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Top 12 most anticipated games of 2024

2023 was among the best years for video video games in latest reminiscence; what’s cooking in 2024? Since I’m a lover of mainly each online game style, this record will include AAAs, indies, and every part in between.

High 12 video games to sit up for in 2024

I’ve seen individuals on-line joke that with all of the extraordinarily anticipated video games and films coming in 2025, 2024 has been dubbed a filler 12 months (like how there are filler episodes in anime). After seeing this record, I feel you’ll disagree. Associated: 10 finest PC equipment you’ll want you had sooner Whereas there are numerous video games we all know are coming in 2024 that we don’t have an official date for and there are numerous video games that can be launched this 12 months that we don’t learn about but, this record accommodates a handful of video games I feel are gonna be nice. Final Fantasy 7: Rebirth

Picture: Sq. Enix Arguably, Final Fantasy 7: Rebirth goes to be the largest recreation of the 12 months. Personally, I’ve by no means understood the hype round Final Fantasy, however I do know it’s beloved by many — and this one has Sephiroth, so it’s gonna be loopy. Final Fantasy 7: Rebirth is popping out on February 29, 2024. Now could be the time to play by means of Final Fantasy 7: Remake Intergrade to get caught up with the story. Pacific Drive

Picture: Ironwood Studios Actually, one of many video games I’m most anticipating in 2024 is Pacific Drive. I like the area of interest style of video games that offers you possession over a customizable, purposeful car and allows you to free-roam with that residence base, and Pacific Drive is simply that in a survival roguelike type. The spooky Pacific Northwest environment, the customizable, upgradable, drivable automobile, the road between exploring and surviving — it’s all calling my title. Pacific Drive doesn’t have a agency launch date but, however it will likely be launched in 2024. Associated: 10 Video games like The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Future 2 The Remaining Form

Picture: Bungie It’s completely comprehensible if you happen to aren’t a Future 2 fan — at this level, I hardly am myself. Nonetheless, since I’ve been engrained within the recreation for thus lengthy, I can’t wait to expertise the epic conclusion of the Mild and Darkish Saga that we’re getting in Future 2 The Remaining Form. Future 2 The Remaining Form is releasing on June 4, 2024. I’m hyped Bungie has delayed it, going again to the drafting board to verify the standard of The Remaining Form is as excessive as doable. As excited as I'm for The Remaining Form, it’ll be equally attention-grabbing to see what occurs after The Mild and Darkish Saga. Metaphor: ReFantazio

Picture: Studio Zero I’m not the largest Persona fan and even I’m stoked to Metaphor: ReFantazio. This recreation is a model new IP for the Persona builders set in a medieval fantasy. Prepare for a deep (and lengthy) story with turn-based and motion fight. Anticipate Metaphor: ReFantazio in Fall 2024. I’m ready for Metaphor: ReFantazio to transform me to the Persona-like methods. Dragon’s Dogma 2

Picture: Capcom Dragon’s Dogma 2 appears insanely good. It’s a single-player medieval fantasy expertise the place you get to decide on your class and work your means towards slaying a dragon. The buildcrafting is robust, the fight appears stable, and the choices for how one can take down enemies ranges from climbing on them to destroying them with smoke magic. Dragon’s Dogma 2 comes out on March 22, 2024. If you wish to get a style of what the sport can be like, you possibly can play Dragon’s Dogma 1 now because it’s free in lots of locations together with PS Plus. associated: 14 Greatest Bethesda video games Senua’s Saga: Hellblade 2

Picture: Ninja Principle This one has been in growth for some time and I’m very excited for it. Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice rocked the gaming world in 2017 with its extremely character-driven story centered on a Celtic lady affected by a type of psychosis. It’ll be very attention-grabbing to see the place Ninja Principle takes the story in Hellbalde 2. Like many video games on this record, Senua’s Saga: Hellbalde 2 doesn’t have a confirmed date however it's coming in 2024. I’m extra assured in Hellblade 2 releasing this 12 months because it has been in growth for thus lengthy. Zenless Zone Zero

Picture: MiHoYo Zenless Zone Zero is mainly Genshin Impression or Honkai Star Rail however in an city setting. MiHoYo has killed it with Genshin Impression and Honkai Star Rail, and if you happen to haven’t at the least tried these video games, it is best to. Zenless Zone Zero comes out on April 26, 2024. Put together to grind for anime mommies and zaddies (I hate that I wrote that). S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 2: Coronary heart of Chornobyl

Picture: GSC Sport World There's considerably of a cult following round S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and that’s as a result of it’s one of many best-crafted open-world survival video games thus far. Individuals have been anticipating S.T.A.L.Ok.E.R. 2 for many years now and at last, in 2024, we’re getting the sequel. After just a few delays, I’m hesitant to imagine that S.T.A.L.Ok.E.R. 2: Coronary heart of Chornobyl can be launched in 2024, however my fingers are crossed. I cherished the Metro collection and if that is higher than that, you realize I’ll be enjoying it day one. Star Wars Outlaws

Picture: Ubisoft In the event you love the Star Wars: Jedi collection as I do, you then’re most likely jazzed on the prospect of extra of that with Star Wars Outlaws, however sprinkle in some GTA parts. Ubisoft could be form of hit and miss, however I received’t cross up the chance to play a bounty hunter open-world Star Wars recreation. I wouldn’t be shocked to see this recreation get delayed to 2025 or past, however it's presently scheduled for a while in 2024 and I hope that’s once we get it. Associated: 10 Video games like Star Wars Jedi: Survivor that can make you one with the Drive Tekken 8

Picture: Bandai Namco I’m not a lot of a preventing video games fan — I performed my justifiable share after I was youthful with Tekken Tag Event 2, Soul Calibur 2, and Tremendous Smash Bros. — however Tekken 8 is gonna change preventing video games eternally. I’ve had a few fighting-fan coworkers play the Tekken 8 beta and so they’ve been blown away. The discharge date for Tekken 8 is January 26, 2024. Avenue Fighter and Mortal Kombat 1 followers aren’t prepared. Hades 2

Picture: Supergiant Video games Hades was among the best indie video games of all time. It redefined the roguelike style by means of attention-grabbing characters, a significant story, and tight gameplay. There’s little question Supergiant Video games will do it once more with Hades 2. Hades 2 is launching in early entry in Q2 2024 which I’m form of upset at. I’ve performed video games that I’ve cherished in early entry earlier than and it hurts to tear myself away from the sport to attend till it's completed and it’s typically awkward to return. I’d a lot moderately get a full-game launch, however with Hades 2, I’ll make an exception. Avowed

Picture: Obsidian Leisure Although it’s been a minute since we’ve heard something on Avowed, it does have a 2024 launch date and it’s completely one to sit up for. In the event you favored Fallout: New Vegas (which is arguably the very best of the collection), Outer Worlds, and/or Grounded, then get psyched as a result of the developer of these video games, Obsidian Leisure, is making Avowed which is mainly Skyrim within the Pillars of Eternity universe. Lately, I get hesitant to construct my pleasure for a recreation when there isn’t a agency launch date, so, like with Star Wars Outlaws, take the Avowed 2024 launch date with a grain of salt. If Avowed does drop this 12 months, it’ll be large. Wishful considering and honorable mentions

Picture: All Doable Futures These are the massive swingers coming in 2024, however there are just a few honorable mentions and wishful-thinking video games I hope come out in 2024, or at the least get introduced. The Plucky Squire is an indie recreation coming in 2024 that appears adorably enjoyable. It blends 2D and 3D fight right into a storybook fashion that I must play. The Gecko Gods is one other indie that appears superb — lovely artwork and also you play as a Gecko, what extra may you need? The opposite AAA video games that I’m wanting ahead to in 2024 are Cranium and Bones (I’m crossing my fingers that it doesn’t flop, however I additionally wouldn’t be stunned), Visions of Mana (I’m a brand new fan and the brand new recreation appears superb), Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League (to me, the delays seem like they’ve paid off because the traversal and fight appears extra enjoyable… we’ll see), and Black Fantasy: Wukong (historical Chinese language mythology is such an untapped angle). I’m an enormous Sony Pony, so all I would like in 2024 is video games (or at the least recreation bulletins) from Naughty Canine, Sucker Punch, Guerilla Video games, Housemarque, Media Molecule, and Santa Monica Studios. All of these Sony studios have been quiet for much too lengthy which is why I’m looking forward to an thrilling 2024 for Sony… however I’ve been let down earlier than. General, 2024 has some superb video games popping out. I hope there are some surprises as properly like Baldur’s Gate 3 and Hello-Fi Rush, two of my favourite video games of the 12 months, have been in 2023. Read the full article

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go big or go home | park jongseong

pairing ‣ roommate!fem reader x roommate!jay ft park seonghwa (ateez!)

genre ‣ fluff but angst a little if you squint

warnings ‣ a LOT of kissing, petnames, skinship, mentions of sex, r rated jokes, mc and jay are big lovesick idiots, light cussing, not proofread

a/n ‣ drum rolls please! and that’s a wrap, this is the final part to the roommate series (hyung line only) thank you thank you so much for showing so much of support it means alot, really! i hope you enjoy this fic, also i apologize big time for the very late delay :( but enjoy! (p.s i wrote this before the album dropped so the title isn’t related to dd’s gbogh HAHHA)

"if you think i'm going on this date then you're wrong mom, now please end the call!"

you love your mom, you really do but when she thinks getting on your nerves is her new hobby— you actually despise her.

like right now, at how she's trying to make you attend a blind date when you could be watching a newly released netflix show, all wrapped up in your bed in absolute comfort— and maybe with jay too since he's your movie buddy crush.

"y/n, just this one time okay! i've already set this up, my friend's son will be there in half an hour—"

"mom, i didn't ask for this," you whine, stuffing your face into your pillows with your phone still stuck to your ear.

"you're getting old y/n, and you still have no boyfriend or anything? how are you going to be on the same level as your cousins!"

a loud sigh escapes your lips as you get up into a sitting position. you wish she could hear what she just said— she sounded insane.

"i don't get why do you have to compare me to everyone else it's so— you know what?" you pause, defeat taking over you at last. "there's no point in arguing with you so this better be the last time you're setting me up with anyone!"

"this better be your first and last okay? no more after this because i will not go,"

"y/n my lovely daughter! that's a yes right? of course that's my daughter after all!" you could hear your mom jumping in excitement from the other end, it only made you disappointed and well, annoyed.

why was she getting so much joy from setting you up with some random guy? the only thing you knew of this guy was the fact he's your mom's friend's son— and nothing else.

"his name is seonghwa, i'll send you a picture and his contact via text okay dear? tell me how the date goes, bye!"

with that, she ends the call leaving you in dilemma this time. every time you think your mom couldn't get any worse, she proves you wrong almost too quick for your liking.

as mentioned, she sends you a picture of the guy you're meeting later and it catches you by surprise— in awe actually, he was a lot better than the image you had of him in your mind.

because holy fuck, did he look like he came out webtoon?

maybe your date wasn't going to be too bad, you actually got excited about it— and maybe you didn't despise your mom too much this time.

"y/n!"

attacking you on your bed was the one and only park jongseong.

"JAY IT HURTS!" you tap jay's back in pain at how he's sprawled out on top of you but as expected jay doesn't budge.

"PARK JONGSEONG I’M SERIOUS!"

this time listening to you, jay gets off and laughs at the sight of you. laying on your bed, squashed by him as you catch your breath.

"you— you look so funny!" his nose scrunched up he lets out a louder laugh clutching onto his stomach.

jay seems to be getting on the same page as your mom because how did he come running and jump on top of you and is now currently laughing his ass off, at you being squashed?

scoffing, you kick his ankle earning a loud yell from him and this time you're the one wheezing your ass off at jay whining in pain.

"DO YOU HAVE A LEG OF A STEEL Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK?"

"you look so funny!" you mock him, chuckling at his stiffened, pissed expression.

"don't mock me y/n, you'll regret it" jay scoffs in annoyance, sitting up as he leans onto the wall against your bed.

"or what? you're not all that park,"

jay's lips tug up into a smirk, as he shifts his position as he leans in towards.

"you think i’m, not all that, y/n?" he asks, getting closer to you. your heartbeat increasing second by second, making you nervous as your palms begin to sweat lightly.

seconds go by and jay keeps on leaning in, so close that with just one more push his lips would be plastered on your cheeks.

you should've actually spoken back to him because what he had going on was a trap.

in a heartbeat, your phone is snatched away from your hand along with jay who's now laid down on your bed scrolling on your phone.

