn’t mean to? How do you ‘accidentally’ do this?” Even Remmy who ‘hadn’t meant to’ had still very much meant to. Teeth breaking skin was no joke on the effort-meter. “I’m...Morgan,” she said quietly. “Were you called onto the scene of that crash on Main Street? Some of the debris…” She touched her stomach, remembering the pain. “Someone was with me and they...did this.” She went stiff. Remmy wasn’t something she wanted to think about right now. “I’m sorry about your wrist. I don’t...feel right. I didn’t mean for it to hurt. I...couldn’t tell.”

Jane ran a hand down her face, shaking her head. “It’s - we were - he lost control, for a second, I guess. We were in a relationship.” Jane tried not to think about it, really, it was easier not too. Focusing on living forever and knowing that she could enjoy every ounce of the adrenaline without the fear of death was easier. She wanted that far more than she wanted to be bitter over some spilt relationship. She shook the thoughts off, listening to Morgan, and her heart sank. “No, I wasn’t called to that crash.” That awful crash on Main Street had turned Morgan into this at the last moment. Morgan wasn’t taking it well at all. Jane pressed her lips together in a thin line before waving it off her wrist. “Don’t worry about my wrist, I’ve certainly had worse. You… don’t sound happy. I’m sorry that… this happened to you. If it wasn’t what you wanted.”

“You mean during sex,” Morgan said, her face falling. She hadn’t even thought about that. She’d been too depressed and afraid of Deirdre realizing how different she was to worry about sex. But if Deirdre did somehow want her still or if she did dig up the rest of herself and come back, there was going to be sex. Sex where she might somehow bite her, hurt her with something worse than a bruise that healed in a matter of hours. “Oh-my-god, he bit you during sex, didn’t he. Had he not eaten? Were you doing--I don’t know, other biting type things? Or--” Morgan stopped herself before she got carried away and covered her face, mortified. This was probably not something Jane wanted to talk about. She could only imagine how frightening it must have been. But-- “No,” she said, lowering her hands to look at Jane with disgust. “No I am not happy. And what do you mean ‘if’? Did your boyfriend not explain everything to you? Who would want this? No one should want this!”

“He didn’t exactly explain that bit, it’s a bit of a story,” Jane said, rubbing the spot on her neck. She didn’t get a chance to tell Morgan that everything had been fine until there was blood everywhere, but that was a whole long story. Jane hadn’t even been that bothered, other than trying to stop the bleeding. She’d been laughing at him because he was freaking out. But Morgan’s face turned to disgust, and she realized that she had said the wrong thing to Morgan. Crap. She held her hands up slightly, taking a step back to give her enough space. “He explained everything. I made him. Explain it to me, I mean,” Jane said. She needed to be careful not to upset Morgan - after all, she just died. And she clearly hadn’t wanted to become a zombie to begin with, nor did she have the time to process it like she did. “I’ve accepted what’s going to happen to me when I inevitably die. I -” Jane lowered her hands, cutting herself off with a slight shrug. “I’m going to live forever.”

Morgan stepped away from Jane. She didn’t know if she was insulted or outraged or afraid for her. It was the most feeling she’d had since she died and she didn’t know what to do with it. “I hope you dumped his ass because that is not what this is,” she said. “What, you think this is Twilight for the Walking Dead? This isn’t about forever, Jane. This is death! Have you seen a dead body? That is what we are! I hurt you, Jane, because I can’t feel anything! My death is so thick around me, it’s like I’m being smothered by a goddamn comforter. I can’t even find half the person I used to be right now and I haven’t slept since a fucking rod went through my abdomen and impaled me on the ground. Can you seriously tell me you’ve thought about what it might take to miss something that awful? You don’t know anything. I hope you’re a lot older than me when you do.” She turned away and started up the shore.

Jane wasn’t sure if she should follow Morgan, she seemed fairly angry about the whole thing. Understandable, because this wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t have the time to decide if that’s what she wanted. After a moment's hesitation, Jane followed up the shore. “I’m sorry,” she said. “That it happened to you.” That’s all there really was to say, though she was certain Morgan didn’t want to hear it. Most didn’t after something bad happened to them. “And you’re right to be angry. You should be. It’s just that I’ve - I’ve done my grieving over what’s to come. It’s been a while since this happened to me.” Hell, if living forever - being around to see how everything changed? That took sacrifice. And it was a sacrifice she was willing to make - well, it was a sacrifice she had no choice in making anymore. Why bother denying the inevitable? Jane patted her pockets for a second. “Hey, wait a second.” Jane asked, catching up. She found one of her cards, and held it out. “It’s my card. If you want to talk more about this... not on a beach after you’ve played a prank on me. Or anything else.”

Morgan stopped at Jane’s call and turned over her shoulder. She took the card and squeezed it between her fingers. She didn’t know if she wanted anything from her or if talking to someone who thought this was all somehow going to be okay would help her feel any better. But she could bring herself to turn the offer away. And-- “Okay, I know I just yelled, but what about the sex thing?” She mumbled, embarrassed at how callous the fixation sounded out loud. “Can we talk about that later too?”

She gave her card to a lot of people - particularly those she knew were going to need more help later. Victims of assault, robberies, etc… This was a little different, but Jane could at least recognize that someone was struggling. “It’s alright that you yelled,” Jane said, shrugging slightly as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. Her eyebrow furrowed slightly. Sex? She wanted to talk about sex? Like in general or to her specific incident. Dear lord. “I - Yes. Of course we can talk about the sex thing,” Jane said carefully. “Contact me any time, I always have my phone on me and I’ll always make time.” She paused for a moment, before adding.” And for the record, I did. Break up with him.”

#para #para morgan #morgan #Beached Zombie #wickedswriting

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Hello! I am in love with everything you write. You’re so creative and you’re inspiring me to finally sit down and write something again. I love reading fics with flustered Peter and DAMN you deliver. I’m wondering if you could do a drabble with 23? :)

Hello, @sydzygy! Thank you for the prompt! Your message was so wonderful that I wish I could’ve gotten to it sooner! I have been writing this one for a while though… the end kinda kept getting further away until, whaddaya know, it’s over 5000 words. Plenty of flustered Peter AND flustered MJ though!

Thanks to you too, Anon! I saw the “please.” I appreciated the “please.” I made the fic NSFW.

Venus, ParkerPairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle)Rating: E/NSFWWord count: 5602

23. “We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t intervene,” Peter hissed to Nedas they climbed the dune. “Some ‘guy in the chair’ you are.”

“I didn’t know he was going to make skinny-dipping thepunishment!” his best friend argued back. “How was I supposed to guess that,Peter?”

“You were supposed to stop it from happening in the firstplace!  You were supposed to make somekind of excuse on my behalf as soon as the words ‘I bet Penis can’t do abackflip’ were out of his mouth! I can’t let people know I’m good at thatstuff! It would totally blow my cover! I had to throw it.”

“If I can make a suggestion,” Ned huffed as they neared thetop, brushing through tall spikes of grass; the navy skyline widened. “Youshould work on not reacting to peer pressure. I didn’t make you take the bait.”

Peter sighed.

“I know, he just bugs me. I’m so sick of being called―”

“PENIS! PEEEEENIS! HURRY UP, YOU FUCKING TURTLE!” Flashyelled from the beach. The beam of his flashlight made looping patterns on theground.

Exchanging a weary look, Peter and Ned crested the dune andtook long, uneven strides down the other side, sand pouring into the sides oftheir shoes.

“Flash, come on, man,” Peter tried as they approached hisnemesis. “This is stupid. It wasn’t a fair challenge. Nobody can do abackflip.”

The other boy was unrelenting, grinning in the moonlight.Ugh. Peter just wanted to go back to the campground where the decathlon teamwas set up and have another s’more. Get into his pajamas. Maybe talk to MJ nowthat Mr. Harrington had hit the hay and quit supervising their every move.

“We bet and you lost,” Flash reminded him mercilessly, “soyou have to do it.”

Peter glanced at the dark lake, slow waves licking the shorein a way that made him want to sleep rather than submerge his naked body intowater that was going to feel a hell of a lot colder now that the sun had gonedown.

“Don’t wimp out, Penis.”

The nickname startled Peter and he gave Flash a sharp look.

“You better not look.”

“Oh please,” Flash said, rolling his eyes. (Peter was alittle bit insulted.) “I only have eyes for one man, and that’s Spider-Man.”

Ned failed to muffle his abrupt chuckle and his best friendglared at him.

“Sorry,” Ned mouthed. Flash’s well-known crush on Spider-Manwas a touchy subject for Peter. Shockingly.

The three of them watched the water for a minute. The soundof it, washing in and out, was really peaceful. What a beautiful night to beutterly played by some jackass. Suddenly, there was the vibrating of a phone.It turned out to be Ned’s.

“Betty’s air mattress keeps deflating,” he informed Peter,eyes on the screen. “She asked if I could come help her.”

“Go ahead,” Peter allowed with a half-hearted smile. “Youdon’t need to stick around for this.”

“You should be thankful I’m such a nice guy and didn’tinsist on an audience,” Flash piped up.

Ned gave Peter a sympathetic look and traipsed back towardsthe dunes and the campground beyond. Flash, completely devoid of sympathy,clicked his flashlight off and on impatiently.

“Let’s goooo,” hecomplained.

Peter groaned.

“Fine, but turn around. I’ll yell once I’m in the water.”

“Sounds fair,” Flash agreed.

Of course it was fair―it was the one part of this horriblemisadventure that Peter’d had a say in. Wearily, he shed his clothes, droppedthem in a heap on the sand, and sprinted for the water. He wasn’t going to callback to Flash until he was submerged up to his neck.

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MJ didn’t know who was where―as far as she was concerned,being the team’s captain for practices and tournaments didn’t translate intobeing their babysitter for field trips and retreats―just that she was alone.And she liked it that way.

The campfire scene had been pretty mellow until Abe haddecided to experiment with physical equilibrium by balancing their quarteredlogs of firewood, stacking them higher and higher, flames dancing upwards toengulf them. Yeah, that was a little too Lordof the Flies for how MJ wanted her weekend to go, so she’d left thewarnings and chastisement to Betty. (Ned had just shown up to potentially MacGyverher air mattress so the air would quit whistling out every time she laid downon it, leaving his girlfriend free to stop Abe from burning his eyebrows off.)

She’d wound through a thin barrier of trees to escape theglow of the fire and reach the valley of the path leading up between the dunes;now, MJ was scrambling upward, trying to keep her footing while also openingthe new app she’d installed on her phone before they’d left the city. It wassupposed to display the segment of sky currently over her position and map outwhich constellations should be visible to her. As she moved her phone around,the view would apparently shift, offering her information from horizon tohorizon, in any direction. Camp was just too bright and too sheltered to giveher the celestial panorama she craved.

Right when she lifted her gaze from her screen to check outthe vantage from the top of the dune, a blinding light swung across her face.

“Oh my god, this is perfect, here.”

It was Flash’s voice, but MJ could only see pitch black.Asshole had completely wrecked her night vision. What was working was her senseof touch, tested when Flash shoved something against her stomach and shegrasped it instinctively. He was already half-running, half-tripping past her,heading for their team’s campsite while MJ attempted to figure out what she washolding. Soft… lumpy… something that felt like denim?

She stuffed her phone into her pocket (she wouldn’t be ableto see the screen until her eyes adjusted all over again) and staggered generallydownwards, aiming for the soothing sounds of a beach post-nightfall.

After a considerable amount of blinking as she made everyeffort to improve her sight, MJ figured she was halfway across the beach,somewhere between dune and lake. She was sufficiently close to distinguish adark shape in the water. Quickly, she brought the bundle she’d been carrying toarm’s length and realized it was an entire set of clothes. Minus shoes, but MJalmost fell over one of those on her next step. Had Flash murdered someone outhere and tricked her into finding the body? What a shithead.

“MJ?!”

She flushed like she’d been caught. She also jumped a littleand something dropped limply onto her foot.

“Uh…” MJ called back to Peter, recognizing his voice and thepale circle of his face a little ways out in the water. “…hey, Parker. Why do Ihave your underwear?”

Stooping, she snatched up the item that had fallen and wavedit over her head like a flag of surrender. She’d spoken before she was certain,but one of the pieces of clothing was definitely jeans and, out of the cottonythings that remained, well, whatever she was flailing in the air was the onlyone with an elastic band.

She assumed Peter was crouching because the whole team hadbeen swimming earlier in the day and found the drop-off was a good 100 yardsout, but he confirmed it. With a sudden splash, he started to rise out of thewater and head in her direction. He sunk back down just as abruptly and MJsmiled to herself at his embarrassed laugh, lowering her arm. Excellent, she realizedshe could see now―maybe not far enough to view Peter in detail but, obviouslyshe wouldn’t want that. Why would she want that? She wouldn’t.

“I’m not sure,” he called to her, “but I could guess. I thought I left my clothes on the beach.Between that and you having them, well, that’s gotta be Flash.”

“That clears everything up,” she replied wryly, tossing hisclothes down with a plop and walking to the water’s edge. Amusingly, Petershrunk back a bit. “Let me recite that timeline back to you. First, you’re downhere with Flash. Second, you strip naked. Third, Flash blinds me and gives meyour clothes. You’re pretty smart, Peter. I think you’ll agree that storyleaves a few highly suspicious gaps.”

He groans loudly and MJ grins.

“Flash tricked me into trying to do a backflip, I lost a betwhen I couldn’t, and he has zerosense of human decency.”

“But you can do a backflip.” She was puzzled.

“What?”

“I’ve seen you do a backflip.”

“You have? When?”

Woops. The perils of being very observant. It wasn’t likeshe’d spied on Peter, she’d just forgotten something after decathlon practice afew weeks ago, gone back, and seen him flip off the stage in the auditorium. MJdidn’t know his gymnastic talents were a secret, exactly, she just hadn’tmentioned them to anyone because initiating conversations still wasn’t secondnature. If these abilities were asecret, she wasn’t protecting him on purpose. Definitely not.

“Uh, don’t remember,” she said, airily blowing him off. Shefrowned. “Aren’t you cold out there?”

She saw him shrug.

“It’s actually not that bad. I had my head under for aminute, which is probably when Flash booked it out of here with my clothes.” MJsnickered and didn’t reply. “Ok,” Peter said after a few seconds, “well, I’llsee you back at camp.”

She stiffened.

“I’m not your personal courier.”

“…What do you mean?”

“I mean I didn’t come down here to deliver your clothes,loser. I’m not leaving yet.”

“But I’m naked!” he yelped.

MJ’s body was just trying to keep her warm without theexternal help of the campfire. That was all this sudden surge of heat was.

“You know, I did actually comprehend that when I had yourboxers in my hand.” She glanced sideways where she’d set his clothes. “You maywant to shake them out before you put them back on, by the way, unless youenjoy sand in delicate places.”

She could practically hear Peter’s weary exhale, butsomething in MJ insisted that she not vacate the beach just because he told herto. This wasn’t his private property and he had no authority over her. Shewasn’t his to… to… Heat flooded her again, face to feet. Yes, this wasdefinitely just her irritation at being bossed around by Backflip Boy.

“When are youleaving?” he tried.

“When I’m done.”

His words sounded like resignation to her, so MJ began torelax again, the way she’d felt when she’d strolled out of camp on her own. That was weird. This calm was something she usually (always) experienced whentotally alone. But Peter was here. Peter was here and he was lazily swimmingcloser, toes probably creeping along the sandy floor of the shallows.

“So… why’d you come out here?”

MJ started to explain, then paused to fish the phone thatwas her alibi out of the pocket of her jean shorts.

“Trying to see the stars better. There’s too much light atcamp.”

“Oh yeah? Cool!” He propelled himself forward some more. Atonce, she was panicky, heart beating too fast. She concentrated on her phone,the screen mostly dark but for the points of light representing stars.

“I said ‘stars’ not ‘Star Wars,’ before you get tooexcited,” MJ warned sarcastically, not looking up.

“My interest in space goes beyond the fictional.”

She raised her head, readying a snarky reply that never came.Peter had his shoulders above the water now, arms out to the sides for balance.As she stared, he tipped his head back, rewetting his hair, then brought it upagain. Her fingers went slack around her phone and she had to catch it with herother hand.

“What were you trying to see specifically?” he asked, wipingwater away from his eyes as it ran down from his hair.

It was a struggle to compose herself, but she did it.

“Well, I sure wasn’t looking for Uranus.”

Peter huffed and stroked with his arms, sending himbackwards several feet. MJ was laughing.

“Peter, don’t. It was a joke. I can’t see anything.”

It took a long, careful stare before he drifted neareragain.

“I know,” he eventually conceded. “I know you can’t seeanything. The dark, the distance, the distortion of the water…” She wanted tocough the word ‘nerd,’ but she restrained herself. “But I’m vulnerable here,”Peter went on, gesturing at himself with both hands. “I can’t leave.”

“Do you want to?” MJ asked without thinking it over.

Peter met her eye.

“Do you?”

She swallowed and cocked her head stiffly, jerky with afluttering anxiousness. It wasn’t a dare, it wasn’t a bet (yeah, Peter’dprobably had enough of those for one night), and yet there was something aboutthe way he’d said it―those two words.

Maintaining eye contact, MJ sat in the sand. This was herstaying. She shuffled her feet out of her flip-flops and flicked them off tothe side, then stretched her legs straight out until her heels were in the lake.Peter was also in the lake. Everything was fine. She inhaled with precision.

Oh fuck, she could see his bare chest.

Abruptly, MJ lost ground on the confident who cares that you’re nude below thewaterline? thing, wimping out and turning her gaze decidedly downwards toher phone screen. She read the words ‘Ursa Minor’ a dozen times, but kept her back stiff like she was concentrating very hard, focusing on something desperately important.

It wasn’t sustainable, this tense effort to ignore Peter.She couldn’t do it at school when he was a dork in the marching band and shesure as hell couldn’t do it when he was bare-ass naked in a lake. Being underthe broad, dark sky was suddenly claustrophobic. MJ couldn’t breathe. Her facewas overly warm. She was going to be asphyxiated by her attraction to Peter.YES! FINE! She was attracted to him!

“Ursa Minor,” MJ mumbled to herself in the fanatical tone ofa madwoman. She was Mrs. Rochester on a beach. Now there was a woman who would’ve been entertained by aconstellation-identifying app, stuck up in the attic all that time. God, MJ wasspiralling. Brontё was her crazy place.

“I know some stuff,” Peter said from the water.

She braced herself for the sight and, yep, there was his wetskin, just glistening away in the moonlight. How dare he.

“I could show you,” he said.

MJ’s mind totally fuzzed on what Peter might be wanting toshow her. Lake Peter. After-dark Peter. Wet Peter. Her heart was bursting likea bagful of popcorn kernels, one eruption after the next.

“Constellations,” he explained, as though she hadn’tresponded because he hadn’t been clear, rather than because she’d gottensidetracked wondering about his sexual savoir-faire.

“How are you going to show me? I won’t be able to tell whatyou’re pointing at.”

“I could come out… but I’d wanna dry off before putting myclothes back on.”

“Yeah, no,” she said immediately. “There’s a time limit onhow long I can respectfully avert my eyes before I get bored standing there anddecide to walk back to camp.”

“You could come in,” Peter replied quietly.

“In… the water.” MJ shivered involuntarily.

“It’s not that cold, right?”

He pointed at where her feet were partially submerged. Shewanted to laugh if the water temperature was the reason he thought she’dshivered. Was Peter just going to pretend that the biggest issue with hissuggestion was the possibility of her getting chilly?

“So you’ll be a gentleman while I get undressed?”

Instantly, he flushed and gestured before his words couldcatch up. Only he didn’t say what MJ expected him to.

“That’s not very fair.”

She gave him a stern look.

“Why not? Sure, I’ve been sitting here with your clothes,but I didn’t watch you remove them. I didn’t stare at your naked body! Not mostof it,” she added under her breath, seeing as she’d been eyeing him in thewater all this time.

Peter glanced down quickly, grinning like he’d heard whatshe’d said.

“I’ll turn around,” he promised, glancing up withsuspiciously trustworthy eyes.

“No.”

“No?” he choked out.

“Just… cover your eyes,” she requested, getting to her feet.“Then I’ll be able to watch you and know you aren’t somehow ogling myreflection.”

“What if I peeked through my fingers?”

MJ laughed because she knew Peter Parker would do no suchthing.

“Then your guilty expression would betray you the second youdropped your hands.”

He chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, good point.”

“So… cover ‘em, Peter.”

She saw his mouth fall open slightly.

“We’re actually…”

“We’re actually,” MJ confirmed, grabbing the hem of hert-shirt. His eyes grew wider. “Chill. We’re just two nerds talking about astronomy.It’s not a big deal.”

She began to draw her shirt up her stomach slowly, givinghim plenty of warning, and he slapped his hands over his eyes, splashinghimself with lake water. Pausing for nerves, MJ saw Peter shift to regain hisbalance after lifting his arms. The disturbance swished his wet cover to andfro and when it settled, she could see more of his chest. Plus all of hisarms―raised as they were. Face hot, she wondered how long it would take to heata beach by starlight, if they could put a hold on the sun. Because the nightwouldn’t last forever, MJ quickly yanked off her shirt and chucked it on top ofPeter’s clothes.

Her gaze slid intently from the heap to the boy in thewater. He was diligently blocking her out, palms flat over his eyes and fingersstretched up his forehead into the front of his hair. Although she couldn’ttell right now, MJ knew it would curl aggressively as it dried, like it hadthis afternoon after everyone went for a dip together. She thought about it,thought about him, and stared straight at him too as she unbuttoned her shortsand shimmied her legs to shake them down to the sand.

Peter’s chest rose and fell as she watched, reacting tosomething. Must’ve been a ripple in the water, she figured. Something shecouldn’t see from here.

“You haven’t asked,” MJ noted, unclipping her bra. Pile.

“W-what should I ask?”

“If you can look yet. And I didn’t say you should.”

There was a pause, thick like wet sand.

“You’re surprised I’m not more impatient? Do you want me tobe?”

She’d need sunscreen to protect the rest of her exposed skinfrom the way her face seemed to be glowing, ready to sear. How he’d flipped herremark around on her… MJ hadn’t expected it. Another question he’d put to herbluntly that sounded so innocent. But it wasn’t, not really. This wasn’t themsussing out who wanted the last hamburger and was too afraid to be rude. Thiswas a more complicated politick of desire and it couldn’t all be questions andevasions; eventually, there would need to be blunt answers for Peter’s bluntquestions.

“Just an observation,” MJ muttered.

She removed her underwear carefully, keeping them away fromthe sand by lifting her feet high and maneuvering the leg holes swiftly anddexterously around her heels to preclude transfer. All she left on was theelastic in her hair.

“I’m… I’m coming into the water now.”

“I can hear you.”

Maybe her racing heart was drowning out the noise of herfeet, because all MJ heard were tinkling slaps, then gentle swooshing as thelake greeted her ankles, her shins, the tender backs of her knees. Peterrotated towards her as she got closer, she noticed, still covering his eyes.Wading past him, MJ flicked water at his head―a couple feet away when her armwas stretched all the way out to the side. They both laughed. She didn’t stopmoving through the water until it came up just above her breasts when she wasstanding, wetting more of her skin as she sunk down.

Despite attempting to ease the tension (she felt it, he mustbe feeling it), MJ’s heart was still banging hard enough that she expected tosee ripples racing away from her on the surface of the water. She glanced backat the beach, then at Peter. The air was still and the rest of the world seemedpeacefully distant, if not empty. She hopped from foot to foot on the sandylakebed, swaying pleasantly in a way that belied how uncontrolled she felt onthe inside, not just because of the weak current her motions were creating.

Peter dropped his hands and looked at her. MJ drew her armsinstinctively inward, treading water in front of her chest.

“I thought you would wait until I said you could open youreyes,” she told him, not actually upset.

“I figured you’d be… uh… covered by now.” He gestured at hershoulders, peeking above the surface like the curved backs of baby geese.“You’re tall, but you’re not thattall.”

“You figured oryou knew? Am I supposed to believe that you hadn’t already calculated the depthof the water compared to my height, and considered the distance from the beach?The length of my stride, maybe?”

“I just didn’t want to show off.” Peter shrugged, grinning alittle. “Make you feel vulnerable.”

“Oh, you mean like I did to you,” MJ joked.

Incredible. All it took for them to have a non-abusiveconversation was less light and fewer clothes. (No clothes.) There weren’t awealth of ways to replicate these conditions once they got home. There was oneway―one very specific way―but she hadto remember her own excuse for their behaviour: they were just two nerds with ashared interest in astronomy. Every step they’d taken since she’d descended tothe beach was motivated purely by logic.

Yeah, better not consider that intentional state of denialtoo closely.

“Let’s start easy,” Peter suggested.

He flowed towards her―smoother than walking on land, thoughhe did that with a weird gracefulness too―and MJ’s heart flipped end over end.She looked at his face too long after he’d extended his arm, pointing above them.

“The Little Dipper.”

“Ursa Minor,” she corrected. “Yeah, I’ve pretty much gotthat one down.”

Peter appeared blue in this light. Blue and soft anddreamlike, like he was going to take her hand and fly her to Mermaid Lagoon.Wait, wrong Peter.

“Well… hmm.”

His concentration shifted upward, high above the both ofthem. MJ’s remained fixed on his face and the way the moon and the lake ruledits bright places and its shadows; noticing him across a classroom or from theother end of the lunch table wasn’t the same as performing a close study of hisprofile from less than three feet away. The definition of his jaw was asurprise, with his head tilted back. It trapped a shadow beneath it, like aledge. As MJ dragged her eyes slowly down, she tried to discern the exact spotat which that darkness dissolved into the light bouncing up off the water,making his throat pale and vampiric. Or maybe she was the vampire. She certainlywanted to bite down on his skin with her teeth.

MJ yanked the elastic from her hair and shook her head,trying to clear it. Unfortunately, it was as ineffective as shaking a snowglobe and expecting to see through it more easily. She was hazy with Peter, whowas pointing to Venus, checking to make sure MJ was staring at the correctdazzling speck.

“That one?” she asked, squinting although the light sourcewas minute and far, far away. (God,she thought, don’t say that out loud. Notafter you told Peter this wasn’t about Star Wars.)

Peter angled his head in her direction, eyes still on thesky.

“No, the bright one.” Absently, it looked like, he glancedfrom her to Venus, attempting to establish a guiding line he could point along.“Down a little… I think.”

“You think?”

Honestly, MJ wasn’t putting too much effort into findinganything. Her priorities had changed. There were so many fewer opportunities tobe alone with Peter than there were stars visible from the state of New York.

“Just…”

Peter sighed and suddenly his hands came around from behindher, holding underneath her jaw like he was lifting a heavy chalice with bothhands. Like the Holy Grail or something. His thumbs pressed to its hinge, hisindex fingers resting against her cheeks. He directed her manually, helping herfind Venus. MJ was going to burn him. Her face was too hot.

“Do you see? Oh.”

He must’ve snapped out of his science-daze and realized howhe was touching her. How they never touched. They might’ve shaken hands once.(It was three times―she remembered.) Peter’s fingers sprang away from her skin,jack-in-the-box quick, but MJ grabbed his hands.

“I see,” she said, turning weightlessly in the water. Thewet ends of her hair stroked her back.

She let go of one of Peter’s hands and, miraculously, itlanded on the back of her neck. The pads of his fingers were pruney. The otherhand MJ kept, her arm crossing her body to maintain contact.

“It is a bigdeal,” he told her. She vaguely recalled stating the opposite, lying. “It is.”

Cautious, MJ leaned her upper body closer, led by her lips.Her gaze went from Peter’s mouth to his eyes, mouth to eyes, up and down, likeflipping a light switch on and off repeatedly. When her lips actually met his,it was strange. She was too aware of them, the texture. Then, MJ was aware ofherself, trembling. They broke the kiss.