"you prick!"

if it wasn't so obvious already, this guy— is your crush. who also happens to be your roommate and you could say best friend if you chose to be nice.

to give a little flashback it all started like every other friend to lovers- crush-. you were initially friends with jake, who's also your roomie. one thing led to another and that's how you met jay who's also jake's friend and happened to live with him.

time skip, you were looking for a place around that time too and jake apparently seemed to have a room vacant in his apartment. taking that as a perfect opportunity, you moved in, and just like that everything just fell into place.

getting close with jay and the rest despite being the only female in the unit was a given. what wasn't was the expected turn in yours and jay's friendship is what led to you catching a big fat crush on him.

what could you possibly do when he was solely the reason after all.

see, you wouldn't say jay's your ideal type but somehow he actually does tick off all the boxes in your case.

first, his breathtaking visual. it's undeniable that jay is extremely attractive, his blonde hair is just the perfect cherry on top for you. you'd be lying if you said you've never been caught staring at him.

you're actually wondering how is this man isn't a model or a celebrity, his looks are god-tier and you know it.

it doesn't help that he also has a very good wide range of knowledge, he's a living encyclopedia you must admit. even though at times he can be the stupidest asshole you've ever met— but park jongseong is a smart guy. the straight A's in his grades and the high GPA score prove it all.

his personality isn't any less either. a gold personality matching his every other charm is a home-run in fact. jay has a personality that exceeds every mom and girl's standards.

he's kind at heart, humble despite being wealthy, he's an absolute sweetheart and the list goes on and on.

you get the gist.

so what you're trying to convey is that when god gives you park jongseong, the man of every girl's dream— who are you to say no, and how are you able to resist him anyway?

"well i hate to break it to you y/n but i am indeed all that."

yeah, maybe you can resist him now.

jay has one flaw, and that is— he's too full of himself when he's around you. but you think that just means he's comfortable enough to be playful around you.

it makes you smile or whatever at times, you must admit so.

"what's this?"

"what's what?" you lean in and lay down next to him as your phone screen comes into view as well.

"oh,"

"who's this?" jay asks, handing you back your phone as he pulls you into his arms, snuggling against you.

jay's arms were truly one of the best places you can ever be at, it felt like home. it's so natural that when you have a rough day, jay being at the doorstep of your room with his arms wide open for you— it's your only comfort.

other than netflix of course, you just can't pick between jay and netflix if they were to be compared.

"that's seonghwa, my mum set up another blind date for me, i'll be meeting him later" you sigh, a frown on your face easily making jay's heart break.

oh how much he hated seeing you sad.

"go on," he says, running his fingers through your hair softly at a slow pace.

"i told her to not do that anymore and that this is the last one she'll be setting up because im not going to any of those anymore— and she compared me with my cousins about how im getting old and they all have boyfriends already," you huff in annoyance as the phone call from earlier comes back to your mind.

jay finds you huffing adorable, though.

"im still in uni, how am i old? im not even pushing thirty yet, geez!"

jay lets out a laugh at that, automatically making you smile at the sound of his laughter.

did you mention how much you liked his laugh? it was so cute and addictive. his laugh can easily make your day.

"yeah so, i'll go later and i don't know— i hope it works maybe my luck will finally work and i'll actually have a life that doesn't just revolve around school and binge-watching shows," you sigh.

jay only gives you a small smile before he pauses, "wait no— i hope it doesn't work out,"

for some reason, that sentence seemed to be giving you hope that he might actually like you back and that he's actually stopping you because he's jealous.

"then i can't hang out with you anymore, you're going to be all up your seonghwa guy's ass then, all lovey-dovey!"

right... he's jay after all.

"who said so?" you scoff at him, punching his shoulder back lightly.

"well isn't it obvious, that seonghwa guy is obviously gonna ask me to fuck off— which guy likes his girlfriend hanging out with another guy who isn't himself?"

he's right, maybe dating seonghwa could be a bad idea because then you would lose jay.

although at first, it seemed like a good idea to move on from jay at least since the feelings are clearly one-sided as of now— dating seonghwa has its cons after all for you and jay.

if seonghwa is kind enough— actually it sounds impossible. jay's right, which boyfriend would like to see his girlfriend all up on another guy?

especially when you and jay aren't even like other friends, you guys— have a way with your friendship. if anyone just saw you and jay at first sight without context they'd assume you both were dating at the way you both act around each other.

like now— what normal guy and girl, friends would be up in each other's arm making their stomach do flips at the slightest touch.

not majority of course!

"so do you want me to drive you? the subways might be busy later since it's rush hour," jay asks you, breaking you out of your thoughts once again.

"if you're not busy, then sure," you nod, giving him a smile.

"im never too busy for you y/n,"

overthinking has to be one of your worst traits.

and you mean it.

what if seonghwa is at a costly restaurant and you're not dressed for the occasion?

or what it's just a simple, casual dinner at a steak house or something like that and you're overdressed?

"you look just fine, y/n i don’t get why you're overthinking about it,"

you turn to jay who's giving you a frown while eyeing your outfit.

"what if this is not his style? am i dressed too casually? is it too—"

"y/n!" hands-on your shoulder, jay leans down to your height and sighs at you. "you look fine, really— you look really pretty, i promise. your blouse is perfect i love the color, your jeans in fine it shows off your ass really nicely too and your hair and makeup came out really well today!"

just like that, effortlessly park jongseong has a blush creep up your face at the many compliments he gave you. although the ass one almost made you scowl but you didn’t since you were too occupied staring right at him to worry about that.

"i will resent forever if you're lying, jay," you say, a frown tugs the smile off your lips.

"im not, you're very pretty today babe"

if one thing park jongseong was good at, is that he knows way too well how to flirt. pet names are his special power, he's a master at using it.

especially on you.

even a baby from your favorite actor doesn't even have the insane effect that jay's baby has on you.

"thank you," smiling at jay, you give him a hug in return for him assuring you that you indeed looked nice for the date.

you were about to move away until jay tightens his grip around, making you confused as to why he isn't letting go.

"jay? im going to be late, let me go—"

"stay still, don't move," jay says sternly which you obey quickly, saving the questioning for later since he sounded serious instead of his usual playful tone.

jay eyes the blonde-haired man leave the restaurant that you both were a few walks away from. anger builds up in him when he sees the guy hands intertwined with a girl, big smiles plastered on each other's faces.

what was he doing when he had a date with you in a few minutes?

yep! the blonde was indeed, park seonghwa.

jay's anger only adds up when he thinks that the blonde might be two-timing you and the girl. just the thought of it is enough to make his heart break at the sight of you being absolutely devastated when you see seonghwa like that, with another woman.

but then again, jay could be wrong. maybe that was his best friend? sister? cousin? but the gaze they held for each other was way too— intense to be simply stated as nothing. and jay knew that a little too well of course.

he knows that gaze, he gives that gaze. if anything, any sane person would immediately know how jay looks at you, in two large hearts.

jay looks at you in heart eyes.

"jay?"

you break him out of thoughts, immediately focusing his focus on the two pairs.

jay's latter suspicion is solved when he sees seonghwa lean in and kiss the girl. his mouth falls agape at the scene while his blood boils.

he’s a certified jerk now to jay.

but in reality, park jongseong was no different from park seonghwa. maybe the only difference between them is that seonghwa is already in a relationship, while jay on the other hand is in a very complicated friendship with you.

if it wasn't so obvious already, you— y/n y/l/n is the absolute love of his life. ever since the moment, he laid his eyes on you, jay knew you were exactly the one his heart yearned for.

in other words, jay guesses he can call it love at first sight.

what could he possibly do when you're solely the reason after all.

jay thinks you're exactly his ideal type and it's even better that you tick off all the boxes in his case.

first, your pretty looks. it's undeniable that you're extremely attractive, your lovely smile is the perfect cherry on top for him. he'd be lying if he said he's never been caught staring at you.

he actually wonders how you are single despite being every guy's dream girl, according to him. but jay also thanks every deity out there that you have bad luck with men cause then he wouldn’t have too much competition.

it doesn't help that you also have the heart of gold. jay at times wonders where are your wings since you're an angel sent from heaven at how kind perfect you are.

once again, it’s what he says so.

your personality isn't any less either. you have the perfect and exact humor as him, he thinks that’s definitely a green flag. you're open-minded and he loves how you're humble and an absolute sweetheart.

the times you're a stubborn brat with an attitude is an exception jay thinks so.

however despite that, jay can compliment you all day long no matter how long it takes ‘cause that's how amazing you are from his point of view. the list literally goes on and on, with all the compliments he knows in that encyclopedia brain of his, he can list it all out that describes you.

which is only the good ones of course!

"park jongseong! are we just going to stand in the middle of the mall hugging?" you push him off yourself, huffing at his dazed state.

you wonder what he saw had him knocked out like that.

just as you were about to turn around, jay immediately holds your hand, stopping you in place.

"uh— y/n i think you should just take a rain check on this date!" jay says, chuckling nervously as he pulls you back next to him, with your back facing seonghwa and his girlfriend? so you don't see them.

"what, why? seonghwa would be waiting for me,"

"no he isn't," you narrow your eyes at him as jay scoffs, "well, he looks like a loser anyway i don't think he'll even treat you well— let's just hang out since we're at the mall anyway," jay says, dragging you away from the two in a distance.

"you're cannot be serious right now, is it because of my outfit?" you ask, frowning which immediately worries jay.

"what? no! it's just- y/n, you said you're sick of this blind date thing," jay says, still trying to convince you.

"yeah but seonghwa's the last one so why don't i just get it done with?"

"uhm bad idea?"

"what do you mean bad idea?"

"ahhhhhh y/n, just don't go— you can just tell your mom he came up with something and didn't come or something,"

"why are you so adamant about me not going to this date, you were okay with it minutes ago!"

"yeah but that jerk— ah, you know what," jay scoffs, having enough with arguing with you.

"if you flunk this date, i'll do all your chores for you for a month straight," he says with a loud sigh as regret immediately takes over him when you stare at him in disbelief.

you're silent for a moment, contemplating whether to take a rain check on seonghwa. who you probably will never see again or to take up your once in a lifetime offer where jay would do all your chores for a month straight.

both of it had it's pros and cons. but you're a smart lady, so you pick your choice.

"i don't know what seonghwa has on you but fine, i won't go on that date,"

jay's lips automatically grow into a smile, so big that it has him giggling like an idiot. jay squeezes your cheeks making you whine in pain.

"that hurts!" you slap his hand away, soothing the burning sensation on your cheeks with a glare at him.

"sorry," he apologizes and gives you a small smile immediately warming up your heart. all the things park jongseong does to you, oh lord.

"you look cute though," jay says, placing his palm onto the back of your hand which was still on your cheek. "you look like you're blushing," well if that didn't make your face grow even redder.

you push his hands off and walk away in embarrassment, avoiding him so he doesn't see you all flustered.

it doesn't go unnoticed by jay, of course, he definitely felt your face radiating heat and how your face flushed like insane when he said that.

and, he knows— the effect he has on you.

you think you shouldn't have trusted jay when you're forcefully lined up, ready to go into the pitch-black arena where the only source of light was the flashing neon lights on your vest and shoulders.

when jay said to hang out you only thought he meant something like window shopping and dinner. but jay being the little shit he is, according to you— he ended meaning hanging out as in going to a laser tag and dinner.

you weren't completely against the idea but the fact jay was so adamant on it only made you partially annoyed.

and also, you think you're overdressed for the tag game, although jay convinced you that you weren't overdressed, you still had second thoughts.

who shows up in a ruffled blouse to a damn laser tag game, not the majority of course!

the alarm goes off and your teammates rush into the arena, into complete darkness with the gun in their hands, including you.

you walk at a pretty decent pace, in full caution— fully alarmed and careful in case the other team decides to jump out of nowhere and shoot you.

a few minutes go by and no one is in sight, except for one of your team members who was announced out. you're starting to think maybe the only safe option if that you go find a hidden spot at the corner of the arena where no one can find you until the game ends.

smart!

deciding to go with that if you wanted to win, you start moving in the darkness towards the corner of the arena while keeping an eye out for the other team.

“player B03, OUT”

"fuck, another one? we're definitely losing!" you hiss to yourself, while you make your way to the corner. it was taking way too damn long to your liking.

you think maybe you should just run for it since you spot no one around. at this rate, the only thing on your mind was to protect yourself and win.

your mission is short-lived when a hand pulls you from the darkness making you yelp, your voice loudly echoing through the silent arena.

"keep it down princess, you don't want to lose do you?"

"jay?" adjusting your eyes to the low light in the darkness enough for you to make out jay's figure, which was trapping you between a wall.

"shh," he whispers, leaning in closer to you as he hears footsteps go by and off into a distance that's safe enough for you to speak without being caught.

he looks around making sure his teammate is clear off the coast before he turns back to you.

"you're still in the game, i thought you lost," jay says, mocking you, his hot breath fanning your skin lightly at the very close space between you both.