Peter held her face again with both hands and she saw thathis expression was calm, the way that his eyelashes flapped lightly with hiseyelids half-lowered, brown eyes warm and deep, staring at her mouth. Beforeshe could take a breath or think anything through, she kissed him again,quickly.

Heat burned through her, a match dropped in a trail ofgasoline. MJ inhaled hard through her nose and pressed her mouth firmly toPeter’s as he slid his hand to the back of her neck; his thumb dug in next toher spine and it felt really good, like a massage.

Tentatively, their tongues touched and retreated. Then,Peter surged forward like he knew what he was doing and, hell, she wasconvinced, finding his shoulders and grabbing on. Having someone’s tongue inher mouth was decidedly more thrilling in practice than in theory. MJ felt herhead tilting more to the side, rocking forward and back, as her lips moved withPeter’s.

While the sand dipped and swished under her curling toes,his desire was her solid ground.

The second time they paused to breathe, MJ noticed she’dwrapped her arm over Peter’s shoulder, and that his hand had caressed downwardfrom her neck to her upper back.

“You wanna get out?” he panted. In the moonlight, she wascaught up in counting the freckles on his nose; they’d darkened and multipliedsince the decathlon team had arrived at the campground.

She could tell he was trying to figure out what the rightthing was, so that he could do it. Typical Peter.

“No.”

He raised hopeful eyebrows and MJ felt shy. Not because theywere slowly circling, hands on each other in perfectly appropriate places(though on each other’s naked bodies nonetheless), but because she was admitting,out loud, in one syllable, that she wanted him.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Peter checked, head inclinedtowards hers. “Water’s not too cold.”

“You better not be peeing, Parker,” MJ threatened.

When he laughed in surprise, she threw her other arm behindhis neck and pulled herself close to him with a smirk on her mouth.

The kiss was softer than she’d intended. That was becauseher legs had rubbed against his underwater. It wasn’t just their knees bumping,which had been likely enough as they’d moved closer since they were bothcrouching slightly; the outer part of MJ’s thigh brushed along the inside ofPeter’s. The side of her slim calf encountered the solid curve of muscle inhis. It woke things in her, like the first spark catching on a crumpled pieceof newspaper when Mr. Harrington finally got the campfire going after insistinghe didn’t need a lighter (and being shocked and disappointed when Flash hadreadily produced one and offered it up to hurry the process).

MJ could tell Peter felt it too―not just her leg, the awakening. Which was really asuper clichéd and simplistic way to think about adolescent sexuality, particularly female sexuality, but yeah, it appeared that her relationship withher own passion was coming down to this. A moment with Peter Parker, floating between Venus and a shallow drop-off.

Peter’s hand swept down her back as he released a shakysigh; MJ felt as though she was waking up to find herself shuffling onto hislap, lifting her legs with sleepy slowness to hook them over his. They sanklower into the water together, chins briefly dipped.

“Hey, MJ,” he murmured.

She bit her lip.

“Peter,” she acknowledged.

This kiss was gentle on purpose, exploratory and calm enoughto slide through the surface of their pooled attraction without a ripple. Itdidn’t stir up anything more frantic, as her lips compressed steadily to his.Peter’s hand was secure on the small of her back, her arms loosely around hisshoulders. Their warm exhalations left the mildest currents in the air betweenthem.

He began to play absently with her hair, collecting it witha hand that skimmed behind her shoulders, then closed in a circle like a slackelastic. MJ smiled against his mouth and felt the little dimples of muscle inhis back when he moved his arm. Their tongues met again, but it was easy and incontrol. She thought about bobbing there all night with him and creeping totheir tents when the sky turned a thin, pale grey.

Then Peter had to go and shift his hand, allowing cool waterto touch the spot his palm had warmed on her lower back. Making her shiver.

MJ hadn’t known that about him, that such a tiny reactionwould cause him to respond like it’d been a seismic tremor, like she’d shakenthe ground beneath his feet, but when she moved, he moved. His mouth surgedagainst hers and he gathered her so close that her stomach was pressed upagainst his erection―her stomach and lower, legs splayed on his lap.

It was as sudden as an undertow and, fittingly, she didn’tknow which way was up. This, this had been lurking all that time she’d spentwatching Peter, this had been waiting for her while she was waiting for him. MJclung to it now (and to him) and couldn’t believe she’d spared him even onesecond to point at the sky. He wanted to show her Venus? Too late. She’d foundit for herself and, yeah, maybe it was more a Venus of the Greek goddessvariety, but Peter didn’t seem to be having any issue with that.

There was a wetness between them that wasn’t just the lake.Though the water worked against it, Peter and MJ―foreheads bumping lightly asthey closed their eyes and breathed hard―kept replenishing it, bodies grindingtogether out of sight below the dark, glassy surface. Her calves were tense asshe hung on to him.

All the external rubbing made MJ’s insides feel electric;maybe she was lighting up like a jellyfish, sonic blue. It certainly seemed toshock him when she drew in a demanding, shuddering breath and climaxed, handsclenching to fists behind his back, nails catching his skin.

“Oh my god,” he said, and she opened her eyes to thepleading scrunch of his forehead. A pair of eyes like lucky pennies in afountain. “Is it ok if I…?”

MJ smiled in satiated amusement and rocked her hips. Themotion urged an oversensitive wiggle out of her, until Peter’s hands held herfast, hugging her body to his. As his hips bucked, she instinctively nuzzledthe side of her face into his and scooped up a handful of water. He groaned hername and she felt immortal.

Lifting her hand, she slowly tipped the water out onto theback of Peter’s head. It rewet his hair and trickled along the back of hisneck. MJ parted her arms to give it a path between his shoulder blades and inthe meantime, Peter came. When his chin tucked over her shoulder, something hither hard in the heart. She hugged him back fiercely.

And they floated.

In the end, MJ got out first while Peter sat with his backto her in the shallow water, arms on his bent knees. She threw on her clotheswith her skin still wet (camp and the chance for a hot shower followed by dry pajamaswere close), then he did the same while she faced their lake.

Their hands had never touched each other anywhere beyondthose appropriate places, but their fingers linked as they climbed the dunesand they shared a shy, silent look over that little intimacy.

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[crystalwillow]

Happy Christmas! [Skye x MC]

It was 6am on Christmas morning and all was peaceful. Well... mostly peaceful. Everywhere except one household. The Crandall’s. You see the thing about the Crandall’s is that they seem like your average family. But behind closed doors? ... woo boy, there’s a WHOLE other story.

“Skye! Get down here IMMEDIATELY!” her father boomed in a deep firm voice from downstairs, waking her from her sleep. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes yawning and making her way downstairs. “What.” She snapped at him sleepily. “What kind of person are you?! Why did you go around last night graffitiing the ENTIRE BACK YARD AND YOUR MOTHERS CAR!!!!?” He shouted getting right up in her face, behind him there was a clack of heels which just made Skye’s heart sink even more “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOUNG LADY?! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF YOUR BEHAVIOUR LAST NIGHT?!” She shrilled, also getting in her daughter’s face. Skye sighed “it wasn’t me.” She said lowly through gritted teeth. “Well then who was it?! Because Brian said he sa-“ her mother started to shrill again, but Skye snapped. And not like the time she snapped at the restaurant. This was worse. WAY worse. “JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! ... JUST! SHUT! UP!” She screamed as her hand flew up stopping just short of making contact with her mothers face. Breathing heavily from screaming the three all looked at Skye’s hand “no. Mom I’m sorry! I wasn’t really going to- I would nev-“ she started saying as tears filled her eyes “Save it.” Her father snapped and pointed up the stairs “go to your room Skye.” He said impatiently, pinching the bridge of his nose “but I didn-“ Skye began to protest “GO. TO YOUR ROOM!” He boomed in her face.

She ran back up the stairs towards her room, passing her brother, Brian, on the way who just laughed at her, shoving his shoulder into her as he past. Skye entered her room and slammed the door. She sat on her bed and silently let tears flow down her cheeks, then, her phone rang. Sniffling and calming herself down she answered “hey Bailey, how are y-“ she started whilst wiping the tears from her cheeks. “MERRY CHRISTMAS SKYE!!!!” two familiar voices chorused down the phone together. A small smile crept onto Skye’s face. “Merry Christmas Jenkins twins” she tried to chuckled but cried instead, “Oh... Oh no, Skye what’s wrong? Did we upset you?” Bailey said concerned “No... No you didn’t do anything. It’s my parents. We argued this morning. Again.” She sniffed down the phone. Bailey and Casey were the only two people that Skye currently felt okay being this emotional around. They didn’t judge her, they just let her cry everything out. “Why don’t you come round ours? Spend Christmas here!?” Casey chimed down the phone “Yeah, that’s an excellent idea!” Bailey added. “I- I wouldn’t want to intrude...” Skye said shyly “nonsense, we’ll ask our mom now” Bailey said resolutely. There was a padding of feet and shouts of “mom!” And “dad!” On the other end of the line. Skye smiled a little, she was thankful to have friends like Bailey and Casey. They reminded her of the important things in life. Soon there was a woop and Skye perked up at the sound. “So...?” Skye said optimistically, “Soooo... Get your butt over here Skye!” Bailey shouted excitedly “And bring your comfiest pyjamas and slippers!” Casey added “okay. See you guys soon” Skye said with a smile “see you soon! The twins sung down the phone and ended the call. Skye got up and cleaned away the tear marks on her face.

Soon Skye was arriving at Bailey’s house and made her way to the front door. Before she could even knock Bailey came rushing out of the door which had been flung open and crashed into Skye, sending them both barrelling into the snow on the front lawn. “SKYEEEEEE!” She exclaimed happily, “oof!” Skye said as she fell backwards into the snow. The two giggled before Bailey pushed herself up, then offered Skye her hand. She took Bailey’s hand and pulled herself up. The two headed inside and got ready for the day. Once they were in their pyjamas, they gathered in the living room with the rest of Bailey’s family and took seats on the couch. “Alright. First Movie, A Christmas Story” Bailey’s dad said enthusiastically. As he put the disc in the DVD Player, the rest all grabbed warm blankets and snuggled together.

A few hours later they had watched a few good movies and Bailey’s parents had been cooking the main parts of the Christmas meal, all that was left to be cooked were the vegetables. It was late afternoon by the time they were all sitting there with rumbling stomachs “who’s ready for dinner?” Bailey’s mom chimed. “Yes please!” Bailey and Casey said together, rather enthusiastically “I’d love to eat. If... that’s okay?” Skye asked “Of course sweetheart. We wouldn’t let you go hungry” Bailey’s mom smiled at Skye. They all washed their hands then took seats at the table.

After they were finished with dinner they gathered back in the living room to play some board games and exchange gifts, as Bailey’s parents went to clean the dishes from dinner and store the leftover food safely and Casey went upstairs to get Bailey’s gift for Skye, Bailey turned to her firey haired friend and gave a small smile. “So, how are you doing? Feeling any better??” She asked Skye with a brow creased with worry, “Yeah... I’m feeling a little better. Thanks” Skye said sincerely with a smile. The two hugged as Casey came running back in the room “Where is it butthead?” He said jokingly as he looked at Bailey. Confused for a moment she stared into his eyes, then it clicked. “Oh! It’s in my closet on the shelf on the left at the back. It’s in a frosty night themed bag” she said with a not so subtle wink. “Got it” Casey said and ran back upstairs to Bailey’s room “AND READ THE TAG!” Bailey shouted after him “WILL DO!” He shouted back. Skye giggled a little and looked at Bailey “you guys are kinda funny” she stated, Bailey smiled as opened her mouth to reply but her parents came back into the room, followed by Casey a few seconds later.

“Who’s ready to open presents?” Their dad asked smiling. They all said yes “me and Bailey first! Me and Bailey first!” Casey insisted as he picked up a gift from under the tree “Mom, this is for you” he said and passed her a rectangular shaped box “careful! It’s breakable” Bailey added as their mom carefully unwrapped the box. As she opened it she gasped, eyes welling with tears “Guys...” she said quietly as she took the necklace out of it’s box, looking at the details “open it. Look inside!” Casey said eagerly. Their mom opened the locket and started crying, inside were four pictures. One of them as a family, on of the twins together, one of them with their mom and one of their parents. The outside was engraved with their mom’s favourite flower and the words ‘We Love You Mom’ .

Bailey passed her mom some tissues. As she wiped her eyes and sniffled she gathered the children in a warm embrace “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” She said with a smile. They heard another sniffle and turned to see their dad crying too “oh no... we made DAD cry” Casey said jokingly with fake horror on his face. They all laughed, even Skye. They exchanged gifts until there was just one left “Okay. My turn” Bailey spoke, turning to Skye. “I got gifts for all our friends but... you’re here and well... I know you’ve had your eye on this for a while and how much you wanted it. The amount of times we’ve gone to town after school just so you can stare at it is wild. But, I wanted to get you something special. Because you’re an amazing friend Skye. Here. Merry Christmas” she smiled as she handed Skye the gift bag. Opening it carefully she peered inside but the gift was wrapped. She looked up at Bailey skepticly and she smiled back. Carefully she took the gift out and placed the bag on the floor. She had only teared off a little of the paper when a smile cracked on her face and she threw her head back “Bailey! You didn’t!” She exclaimed, not worried about holding back the happiness in her voice as she teared open the gift. Bailey smiled as Skye looked at the gift happily. “I saved up all of my allowance and babysitting money since you started going on about it. With that and my bargaining skills, I managed to get you this AND a pair of really nice boots I think you’ll LOVE”

Smiling at the vampire figurine in her hand, she then looked at Bailey. “Thank you. You’re... You’re honestly the best...” she said choking up “Damn Bailey. Now you’re ideas have gone and made SKYE cry” Casey commentated. They all shared a warm laugh. After calming down, Skye placed the figurine on the coffee table. “Bailey. Thank you, I don’t do the whole heartfelt thing but. This means a lot. You... and your family. You’ve made this Christmas feel so much better. I don’t-“ she catches herself starting to go off course and just hugs Bailey, who hugs back. After giving them a minute Bailey dad claps his hands softly “Who’s for hot cocoa with marshmallows and one final movie before bed?” He asks looking round the room. A chorus of me’s fills the room.