"you sound so confident with it, well too bad i haven't" you smirk up at him with the snarky reply.

jay only laughs lightly before his lips tug into a smirk as well, "i don't think you would've lasted if i didn't save you just now,"

... he was right.

but you had other plans, you weren't going to let jay win this over you. sudden competitiveness takes over you when your finger slides into the trigger, ready to pull it and eliminate jay when he's about to speak again.

however jay's a smart guy, he knows you're about to make that exact move so he decides to pull something even more— amusing.

jay closes the gap between you both as his lips capture yours, catching you by surprise that your grip on your gun loses almost immediately and falls to the ground.

in a heartbeat, you kiss him back without hesitation. your heart is beating against your chest at a rapid pace but that couldn't be your main concern when jay's is kissing you like there's no other worry in the world.

you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. jay holds his gun on one hand while the other snakes around your waist and gives a little press on it which you gasp at. he takes that opportunity to insert his tongue in (where you don't find yourself stopping him)— instead, your tongue dances against his as you two make out in the darkness.

a few seconds go by and you both finally pull away, catching your breath, forehead leaning against each other.

and this was a first.

you both did do skinship, in fact, a lot— holding hands, lingering touches etc was not familiar to you both. but the limit you both was simply no direct kissing and sex.

although you both were legal and healthy where you both could just have a thing or be friends with benefits— you both had an obstacle that can potentially ruin the friendship you both had.

your feelings.

even if you both did chose to be friends with benefits, at some point your feelings would catch on and ruin it all.

and the thing you both fear is rejection and losing each other.

so you both decide to play it, safe. better safe than sorry jay thinks and so do you.

but when this unexpected kiss takes place, you're both a big question mark, wondering what's going to happen now?

before you could speak up about it, the alarm goes off reminding the players there are only three minutes left before the game ends.

you take this as the chance to sprint off without a word, so you push jay away and pick up your gun, immediately running off but jay stops you.

"y/n,"

you stop in your tracks, turning around to see him. he stares at you for a moment—

“player B02, OUT”

"JAY!" you gasp, when he pulls his gun and shoots you in swift with a smirk on his face which turns into a laugh when you frown in sadness as to loosing.

the game ends after a while, half of the players with big smiles on their faces since they won and the other half with a smile as well congratulating the winners but with a heavy heart since they lost.

jay's big ear-to-ear grin doesn't leave his face when he leaves the game arena with a free voucher at fast food restaurant for winning. he approaches you as you wait by the entrance for him.

"here," jay says, handing you the voucher which you shove away.

"it doesn't make up for the fact that you cheated!" you scoff and walk off. jay catches up with you, laughing at your sulking state.

"i didn't cheat, you just didn't focus," jay shrugs making you stop and turn to him with a glare.

"right you expect me to focus after you kiss me like there's no tomorrow back there, jay"

jay pauses, a blush creeps up into his face when the kiss from a while ago comes back into his mind.

if he was going to be honest, that was probably the best kiss he's ever had and he's glad it's with you.

"are we gonna talk about that kiss or n—"

"oh my god that looks fun, let's go there!" gripping onto your arm, he drags you into the photobooth that seemingly caught his eye.

whining at how he ignored your question, jay shoves you into the booth and gets occupied by the machine as he closes the small curtain.

"jay, the kiss!" you grunt at him, begging for his attention so you guys can talk about the kiss and what were you both now that happened.

"what? you want another kiss?" he asks and raises his eyebrow leaving you absolutely speechless.

WHY ISN'T HE FREAKING OUT? HOW IS HE SO CHILL ABOUT KISSING?

freaking out in your head wasn’t doing you any justice either because jay snickers at your reaction when you don’t reply and diverts his attention back to the machine, tapping away at whatever buttons to get the picture.

"okay, here we go! y/n cheese!" jay says, and leans back next to you.

the timer goes off on the big screen with lightning adjusted to his liking.

'3'

'2'

'1'

"i like you,"

click! the first picture gets taken!

jay turns to you in absolute shock, staring at you with his jaw dropped to the floor.

'3'

'2'

'1'

"what?"

click! the second picture gets taken!

jay asks, not blinking once as he awaits your answer.

'3'

'2'

'1'

"i said i like you, asshole"

click! and the last picture gets taken!

you sigh at jay's dazed state, knowing you just fucked up the remaining left crumbs of your friendship. putting your head in your hands, you whine.

"forget what i said," and with a sigh, you get up to leave but jay stops you.

"i like you too," jay says making you turn around in a heartbeat, eyes boring into his as your mouth falls agape as well.

"what?"

"gosh, we're both the stupidest fucking people ever aren't we?" jay chuckles, pulling your hand to sit back next to him.

"i thought you knew i liked you!" you say.

"and i thought the same too, i was literally so obvious about it!" jay says, burning up in embarrassment.

"i was so obvious about it, you're the one who was so oblivious jay," you scoff, the conversation turning into a debate now.

as expected, it's the both of you anyway.

"oblivious? me? hey, you're the one who was so blind to all the moves i made on you!"

"how would i know that? aren't you like this with everyone else too?"

jay pauses, realizing that hit home a little too much.

"well you're not exactly wrong but— it's your turn to hear it now y/n"

"what the fuck?" you scoff at him, nudging his shoulder in disbelief.

"just kidding, babe” he giggles and gives you the most endearing smile. "you're the only one i do all that with, and you'll only be the one i'll be doing that to,"

your stomach does flips, butterflies start to have a field day in there— jay really makes you feel like you're on cloud nine.

"this may be the most ridiculous time to do it, nevertheless i think delaying it would end up in me losing you," jay starts, placing his hand on top of yours.

"we both may be the most oblivious and stupidest people on earth, so stupid that it really took us this long to figure out this isn’t one-sided and confess— and well, i don't think i care ‘cause as long it's you im the stupidest with, im totally fine with that reputation," jay chuckles which makes you laugh as well.

he really had a way with his humor although that was cringy, and hearing it from jay was totally sappy. but in the end, the effort is what counts.

"i hope you know that sounds so sappy," you laugh earning a wide smile from him.

"miss y/n, im having a moment, confessing to my crush— now if you please, let me continue?" jay says, and you nod, the giggles leaving you were unstoppable.

"right so where was i at?"

"being fucking stupid, with me"

"oh yeah," he laughs before continuing. "nevermind i'll just skip the sappy part it's too long although i had this all memorized just for this moment,"

"no way,” you gasp. “you have a whole vow planned when you would confess to me?"

"you're literally the love of my life y/n,"

"okay okay, i'll shut up"

you both erupt in laughter as the atmosphere in the booth only gets, even more, hotter and the thick atmosphere of love in the air.

"so, y/n— i promise to treat you beyond the way you wish to be treated, in a good way of course. no one else can make me feel this way, except you only. i would drop the l word too, but i don't want to rush things— i feel so in love and on cloud nine whenever im you, i love that so much that the only place i only always want to go back to is between your legs,"

"JAY?"

"i was kidding, i was kidding," jay chuckles at your shocked expression. "i don't mind being between your legs, but your arms win my heart the best. your hugs are best if you don't know, y/n"

"i thought you said you were going to skip the sappy part, not that i'm complaining though" you say, "it's rare to hear you complimenting me this much in one go,"

jay laughs, his smile growing even wider.

"that won't be a problem any more love, you'll be getting unlimited of those from now," he says, grinning at you.

"ahhh you're making me feel so— hey, stop it before i start sweating," you say, fanning your face lightly.

"glad to know i make you feel like that," he says, "right so, here comes to the important part,"

you nod, anticipating the grand question. your heart beating against your chest, your smile growing ear to ear, your stomach doing flips.

jay musters up all of the courage in him to finally ask you the question, his mind going back as he brings himself to speak.

go big or go home, right? jay thinks.

"with all of that, would you like to be my girlfriend? but before you answer— you know damn well i'm not taking any other answer except for yes or.... yes,"

"or is my answer," you say, laughing out loud along with jay.

"HEY! I'M BEING SERIOUS!"

"okay fine!" the laughter dies down as soon as you look at him, without any expression making jay nervous.

yep, now it was hitting him— the nervousness.

although you saying no was almost very low now, he couldn't help but be afraid of rejection again.

"my answer is a yes," you say.

jay's excitement flies through the roof as he pulls you into a hug, with no hesitation. you wrap your arms around him, returning the hug as you giggle into his chest.

"fuck tell me this isn't a dream, i'll cry if it's a drea—"

you lean up and press a chaste kiss onto his lips, shutting him up immediately.

you giggle at his state and press another kiss on his right cheek this time— his left cheek, his forehead, and his lips again.

park jongseong is now a very very flustered, blushing mess.

"you're look like a tomato, a cute one"

"one more kiss i swear i'll be swayed to the peak and i will not recover from being a simp," jay says finally, breathless and the smile breaking out on his face proved it all.

"just say you want me to kiss you," with that, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in into a proper kiss.

jay smiles into the kiss, deepening it by pushing your head closer.

despite the kiss being shorter this time, you were both still a big blushing mess and breathless by the time you both pull away.

"one more?"

"we just kissed!"

"y/n, i mean the picture"

"oh,"

jay laughs at you, and pats your head softly.

"if you want to.. then i won't decline your generous offer,"

rolling your eyes, you push him towards the machine. jay taps away on the machine again, pressing buttons for the picture.

"alright here we go!"

the timer goes off and jay pulls you closer by your waist with his arm around it.

'3'

'2'

'1'

you both shoot up a peace sign, with two bright smiles as the flash goes off.

click! the first picture gets taken!

"babe, come here," jay says, squeezing both of your faces next to each other as a laugh erupts between you two.

'3'

'2'

'1'

two big smiles and laughs filled up the booth again as the flash went off again.

click! the second picture gets taken!

"last one," you say, with your peace sign up again but is stopped by jay

'3'

'2'

'1'

"hey, girlfriend!" turning to him, he connects his lips with yours as the flash goes for the last time.

click! the final picture gets taken!

"you did well," jay says, smiling at you as he pulls away from you, leaving you into another blushing mess for the hundredth time tonight.

jay takes the two photostrip from the box, one from earlier and another from just now. he wheezes at the first photostrip as you lean in to catch a glimpse as well.

"you look so shocked, oh my god" you laugh, a whine coming from jay in embarrassment.

"hey! don't make fun of me, you literally dropped a bomb on me!"

for the first strip, the first picture is jay staring at you in shock as you just sit next to him with a frown, the second is the both of you just looking at each other in confusion while the last one was you staring at jay in shock while jay looks at you with a small smile.

the second strip, in the first picture you're both holding up a peace sign, the second one is both of you with your faces squished up next each others and the third one is you both kissing.

"you look cute..... baby" you grin up at him, with the pet name you're using on him for the first time.

"god, the things to do to me," jay falls back into the seat, with his hand clutching onto his chest earning a laugh from you at how dramatic he's being.

"we should go, we've been here for too long" you say, gasping when you realise you both have practically camped in the booth.

"holy shit, yes— wait, let me pay first," jay says, taking out his wallet. "head out first, I'll be with you soon,"

obeying him, you nod and exit the booth. cold air hits on you making a chill run down your spine.

the booth really was that heated huh?

smiling to yourself, you fish out your phone to check on your texts.

wait, seonghwa..

you completely forgot about him until you saw his notification. clicking on the notification, you only sigh in relief.

good thing you didn't go anyway.

seonghwa

hey uhm, i can't make it today so don't bother coming.

your fingers move to type in but a little something else catches your attention— the familiar face in the crowd with a girl in his arms.

"that jerk," you gasp staring at seonghwa and a girl laughing as they walk past a store from a distance.

good thing you listened to jay and stood up on him.

remembering about seonghwa, you're also reminded of the motive your mom even set that date up for. tapping on your phone again, you click on your mom's contact.

taking a picture of the photostrip, you send it to your mom with the wide smile on your face.

mom

you : thanks to seonghwa being a jerk, i got a boyfriend now so you don't have to worry anymore!

[sent 1 attachment]

"sorry, the machine was acting up" jay approaches you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder oh so naturally. "must've been because my lucky pretty girlfriend wasn't with me,"

"you're so dramatic," you laugh, leaning into him.

"whatever you say, babe” he says in a singing tone, “now let’s get that dinner!”

maybe for once, your mom's new hobby which's getting on your nerves didn't give off too much harm after all— and maybe missing out on your netflix show was worth it after all too.

now that you got the guy you've always wanted, vice versa for jay as well. stopping you on that date with seonghwa benefited two things for him.

you didn't face a heartbreak

he's went big instead of going home that night.

read the rest of the series! : sunghoon (1), sunghoon (2), jake, heesung

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a-slut-for-smut · 3 years

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One Big Slutty Fuckoff List of Gloriously Smutty Alutegra fanfics :D

Greetings, fellow Alutegra sluts out there! I am but a humble whore for Alutegra for well over a decade, but finally decided it was high time to curate some of the finest, most exquisite smut of our OG girl boss/malewife ship. What spurred this on, you ask? Welp, I am guilty of sluttily luring in some of my moots aboard this ship and been promising to deliver this for AGES, so here we are years later (sorry i operate on grandma speeds!!!)

A couple things to know regarding this rec list (which may be particularly helpful for curious newcomers, horny vets feel free to scroll on down):

1.) As the title suggests, this is a smutravaganza so mostly is rated E, some M. Sorry folks, im sure there is a ton of amazing non-explicit fics but this is all i read! Also, given the very nature of the series (iirc it originally has hentai roots) it doesnt shy away from sexually kinky themes. Honestly name a kink and its probably not only been explored but likely grounded as far as canon goes. What do i mean by this? I'm only going to name a few but if any of the following get your juices flowin then Alutegra is the ship for you:

Dom/Sub BDSM (emphasis on consent)/Power play vibes- Integra is master, Alucard is her servant. As my boy Oscar Wilde said “Everything in the world is about sex — except sex. Sex is about power.” Honest to God, I don't know any ship that embodies this quote any better.

Bondage- Alucard is first discovered by Integra in a strait jacket/chains etc, and if memory serves me correctly makes several appearances throughout the series

Genderbending/fluidity- well im not sure this is the right term, but in canon Alucard can shapeshift/says he doesn't identify with a specific form/body (whether this applies to gender is up to interpretation i guess?). His "Girlycard" form is generally seen as his female form in the fandom.

Monster porn- Well, Alucard is a vampire and can shapeshift. Including a wolf/dog beast. Sky's the limit folks

Tentacle/cosmic horror porn- Alucard can conjure these shadowy tentacle thingys and a million extra eyes which serves as some sort of relevant symbolism that ive completely forgotten. Shit's hot tho (i got a cosmic horror kink shutup)

Non-penetrative sex & forbidden/taboo vibes- in canon, its established that only virgins can be turned into true vampires, everyone else turns into inhuman mindless ghouls. That said, the authors who write within the bounds of canon find very, VERY creative loopholes. Also the sheer level of pining (for penetration especially) might drive you insane no joke (proof: me). Mad respect to these authors- trust me this is sayin a lot coming from someone who actively prefers full-on penetration smut XD

2.) I am by no means a resource for canon- I watched both series YEARS ago, so my memory of the plot is shaky at best. What truly gripped me about this series is the Alutegra relationship, the true struggle in how to define their bond (or if it even can be, kudos to the fic authors that try). They are both utterly compelling characters in their own right within canon (truthfully I crush harder on Integra than Alucard) and i think the fandom absolutely recognizes that. Much of the gravitas of their bond is tied to canon, so most fics seem to understand/reflect this. No warm fuzzy coffee shop/high school AUs here folks, prepare yourselves for a truly smutty angst fest.

OK enough of that, to the smut! I'm really just commenting on the porn vs the plot so no summaries here. Oh and if any of you know the tumblr URLs of any of these authors lmk so i can tag them. Also im sure ive missed some gems, feel free to share and i'll look to add later

Welp, im going to hell and im taking you all with me- get sinning and enjoy the feast you horny hoes

One-shot porn

What It Wants and Where It Goes - by @crystallinee-waters

Femdom but goddamn its written in a way that made me ache. Alucard's sheer level of contrition, desperation for forgiveness goes beyond your standard simp energy. Top tier, i fucking LOVE how their relationship is depicted. and fun fact, i may have helped the author brainstorm some of the smuttier details <3<3

Mine - by @crystallinee-waters

Goddess at femdom and pining, but holy hell the way how explicit sexual content is approached is just *chefs kiss* I needn't remind you folks- consent is sexy as fuck and this authors fics are proof of that *sidenote - im keeping this list to smut but do yourself a favor and read ALL these authors fics, im a whore for her interpretation of their relationship

In This Darkness, I Have You by @goblins-riddles-or-frocks

What is the point of a vampire/human porn-rec list if you don't include menstrual cunnilingus smut? Also feels. Lots of feels.

Girls & Wolves by Calesvol

mmm hate-sex at its finest folks. Gotta fuck em into obedience yallwhatimsayin??

Homeostasis by Calesvol

A semi-sequel to Girls & Wolves. Very kinky smut but laced with hurt/comfort.

Kingdom of Heaven by Iggy_Lovechild

more hate-sex basically, yay. Also has a shit-ton of smutty one-shots, far too many to list- enjoy

A Queen's Throne by Anilucard

a smutty ode to Alucard's wicked, wicked tongue :D

With the Thorns Underneath by wllw

Holy femdom batman!

Loopholes by @and-i-write-sins

eyyy remember when i mentioned creative loopholes? LOL

you'd make a dead man come by valenstyne

LORD HAVE MERCY! i'll let the fic summary speak for itself: There’s more than one way to stake a vampire. Metaphorically speaking.

Pain by hypnonaut

lol this one just gets progressively kinky as it goes, but Alucard's adoration of Integra is both sweet & sexy

Tentacles of the Night by LaviniaLavender

eyyy remember when i mentioned tentacle porn? LOL

Simple Motions by @ironcladvalkyr

eyyy remember when i mentioned genderbending? but to expand on this this is probably one of the hottest things ive ever read and top tier aftercare/pillow talk

To be watched, in such silence by @ironcladvalkyr

short but smutty, the way Alucard goes on about how Integra turns him on is yums

darling, I wish you were red by @lunarcrystal

yay for cunnilingus and pining!

These fics from Cardinal_Daughter - you have to be logged in to see

Clingy - Timeline of their relationship via Integra POV.

Adore - post-canon angsty smut

Remembered - no smut but this was so achingly angsty i had to shout out

Multi chapter porn

And Though You Turn From Me - by @when-rivers-run-red

THE PINING, THE NOTICE ME SENPAI FEELS, THE TENTACLE PORN AUGHHHHHHHHH this one is a recent favorite folks, do not skip!!!

Eternal Sin by @therustycage

This post-canon multi-fic is one of my favs. Love the Alutegra interactions on how to tackle the obstacles presented in the finale, the pining, and the plot is definitely something to chew on. Slow-burn but tis a good burn

Embracing Sin by @therustycage

Sequel to Eternal Sin. Basically fluffy-porn and time travel. Delicious.

Satis by @lesmismignon

A heavy weight champ of Alutegra post-canon fics. Integra's POV on how she wrestles her feelings for Alucard- just INJECT that shit straight into my veins MMMM! Alucard's pining is top notch/the slow burn makes the smutty bits that much more exquisite. Honestly just read all her fics (one-shots) they're great

The Return by ButifulDeath

Post-canon porn with interesting plot, and fuckin hell dat smut is just *chefs kiss*

Samhain by ButifulDeath

fluffy porn one-shot sequel to The Return and it is hothothot

Like Real People Do by @my-mild-ginger

ahhh so i actually havent read this one yet as its a chonky 40 chapters (currently), seems much more fluff vs smut for those that prefer that balance

#wow i am all over the place lol #my h*ornyness knows no limits #alutegra #alucard x integra #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #integra hellsing #alucard #alucard hellsing #alutegra fanfiction #alutegra fanfic

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nsheetee · 3 years

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prince’s order

Pairing: prince!haechan x reader Genre: modern royal au, fluff, suggestive Word Count: 1.6k Details: reader is recovering from fainting, a lil bit of making out :) Summary: prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better

a/n: this was inspired by “the king: eternal monarch,” if you love k-dramas I highly suggest watching it!

when you open your eyes, you have to take a moment to absorb your surroundings

the gold details on the ceiling throw you off— this is definitely not your bedroom or a hospital

the insanely soft comforter on top of you weights you down nicely and almost lulls you back to sleep, along with the several silk pillows surrounding your head

you attempt to sit up but you feel dizzy, like your head has been replaced with a bobblehead, and your shoulders ache with every movement you make

groaning, you gently lay down into your original position

turning your head, you see a nightstand on the right side of the bed, some circular glasses resting there and a particular prince’s favorite gold watch next to it

of course, you’re in prince haechan’s room

you relax now that you know you’re safe, but your head lifts up to look at the door when it opens

prince haechan walks in and kicks the french doors closed behind him with his foot, walking across his large bedroom and setting the tray he was holding in his hands onto the nightstand

“oh good, you’re up. how are you feeling?” he sits on the bed next to you and leans down to your level, placing his lips against your forehead while his large hand against the side of your head keeps you from moving

you feel warm at his affection, relaxing into his bed once again

“you don’t feel hot... are you dizzy?” he asks while turning to the teapot and teabags he brought with him

“yeah...”

something about this doesn’t feel right... shouldn’t you be the one fixing the tea?

that is your job anyway; to assist the royal family around the palace in anyway they need

so why are the roles reversed right now?

“It’s okay, I can do it” you attempt to sit up and take the tea cups out of prince haechan’s hands but he moves away from you, making you reach out in an attempt to grab them

you frown when he keeps moving away, but he only laughs at your small pout and how you attempt to move faster than him to reach the cups

you sit up to get closer, but the dizziness comes back and you clutch your head instead, closing your eyes as you try to not tip over

“woah, woah—” you hear the prince throw down the cups, they rattle against the fine gold of the tray, and he catches the back of your head with one hand while the other sets up pillows behind you so that you can stay sitting up without your head against the hard headboard

“what happened?” you ask after the dizzy spell passes and you open your eyes, the worry in haechan’s facial expression subsiding a bit as he goes to open some tea bags

“I was hoping you could tell me,” his tone is somewhere between nagging and worried, “the house ladies said you went into the garden at sunrise and they found you passed out there earlier. what were you doing?”

at the story, you suddenly remember the task the princess, haechan’s younger sister, gave you the day before

she wanted 1,000 roses for her room and refused to get them delivered from a flower shop

she wanted them from the palace garden, and she wanted you to pick them all

you knew the request was absolutely ridiculous, but there was no way you could say no without losing your livelihood, or even your life, since the princess knows about your and haechan’s relationship

the moment you stepped into the palace to work for the royal family, haechan has kept you by his side

everything from fixing his clothes in the morning to running tasks for him, cleaning up his office, and bringing him his favorite tea or coffee when he’s busy

you thought he just preferred one person to do everything for him rather than several, and you just happened to be the person he picked

but one late night in his office proved different

sometimes you still think about the way his hands held your waist when he pressed you up against his desk and kissed you for the first time

how soft his lips were when he moved them against yours like he was singing a gentle love song, how his teeth nibbled along your lips so gently, how soft his hair was when you ran your fingers through the strands

moments with haechan became more precious once you both started to develop feelings for each other

and haechan’s younger sister knew all about it, apparently

“I was just.... completing a task for your sister...” you answer his question

“she made you go out there... in the middle of summer... to pick flowers?” he asks, you can see his jaw tightening with anger

“yes,” he rolls his eyes immediately and turns away from you, but you can still sense his anger building up, “please don’t do anything. she knows about us, and you know how unpredictable she is.”

haechan doesn’t answer, his eyes on the tea cups before him as he pours water in, but his focus is somewhere else

you take the time to look over his attire

he has some nice slacks and a button up shirt on, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top few buttons undone to reveal the necklace the king, his father, gave him when he was younger

his once nicely done hair is a bit disheveled, no doubt from continuously running his hands through it

his appearance reminds you of where he was supposed to be today and why you couldn’t be with him

“so... how was the opening?” you change the subject, now wondering about the new hospital that the royal family recently funded

“It was boring. I rode in a car for 3 hours just to take some pictures and cut a ribbon with big scissors.” haechan passively replies as he dips the tea bags in and out of the hot water

his anger dissolves when he hears you laugh, your eyes crinkling in his favorite way as you clutch your stomach— a habit of yours when you laugh

he smiles gently, scooting closer to you as his arm finds a spot on the other side of your hips and he balances his weight over your lap

“but it’s for a good cause... that hospital is going to help lots of people in the country who can’t get to a hospital in the city fast enough” he explains and his other hand takes yours and plays with it, sliding his fingers in between yours

“which makes me wonder... why am I in your bed and not in the emergency room?” you tilt your head and lean your back off of the cushions behind you to be closer to the prince

“I might have asked the family doctor to look at you.” he hums, looking over your face

“why?”

“because I care about you.”

“can’t you care about me in a hospital?”

“hey,” he tsks and suddenly gives you a look of faux irritation, “be grateful you’re being treated by one of the best doctors in the nation.”