That night about halfway through the movie, Skye looked around the room as the Jenkins’ slept peacefully on the couches, smiling to herself. She finally got a day with no fighting, screaming or stress. As she placed her mug on the table she looked at her gift fondly. Finally, she knew what a true Christmas felt like. “Merry Christmas Jenkins Family” she whispered as she settled down on the couch next to Bailey and fell asleep.

// Credit for this idea goes to @the-unconquered-queen //

#skye crandall #syke x mc #high school story: class act #pixelberry choices #pixelberry #choices game #choices stories you play

[okaybutlikeimagine]

So Steve and Jonathan and Billy hanging out???

So uhm OF COURSE babe! ♥ ♥ ♥ I LIVE for this shit.

{Disclaimer: recreational drug use}{AKA i’ve basically just made our boys stoners, woops}

Okay, so i’ve talked before about Billy’s relationship w/ Jonathan and how he gets close to him and why. I’ve also mentioned (wayy more briefly) Jonathan’s relationship w/ Steve and how I think they’d be cool. Steve and Jonathan would work at being cool w/ each other bc Steve loves the kids but he also likes having friends that are his age. I just… LOVE the idea of Steve being touchy and friendly and sweet to Jonathan and Nancy. I know Nancy kinda broke his heart and his relationship w/ Jonathan has been tumultuous at best but I think they’d all work to be close bc let’s face it, nothing brings you closer than a near death experience. And those 3 have had MULTIPLE so far.

So they’re close and Steve will push himself inbetween the two of them when they’re walking together and sling his arm around their shoulders and kiss a cheek on both of their faces. Jonathan always blushes and says: “Y’know, ever since you came out as bi you’ve been-”

Steve cuts him off with: “Happier? Funner? More beautiful?”

“More annoying.”

Steve feigns offense.

So i just REALLY think that these boys have good relationships w/ each other. Steve and Jonathan are good friends, Jonathan and Billy are brothers, and Billy and Steve are dating.

And Steve, who I think loves people and loves having friends, wants to hang out w/ them as often as possible. He loves spending time w/ Robin, obviously. They’re basically best friends. He also really likes hanging out w/ Nancy and Jonathan (esp bugging them). But sometimes he says they need a “guys night” to which both Nancy and Robin roll their eyes but Steve is absolutely adamant about.

So Steve is standing outside of their house to pick Billy and Jonathan up and is asking them where they wanna go. They mention the quarry.

But the thing is, they always go to the quarry and it’s always to smoke and Steve is just fed up with that right now. Billy and Jonathan already smoke a LOT and whenever Steve wants to hang out w/ them they suggest the same damn thing.

“Oh c’mon guys, let’s do something fun.”

“Yeah, smoking is fun, babe.”

“But we always smoke. I wanna do something different… let’s go to the pool!”

Jonathan makes a face. “You know I hate the pool.”

“Alright… let’s go to that coffee shop you love on the edge of town!”

Billy gags. “You’re kidding, right? I’d rather be caught dead than go in there.”

“Augh, c’mon there has to be some place you both wanna go.”

And Billy and Jon just share knowing glances before they turn that same look onto Steve. Steve sighs out dramatically.

“Fine! We’ll go to the quarry to smoke. But the more we do this the less fun it is! We need to start doing something fun! Going out to smoke all the time isn’t fun. Especially not when I’m the one who has to keep bringing the weed!”

The boys are walking to Steve’s car now, and Jonathan turns around to walk backwards so he can face Steve.

“We’re broke, Steve. We can’t afford weed all the time.”

Steve calls bullshit on that and cites Jonathan’s 3 jobs. Jonathan denies said 3 jobs. Billy says he and Hop are going to force Jonathan out of 2 of those jobs bc “You don’t need to bleed yourself dry to help everyone anymore, take a goddamn break!”

And soon they’re in Steve’s car, bickering over music bc that’s just their relationship w/ each other. They’re Always bickering about music. Hey, when you get 2 of the most opinionated boys on music together, they’re going to bicker. It’s always amicable enough, anyway.

And so they go to the quarry to smoke. Which yes, they do far too often for Steve’s liking, but Steve still has fun. Bc getting high is, in itself, a fairly enjoyable act for him. He gets real giggly and happy. But getting high w/ Billy and Jonathan is a whole different story. Jonathan gets so peaceful, those worry lines on his face disappearing, the stress in his eyes gone as he looks up at the stars and points out things he sees in them. Billy’s frown slips into the sweetest, gentlest smile. He talks to Steve a lot bc Steve likes to talk a lot when he’s high and Billy always matches him on it. Always entertains all of Steve’s weird little ideas.

Jonathan always lays down on his back to look up at the stars. Billy always sits with his legs splayed forward, leaning back on his hands so he can look around everywhere. Steve will sit with his legs folded up a bit, his arms cradling them, ankles crossed, knees out wide, hands clasped in front of them. They’ll find a soft 60’s/70’s channel on the radio and turn the volume up enough so they can hear it from outside of the car and let the sounds flow over them and pretend like they’re in a different time. Like they’re in a different place. One time Steve laid on his stomach and hung his head out over the edge of the cliff down to the quarry and looked at it. Watched the water beneath him. Billy followed suit, as did Jonathan (after quite a big bout of paranoia)(I know Steve is mom to the kids but I like to think Jonathan is mom to the teens and gets worried for all of them)

So it’s nice. It’s just… soft. Sometimes Billy will lean with his back against Steve’s car and Steve will be inbetween his legs leaning back against Billy’s chest and they’ll just watch Jonathan on his back as he plays with the smoke leaving his mouth. It’s all just so calm. They feel they deserve it. Life has been hell for too long. They find peace in the presence of each other and let that be alright.

And Steve really does love those soft moments, he DOES. But one night Steve is like: “Actually, there’s gonna be a good music video on MTV tonight, soooooo…”

And he takes them back to his house. And the two other boys are a little grumbly and confused until Steve walks in and turns the lights on and he’s basically bouncing his way over to the living room and the boys follow him slowly and they get to the living room and-

“Oh my god.”

The coffee table in front of the TV is filled with food. Multiple bags of different kinds of chips and a carton of cookies and 2 boxes of Coke cans and 3 fucking pizzas and-

“Holy shit, Steve, who else is invited over?” Jonathan asks, walking up to the table very confused.

“It’s just us! Guys night!! Plus I know Billy’s gonna eat about half of it.”

Jonathan nods in sudden understanding and Billy is looking at his boyfriend like he’s the best and goddamn craziest person ever.

“Alright!” Steve heads over to the table, separating the pizza boxes. “I got us all separate pizzas because I know we all like different toppings. I got New and Classic Coke because I know you-” he points to Billy. “Are a heathen who likes New Coke.”

Jonathan gives Billy a horrified look.

“You like New Coke?”

“You Midwesterners are weird as fuck, New Coke is no fucking different!”

“You’re wrong and it’s embarrassing, babe.” Steve says with his hands on his hips. “Anyway, I also bought every type of chip I could find and a carton of cookies because I couldn’t help it.”

He gives the two boys a bright and cheesy smile. Jonathan laughs and Billy kisses Steve’s cheek before asking: “But where’s the weed?”

Steve groans. “Seriously?”

“You bought a bunch of food for us to eat but no weed? Don’t you know what munchies are, babe?”

“Fine, I’ll go grab some weed from my room. But put MTV on!”

“What music video is on tonight?” Jonathan asks as Steve leaves the room.

“I dunno!” He calls out. “I just wanted to go somewhere other than the quarry!”

Billy and Jonathan roll their eyes, but they break into the Cheetos, Jonathan grabbing a can of Classic Coke and shaking his head in disapproval as Billy reaches for New Coke. Billy chugs the entire can while making direct eye contact with Jonathan.

“You’re a monster.”

Billy crushes the can on his head.

“And a moron.”

They watch the random music videos that are on TV. It’s a lot of Tom Petty and Bruce Springsteen and some Mick Jagger and Prince.

Jonathan says Springsteen’s voice makes him sleepy and that his music is too much for him. Billy and Steve boo Jonathan for the comment and throw Cheetos at him in protest. Steve does a beautiful cover of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun to which Jonathan quietly applauds and Billy yells “that’s my babe!” Billy sings every single Springsteen song that come on and gets very excited when the music video for I’m Still Standing plays.

And Steve is very very happy, under Billy’s arm and watching as Billy kicks at Jonathan’s leg to ask him to pass the cookies. Sits there and smiles bc these are his friends and he just… he loves having them here, in his house, making it feel so full and alive and comfortable.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #jonathan byers #ask #stevenhargroves #fluff #tw drug use #they just smoke weed #lots of weed #stranger things #music #lots of music references just for you babe ♥ #also bc i don't think i'd ever be able to write these 2 w/o a bunch of music references #billy hopper #billy gets adopted #bratty billy #also i have some tHOUGHTS about Steve potentially kind of canonically liking New Coke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 #i mean most people hated it but ESP people from that region where they use the term coke for soda!!! #aughhhh!!! anyway!!!!!! #i loved writing this so much♥♥♥ #i got so carried away w/ dialogue that i cut most of it out and forced myself to stop writing it #i might make a separate post just of the dialogue i wrote bc it's too much #way too much to have put in here #bc i'm a mess and like writing billy and jon being bratty w/ each other

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Kim Seokjin

Here are a few jin recs, most of them I've read and love, some are in my TBR. Tbh most of them are smut, but some are fluff and angst mostly angst. I will keep updating this woop woop.

I hope you enjoy tehee!

urs- @floralseokjin

first time with jin

seokjin’s been dreaming of this moment for so long… 

what 2 do- @floralseokjin

what happens when the college roommate you thought was definitely going to be girl turns out to be the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever encountered in all your years of life? It’s a stupid misunderstanding on your part, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad after all…

corrupting oppa- @tayegi

you find out jin’s a virgin after watching a sex scene, and you’re about to change that

the pretending- @tayegi

jin’s in heat and he wants you to give a helping hand

a helping hand- @jjungkookislife

two old friends at a party, drunk, only one thing can happen really, let’s be honest

teach me- @kingsuckjin

Your reputation was no secret in school even before you hit eighteen and nineteen. You were trouble and everyone knew it, you weren’t about to ease up with the final few months left either, you were going to go full force. You wanted one good last big stunt to pull before the end of the year, your last year. Only one thing could top the things you’ve done, you were going to have sex with the hottest teacher in your school.

burden- @neonlights92

After the death of his wife during childbirth Kim Seokjin is unable to hold his baby daughter without grief taking control. Just three weeks after the love of his life is taken from him so suddenly, Jin is expected to marry somebody new.

You are foolish and have spent your whole life pining after Kim Seokjin from afar, even after he marries your best friend, Seul.  But suddenly Seul is gone and you are expected to marry Jin and raise his child. You know your heart is already in it, but what about his?

I though I was alone @aroseforyoongi

On the day your boyfriend cheats on you, Seokjin is there to provide comfort and some greatly needed affection. He is the perfect roommate and friend. Always patient and willing to lend an ear. It is then, when you’re with him, that you realize that maybe you want more

slayer: only human- @gimmeyoon

Being the Slayer is not how you imagined spending your life, let alone your first year in college. You try to keep it together, but when an empath demon rolls into town you can’t help but vent to him. Now he knows exactly what makes the Slayer tick.

my last- @imsarabum

Jin smut where it’s your first time and they’re loving to you and you had doubts and you were nervous

club zombie- @floralseokjin

In a world overrun by zombies, you’d think everyone was a goner, but the reality is much different. A steady diet of brains lets a zombie exist as a fully functioning human. Just ignore the part where they’re technically dead… In fact, these days, the amount of zombies outweigh the humans. A lot jump at the chance to be turned. Beg for it. 

Kim Seokjin controls the underground of Seoul. No one would dare cross him. That’s how most of the world goes these days. You wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of a zombie now, would you? However, you don’t quite see it like that. Spending most nights dancing at the club he owns, you catch his eye. It’s never the wrong side if you’re underneath him, right…?

insatiable- @heartbeatan

The mortal man with a broken heart and confidence. You, a succubus, donned with the task of restoring both.

the medical man- @call-me-bha

It was no surprise to anyone who knew Dr. Kim that he was the fantasy of many women, even the ones who weren’t his patients. His talents were known all across the city and you were no exception to the list of “fans” he had

a little slice of heaven- @alittlesugaorspice

You have been out of a job for a while until an ad caught your eye in the paper. After that, everything had quickly changed with the addition of a handsome CEO and six, quirky, kids in your life

roomie- @hobibliophile

When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. He didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.

base to base- @randombtsprincessa

You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.

hazy- @yoonia

Jin + “You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.”+ Pub au

peach parfait- @jamaisjoons

you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts. enemies to lovers au

the stranger @btssmutgalore

When your plane hits turbulence, you start panicking and tell some of your biggest secrets to the attractive stranger sitting next to you.

washing machine- @btssmutgalore

Jin shows you another way to use the old washing machine.

off limits @floralseokjin

you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

father of six (wolf pups that is)- @army-author

There are rumours going around our school about a pack of werewolves that live close by. Of course, I don’t believe it, but you have been acting kind of weird lately…

currents- @yeoldontknow

Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too.

petals- @bloomsuga

After a tense conversation the previous day leaves you unsure of your relationship status, your boyfriend, flower shop owner and single dad, Kim Seokjin, finds an unprecedented way to make it up to you…

sharing is caring- @littlemisskookie

Jin graciously decides to loan you to handsome Park Jimin for the night.

perfect- @btssmutgalore

Your roommate seems to have it all - great grades, amazing friends, good job, beautiful girlfriend. However, after a bad breakup and a long recovery, you realize there’s one thing he’s missing

lovely little mess- @guksheart

telling seokjin of your pregnancy should not be so daunting, but you keep it hidden from him as long as you can—at least until you are sitting with him in a bathtub and the secret comes spilling out. (expecting parents au)

London calling- @talie98

Camera operator Rory James thinks she is going to another filmmaking conference. Everything changes when she gets on the same plane with Kim Seok-jin. 

daydream- @dom-joonie

Your literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios…involving him.