“I fainted because I was in the sun for too long. I’m fine.” you stress your last words and squeeze his hand

“still...” prince haechan bends his head down to kiss the top of your ring finger, “I want you to be next to me at all times, so you’re going to stay here. that’s an order.”

the way he gives you the order sounds so soft and light hearted, yet you know he’s being completely serious

the stern look in his eyes can’t be hidden by his kisses or his words

“and what if I don’t want to?” you egg him on, giggling when he lifts his head to glare at you

“you know I can behead people who don’t follow orders, right? that’s one of the many perks of the title.” he raises an eyebrow

you tilt your head up to look at the ceiling, leaving your whole neck exposed to him, “go ahead” you joke

haechan stares at the expanse of your neck, suddenly not feeling like joking anymore

without a second thought, he leans in and places a hot kiss against your skin, right on the part of your neck he knows will get a reaction out of you

the sudden feeling of his lips surprises you, and you gasp as you snap your head back to look at him

haechan can’t help but give you a proud smile when he sees the shudder that shakes your shoulders

your mouth is slightly open as you stare at him, stunned and jittery about the feeling of his lips on your neck

haechan doesn’t waste another second before leaning towards you again and placing more kisses along your neck

this time, you tilt your head back to give him better access while one of your hands rests on his shoulders and the other goes to his hair

when his lips reach your collarbone, he bites down gently and squeezes your waist, rising a small moan out of you

you hear him kick off his shoes before moving further onto the bed as he works his way up your neck again, his tongue making an entrance

every once in a while, he blows cool air onto your tender skin and it makes you grip onto the golden strands of his hair

when he reaches your ear again he stops and glances at your face, eyes closed in bliss and your lip caught between your teeth

“I said, that’s an order. don’t make me repeat myself again.” he says in a low voice next to your ear

if haechan keeps treating you like this, you don’t think you’ll be going against his orders any time soon

#haechan #haechan fluff #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #haechan x reader #nct dream #nct 127 #haechan scenarios #haechan imagines #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #dreamies #00 line

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Feral Fatality

(Part 1)

So this has been in my works for a week now. You see, it was a typical day for me scrolling through Tumblr and visiting some....tags, and then a short drabble inspired me to write about a feral reader totally not because I was craving violence and murder no, which reached more than 4k words on the first draft so here we are! Shitty title, I know. The proofread work went over 7k, and it's not even finished yet. Once I'm done posting this and my main orc fic, I will get into the requests so please be patient!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Brief blood and violence at the end of the first part

Contains: Swearing, mentions of neglect and abuse (not graphic)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Screams slit through the twilight as the frigid autumn wind blew harshly through the trees of Camp Crystal Lake. The rustling of bushes and cracking of twigs echoed as foolish teenagers attempted to escape, running for their lives when they were the ones who dared step foot in the place, tarnishing it with their sins.

Jason Voorhees, the innocent kid who died several years ago; pushed to the lake by his bullies and left to drown for being different and unsightly— all because the counselors were busy with their fucking business—, returned as an undead killing machine right after his mother murdered them and died. His sole purpose: to protect the land and purge the people who had no right to be here, sentencing them to a horrendous death.

One by one, they struck the ground, lifeless, either chopped into pieces, beheaded, or stabbed countless times by his trusty machete.

Limbs...ripped off with his bare hands.

The muffled snapping of branches reached your ears as the vehicle's wheels ran over them, stirring you from your nap. You rubbed your chilled skin under your clothes as you looked out of the window, thumping your forehead on the glass when you leaned forward the moment you saw the scenery. Trees, both ancient and young, their leaves varying in hues of green, orange and red, filled your line of sight. It was still early in autumn, your favorite time of the year, not hot but not too cold either. You watched in awe as the warm-colored leaves cascaded down from the branches and down to the ground, some carried by the wind farther from their origin.

The view did its best to distract you from a couple in session a seat before yours. They always seem to do that all the time, regardless of place or occasion.

This was a week-long getaway after graduation, they said.

Nothing but a white lie.

An excuse for the girls to hook up with their campus crushes, a week of fucking and smoking drugs.

You, however, just got invited —forced— by your "friend" Eloiza, the self-proclaimed hottest girl in the entire school, typical captain of the cheerleading squad; blonde and curvy. Her words were much too sugar-coated that even a deaf person could tell she had ulterior motives.

She only planned to use you as a tool to raise her fame. A stepping stone for her own gain.

That wasn't the only reason though.

Everyone knew who you were, but only by your name. News and rumors alike spread like wildfire through gossipy mouths. Your deeds were known throughout campus.

(Y/N)(L/N), top academic competitor and multiple-award winner, a straight-A student for five years in succession. Some believed you were a genius, the rest called you insane.

You wouldn't call yourself a genius though, you did not possess the obsessive need to acquire eternal knowledge and discover the secrets of the universe as most of them do, to effortlessly solve every problem that comes their way.

If that were the case, then you wouldn't be here in the first place.

You only love learning and indulging in the beauty of Mother Nature, plus a handful of hyper-fixations.

Fine, a buttload of hyper-fixations. And such came in handy in various situations.

You were unrivaled, not one of your peers could come close to your level of wit. Many people wished to have a brain like yours, and just as many hated you for even having one, praised you just as much as slandered your name and judged you.

Despite your reputation, the poor school didn't broadcast it, at least every time. The staff probably got tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. Which caused more than half of the whole campus to never believe you to be the one behind all of that, laughing at your face when you said your name.

"You? The (Y/N) (L/N)? Ha! As if I'd fall for that! Everyone knows how she looks. You're the absolute opposite!"

"You got to be kidding me."

"You're a joker, aren't you? Is this a prank? If so please stop it, don't pretend like you're her."

Yep, and it goes on and on and on. They were right, you didn't look like someone who would win contests or excel in class.

You constantly wore clothes that hid your form, silent unless spoken to or asked to answer, distant and reserved, you preferred the company of books and nature to the rowdiness and prying hands of humans. A sociopath they deemed you. Quite an extreme word to use when you simply wanted to enjoy the only things that made you happy in this living hell.

You only know a handful of people who approached you first-hand and praised you genuinely, even asking for an autograph, which really surprised you.

Yet, they would never understand you even if you explained, because you can't, words evade you when it comes down to voice out what you feel. Even if you can, no one would care. And even if they did? You doubt it was real. Everyone wants to use you, and they seem to believe you'd let them. You didn't trust anyone. The last time you did only left you sobbing on the dirt.

You wanted to be left alone.

To connect with nature and get as far away as possible from your parents. Parents who kept shouting profanities at each other, the main cause for your depression and anxiety levels to skyrocket, the shaking turning into trembling, 7 hours of sleep to barely a blink.

That's why you agreed to go in the first place.

You hated your household—despised it— a mess of broken shards of bottles and ceramics littered your kitchen floor more often than not. You didn't bother cleaning it up anymore, your mother would just waste away her money on more things to break and throw them at your joke of a father when they fought anyway.

Not only that, you thought...No, you believed if you worked hard to be the best and win countless competitions, your parents would give you recognition and reconcile for your sake, but no, no, no. They didn't care one bit about you or your medals, it was as if you were never even included in their lives at all. Even birthday celebrations ceased to exist in everyone's books after your 13th.

So you gave up.

Down into the void, your wishful thinking went, that they'll become better people over time, that the attention and love you deserve will be given one day. Instead, you wallowed yourself in your studies, besting everyone in everything academic. Oh, but you weren't athletic. Far from it. Damn, you were getting thin and sleep-deprived from being neglected, dark circles under your eyes every time you looked at your reflection. People hating your existence wasn't helping, some teachers even suspected you of cheating.

There's no way in hell you'd let yourself get dragged down to end up like them! You were of legal age now, a fresh graduate from high school, you doubt your parents even knew that since they didn't fucking show up on your graduation day. You were moving out of that shithole of a town. Anywhere is better than where they breathed and spat their poison.

And so here you are. Standing in this breath-taking and mysterious place. Camp Crystal Lake, it is named, secluded, barely touched by modernization as it is hidden between mountains and trees as far as the eye could see. Not to mention its namesake, the lake, you imagined it would mirror the sky, be it day or night. You loved it, you adored the fresh, breathable air that went through you the moment you stepped out of the van.

You also knew about him.

Resolved to never go back to that goddamned house, you took everything you had and needed; the special little trinkets you've collected through the years shoved into a box, the few clothes you had, art materials, and your precious books carefully packed inside a big travel bag, along with your stocked up canned goods, convenience food, snacks, and toiletries.

And other, important things.

You hauled your baggage out of the van and got off, immediately moving to the side and away from everyone.

You got used to people ignoring you that you didn't care anymore.

Why waste your time with them when you can have all of it to yourself?

Eloiza led the group into the larger cabins, the others went straight into the lake for a swim. You even notice some teens disappear into the trees, most likely for a quickie.

In return, you stayed out of their way, fully satisfied being invisible and with your own company as you trudged to a cabin, the one you caught a glimpse of earlier in the van. It was a long way's separated from the rest, closest to the forest and hidden behind a few trees.

You were panting when you finally stopped in front of it, clearly not used to walking long distances and carrying stuff near as heavy as your weight.

Upon closer inspection, you found yourself gaping at its appearance. The wooden walls lost their color as they aged, white and brown mushrooms grew on the ground along with green moss sticking to the beams, and a few vines crawling their way up and on the roof. Despite all of that, the cabin looked sturdy still.

There's this "one with nature" vibe that drew you to it, like a string pulling you closer and inviting you. Ominous most would say, but you almost cried when the rich scent of earth and oxygen filled your lungs as you took one big inhale, sighing in content for once. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but you didn't care. As long as you were left alone with your stuff you were a-okay.

Perfect.

You turned the knob and peeked inside, letting out a small gasp and opening the door wider to see the whole thing.

Old as it is, it was proper and neat, regardless of the tiny cobwebs on the upper corners. A small, square dining table sat in the middle of the first part of the place, two wooden stools placed underneath. There were cupboards on the wall and a simple sink with an empty space to the side. You went to the next room, doorless and separated with but a wall of thick plywood. It had a single bed in the corner, off-white cotton sheets sitting atop, not a wrinkle in sight. No pillow though. There's a decent-sized closet along with a small table on one side of the bed. One of the windows had a hole in the middle, a ray of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It was too big for the size of a gunshot, so maybe a rock.

A bit hesitant, your fingers traced the wood, feeling the inconsistent texture. When you went through the back door, your smile reached your ears when trunks of trees and bushes greeted you...

Wait, is that what you think it is?

Stepping closer to the treeline, your jaw dropped when you spotted a thicket of fruit-bearing plants past them, gathered in a tiny clearing.

Blueberries.

Purple little cuties poked out of the green shrubs, sporting a vibrant hue that caught your eye. The sun shone overhead and providing the energy they needed. Blueberries managed to grow in the area despite the trees fencing them.

Tempted and suspicious, you crouched down, inspecting the shrub if it really was a blueberry plant and not a deadly doppelganger. Once you were sure it was, (it would be hilarious if you simply died from nighshade poisoning), you plucked one and brought it to your mouth. It was sweeter than you expected, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. You hummed in delight, wiping the juice with your thumb when it dribbled out, staining your finger and lips.

You didn't want to anger anybody. Hell, coming here was already trespassing, so you didn't push your luck and left it alone, hoping they'd forgive you for picking one. They surely didn't look wild with the way they lined up.

You scanned the rest of the area, eventually going back inside to unpack after your little evaluation.

The sun was a hand's away from setting when you finished. Pride swelled in your chest at the work you did, your things stocked and organized with care inside the cabinets and drawers. You won't have to worry about your food for now as cupboards were filled to the brim with them. You also had a decent amount of money left from your savings account that your parents weren't aware of. Prize money, allowance, and the salary you got from doing online jobs all went into it. The camp was a few miles off the road, and a couple more to the nearest gas station with a convenience store. Very far yes, but it's better than living with the people who made you do this in the first place.

You just hoped you wouldn't die walking.

Everything was worth it, anyways. You were free now, at least that's what you think.

You trudged to the bed, eyeing the cushions, wary and a little scared to touch the sheets that appeared to be cleaned just recently, you didn't even lay a finger on them ever since you got inside. Oh, but your tired muscles were screaming to just flump down and relax.

So you did.

You dumped yourself face first and inhaled. It wasn't smelly nor fragrant, just the simple freshness on the cotton fabric. You felt beat but ain't sleepy, yet, so you reached to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a book to pass the time as you waited for the sun to go down and give way for the moon. Its spine and pages had creases, worn out and yellow-stained from age and use. It was a horror-mystery novel told through a first-person narrative, a story of a middle-aged detective and her Maine coon in their attempts to solve a murder case of a young European lady named Cassandra Chase.

You dozed off in the middle of chapter 21, the part where Dinnie, the cat, discovers a valuable clue to the crime, a rotten limb in the dried basement well.

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Jason settled down on the stairs of his porch; shoulders relaxed and hunched as he leisurely sharpened his machete with a small whetstone. Lines of sunlight kissed him through the leaves of trees, the birds in the area chirped on their perches, and the grass swayed, gentle, as a cool wind passed by.

His day be so fine. No troublemakers to deal wi—

The alarm rang, announcing unwelcomed arrival. As if a switch flipped inside, he's already on his feet, making his way swiftly to their location.

A new batch of wretched youngsters, another day ruined. Hunting them down makes his blood thrum in his veins, yes, but they soured his mood, just when he was at peace. He's dead set on slaughtering them in the most gruesome ways possible, only then he could go back and enjoy the serenity the nature around him brings.

He surveyed the area, camouflaging with the wilderness, silent as he watched and counted the soon-to-be corpses, his mother's voice at the back of his mind, guiding him.

They decided to go either to the main cabins, or the lake...even into the trees.

All but one.

Jason already planned to cut down the couple later as they lose themselves in the forest, doing nasty, dirty things to his camp. The killer shifted his attention to you, curious as to why you didn't join the lot. Instead, you walked back down the road. He followed and saw you approach the small cabin, separated from the rest, your eyes widened...

Adoration?

You were quiet— except for the little gasps of awe you let out in between pants—as you looked around and over the place. The ones you came with were rowdy and destructive, a complete opposite. He hid as he observed you from afar, moving around to adjust his vision on you. You smiled every time you looked to the trees, he noticed.

Why were you smiling like that? Why did you pick this cabin? Were you planning on defiling it?

The last question in his mind made his blood boil. He'll kill you first if that was the case. That cabin you chose was special, it was where he and his mother used to stay. He occasionally visits that one to keep it clean and free of dust. If you even think of—

Jason, sweetie...look closer. She does not have such intentions.

His mother's words rang in his head. Even from where he stood, he could see what you did inside. You looked a little hesitant, touching and drawing back your hand before letting your fingers feel the wood as if it was something delicate. Despite the initial...shyness? You proceeded to make it your home, somewhat, dropping the large duffel bags you carried on your front and back, and a similarly large roller case on your left. It was as if you planned to stay for a long time.

Jason hears you take a long breath and sigh as you went out the backdoor. You grinned wider when you saw the nature around you. You stepped forward, straight in his direction...

For a moment he thought you saw him, seeing your jaw drop. You moved closer, and he just froze there, until you crouched down.

Oh, his plants.

He watched you as you gently picked a fruit, your gaze...soft. You brought it to your mouth, some of the juice spilling on the side and you wiped it with your thumb.

Cute.

You went back inside and continued to unpack your things, carefully maneuvering around the cabin.

Maybe he'll spare you if you continue to be good. You didn't do anything dirty, yet. It's only a matter of time before the camp is shrouded in darkness and his hunt will begin.

Let's see what you'll do before that happens.

Jason tracked down the three that went into the forest. He knew the place like the back of his hand, and it was easier to pinpoint them as he heard moans.

What he saw was utmost disgusting, two girls pleasuring a male with their mouths in broad daylight.

Kill them, my boy! Such foul beings need to die! Kill them, kill!

He circled them, steps soundless. Jason gripped his machete and brought it down the guy's neck, embedding the weapon into the bark, the head rolled down, oozing with blood, and fell against the women, drenching them in red. Not a single cry left from their mouths as he sliced both with one swing, blood pouring out of their throats and staining the ground. Jason dragged their bodies and tossed them into a pit he dug beforehand, making quick work in burying them.

A swift end. Now he waits.

#jason voorhees x reader #jason x reader #friday the 13th #blood #violence #slatra #lmao #my writing #fiction #horror #slasher x reader #feral reader #slasher x fem!reader #reader insert #slasher fic #slasher x reader fic #jason voorhees #friday the 13th fic

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wastelander997 · 3 years

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Ideas for a Star Fox movie (long post)

Long post ahead but, like the title says, here's some of my personal ideas for a Star Fox movie

-We start the movie with Andross working in his laboratory at Cornaria, soon realizing he's... not all there. We see him mess around with globe, crushing it a bit in his hands. He wants the world, no, the galaxy to pay for something but we don't know what yet (his wife died due to the cornarian government being moronic and he wants to take it out on everyone and everything, but that's revealed much later)

- We cut to Fox as a kid. It's nice and peaceful at first, with James playing with his son in their backyard while Peppy and Pigma are there. Fox's mom goes to the car to go to the store, but Fox forgot to give his mom a bracelet he made for her. He runs up to give it to her before she can leave... and the car blows the fuck up, killing Fox's mom instantly and probably traumatizing Fox for life. At this point, Andross makes his move, shooting up his lab with a laser pistol and trying to make his escape. Andross realizes the car bomb meant for James killed Fox's mom instead. James tries to take Andross out, but Andross manages to escape by shooting at James, managing to scrape his face and blinding him in one eye. Andross escapes while James comforts his son, Peppy and Pigma not exactly sure what to make of this scenario.

- Cut to years later, Fox is joining the cornarian academy in his father's footsteps, and sees his dad and his crew off on their mission to stop a corrupted Andross. We follow James, Pigma and Peppy until they get to Andross, where Pigma betrays them. He shoots Peppy just enough that he can't control his ship and ends up floating away, watching helplessly and calling for backup as James McCloud is brutally murdered by Andross. Help arrives in time to save Peppy, but it's too late for James.

-Fox... takes the news pretty hard. After a long while of mourning and a heroes funeral for James, where Peppy tries his best to comfort Fox, Fox demands that the government do something about Andross. Because its the government, though, they don't do anything because, to them, it's just one soldier. They're training a thousand more... or 999 more, as Fox gets kicked out when he attacks one of the government officials. Nothing too violent, just a good hard deck across the schnozz. This act catches the attention of Falco Lombardi and Slippy Toad.

- Falco and Slippy were both dropouts, Slippy because he wasn't the best flyer and a bit of a coward (even if he was a great mechanic) and Falco because he was too hot headed and headstrong, not following orders well, even if he was arguably the best pilot around.

- Fox, Falco, Slippy and Peppy end up journeying on their own for several years, establishing themselves as a mercenary service, until they find General Pepper (an old friend of Peppy's), who's ready to go to war with Andross. Just hearing Andross's name is enough to make Fox almost snap then and there, so he offers their services. Pepper's like "why should I except help from a bunch of drop outs?" But Peppy manages to convince Pepper by telling them about the team's accomplishments, and Fox's legacy.

- Pepper gives them the Great Fox, which is in pretty bad shape, and so is Rob 64. Star Fox wants a better ship, but Pepper says that this is the only ship he can trust Star Fox, as they're mercenaries for hire. Slippy is actually excited, just because of Rob, who he slowly rebuilds throughout the movie.

- This is where the crew finds the arwings, which are hidden in the cargo bay. The four look over the ships and realize they're excellently crafted for flight, maneuverability and combat. So, with a montage set to a remix of the Cornaria theme from Star Fox SNES, the four rebuild and revamp the arwings using supplies found around the Great Fox.

- Meanwhile, Star Wolf is offered work by Andross, which they accept cause it's good money. But Wolf and Leon don't know that Pigma betrayed James McCloud and Andross killed him, believing he died in a random fire fight (Wolf was James's rival before his demise, and holds a certain guilt that they never got a proper one on one duel. He and Leon are value loyalty above all else. )

- For the most part the movie is sort of a scavenger hunt, flying around and slowly uncovering Andross's plan, which is to use a satellite on Planet Venom to control everyone in the galaxy, and make them all his slaves, so no one can ever act irrationally again. No passion, no heart, anything. He essentially wants to make the galaxy full of emotionless robots.

-During the scavenger hunt portion, Star Fox proves their worth by helping Bill Grey (Fox's friend/roommate who actually graduated the academy) and the rest of the cornarian army defend Planet Katina from a massive attack by Andross's, and helps Katt Monroe (someone who wasn't part of the academy, but was friends with Falco and they meet outside curfew to just hang out) sneak through Planet Zoness when she says she has info on Andross's plan, which is how they both find out his plan and why he went insane and wants to destroy everything. (The wife story I mentioned WAY at the beginning of this)

- Fox puts on a content face and is normally the most level headed one in the crew. But when Andross contacts them before going to Venom, Fox (justifiably) loses his shit. The only other time he gets this mad (aside from the government fiasco) is their first encounter with Star Wolf on Planet Fichina earlier in the movie, where Star Fox actually loses because Fox gets filled with rage as Pigma taunts him, saying things like "Your father died squealing like a baby!". Fox loses his mind and tries to just fuckin obliterate Pigma, but he gets outsmarted and defeated by Star Wolf. The only reason Fox survives is because Falco and Peppy save him.

- The final battle begins on Planet Venom, with Star Fox, Bill, Kat, and a good chunk of the cornarian army doing a full frontal assault. It all goes smoothly, the Great Fox even helping out when things get really hairy, until they eventually reach where Andross plans to launch the satellite. They're ready to take it out, when Star Wolf attacks.

- When Wolf and Leon find out Pigma is a traitor and realized Andrew is obviously siding with Andross, they take matters into their own hands. During their final fight with the Star Fox crew, Leon and Wolf end up bailing on Andrew and Pigma, leading to those two getting killed by Slippy and Peppy respectively. Then Wolf challenges Fox to a one on one duel, the fight he never got with his father. Fox wins the duel, and Falco ends up destroying Andross's main satellite.

- They all begin to leave, but Fox hears his father tell him it's not over. As long as Andross is alive, he'll try again. So Fox does the only thing he can. He says he'll go it alone from here, going into Andross's base and letting the exit get sealed behind him.

-Andross, despite starting as a normal, if deranged, scientist, did an experiment to merge himself with his ship, giving him control with a thought. Unfortunately this proves to be harmful, over the movie he fuses with it, and that's how he becomes the giant monkey head and floating hands we know, which Fox sees as he flys in.

- Andross: "YOU WANT REVENGE, JUST AS I DO! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HERE TO KILL ME!!!

Fox: "... I thought that was it. I really did... but no, Andross. I'm here to save the galaxy (goes into all range mode) killing you is just a nice bonus.

- Because the fights in a big circular arena, Andross tears the tiles off the wall and throws them at Fox, as a nod to his SNES days.

- During their fight, Fox and Andross talk about revenge, and how Andross let it turn him into a monster, while Fox just let it power his resolve all the more.

Fox: "and if there's one thing I can thank you for Andross... *he barrel rolls in front of Andross with fully charged up blasters* it's showing me what I will NEVER turn into." *and he blasts Andross on the face*

- Andross is a bitch though and pulls the self destruct technique, and it plays out like the ending to Star Fox 64, with Fox getting caught in the exploration, but seeing the ghost of his father and following it out. James goes on about how he and Fox's mom are so proud of him, and that he's become so strong. Fox sheds some manly tears here for good measure.

- Fox escapes and, again, it plays put like the ending to 64. Only a bit bigger, as EVERYONE was there to witness Fox save the entire galaxy. His crew, Pepper and his forces, Bill and Kat, even Star Wolf (all two members that remain) watch from the shadows with approval.

- The film would end with Pepper offering Fox a spot in the army, but Fox says they prefer to fly solo. Pepper, grateful for their services, gifts them the Great Fox and the Arwings regardless. The Star Fox team runs off, ending the film.

- There's a post credits scene. If you want, there could be two, one to set up a smash bros movie and this one, which I'd have in there just as a joke. Pepper goes back to his office to relax, only to realize Star Fox left the bill for their services. He opens it, practically has a heart attack, and faints.

So... there ya go. What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Would you watch it or burn it? Let me know, please.

Until next time, see ya'll later.

#super smash bros #smash bros #star fox #star fox 64 #movies #movie idea #nintendo #fox mccloud #falco lombardi #wolf o'donnell

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pedros-mustache-main · 4 years

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a series of fortunate events

summary: the three times the line between friends and ~something more~ is blurred and the first time that line is demolished.

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: language, mention of harassment

a/n: dang right i stole the title from my favorite children’s book series! what’s it to ya?

the first time it happens is completely by accident. you’re mates––nothing more––so when he asks you to go with him to the oscars you tease him about his lack of a proper date, but ultimately say yes. it is the oscars after all. you find your dress (a pale lilac chiffon gown, only eighty pounds on the clearance rack at h&m), begrudgingly allow him to purchase your plane ticket, and pack you bags.

after a long flight and full saturday of sight-seeing and overpriced meals in the city, sunday evening finally rolls around. you get ready in the comfortable silence of your hotel room. introvert that you are, it’s easier to get ready alone knowing you’ll be out until the wee hours of the morning. plus, the solitude gives you a moment to collect yourself in private. you’re nervous, naturally, but it’s likely he’s ten times as nervous as you. the thought forces you to get your emotions under control; you’re here to be a support, not a burden.

he knocks on the door at five p.m. sharp. grabbing a pair of earrings, you hurry to the door and pull it open, turning your back as you search for your shoes amidst the pile of clothes on the floor.

“that would be a riot if i forgot my shoes,” you say dryly. one hand shoves the back of your earring into place while the other tosses a shirt out of the way. “could you imagine me showing up barefoot?”

you rise from where you’re crouched near the floor and turn to face him. what you see stills the air in your chest. he’s painfully handsome in his suit, and there’s a part of you that likes his short hair, but that’s not what stops you.

he’s staring at you with a mixture of awe and adoration. so much so, heat rises to your cheeks at his open gaze. you want to look away because if you don’t soon you’ll surely start to sweat, but you can’t. his stare holds you frozen.

clearing your throat, you motion to your gown. “i got it on sale.” it’s lame, a foolish attempt to ease the heaviness in the room. if anything, as his eyes move from your face to your body, the heaviness only grows stronger.

“it’s... nice.”

a moment longer and you know you’ll burst, both out of confusion and excitement, so you find your shoes, slip them on, and shove him out into the hall with a quip about being late.

still, once you crawl into bed well past midnight, buzzed and content, you replay his look over and over because friends don’t look at each other that way and the idea alone sends a nervous thrill down your spine.

ii.

the next time it happens is barely worth mentioning, but it’s kept your wheels spinning and your heart thumping for days despite the moment’s smallness.

you’d gotten coffee together, caught up on a few weeks, and shared a laugh. it’s nothing out of the ordinary. but there’s one moment––the moment that nearly drives you to insanity––which you cannot shake.

from his place at the table, he can see out the window over your shoulder. as you talk, he watches the road outside, his eyes trailing the passersby. he’s always been that way, a people watcher. you like his thoughtfulness, but sometimes it can drive him to distraction.

you snap your fingers in front of his nose. “hey, earth to gwil. i’m just about to get to the best part of the story.”