sexploration- a little tied- @joopiterjoon

sub jin get’s a little tied up

a kiss of marble- @jinpire (kimtrain ao3)

His gaze trails down your nose and lingers on your lips, before falling to the curve of your neck and the tiny bend of your shoulder visible above your t-shirt, the attention so acute and suggestive that it feels like a tangible brush on your skin. “Hmm… I’ve got a few ideas.” [Vampire!Seokjin, donor! reader]

lost control- @floralseokjin

you’ve always wondered what it would feel like to take control in the bedroom for once and Seokjin’s more than happy to let you do as you please…

sunrise- @ironicarmy

During the trip to his parent’s lakehouse, you and Jin decide it is now the perfect time to Marvin Gaye, after years of waiting for the right moment. However, with your friends tagging along and their own emotional baggage to deal with, having the perfect night is proving to be a challenge. So, will you, or won’t you?

dear ophilia- @noir0neko

The most dangerous people can be the most exciting…(bit dark, just a warning)

the devil wears armani- @floralseokjin

You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

float like a butterfly swim like a fish- @bangtaninink

pool sex with college senior and captain of the swim team jin

burgers, fries, and some ice- @moononthejoon 

saying i love you to someone for the first time should not be in a diner in the middle of nowhere, but things never go the way you want them to be

definitely you- @moononthejoon

money can buy you everything, well, not everything, it can’t buy love. seokjin had found that out and now he remained wifeless. little did he know he would find love where he least expected it.

bite!- @nottojay

Jin’s calm and collected; you’re anything but. Jin’s got fangs and super strength, and you can put up with Taehyung and Jimin’s antics.

just a coffee- @mind-of-a-hardstan

Jin comes back to visit a few months after he moved away to study. You invite him over for coffee and naturally you end up talking for hours. And then you end up in his lap… 

the green light- @nottojay

Seokjin has the looks. He has the money. He has the success. He has the friends. He has it all. Well, all except you. The light at the end of the dock.

before the after- @ddaengyoonmin

The end of the world kinda happens

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth”

first time with jin- @inkjam-moon

reader’s first time

carnival rides- @geniuslab

Working at your parents’ funnel cake stand during the summer sounds like a decent enough gig. But you didn’t quite plan for the exhausting heat or the cute gelato guy who would make it his mission to get you to like him. Warning: This ride will get you wet!

sleeping with a friend- @underthejoon

friends to loves, a classic

big dick, big heart- @floralseokjin

your new boyfriend has a really big dick

guarded- @kpopfanfictrash

 “Was that supposed to be a wink, or did you blink at different times on purpose?”- life guard au

under the coven’s protection- @army-author

I’m a vampire, and you’re a human who’s prone to getting hurt. Please take better care of yourself, or I might not be able to control myself!

bound for life- @versigny

ummm pegging? 

best friend- @littlemeowmeowschimmy

Being away from your best friend for years suddenly sparks some sexual tension which both of you don’t have a problem releasing 

dimple- @floralseokjin

What’s the rule again? How many dates does it take for you have sex with a guy? Three? Five? Ten?! What if all this waiting and you can’t remember how to do it? It’s been so long since the last time you swear you’ve forgotten! You’re desperate, and that’s how you end up asking your roommate for help. Only trouble is, you get much more than you bargained for…

enraptured love- @kookscrescent

You are still in the beginning stages of your relationship. Still learning about each other, and both enjoying taking things slow, but at this stage you are both more than ready to take things a step further. 

rock hard- @jiminspjm 

“recreational activities make me hard” - rock climbing au

the man in the pink cape- @randombtsprincessa

You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.

love bite- @taetaesbaebaepsae

Seokjin knows he’s handsome, but he can’t shake the feeling that maybe you want him for something other than his good looks…

serendipity- @iq-biased

A string of events after a one night stand have you getting closer to a single dad than you’d initially intended.

(s)ex calling- @mintedmango

Your life was in shambles. No job, no money for your next semester in college and your roommate won’t let you mooch off of him again… What are you supposed to do when you see an ad for the HOTLINE app? Turn down easy money? This summer was going to be one you never forget!

softy- @gukptune

a freshman and senior seemingly despise each other, one says the other acts older than they are and one says the other acts like a child, a feud brewing within the estranged pair

golden boy- @kpopfanfictrash 

The golden boy of the porn industry, prettier than half his female co-stars. Will sue if you pull his hair. Always bothering his neighbors with pizza delivery.

amaranthine- @versigny

vamp Jin Drabble

the stalk- @versigny

single mum reader

Piece by piece- @underthejoon​

a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you.

#jin #jin x reader #jin x you #jin x oc #jin x y/n #jin fluff #seokjin fluff #jin scenario #seokjin scenario #bts scenario #seokjin #kim seokjin #seokjin x you #seokjin x oc #seokjin x y/n #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x you #kim seokjin x oc #kim soekjin x y/n #kim seokjin fluff #kim seokjin scenario #kim seokjin smut #jin smut #jin angst #kim seokjin angst #seokjin smut #seokjin angst #bts smut #bts fic rec #fic recs

[huangfilms]

Pet Shop Worker!Kun

summary: i volunteer at different places a lot so i don’t stay in one place for more than a week or so but i started volunteering here and wow you’re kind of cute so i think i’ll stay here for a while

requested by: my sweet baby munchkin @kunuwu thanks for waiting oh-so-patiently for this!! i love you sweetie!

(A/N) here ya go,,, it’s been such a long wait for this i am so sorry sweetheart but! i have finally written it! it took a lot of perseverance for me cause i have no motivation for literally ANYTHING and i didn’t know how to approach this but!!! i hope you liked it I Love You and your random messages about nct in the early morning <3 (also im sorry that hs tutor mark isnt out yet i’ll probably do all these headcannons first HAHA)

let’s say you’re a college student

and you love to volunteer places in your free time cause you live like this

everyone knows that you volunteer places but never stay volunteering at one place for too long

cause you like to explore and see what you like

and this week you decide to volunteer at a pet store near your dorm cause!! you love animals

so when you first go in youre in awe because wow! these animals are super cute fat uwu

you walk up to a worker to ask where you can sign up for volunteer hours

and this worker looked a little surprised cause no one really volunteers

also

this worker was kind of cute....... just saying

anyone with eyes would agree

but anywho

so he goes into this office thingy and gives you this paper which you could fill out and start volunteering the next day

and you take a look at his name tag and it says ‘kun’

when you’re done filling the paper you’re all like, ‘thanks kun! the name’s y/n! i’ll see you tomorrow!’ :)

he gives you a smile and you melt and then blush 

you hope he didn’t see you blushing cause it was pretty intense

but he did

he found it endearing cause you’re cute too

so anyway it’s the next day

and you come into the shop at around 1 pm so you aren’t really early but you aren’t late either

when you go in you’re greeted by kun who probably saw you walking to the door

he hands you an apron and told you that you could feed the animals, the food is in the back 

while you’re feeding the fish, you sneak a few glances at kun

boy was attractive how could you nOT

and sometimes he would already be looking at you with a shy smile

but then he would turn red because you caught him

and throughout the whole day you guys are just like,,,, smiling at each other and just looking at each other

blease talk to each other or something

it becomes like 5 pm and you wanted to go eat but you still wanted to go there after cause it would be open until like,,, 9

you go and tell kun that you’re just gonna go to the fast food restaurant down the street and ask if he wants anything

you also add in if it’s okay that you go back after eating

and he says that he has dinner packed in the staff room, and that yeah of Course It Is Okay

so you eat or whatever and its like 7 when you walk back

and when you come back in, you see kun talking with someone

you don’t want to disturb them so you check on all the pets quietly

you can faintly hear them talking, and you hear your name so you look up very subtly

‘how’s your new volunteer? do you like them????’

you can hear a slap and you try your best not to giggle so loudly

‘they’re really cute but i just met them yesterday so i don’t really know how they’re like’

‘‘do you plan on getting to know them??? you’re blushing’

and then his friend laughs and you hear another slap

‘in all seriousness though, i think you should, it wouldn’t hurt to try!’ and then when you walk near the birds you can see his friend waving bye and exiting

you clear your throat while looking at all the accessories to make it look like you just weren’t listening to them

‘oh, y/n! you’re back whendidyougetback’

and you look over to see him red in the ears

‘i came back around thirty minutes ago? i didn’t want to bother you since you were talking with someone.’ and then you smile at him

and he just flushes even more ‘did you hear what we were talking about?’

‘you just shyly nod at him, and then he groans a little but before you could filter your mouth you say

‘i think you’re cute too’

and now you’re the one who’s blushing

then you two begin to talk to each other and then it becomes 9 pm and suddenly he’s walking you home

walk you home by nct dream? i agree

you find out that he goes to the same college as you but you guys major in two completely different departments so that’s why you’ve never seen him

but you find out that you guys have mutual friends

inch resting that you guys haven’t met until now LMAO

so anyway he just goes in a quiet voice, ‘i’ll see you tomorrow?’

and you grin and say ‘of course! see you!’

and when you turn around you’re grinning so hard your face starts to hurt

fast forward a weeks

you and kun become really close in that small time frame

and one day you get a text from your close friend doyoung, ‘what place are you going to volunteer at now??’

you reply, ‘actually i think i’m going to volunteer at the pet store a bit longer than usual’

he only sends you the eyes emoji cause over the week he visited you like twice but he see you throwing heart eyes at that dude kun you work with

he doesn’t know much about him cause you refuse to say anything

you reply to doyoung saying that you two are just friends 

anyway you’ve been going there everyday at the same time and kun always walks you home

you two are always joking around but he still gets a little shy

i mean it’s understandable you get a little shy sometimes

like when you guys are walking to your home sometimes your hands would brush and you get really shy

but anywho!

fast forward to like a month later

and you don’t have the heart to volunteer any place else cause you like spending time with the animals

and with kun

he’s gotten bolder

he hugs you when you guys say bye at your door

he asks you out to lunch when you don’t volunteer and he’s off of work for the day

he’s just been a little flirty too

during the month you meet some of his friends briefly when they go into the store

and they’re all loud but its all g cause they’re cool people

he meets some of your friends too

like your younger ones who have Very Big Mouths

‘yeah they Never stop talking about how cu-’

‘OKAY chenle you can like,,, go now!! by e sweetie !!!!!!!’

what kun doesn’t know is that you texted chenle saying that you’d buy him ice cream if he never says anything else while hes in there ever again LMAO

and chenle quickly shut his mouth

but anywho

since the pet store was closing a little earlier than usual, you ask kun if he wanted to go somewhere instead of straight home

you two go to the park near by and just talk and play around on the swings and chase each other around when one says something jokingly

when you guys become tired, you sit on a bench under a light and just take a breather

‘so i’ve heard that you don’t really stay in a place to volunteer for more than a week’

you freeze cause WOOPS

‘what made you stay?’ and then he laughs a little but you can see that he’s blushing as well

‘a certain worker was friendly and interesting so i guess you could say i stayed to get to know him better’

you’re looking at the floor when you say this though

and theres so much red on your face its pretty comical

then kun laughs a bit and you look up at him cause he’s so-

cute

and his laugh is literally your favorite sound sigh

it’s like the gates of heaven open up-

just kidding the gates of heaven open up when he smiles

but anywho !

you two call it a night and you guys walk to your house

while walking, you felt kun grab your hand and intertwine your fingers

abby: screaming

your mind: chaos

HE’S HOLDING YOUR HAND ! 

so you squeeze his hand and then smile up at him

when you arrive at your door, you lean up to kiss his cheek!!!! and then he

he gets flustered !!!!!!! what a cutie :’)

‘i’ll see you tomorrow kun!’ and then he’s just frozen at your doorstep with a big grin and he just waves

cause his mind is in overdrive hes sure he won’t say anything coherent if he opens his mouth

when you shut the door, he leaves with the BIGGEST grin on his face that his cheeks are sore when he gets home

okay so the next day! 

when you arrive at your usual time, it’s quiet in the shop

and that’s unusual cause kun has at least a few of his Loud Friends over so you kinda miss the noise

it just feels,,,,, empty

there are some other workers and they’re looking at you With This Look and its a little weird

cause why??? are you??? looking at me??? like that???

and when you see kun his back is to you

and then you go to tap his shoulder and ur about to say

‘yo what’s going on’

but then he turns around with a cute lil puppy and the puppy is wearing something

he grins and just hands the puppy to you

‘go out with me’

‘kun how am i supposed to go out with a dog isn’t that be-’

he kisses you

on the Mouth

WOOOOO

YOU ARE GOING! CRAZY! 

you really don’t know what the Freak Is Going On but hey you kiss him back!!!

it’s a weird angle since you still have the dog in your hands LMAO

he pulls back and he gives you a Cute Lil Smile HNNGNGSKJDFSF

anyway fast forward like a week or something

you tell kun that hey!!! i think it’s time i start volunteering somewhere else!!!

and he has a pout on his lips and hes all like ‘whatever makes you happy bub!’

‘you make me happy’

and he blushes HEHEHHEHE

but when you start volunteering some place else kun visits you all the time

and he gives you sneaky kisses and hugs you Every Where You Go

when both of you guys aren’t working/volunteering, you guys go on cute dates

one time you guys went to a dog cafe and?? the most?? precious??? ever??????

but anyway this is getting Really Long so! 

to end: kun would be just as soft with you as he is with the animals

he will always walk you home if you’re out late

Everything Is So Good and soft and 

one day you guys adopt a pet together! so that means you guys moved in somewhere in that time frame LMAO

but anyway !!! kun with animals is such a soft concept ugh my Heart Is Fragile Don’t Touch Me

Masterlist

#qian kun scenarios #unlisted

[devilsbound-a]

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  introduction.

what’s up sluts ! admin fox here with yet another blog & yet another character .... if we’ve never met before, damn ya lucky ! but anyways lmao i’m fox, i’m twenty years old ( twenty-one next month woop woop ) and my pronouns are she/they but really whatever u wanna use is fine. this muse is kinda old but i’ve never played him in a group setting so i’m really excited to throw my garbage son into the world ! if you’d like to plot with wolfie, just give this post a ♡ or message me !

pro tip: add /mobile to the end of my url so it is easier to read !