“wait.” he sits forward, grabbing the hand still hovering in front of his face. his fingers curl around yours, and he squeezes your palm in a silent message. “that lady dropped her grocery bags and that guy’s about to help her.”

you twist, hands still entwined, to look out the window. sure enough, an older woman, tomatoes and fruit and cardboard boxes littered around her feet, is helped by an older man. the scene is sweet, like something about of a film.

you face him again. “that’s cute.”

he sits back and shrugs before taking a sip of his coffee. “finish your story.”

as you finish, your hands remain meshed together on the tabletop.

iii.

the last time is happens––and when you know one of you has to make the first move or else you’re fucked––is on holiday. your families have gone to the shore as one large unit for years and this summer is no different.

one evening, you follow him, your sister, and his siblings to a nearby pub. you’re tired after a long day of doing nothing, but he convinces you to come. something about trivia night and the smile on his face, the eagerness in his voice, breaks you down despite your initial protests.

you’re just grabbing another pint from the bar when a hand slaps your ass. you jolt out of surprise, beer sloshing over the rim of your glass to wet your arm. torn between the offender and the trail of beer spreading across the counter, you freeze, uncertain. the offender takes the mute reaction as encouragement, and he leans against the bar next to you.

“hey.” his breath is foul, a mixture of bad beer and garlic. you cringe and reach for a pile of napkins. “nice ass.”

“fuck off,” you mutter.

“just bein’ friendly, that’s all. you don’t gotta be so uptight.”

“i’m not uptight.” you level him a glare and upturned brow. “i’m simply not attracted to anyone who thinks a good pick up line is slapping a complete stranger’s ass.”

“is everything okay here?”

on some level, you wish he would let you handle your predicament on your own. you’re a big girl. surely you can handle an asshole without someone coming to your rescue. but he looks concerned, his eyes darting back and forth between the offender and your angry features. he sidles up next to you, weaves his arm around your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and gives the offender a once over. he’s taller than the offender, which not uncommon for him, and tonight he uses his height to intimidate.

worry flashes over the offender’s face. he gestures between you and your rescuer with a meaty finger. “you know him?”

before you can answer, he answers for you. “she’s my girl.”

you feel your face react before you can stop it. your eyes go wide in surprise, your jaw slackens but doesn’t fall open, thank goodness. the hand you slowly bent around his back goes hot.

he’s just playing a game, you tell yourself. he doesn’t mean anything by it.

the offender huffs, pulls at his beer, and sulks off.

his arm remains snug around your waist, his fingers fluttering over the exposed skin of your hip. you shift, nerves forcing you to look elsewhere.

“thanks,” you say. “but i could have handled it.” that’s the pride speaking, but also the anxiety.

he moves to help mop up the spilled beer. “sure, but i meant it––you’re my girl and i look out for you.”

you still and look up at him under your lashes.

your mind is made up.

iv.

later that same night, you resolve to demolish the line between friend and lover once and for all. you’re tried of wondering and dreaming. you’re already too far gone to care about the repercussions. god, you think you probably love him already.

the house is quiet, asleep, as you tiptoe your way across the floor where your sister lays on her air mattress. he’s lucky enough to have scored his own room this year. he was fastest out of the car when you parked, and he beat his brothers to the loft above the cabin. it’s semi-exposed––you can peer down over the railing to the house below––but he’s alone and that’s enough to keep you moving.

he’s awake, which surprises you. there’s no door so as you round the corner, you can see him sitting cross-legged on his bed. a small table lamp shines across the book in his lap. his hair is mussed, as if he’s woken from an unhappy sleep. the floorboards creak under your feet, and he looks up, sleepy eyes peering through his glasses. when he realizes it’s you, he sits up straight.

“hey,” he whispers.

“hey.”

“couldn’t sleep?”

you shake your head.

“me neither.”

he sets the book aside and rubs a hand down his face, elbows propped on his knees. his sleep shirt––a godawful t-shirt with the phrase dad jokes? i think you mean rad jokes written across the front––is too small for his muscular shoulders. it tightens around his back as he moves.

“gwil, i think...” you nearly loose your muster when he looks at you. years of memories play through your head, and you wonder, if he rejects you, what will come of those memories.

but then he stands. he reaches for your wrist, circles his long fingers around it, and pulls you close. you stumble toward him. just before he lowers his head to kiss you, his fingers propped under your chin, he smiles.

“me too, kid.”

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee imagine #bohemian rhapsody #j writes

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edie-k · 3 years

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Legally Ginger (Chapter 2)

Title: Legally Ginger

Chapter 2/9

Rating: PG-13 (I use fuck more than the MPAA allows for PG-13 but that's a stupid rule - there's no explicit content)

Pairing: Romione endgame

Summary: When Ron Weasley's college girlfriend declines his proposal because he doesn't meet her standard for future husband, he decides comes up with a plan to let her see him in a new light.

Notes: This is an AU Muggle reimagination of Legally Blonde. It's very different than anything I have ever written - and my first chapter story. I intend to update each Monday - although I'm slightly early due to commitments tomorrow.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter has a character making a joke about an incident of sexual harassment they were the victim of. This is a line directly from the movie and is bolded to indicate it's not my original dialogue. Unlike the movie, the conduct is identified as harassment.

Shout out to TheKillerTigerBunny’s recent fic for inspiring a scene in the admissions video.

Thanks to adnei again for her feedback!

Read at AO3 or click below for more

Ron mindlessly shoved his hand back into the bag of chips next to him on the bed as he stared at the TV in the corner.

He had spent all day Sunday trying to compose the perfect text. The magic words that would bring her back. He composed dozens of drafts. Some were apologetic - clearly he shouldn’t have sprung an engagement on her but that didn’t mean they had to break up! Some were logical - there was almost a full semester of school left that they could spend together and see where they stood at graduation. Some were just pathetic - begging and pleading her for a second chance.

Finally, he decided to keep it simple.

can we please talk?

She responded.

it’s too hard to talk. I love you but that doesn’t mean this can work I’m sorry

He didn’t respond further. In the end, he couldn’t figure out how to fix what was wrong with him. There was no clear way to make himself worthy of Astoria.

So when the alarm went off Monday morning, he hit snooze. Then he hit it again. And again. And then he just turned it off for the next four days, only emerging from his room in the middle of the night to raid the pantry for more supplies. Apart from a few supportive texts from his siblings and friends, he’d been mostly left to wallow. Which could only mean that news of his humiliation had spread across campus and people were keeping their distance. He appreciated it but had a hunch his brothers’ patience would soon wear thin.

As if on cue, the door flung open.

“All right, Ron,” said Fred, barging in the room. “It’s been a week. Time to emerge.”

“Uh,” grunted Ron. Pig trotted in happily and jumped up on the bed next to Ron.

Fred paused and looked at the TV. “My God, are you watching NBC Sports Network? You need to snap out of it.”

Ron shrugged. “Lost the remote two days ago.”

George poked his head in the room before entering. “God, it reeks in here. And it better be beer in that bottle by your nightstand. Thankfully, we brought reinforcements.”

“Hey bro,” said Ginny, popping into the room. “It’s time to seize the day!”

“No,” he said flatly to his sister.

“Come on, you don’t want to blow off your classes. You’ve worked too hard to have to graduate in the summer semester. You want the celebrity commencement speaker, not whatever ancient associate dean they con into putting on a robe in August,” Ginny appealed.

“I’ve been emailing my assignments. It’s fine.”

“Well, this isn’t fine. Come on! I know what always cheers you up,” Ginny wheedled.

“Ehm,” Ron grunted, turning over.

“Please!” begged Ginny. “I need to blow off steam too.”

“I’ll buy you cheese fries,” George suggested.

“My own order,” Ron said.

“Yes,” agreed George.

“And beer,” Ron added.

“Goes without saying!” said Fred, yanking the covers off of him. “Shower and we’re off!”

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Forty minutes later, he was moping under the umbrella shaded patio table outside of the batting cages, Pig at his feet, picking at his fries while his beer warmed in the sunshine. Fred and George were taking cracks off the pitching machine with a couple of his frat brothers and members of Ginny’s sorority that had tagged along.

“Come on,” said Ginny. “You need to hit something.”

“I’ll take the next one,” Ron replied listlessly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Girls, make him see reason,” she appealed to her sisters, who were seated next to him flipping through magazines. Ginny jogged off to join the others.

“Ron, Astoria is trash,” said Lavender.

“She is not!”

“She’s trash,” agreed Parvati. “Bougie trash.”

“I’m the one that’s clearly trash.”

“No, you’re a fucking straight up 9 and if I wasn’t in love with the moron taking 40 mile per hour softballs to the head - ” Lavender gestured at Seamus who was doing just that - “I would already be in your pants,” Lavender assured him.

“You’re a little too earnest for me, if I’m being honest,” said Parvati. “And you’re a dude, so no. But if you dated one of my friends, I wouldn’t tell her she could do better than you.”

“Yeah,” said Ron, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “Astoria, you should take me back. I’m not as good of a catch as a guy that tries to achieve CTE for fun but at least Parvati won’t shit talk me behind my back.”

The girls giggled. “Ron, I know it hurts that she didn’t feel the same about you but truly, you are better off. She was just flat out wrong. You’re smart, you’re accomplished, everyone likes you. She’s a snob looking for a certain name to hyphenate behind hers. Just like her sister,” Parvati insisted, pointing at the People magazine in front of her.

Ron peered over her shoulder. There was a color shot of Astoria’s sister Daphne, her hand ensconced in the hand of a dark haired man, walking the sidewalks of New York.

“Is that the Kennedy Taylor Swift dated?” asked Lavender. The two girls' voices faded in the background as he read and reread the caption.

Third year Princeton Law.

This is what Astoria was talking about. Her sister was dating some east coast prep school guy who went to a fancy university. In some ways, he got it. That need to live up to your siblings’ accomplishments or better yet, surpass them. He certainly felt it himself.

Bill, with his gorgeous French wife, was on the executive track at a financial firm. Charlie, with his easygoing personality, had somewhat accidentally launched a successful YouTube channel about his wildlife adventures in Asia. Percy, who had somehow managed to weather the civil servant storm and was on his third presidential administration at the IRS. Fred and George had their plans and Ginny knew she’d go early in the next National Women’s Soccer League draft if she didn’t opt to play soccer professionally overseas.

And Ron had had Astoria. The thought of a good life with a good job supporting an amazing and ambitious woman was exactly what he wanted. But she needed a little more. She needed someone that could prove they played at her level and bring a little flash and substance, like Daphne’s fiancé did.

He stared at the picture. Ron couldn’t get the Kennedy name. But he could wear a fucking rugby shirt and throw gel in his hair and...

“That’s it!” Ron shouted.

“What?” both girls asked, startled.

“I’m going to Harvard Law,” he announced.

Both girls stared. “Seamus, sweetie?” called Lavender. “Bring your batting helmet. He’s got some brain damage and we need to protect his skull from further harm.”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. So Astoria’s a little… materialistic and thinks about optics. Everyone Is flawed. And Lav, you said yourself that I’m a nine. How does law school, hell, Harvard Law School, not get me to a ten?”

“What’s going on?” asked Ginny. They’d abandoned the cages at Lavender’s call.

“I’m going to law school,” Ron announced proudly.

“Why?” asked George.

“Ron, no. You loved your internship. You have three job offers doing what you enjoy. This is fucking insane,” Fred insisted.

“You can’t give up free beer,” Seamus added.

“Maybe I’ll love law school,” Ron reasoned. “And if I don’t, I don’t have to finish. It’ll be enough to prove to Astoria I can get into Harvard - ”

“Harvard?” George asked.

“—And not embarrass her. The jobs I enjoyed have regulatory aspects to them so hey, a semester of law school can only help, right?”

“This is asinine,” Parvati said.

“Free beer,” whined Seamus.

“Holy shit,” cried Ginny, flashing her phone towards them. “Have you seen the cost of tuition?” She flashed it to George before Ron snatched the phone out of her hand.

“How the fuck are you going to pay for that?”

Ron cringed. “It’s not going to be my proudest moment. but I’ve got an idea.”

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“Hi, Auntie,” Ron said, as he followed the maid into the giant sitting room.

“Ronald,” Muriel greeted. They stood looking at each other awkwardly a moment. “Well, sit down. You,” she barked at the maid. “Bring us some drinks.”

“Right away, ma’am,” the maid scurried off.

Ron and his siblings came from fairly blue collar roots on both sides of the family. In fact, they were the first to attend college. The cost had made it out of reach for his mother and father to attend themselves. Mom’s brothers had planned to take advantage of the GI Bill but unfortunately were casualties of the first Gulf War. After that, Muriel had set up education trusts for her great niece and nephews with the $20,000 incentive. While his mom and dad had always refused any other financial help from Muriel, education was just too important to pass up.