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ matthew daddario + cis male + he/him — have you met wolfgang ‘wolfie’ zaharov? they are a twenty-eight year old known around town as the dirtbag. they currently work for the savages as a pimp, though they are also a preacher. they are a bisexual scorpio, which means they are amicable + hard-working, as well as selfish + untrustworthy. all black clothing. shaky tattoos. rosaries laying over chest hickeys. 

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  history.

wolfie is ajax anderson’s oldest kid ( that people know of lmao ), and he was raised by the man. his mother abandoned him with his dad when wolf was just two months old, being a drug-addict stripper that certainly wasn’t looking for the responsibility of raising a child; wolf has no memory of his mother, and the only information he has of her is the name on his birth certificate. 

ever since he was a teenager, ajax always raised wolfie to be his heir, to follow his father’s footsteps and to, one day, run the town’s local brothel. wolfgang was never interested in it, actually. for as long as he could remember, wolfie was always disgusted by his dad’s actions. he hated the life of crime, hated that his father was running a brothel, hated the gang running the town. 

wolfie’s version of teenage rebellion was to join the local church. he swore celibacy and to uphold God’s words when he was just seventeen, being one of the youngest preachers in town. wolf spent a couple of years traveling the world to spread the word of god after that, and the time away from his family and his town only made him realize the mistake he had made. 

deep down, wolfgang has always been amoral with a penchant for trouble. as he stood in front of a packed church reciting the bible, all wolfie wanted to do was hang out with the cute guy from the bakery next door and smoke some weed. he drowned his personal demons for years, denying his own pleasures because that was what he was taught to do. about five years ago, however, he simply couldn’t do it anymore. 

wolfie came back to valdez about eight years ago, and at one point he simply broke. he came back to his father with his tail between his legs, begging for a job and some comfort. it was balthazar’s idea that he kept his day job as the town’s preacher: despite his wrongdoings wolf is still a very religious man, and balthazar caito saw advantage in having some good blackmail material on the local church in case he ever needed it. 

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  personality.

wolf is... an ass. he does only what he wants to, either it be having sex with strangers, beating someone in a bar fight or nearly overdosing on a friday night. he has no impulse control, and doesn’t care how his actions may affect the people around him. 

despite his infidelity when it comes to romantic relationships, wolfgang is loyal to the core when it comes to everything else, which is why he didn’t leave the savages when his father did. wolfie started our with the savages, he intends on dying with ( and for ) them.

he can be pretty arrogant too--- wolfie knows he’s a hot mess, but he’d rather focus on the ‘hot’ than the ‘mess’. 

will probably hit on you. and your sister. and your dad. and your mom. 

he’s still a good shoulder to cry on, if you need. during his years as a preacher wolfgang became a pretty good therapist, and he still gives off advice to anyone who may come to him. ( he’s the definition of ‘do as i tell you not as i do’. )

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  appearances.

he’s 6′5, with a mess of dark curly hair he hardly ever brushes. 

always with a scruff bc he’s too lazy to shave everyday, though he never lets it turn into an actual beard. 

he has a bunch of tattoos, none of them very well done. most of his tattoos are black and white and can easily be considered doodles. usually only gets a tattoo when he’s plastered. 

wolf has a silver nose ring on the left nostril, but he doesn’t wear it too often anymore. 

dresses in mostly black or dark clothing; he’ll put on a leather pant whenever he’s trying to get fucked but usually he’s in slacks and a black button down. 

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  plots.

a best friend — more like a confidant, the one person that gets to see wolf with his guard down; probably one of the few people in town that doesn’t underestimate him.

a childhood friend — wolfie left town at eighteen, and he also left this person behind. maybe they had a lot of plans of moving away together, of escaping life in a small town and becoming somebody together in the big city; instead, frank walked away in the first chance he got and abandoned this muse without second thought.

an ex — they dated for around two years, maybe even lived together for a while ? either way it ended horribly because wolf just couldn’t keep it in his pants.

a friend with benefits — wlf doesn’t do exclusive relationships very well, but he’s great in the sex department; this character would know that well, since he is constantly hitting them up for some fun with no strings attaches. 

an enemy — maybe they had beef before wolfie moved away, maybe they just met. either way, thy are constantly butting heads, maybe even brawling a couple of times.

a hate-sex type of fling --- they hate each other for some reason, can never be in the same room without screaming at each other. that is, until they’ve had a couple of drinks and end up sleeping together as often as they fight.

a protective friend --- wolf definitely doesn’t have his shit together. maybe this person doesn’t either, but that doesn’t stop them from caring for wolfie like the mother he has never had. 

workers --- wolfie currently runs his father’s old brothel. maybe some of the escorts work for him ? we could always add more to this plot, maybe wolfie is also a regular client, maybe the escort hates his guts, maybe they feel protected by him.

a neighbor — maybe they get along, maybe they hate each other with the passion of a thousand suns. who knows ?

a roommate --- wolfie is probably the worst roommate ever; he’s constantly bringing strangers home at late hours, he drinks and do too many drugs in the living room, probably doesn’t know how to clean up after himself. he makes really good food and pays his part of the rent on time, though. 

a party friend — wolfie loves to go wild, and this person isn’t stopping him. in fact, quite the opposite, with the two constantly egging each other on.

a cuddle buddy — wolfgang is definitely a touchy person, and so is this muse. they are always pda’ing in public, though it’s very platonic for the both of them.

a partner in crime — wolfie is constantly up to no good. some nights it’s just sitting in a parking lot drinking his weight on vodka, some nights it’s nearly getting killed in a knife fight at the local bar. whatever it is, this person is always there to back him up.

a childhood best friend — this two were attached by the hip all throughout their childhood and teenage years. in the past couple of years they grew apart, and are now trying to light up that flame again; which creates several awkward hang out sessions and late nights of doing the weird stuff they used to do as kids.

#valdez.intro #*ﾟ· ˚ ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me. / about.

[nathburnett0704]

Storms and Bickering

This short screenplay was one of my first attempts at writing one and is loosely based off of a similar conversation me and my friends had about going camping for the weekend. The aim of this script was to create a realistic depiction of what an argument about going away for the weekend with your friends would sound like. Although it may not be a glamourous story compared to my other works i believe it’s crucial in showing how I’ve developed as a screenwriter 

1    INT. NATH'S BEDROOM. DAYTIME (AFTERNOON)  1

Nath is sat on his bed typing on his phone and reading messages, everyone else is sat in the room talking and laughing about things they are going to do on the camping trip.

Everything is well until Nath checks the weather and see's that there is a huge rain and thunder storm happening over the weekend.

NATH

Guys?

everyone ignores him as they are all immersed into their own conversations that they fail to notice he's talking.

GUYS!

This get's everyone's attention

I'm sorry but are we sure this weekend is the best

Nath points his phone at the group and shows everyone the weather forecast

HOLLIE

I was just about to ask that

LIAM Yeah i was thinking that, maybe we should change it to either next weekend or the weekend after

KIT

It'll have to be the weekend after

Hollie's in Greece

Hollie nods

TIA

Plus me and Tom are away

NATH Well it say's here that there's a 50 percent chance of precipitation so i think the best thing would be to wait until the morning and if it's chucking it down then we'll call it off coz it's been saying it's gonna rain all week.

TIA wait which weekends this, the 21st?

NATH

No it's the 14th

TIA that's this weekend though?

ROBBIE It's still gonna be like 20 degrees boys and girls don't be pussies

TIA you said move it to another weekend, which one?

ROBBIE It'll just be wet but still hot, like it's not gonna be a storm it'll just rain

Robbie points his phone towards everyone to show them the weekend forecast

NATH It's just about the pegs coming out of the ground and the rain coming into the tent

ROBBIE (LAUGHING)

Mate it'll be fine

HARVEY Just close the tent then?

ROBBIE

I don't get the fuss

TIA do we say fuck it and go?

ROBBIE It's not even a fuck it situation, it's fine.

NATH

You know what yeah fuck it we're off

LIAM it'll just be better if we wait for a good weekend surely

HARVEY

There's not going to be

TIA Yeah but Kits not got long down here has he that's the only thing and me and Tom are away one weekend for a few days

ROBBIE everyone won't be able to come if it's another week

NATH Yeah but if it doesn't rain then we're good, and we have a gazebo plus what Tia said we don't know how long we have

ROBBIE It doesn't even matter if it bloody rains guys

NATH plus it's Robbie's birthday

HARVEY

Finally 18

TIA

Wheyy

ROBBIE woop woop, we are going like there is no fuss about it

NATH

I agree with Robbie

ROBBIE Yeah thanks, rest of you stop being softies

NATH wear a coat, or sit under the gazebo, or stay in the tent, or sit in the car or bring an umbrella

TIA Nathan aren't you the one that bought this up in the first place?

NATH

Yeah but that's irrelevant, sorry guys

ROBBIE You lot was having a water fight in the rain the other week, surely it can't hurt you now

NATH That's a good point that, plus we wont have to worry as much about getting showers

ROBBIE

Only golden showers that night

Everyone laughs and starts to make light out of what was a bad situation

what should i get from the shops tomorrow though, what does people want? Name some food and i'll go buy them if you don't have it

NATH

Anything Scottish

ROBBIE

Yeah i know mate, I'll get you an Irn

Bru

NATH

Cheers

TIA I think me and Tom are sorted but thank you

KIT Right Guys this is Rain and Thunder and warning of floods. Not just a bit of rain, like serious chances of flooding. if people really want we can leave it until the morning but it kinda needs to be taken seriously cause if it floods the reservoir will rise and our tents will all get soaked let alone moving the cars out

NATH I think there's a pretty slim chance of the reservoir flooding but we'll wait until the morning

HARVEY Well i mean theres been warnings all week about Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday so i think it could be fine.

ROBBIE

It's not serious chances of flooding

KIT Yeah but Scotland has already started this storm so it is definitely rolling in for certain.

Robbie looks at his phone

ROBBIE It say's slight chance but reservoir won't flood anyways

KIT Robbie i'm literally looking at the weather now and it say's serious chances of flooding with torrential rain. Look i'm happy to leave it until the morning cause i really wanna go i'm just making it out it isn't just a bit of rain

NATH we'll be fine

KIT I just don't want soaking tents with no real way to cook, man-oeuvre through the farm and everything like that.

Robbie shows his phone again this time with a different media source

ROBBIE It say's small and slight mate we are fine

Everyone looks at Robbie

HARVEY

Robbie that's today's mate

TOM If there's a chance of floods i'm not going

KIT Yes but the news has just said that it's almost definitely going to rise, i want to do it i really do i just don't want the whole weekend to be fucked. and if it moves how the fuck are we going to move the cars?

ROBBIE

Man you are all fannies

KIT

Robbie we're being realistic

ROBBIE If it floods we will bloody know before alright

HOLLIE Wet tents and wet belongings is a no go. We won't be able to sit out and the ground will be to wet for pegs

KIT The weekend will be fucked if it's soaked, like what we gonna do?

ROBBIE

Well i'm going you don't have to

HOLLIE We're not saying it for that we're trying to explain that it won't be a simple and dry weekend for camping

NATH i can promise you now that reservoir will not flood. And if in the unlikely situation that it does it won't be anywhere near the cars

ROBBIE If your scared of the rain and watching the water rise very very slowly while we are sat next to it then that's you.

KIT Everyone want's to go, we're just having to be realistic

TIA Yeah me and Tom do want to come but if it's going to piss it down with storms as well i don't know how bad it can get.

KIT Plus we'll all be stuck in tents doing fuck all

HOLLIE right we'll leave it till morning we've just got to be realistic

TIA Sorry to be that guy but which morning are we talking about, Friday?

HOLLIE

Yeah

NATH

Yeah Friday

LIAM

I'm with Kit here guys

NATH Yeah but we've got a gazebo haven't we?

KIT

Yeah but it can't fit all of us

TIA Remember some people are wanting to social distance as well

HOLLIE And we wouldn't be able to cook or sit outside

KIT Look we'll leave it until Friday morning but this needs to be taken seriously

TIA

Agreed

LIAM i second that

NATH

Right

TOM

I third that

ROBBIE we checking if we can do it on Friday morning?

KIT That's literally just been said by everyone

ROBBIE If we can't do it then we'll have to do it another weekend but everyone still come down and we can go to kits

KIT I'll need to check with parents about everyone coming but should be alright yeah.

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Prompt Romantic Lyrics thingy - for Alistair/Warden (whose name I have forgotten, I am so sorry), 13. How can I hurt when I’m holding you ?

WOOP! STARTING MY PROMPT A THON. Miranda Cousland x Alistair. Thank you for the prompt! (also kinda works for day 3 of Alistair appreciation week. hope I’m not too late!) 

By the light of the campfire outside the Keep, the assaultwouldn’t stop.

Every timeAlistair thought she was done, she prodded him again, sticking and dabbing andgiving him searing pain. He was sure Wynne was doing it on purpose too.

“Alistair,” she scolded, “stopmoving so much.”

“Itstings,” he protested.

“That meansit’s healing.”

There justhad to be rage demons at the Keep, didn’t there? He was grateful at least theycould help Levi Dryden, but he should have figured something would have gonewrong. Whether it be darkspawn or demons, something always went wrong.

He was hit with a particularly badjolt. “Ow!” he exclaimed.

“Oh hush.I’m done with the salve now. It just needs fresh bandages.”

“Thank theMaker.”

“Begrateful Morrigan isn’t the one doing this.”

“Believeme. I am.”

After thedemons and Avernus were dealt with, it was too late to begin the journey toDenerim, and Miranda thought it best to call it a day. But Alistair didn’t seeher after they set up the campfire outside. Nor did he see her when Wynne wasbandaging him up. It was only then when Wynne angled him to the other side thathe caught a glimpse of her. She was hard to miss when the sight of that auburnhair was in view, even if the evening was becoming night. She was off to theside, away from everyone else. Farther away from everyone than even Morriganusually was. She must have been looking at the view. Or thinking of something.

He felt apang. A pang of something he didn’t really understand. Was it best to leave herbe? Was it best to go to her? Could he do that, go and try to say something,comfort her when she was clearly upset? Could he do that when he was just herother Grey Warden?

Well. Maybethey were more. Maybe. He didn’t really know.

“Speak toher.”

Alistairblinked at Wynne’s sudden statement. “I wasn’t—”

 “Thedoe-eyed looks were just at nothing then?” 

He sighed.A long time ago, he learned it was best not to evade with Wynne. “I don’t knowif I should,” he admitted. “She hasn’t told me much of anything about howDuncan recruited her. I know what happened, know what she lost, but…” he ranhis hands through his hair. “What can I say? I can’t make what she’s feeling goaway.”

“She hasbeen through so much,” Wynne said, regret in her words. “Too much. As you have.”

He felt a flare of shame,remembering how for days he wouldn’t say anything, depressed as he was aboutDuncan and the other Wardens. And there was Miranda. Working through it.Leading them ahead when she had lost so much more. “She won’t talk to me aboutit,” Alistair said, thinking of the times she brushed off speaking of herfamily, speaking only of Highever and her estate instead. Never of anythingelse. Maybe because it was too hard.

“If she wants to, she will,” Wynneassured. “Sitting here however, won’t accomplish anything.”

He had toadmit she was right. And though it took a moment,  at Wynne’s hawk-like gaze, Alistair resignedhimself and rose, tentatively heading his way over to where Miranda stood.

He cleared his throat. “Uh—”

 “Alistair,”she said, before turning around toward him. “I thought you were by the firewith Wynne getting your bandage done. Is something wrong?”  

“No,” he replied,all too surprised. “No. I was just…”

“Yes?” sheraised her eyebrows, prodding him on when he didn’t continue, and Alistaircouldn’t help but gulp. If beautiful women could stop Blights, then Mirandawould have had all of their problems solved already. And he hardly got to seeher like this in the first place—so relaxed, with her hair down and loose,framing her face, and green eyes without any hint of edge, as they so oftenwere when she was traveling, or talking with anyone else.

Instead,tonight, there was something else. He knew as much.

“Um. Howdid you know it was me anyway?” he asked like a fool, stumbling over his words.

Shechuckled. “Your footsteps are the loudest out of everyone.”

“Oh.”

Shemotioned. “Hey. Thanks for dropping by though. It’s nice of you.”

It didn’t make him feel better. Actually, his nerves increased tenfold as he took a place byher. “Hey. Uh…good work today,” he said, far too awkwardly. “I’m glad we couldhelp Levi and clear this Keep.”

“I supposeI am too.”

 “Suppose?”

“Well,” shequipped, crossing her arms. “No one ever said being a Grey Warden would involveso many fetch quests and menial tasks.”

They hadargument after argument about this before, it was almost becoming a ritual.Almost every evening Miranda complained about the endless people that neededtheir help, and Morrigan would demand why it was necessary Miranda throw herservices at everyone when there was nothing they could give the party in return. Therewere some days Miranda agreed they shouldn’t do anything for anyone even. Alistairwould never tell her that to a certain point, sometimes he agreed. Ultimately though,even though she would never admit it, Miranda was too nice of a person to nothelp someone when she knew she could. And no one was going to stop her fromdoing what was right.

“No,” Alistair finally admitted,shifting his feet. “I know you’ve had none of the good experiences of being aGrey Warden, but—”

“But I losteverything to be here,” she snapped, too suddenly, and his tone surprised her. “IfHowe didn’t…do what he did, I may never have been standing here. Someone elsewould have been here and—”

“And wewould never have met.”

But Maker heshouldn’t have said that.

Not like this. Not like this,became his only thought. Not when she was lashing out and upset. It didn’tbother him, that she did. It was only human for her to be upset. What wasimportant was that she did what she had to do anyway.

But he didn’twant to admit it now. Not when she was upset. It should have been different.Should have—

He couldn’tlook into her eyes, ashamed as he was. He looked everywhere else. The sky, hisshuffling feet in the snow. Anywhere. It was why it came as a surprise when hefelt her fingers, a bit cold, but not un-welcome, on his chin. Letting theireyes meet.

It wasfunny how green eyes were just another color of eyes before hers.

“I’m sorry,”she muttered, and he knew she was. “I know I get frustrated when we’re notdoing something. Maybe that’s why I always make us do something, so I don’thave to think about anything. I try to bottle it up, but I tend to take thingsout on…” she looked down now, before meeting his eyes again, and continuing, abut hushed, but continuing, “with people I care about.”

She was anoble. Deserved to be courted properly, even if he had only a small idea as to how. So he took her hand in his, and broughtit to his lips, giving her fingers a kiss. “There’s nothing to worry about, mylady,” he said. “I understand.”

A smileplayed on her lips. “Good. I—really. Thank you for understanding.”

“How could I not?”

She squeezed his hand. “I’m gladyou came to see me.”

Tentativelyhe wrapped an arm around her, and as the stars began to gleam, and she restedher head on his shoulder, he knew that everyone in the camp would see. Zevran,Wynne, Leliana, and yes. Morrigan too. But he didn’t care. Not even a little.Or at all. She was in his arms. Why should he care about anything else?

“Today wasmy nephew Oren’s birthday,” she said, still looking at the stars. “He wouldhave been eleven years old.”

His “I’msorry,” was too feeble. Too useless. It couldn’t bring him back. “You know,” hebegan however, remembering what the cooks at Castle Redcliffe used to tell himwhen he was sad he had no mother or father, “they say the people we love becomestars in the nighttime sky.”

“I heard,”she said. “It’s a beautiful sentiment.”  

He didn’tknow she was crying until she fell further in his arms, her tears wetting histunic. He held her as she cried, gently rocking her back and forth, allowingher this. She had never cried before. Not in front of him, and it felt intimateand strange. Yet she needed him, so he held her still. Kissed the top of herhead. Let her know through his actions and not words, that she would alwayshave a place in his arms.

“Mira,” hemuttered. “I—”

She peeredat him. “Mira?”

“You don’tlike it?” he asked. “Your full name is long, and—”

“My familyused to call me Mira. That’s all.”

“Oh. That—howstupid of me,” he said quickly. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it. Ipromise.”

“No. Ihaven’t heard it in a while, that’s all. You can—you can call me ‘Mira’ if youwant. I don’t mind. I like hearing it again.” 

He smiledat her smile. “Alright then. Mira.”

One morekiss. To her forehead. Another day, he knew. He would try for the lips. Butthere was plenty enough time for that. Someday soon, when it wasn’t too soon.After she knew what a rare and wonderful thing she was to him.

The rose.Next time. Tomorrow maybe. Give her the rose.

“It’s notso bad, when we’re together,” she said. “Actually. It’s like…well. It’s like Idon’t hurt at all.”

“Neither doI.”

She wasbeautiful, when she smiled. “Good.”

WhenLeliana told stories by the campfire that night, Mira wouldn’t let go of hishand. Alistair knew Wynne was smirking at him. But he was entirely too happy tocare.

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[inktae]

So a fic I wish you would write... honestly whatever you want to write tbh lol. When you enjoy writing something it's usually 100%, but for the sake of the game... maybe a fallen angel au? You're always great with Aus like that. I can't really think of a plot right off the top of my head, but I think maybe Tae or Jungkook for it? Ahh I'm sorry this is isn't much context! I'm curious to see what you come up with (but if you don't want to/can't think of anything, don't feel pressured 💕).

so I had a somewhat small idea for a drabble, and then I started writing, and it quickly turned 1.7k WOOPS but anyway, it’s still kinda short and I applaud myself for that :’D I hope you like this!!! it was super fun to write!

It feels like the war has been going on forever.

You cannot lie — the thrill was made for you, just as you were made for it. Apocalypse days are rough and cold, they drag on and slow down time, clocks struggling to tick as they bleed out the painful minutes that belong to a fight that does not seem to stop. Even so, it feels like you may be deserving of it all — that it is your place to be in the midst of such catastrophe, one that rings with the screams of dying humans and the shrieks of those other things.

The city you once knew changed its colors a long time ago, and the vibrant shades of life have now turned into lonely blues tainted with specks of red. Dawn no longer brings drowsy good mornings and warm cups of coffee, but rather an uneasiness that your body knows as well as your own breathing. A thick sheen of caution will follow you throughout the day then, fading when the night comes and you manage to fall asleep — only to be awoken hours later to the fresh twinge of fear all over again.

It is what you are used to, though. After all, you were taught to stand in the middle of war and grasp it with your own hands, to feel grounded despite the inevitable end of your world.

However, there is one person that does not allow you to settle in ways you wish you could.

“Will this be our home until we die?” your friend and coworker, Park Jimin, asked one night — six months after the monsters fell from the sky and brought hell to Earth, three months after the city fell into an eerie silence brought by death and defeat. The last standing humans had already left, not too long ago, but you and your only two friends still remained. The police station that used to be your workplace quickly turned into a home and hideout, which felt more than right for a workaholic like yourself.

“Well, we do belong here,” you said back from your spot by the shuttered window, clumsily sealed with wood planks. You liked to sit there at night and observe through the thin gaps the wood didn’t manage to cover, getting a glimpse of the dead night that not even the bravest fighter was willing to face.

“I don’t think we do,” he said, which made you turn in his direction. Laying on his back on the tattered couch of the station’s waiting room, he quietly stared at the ceiling, deep in thought and faraway from this narrow place. “At least I don’t. And I hope you also see it one day— that you don’t deserve this fate.”

Those strange, whispered words have stuck with you until today, one year after the apocalypse began. They keep your hope teetering on the edge, unable to fall and disintegrate like you wish it did. That minuscule part of you keeps you from giving up, keeps the weak flame of a candle from fading and reminds you that even if you desire to accept this as your fate, Jimin does not, and that should be more than enough not to give up.

That weak candle flame shines even brighter the day Kim Namjoon, your other partner and former boss, receives you at the abandoned station with a look in his face that makes you shiver from head to toe. You just completed your daily hunting round, check ups that became extremely tedious after the city got completely wiped out of humans and monsters alike.

The look on Namjoon’s face is one you have not seen in ages — and you immediately know what it means the moment you walk inside the station in hurried, frantic steps, sounds of faint shuffling and groaning stirring from one of the offices.

“One of them?” you ask, voice thin and almost breathless. Namjoon’s nod makes you stumble towards the source of the noise, heart almost stopping when you enter the office and see Jimin is already there, pale and frozen and eyes fixed on the other end of the room.

The thing is hunched against one of the corners. It is tied down, bloodied and dirty, barely moving as it weakly struggles to free itself. Having seen countless of them already, you can already tell it is starving for a kill, though it is too fatigued to do much about it.

“We found it behind the station. He was clearly on the verge of death, so we managed to take him in easily,” Jimin explains softly, as if not wanting for the beast to hear him. 

You should be used to the sight of their eyes, but it makes your heart race all the same. The unnatural grey of its orbs gently shines as if there was a flame behind its eyes, not so vivid due to its clear weakness, but still strikingly bright when compared to a human’s eyes. Despite its tiredness, the thing looks back at you openly, defiantly, as if daring you to come closer.

“Be careful, Y/N,” Jimin says from behind you, making you realize that you have been taking steps closer unconsciously. You immediately stop, never looking away from the monster’s gaze. “It’s a fallen one.”

“Don’t call it that,” you snap back sternly, grimacing at your friend’s quiet words. “It’s not a fallen one. It’s not an angel. It’s a monster.”

If there is anything you loathe the most from the ending of the world as you know it, is the name humanity gave to their prosecutors — angels, as if they came to save you all, as if your world’s fate is justified. You can understand why that word would come to someone’s mind; after all, their majestic snowy wings seemed more holy than dangerous at first, but what they do with their own hands should immediately rip that name out of everyone’s lips.

There is absolutely nothing holy about the things their kind has done.

Of course, with that label also came the fallen, monsters that go as far as ripping off their own wings so as to try and mix with humans, infiltrate in their homes and hideouts to carry out their vicious killings. You have no doubt that the thing in front of you is more insane than your usual monster — the fallen are particularly feared for their madness and lack of fear, their seemingly thirst for disaster and their wicked indifference towards causing themselves pain.

Then again, you never called them angels. They were always monsters to you — and your fear is as steady and firm as your hatred is, barely flinching as you step closer and kneel down in front of the dying creature.

And in its grey eyes you see more than depraved intents and a history of tragedy. You see way more than terror and the extinction of your race — you see a flicker of hope you have been trying to find for as long as you can remember.

“Seems like you are the infamous group of cops that were banned from what’s left of your weak society,” the thing says, voice rough and sickly, barely showing signs of life as it spits blood on the floor. “Why am I here? Do you want to be friends? Because I am all for that. I should thank you for saving so many of us angels back then. Though I guess that made all of your human friends hate you.”

You are unfazed by his words, though you can hear Jimin shuffling uncomfortably behind you. You take out your gun and press it against its temple, and you watch its defiant, slightly amused eyes as a quiet smile lifts your lips, one that makes the satisfied look on the monster’s face waver.

“No, monster. You are our ticket back to society.”

Jimin gasps at your words. Looking back, you feel your chest swell at the glazed over look on his face — finally showing a vivid yearning that was staring to lose its gleam. “We’re taking him to the safe zone, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” you say, voice softening. “We will offer him as our apology. They have to accept it, Jimin. And then we will get in, and you will finally be safe—”

“Good luck with that,” the monster interrupts beside you, coughing. You hit the side of its head with your gun, making it grunt in pain. You get up, observing with a frown as it starts to smile again through the pain. “And since we are going to be friends, you should call me Taehyung.”

The sudden strike of anger makes you kick him on the side, reeling in satisfaction at the howl of pain it lets out. You are immediately pulled away by Jimin, who frantically whispers in your ear that you need to keep the monster alive for it to be of any value.

“You make me sick,” you seethe, making the monster smile again.

“You didn’t say the same thing when you fell for one of us months ago.”

You gulp, staring into its eyes for a few seconds before suddenly stomping out of the room, gaze unfocused and breathing sharp as you walk towards the entrance of the police station. You faintly hear both Namjoon and Jimin calling your name, but you tune them out as you walk outside and inhale the pungent air, wishing it was not thick with the musty remnants of an endless war. You miss the freshness of it all, the noise, the life — as hectic as it all was, you are still human, and it is draining to pretend you do not need it all back.

Because no matter how many times you fuck up, no matter how many times you fail humanity and betray them, you still need them to survive, and Jimin and Namjoon do, too.

And this fallen angel may be your only chance to redeem yourself.

A monster named Taehyung.

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[akiameokami]

Finals? What finals?.....

Rhys is a college student struggling with finals. Feeling the need for something other than studying Rhys goes out to a grungy club.

That is where Jack comes in, well not litterally yet.

"Aaaghhh!" Rhys exclaims as he shuts his computer, not caring about whether it saved the paper or not. Let's be realistic, that paper was forced and it sucked. It was also due by midnight tomorrow though so he had some time. He looks around at the books, notes and crumpled papers scattered around him. It looks like such a mess but at the same time it screams "College Finals Week!". Rhys scrunches up his nose in disgust. To hell with this. He pulls his phone over and makes a few calls.

"Vaughn! Bro, hey I was wondering. You wanna go get something to drink?" Rhys asked into the line in his most annoyingly charming voice. He heard a snort from the other end of the line.

"Don't blow off your finals Rhys. I have to study and so do you. Goodluck!" He called and then hung up. That twit. I mean, sure he is right but that isn't what Rhys wants to hear right now.

"Yvette? Got any new clubs you want to check out?" Rhys asks tentatively to his other best friend over the phone.

"Rhysssss, you know the answer is yes. BUT not right now. Do you have any idea how to deduct and analyze Michelangelo?! This lunatic has no articulable thoughts in his paintings! I just... UGH!" She ranted from the other end. Rhys muttered his apologies and said goodbye. That was obviously a no.

He called a couple more people but they were all doing what he should be. He was almost tempted to call Vasquez just because Rhys knew he'd get him into some trouble. Wait, is that what he is looking for tonight? Trouble?

Sounds good to me.

Screw friends! Rhys could have fun on his own, or pick someone up along the way. After a quick shower, some hair gel and some atrociously colorful pants (teal with a yellow belt) he was ready to go! Except, he wasn't sure which club he was heading to. After a quick google search of some fun new clubs he decided with one named "Fake it". The website looked very edgy and just gave a lasting impression.

One taxi ride later Rhys was walking into Fake it with a grin on his face. He could feel the base before he even got inside but once the doors opened the base was shaking him to his core. Good choice, Rhys, good choice.

 POV switch

Jack was sitting in the corner by the bar, minding his own business (Okay, he was really watching the door looking for fresh meat) when he couldn't help but gawk at the pair of legs that just walked in. He follow the teal skinny jeans up, noted the stylish bright yelled belt wrapped around that slim waist, thought about how easy the buttons on that shirt would come off, but damn. He was not prepared for the face. The kid was hot. A mixture of giddiness and frustration on his face, Jack could tell what type of night he was looking for.

Before Jack could navigate to the kid some predators had already moved in. A greasy looking guy led him onto the dance floor and started bouncing along to the music. It didn't take long for him to close the personal space between them and he started reaching his hands into places hands shouldn't be if they aren't wanted. Jack clenched his jaw at the sight, already feeling possessive over the gangly cupcake of a kid, but he wasn't gonna be a dick. If that kid wanted to dance with the slime ball, he could. So Jack would restrain himself until he saw signs of discomfort. If he could manage, that is.

POV switch

"Hey beanstalk, wanna dance? My name is Gabe." An older man with a wiry smile said, extending a hand to Rhys. He was skeptical but he did come out for a good time, so Rhys went with him. The music in this place was pretty good and Rhys was really getting into the rhythm when he felt Gabe grab his waist. A little weird but what ever, Rhys kept dancing. Then Gabe slid one hand down to squeeze Rhys's butt cheek. This caught his attention. Rhys stopped bouncing and push away from him, but he kept a firm hold and tried to pull Rhys even closer. "What's a little foreplay, hmmm?" The guy whispered in Rhys's ear before he tried licking behind it. Okkayy! That was a turn off. Rhys reached his hand back and grabbed the wrist of Gabes hand that was on his butt and whispered into his ear, "Get that OFF of me and get off to some one else tonight." He squeezed the guys wrist and felt him pull away a little; however, the look on the mans face wasn't one to mess with. The hand that had been on his waist moved up and grabbed his throat, gripping tight enough to leave a bruise. "You don't seem to understand what's going to happen tonight." He said in a threatening voice, the look in his eyes were dead serious.

POV switch

There it was, the sign he needed. The kid pushed the slime ball away. Jack was taking his time to get over there until he saw the man grab his throat. Jack was not having that. Jack grabbed Slimy's hair and yanked his head back. "Get your hand off of his throat before I slit yours wide open!" He growled in the mans ear. The hands instantly fell as words of apology started leaking out of his mouth. Jack just rolled his eyes and started to pull him to the floor when the kid kneed the slime ball in the balls! Jack just stared at him amused and let the other one go. He promptly crawled away as Jack introduced himself to the kid. "Hey there, Pumpkin. My name is Jack but you can call me Handsome."  He gave a huge smile and extended his hand. Oh, how he wanted those legs wrapped around him till morning.  

POV switch

Rhys was seriously about to woop this grown mans butt until a devilishly handsome man pulled him away and did a much better job at threatening him than Rhys had. One quick look at the newcomer and Rhys knew what he was doing tonight. Remembering what had just happened, he felt the need to add his own damage to Gabe. So he firmly planted his knee in the older mans balls. The pained squeak that left the man's mouth made the new comer give a toothy smile.

"Hey there, Pumpkin. My name is Jack but you can call me Handsome." The man said as he walked a little closer to Rhys. The nickname sent a chill down his spine as Rhys wrapped his arms around Jack's neck, pulling him into him.

"My name is Rhys but you can call me anything you want." He said as he started to dance again. Jack just laughed as he started dancing along.

It didn't take long for the two gentlemen to start grinding intensely against each other. The foreplay was fun but Rhys really felt a hard-on coming and didn't want it in the middle of a dance floor. Jack must have been thinking the same thing because he whispered low into his ear, "Want to go somewhere else?". Rhys nodded his head in response. Jack lead him outside and up to a... Motorcycle. Nice.

"Where to, cupcake?" Jack asks as he passes Rhys a helmet. Rhys is slightly surprised by the helmet, Jack doesn't seem like a guy who likes to play it safe. "Uh.. Anywhere you wanna go?" He asks unsure of whether it's okay to say "your place!" or not. Jack raises an eyebrow at him and pulls him in by the waist. He whispers in his ear with a slight growl, "Don't make this my choice if you are ready for the consequences." His lips slightly brush Rhys's ear as he speaks. He is ready, yep, so ready. Never been more ready in fact. Rhys kisses Jack and nips at his lips, the look of surprise on the older mans face makes his heart race. "Oh I'm ready, Daddy." Rhys teases with a smirk as he pulls back and makes a show of getting his gangly leg over the motorcycle. He wasn't sure how Jack felt about being called daddy, it was a risk but he got the feeling that Jack may have been into that type of thing.

"Fuck..." Rhys hear Jack exclaim as a result of the teasing. Rhys looked the man over and he seemed to be a little speechless, he was definitely pleased. As Jack mounted the motorcycle he gave Rhys's knee a rough squeeze. "You ever rode one of these before?" Jack asked as he started the bike up. "Nope! But I love riding things!" Rhys yelled into Jacks ears. Jack shot him a stern look, but he had a twisted smile on his face. What? Rhys didn't care about being forward.

A fast ride later Rhys is left breathless as Jack pulls through a gate and drives up to an impressive private studio apartment. Surprisingly it was actually very near to his college, which was pretty perfect if anything went wrong.

Rhys followed Jack up the stairs and into the building in a somewhat awkward silence. Why the sudden awkwardness?

"Alright cupcake, welcome to my house. Sorry if it is kinda messy. I don't usually bring people home so... yeah. Want anything to drink?" Jack said, a little uneasy. He kept eyeing Rhys like he wanted to rip his clothes off but he was trying to be polite. Screw that. Rhys strode confidently (or at least that's what he wanted it to look like) over to Jack and grabbed the collar of the mans shirt, pulling him into a kiss. It was rough and their teeth knocked a few times but that was all the invite that Jack needed. Soon he took charge, grabbing a handful of Rhys's hair and supporting the kids back as he kissed him. Jack is a good kisser. Rhys was breathless and a little wobbly in the legs by the time Jack pulled away.  Jack brushed some hair out of Rhys's face as he stared at him. The mans mismatched eyes were intimidating but their stare lit a fire inside of Rhys. "Where should we start?" Jack asks as he pulls Rhys until he is pressing against him fully. "The kitchen?" He asks as he kissed Rhys forehead. "The living room?" he says with a kiss on the neck. "The shower?" He asks as he slides his hand under Rhys's shirt, brushing over he stomach softly until he finds his nipples and teases them gently. "The bedroom?" Jack says with a slight growl as his other hand fondles Rhys through his jeans. Rhys is clinging to him for stability and doesn't want to wait any longer. "Let's start there." He says before Jack gives him another option.

Jack leans forward and picks the kid up at the waist. He smirks as Rhys wraps his legs around him and holds on while he moves them to the bedroom. Yeah, those are some nice legs.

Jack sat Rhys down on the bed with a thud and then went to get the condoms and lube. Rhys was already undressing when Jack got back in the room. "You weren't kidding when you said you were ready, huh?" Jack asks with a pleased voice as he starts to rustle his own shirt off.

"Nope." Rhys says as his helps Jack with his pants. Rhys pulls down Jacks boxers and gets a good look at the massive cock that's perked up in front of him.

"Wanna taste?" Jack genuinely questions him as Rhys licks his lips. Rhys nods his head as he slowly leans forward and begins what Jack will remember as the best blow job he's ever had. The way the kid moved combined with those mismatched, teary eyes looking up at him. It really did it for Jack. Jack ran his fingers through Rhys's hair, gripping tightly and pulling his head back before he came. Jack came with a slight grunt as he released all over the kids face, that wasn't exactly his kink but he didn't want Rhys trying to swallow it. Rhys pouted up at him a little as he waited for Jacks queue. "Don't worry kitten, it's my turn to spoil you." Jack says with a growl as he slides Rhys onto his back while planting traveling kisses along his jawline and neck. Rhys was very surprised with how gentle Jack was. The man was full of fierce and wild energy, but the way he caressed Rhys and fucked him gently was something out of this world. It almost felt as if Jack cared about him and Rhys needed that. Jack was the type of lover who worked Rhys open nice and slow, just to watch him squirm. He nipped the inside of his thighs, leaving red marks as Rhys moaned at the little sparks of pain. When he finally pushed into Rhys, he did it nice and slow so that the kid was begging for him to hurry. Once he started thrusting in, he had a rhythm to him that was almost beastly to Rhys, not that was in the frame of mind to think about it. And that was just the first round. Jack get Rhys moaning and gasping all night as they took turns finding each others sweet spots. Rhys had been looking for trouble but he found something better.

 Rhys woke up to two muscle bound arms wrapped warmly around him. He snuggled in slightly to Jacks test. Finally, this is what his life was missing. Finally... Finall.. FINALS! Rhys sat up in a fluster, looking for his underwear, as he remembered that he had a thesis to finish! Jack sat up and looked around with a sleepy haze in his eyes. "Where's the fire?!" He says in a grumpy voice. "Uh no... sorry there isn't one, I just.. I am a college student and I have a thesis and.. sorry." Rhys says distractedly while he tries to find all his clothing. Where is his damn belt?

"Wait... you're a college student?" Jack says, wide awake now. Rhys slows down and sees the alarm in his eyes. "Yes? Is that a problem?" he asks with concern. "What class are you trying to finish your thesis for?" Jack asks with curiosity. "Uh... my sociology/psychology hybrid course. It is online and the teacher is a dick." Rhys says with a frown as he thinks about the rigorous assignments that he has almost died doing this past semester. Jack flops back in bead and cackles loudly while holding his head. "This is ridiculous.." He mutters after his wild laughter.

"You think my agony is funny?" Rhys asks, pretty offended. Jack sits up with a stern look on his face.

"No, I think it's funny that last night you were sucking my dick and this morning you're calling me a dick." Jack manages to say with a straight face.

Wait a second... WAIT A SECOND! "You're my teacher?" Rhys questions as he sits down on the edge of the bed. "Fuck.." he exclaims as he puts his head in his hands. This wasn't good, he was gonna fail that class now. Not to mention he thought he'd just met a nice guy and turns out, he hates him. Jack rubs his hand up and down Rhys's back in a comforting manner as he slides over to the kid.

"Rhys, you're a good student. You have A's and enough extra credit to pass without a thesis. I don't know why you're so stressed about the final." Jack says in a soothing manner. Rhys looks at him in bewilderment.

"Are you serious? Do you know how hard I've tried to please you this semester?! And I was actually succeeding?!" Rhys yells in frustration. This teacher had killed his social life, sent him into severe depressed mood swings multiple times and made him question himself as a person multiple times and here he is telling him that he did good?!

"Rhys, I know this is awkward but yeah, you are an amazing student and have real promise in both sociology and psychology. I have really enjoyed having you as a student." Jack sits up so that he can have a proper conversation with the unstable kid sitting in front of him. "I didn't know that you were my student when I brought you home last night, just so we are clear. BUT, I would like to keep seeing you once you submit that final." Jack says confidently while holding Rhys's hand captive. 

Rhys looks up at Jack in surprise, "Hell yeah!" He responds in excitement. Jack chuckles a little and gives Rhys the "You sure?" look.

"Yes Jack, I mean, you're actually an awesome guy and... I just.. Please? Can we?" Rhys asks back to him as he gives him his best puppy dog eyes.

Jack leans in and kisses his forehead and whispers, "Anything for you Rhysie."  

Needless to say, Rhys got an A- on his thesis. Professor dick thought that it felt "rushed" but considering Rhys typed it up on the professors private laptop in the final hour before the deadline, that made sense.

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