Muriel had money to burn. Unbelievably, she’d been the trophy wife of an oil billionaire 35 years older than her back in her heyday and other than maintaining her estate, caring for at least 6 dogs at any given time and keeping a steady supply of brandy, she mostly just spent her money on controlling whatever family and non-profits she could sink her claws into.

“So,” said Muriel as the maid returned with a snifter of brandy for each of them. “I assume you’ve come for an advance on your graduation gift. When I saw your mother last month, she said things were quite serious between you and that Greengrass girl.”

“Uh, not exactly. See Aunt Muriel, I’ve had a change to my course of studies.”

“You’re almost done and NOW you realize that culinary arts will earn you pennies?”

“No,” he gritted his teeth. “Not culinary arts. It’s food science. It has to do with the biochemistry of food systems and preservation.”

Muriel snorted. “And you’ve decided that since pioneer women had canning figured out, there was nothing further for you to do.”

“Actually, I’ve decided to attend law school.”

“Law school?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Harvard Law.”

“You think you’re going to Harvard Law?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Why?”

“Why-why do I want to go?” Ron responded. He wasn’t sure if his reason would impress Muriel much.

“No, why do you think you’ll get in?”

It was a fair question. Before college, he had never been an over achiever. That had started with the CULA soccer coach coming to see Ginny play during the spring of her junior year. He’d joined the coach, his parents and Ginny at the house after the meet and delivered the disappointing news that the only event he’d qualified for in the district meet was the 3200 meter. While his family looked sympathetic, the coach smiled and said, “Yes, I’d expect that you’d be a great distance runner. My husband coaches cross country at CULA. Could I give him your name?”

No one had ever expected him to be great at anything.

He won the state title in his division for 3200 meter that year and went on to win the conference title twice at college.

And once he proved himself there, people expected he’d be good at chemistry and they expected he’d be a good president of the house and good at fundraising. And he was. Doing what he was expected to do worked.

But now, they all expected him to give up on the love of his life.

“Just… want to do the unexpected.”

“You know I’m on the board of the local humane society?”

“Uh, I guess,” said Ron. He was actually clueless to her old biddy affairs.

“I understand you raised $12,000 for us at the end of last year.”

“Me and the rest of the guys,” he answered.

“Violet Pullen led me to believe it was mostly your doing.”

Ron shrugged. “I was the one who knew how to brew the beer. And it wasn’t that hard to get the permissions to bottle it and sell it and stuff. The other guys got it promoted for the most part.”

Muriel looked at him appraisingly before she chuckled dryly. “Bring me an acceptance letter and I’ll cut a check.”

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“What the hell is all this?”

Ron glanced up from the stack of study guides he was perusing to answer the twins. “LSAT study guides.”

Fred groaned. “Are you still on this?”

“Of course,” Ron said. “My advisor said I need like, a 173 on the LSAT to be seriously considered.”

“Why would they consider a food science major?”

Ron shrugged. “I have a 3.89 GPA. And Stori’s a philosophy major.”

“But that makes sense,” George said.

“How?” challenged Ron.

“Dunno. I guess because philosophy is a snob subject that’s totally useless without at least a graduate degree.”

Ron ignored them.

“And how are you paying for this?”

“Muriel will cover tuition if I get in. I’ll live at home this summer and I’ve got a couple technician jobs I can take that my degree makes me more than qualified for, plus some catering gigs. I figure that’ll be enough to get through the school year.”

“Ron,” Fred said. “Bro, you like your life. Why change it for some girl?”

“I’m getting fucking tired of this. She’s not some girl. I’m in love with her. She’s the one and I just need to show her I’m worthy of her.”

“You ARE worthy of her,” George insisted.

“Then it’ll be easy to prove, right?” said Ron.

The twins looked at each other and sighed.

“Here, take my lucky pencil for the exam. It helped me pass Spanish.” Fred held out the writing instrument to Ron.

“You passed Spanish because you gave Professor Trewlaney a lap dance,” George reminded him.

“Yeah. Luckily.”

“That’s sexual harassment,” said Ron.

“It is?” asked Fred.

“Yeah, it’s called quid pro quo. She should be fired for that.”

“Well hot damn, Ronnie,” said George. “Maybe you’re set for this law school stuff after all.”

“The exam is the least of my worries. I need a two page essay, professor recommendations, and a ‘personal statement’ of some sort. I’ve never been great at selling myself,” he admitted.

“Well Georgie,” said Fred with a grin. “Looks like you just found the subject of your senior marketing project.”

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

“Well,” said Horace Michaels, rubbing his face and looking at his fellow panel members. “That was certainly something.”

“The video was a lot but… I like him,” said Veda Kasyor. “He’s a college athlete and president of his fraternity while carrying a high GPA.”

“Oh, is he an athlete Veda? Did the shirtless jogging footage tip you off?”

“He was also brewing beer in his frat basement.”

“He’s a food science major.”

“And he sold that beer on campus as a Humane Society fundraiser.”

“Who produced this video? Pretty heavy handed with the studying in the library footage,” Richard scoffed.

“He’s got a 3.89 GPA and he got a 177 on the LSAT. He probably studies.”

“Was he playing chess naked in the video?”

“It was his opponent who wasn’t wearing clothes - I believe it was strip chess.”

“If we’re looking for diversity - ”

“A white man’s not it.”

“Typically, no but he’s got, what, 6 siblings? Dad’s a mailman, Mom’s a parapro. He’s not some trust fund legacy case.”

“He had internships with two major corporations. And his resume shows part-time jobs since he was 16.”

“I’m concerned about his course of study. Food science is the hard sciences. Is he going to be equipped to handle position statements?”

“His personal essay was well-written and compelling, plus he minored in business. His Business Strategy prof had a glowing recommendation.”

“Ron Weasley… welcome to Harvard.”

#au romione #ron and hermione #romione fanfic #ron weasley #ron x hermione #romione #ron weasley defense squad #hp fanfic #muggle au

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nostalgic-pancakes · 3 years

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Watching the starlings as autumn draws in

Summary: Tommy and his friends try on some skirts, and he reflects a bit on how they all got here. (It's a happy story) Title from September by Sparky Deathcap

Pairings: None! Platonic everyone (esp in irl fics_)

Read on AO3 (preferred place to read)

Word count: 2570

Warnings: None, except for surface-level references to the exile/prison arcs, but not much.

Other notes: I wrote this in a fit of madness last night in like three hours at 2 am, so i’ll probably edit it honestly but for now, enjoy! (If the CC’s ever display discomfort with this type of fic I will take it down)

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"WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM, BOYS!" Tommy exclaims, rubbing his hands together as he starts rapid-fire answering questions about the stream, and the stream title from chat. It's funny, how over time, Tommy's come to see Chat as this one entity- an old friend. The nervousness of answering questions as a fifteen year old with nothing but a big personality, a twitch account and a copy of Minecraft is all but gone now, nineteen years old and happier than he's ever been.

Dreadfulzombie19: what are u doin this stream

"THANK YOU FOR ASKING, Dreadfulzombie19, today is gonna be a bit different, innit Tubbo?" Tommy raises his voice a bit at the end of his sentence, just loud enough for one of his flatmates to hear him. When Tubbo yells back an affirmative, Tommy turns back to his setup. Chat's gone a bit wild again, even though he, Tubbo and Ranboo have been living together for over a year now.

"Okay, okay, calm down chat- so recently I was at university, as usual right? And I had an eight AM class again, and… yeah I can see you all can relate."

"BUT! BUT! On my way back to the flat, I saw something really cool." Tommy hesitates in his speech to take a sip of coke again- his blood pressure's been acting up lately and watches Chat to wild again, asking him what he saw.

"Okay, so there was a shop- new place, which doesn't happen often this is fucking Brighton- and they sold skirts and dresses and stuff with adjustments for AMAB sizes!" Chat goes a bit bonkers, but Tommy's mod team- a little smaller than it used to be, now that he isn't the centre of YouTube or Twitch attention anymore, none of them are- are handling it, and pretty well.

"So I had to go, right? As many of you probably know, last year, I made the astounding discovery that gender-based stereotypes and expectations are, in fact, fake and I should not give a SHIT. And so I go in and look through the stuff- it's a really poggers shop by the way, and I find the perfect thing- it was the most poggers skirts and shit, okay? So, today's stream is going to have me wearing this pogchamp shit and wearing it right, with the help of…" Tommy ends his monologue by picking up the joke shaker-things that Phil had gotten him as a housewarming gift last year and indicates for his first two helpers to enter the office.

In walks his mother, face obscured from view as always, waving to the camera, and Wilbur, also wearing one of his only skirts for this occasion. Eret had taught him, on a phonecall in the skirt shop that week about the different types of skirts with a handy diagram. Wilbur's was a pleated circle skirt, brown to offset the bright yellow of his sweater and beanie, the same colour as his hair. It's very swoosh-y, so he's wearing black leggings with his regular shoes too. Motherinnit's also wearing her favourite skirt, a baby blue prairie skirt, Tommy thinks, and it's one he's seen fairly often.

Wilbur ducks down in order to show his face to Chat, and ruffles Tommy's hair while he's at it. Tommy's taller, but not by much, so Wilbur still fucking makes short jokes, That fucker.

Chat is now going so fast that he simply cannot read anything but some of the all caps messages and can barely make out some of the emotes.

"Okay, OKAY, CALM DOWN CHAT! WE HAVE TO GET TO FUCKING BUSINESS!" Tommy yells into the mix, like he did when he was sixteen and used the 'many people find me annoying at first' intro. Nowadays he just lets the content speak for itself. Anyone who wants to be here already is, by now.

Wilbur laughs a bit, and that hasn't changed at all. "Tommy, how is chat supposed to calm down if you're not calm?"

"I am their god!! They will obey via sheer digital willpower!" Tommy replies back, pretty zealously (What? An English Literature class is mandatory for his film degree, and The Great Gatsby by Zelda Fitzgerald is a good book, as are most of the other assigned ones. He's had entire conversations with Techno with just lit quotes and it drives everyone insane. Tommy loves it.) Chat seemingly has listened to his godlike abilities, with a few OG's spotting his half-quotation of one of Dream's last lines in the Dream SMP. The rest are spamming 'MOTHERINNIT'.

"If having a shitty magic trick book from a washed-up politician makes you a god, then what does that make me?" Wilbur replies, with one of Foolish's lines and swatting his hand at Tommy. Tommy swats back.

"Bitch" "Arsehole" "Shithead" "Fuckface" Wilbur finishes cheerily, as if this happens all the time. It does. Chat's used their antics now, four years of consistently making content together will do that for you.

Eventually Motherinnit reminds them both to get back on Topic, and Tommy goes back to facing the camera, addressing Chat directly.

"Today, my beloved mother, and my idiot brother-" "hey!" "And maybe my flatmates will be joining me to show off some cool as SHIT skirts! And a dress or two. We all have our selections, right?" Everyone nods in affirmative, even Tubbo and Ranboo. Though the camera can't see them. Ranboo's just come home from his final class, then. He should probably take the first hour back off, and judging by how Tubbo is forcefully judging Ranboo to the shower, he probably gets it. Tommy signs an affirmative to both of them, and gets back to the camera, where Wilbur's showing off all of his (very poggers) very stupid brown or yellow skirts. Tommy's are in cool colours, for fuck's sake.

"Oh yeah, Puffy just confirmed she'll be on stream! She'll be here in about twenty minutes, accounting for fucking traffic, and Niki' going to get onto VC after her own stream, what game is it this time?"

"GRIS." Wilbur answers.

"Poggers- she is the SHIT and will join us soon! So expect some QUALITY QUALITY content this stream!! Remember to not spam her chat to finish faster." Exclaims Tommy, even if it ends up as a light warning, as he picks up his own very poggers skirts from the extra armchair in his office to show the camera.

One is the classic red and white, mostly white but with bright red on the waist (elastic) and the bottom, and it reached to about Tommy's knee, if worn at the hip. It had no pleats, but the red bits were a very nice velvet texture, and while the skirt was heavy, it still had very much swoosh value, and pockets!! Big ones!! He slips the skirt on top of his jeans before entering camera view, the skirt visible in all its classic Tommyinnit glory, as he takes his place right next to Wilbur, who just took. a quick spin at the behest of several dono's., Skirt spying out from his lower shins all the way to his knee, making visible one of his (many) petticoats. ("What? It's cold all the fucking time here, Toms.") Tommy also makes a quick little spin, skirt flying outward, not upward, so it looks like he's hula hooping for a moment there. Lastly, Motherinnit spins around too, and while her skirts do not swoosh, she looks opulent, like she was about to go to waltz with the enemy, for whom she has a dagger in the back of her dress for. (He finished Anna Karenina and the Six of Crows duology within the same week and has not yet recovered. Jack Edwards is laughing at him as he thinks in his English Lit Graduate glory.)

It's fun, trying on different skirts- he and Wilbur accidentally bought the same dress at one point, which they paired up to wear, darting off into their respective changing rooms while giggling like idiots with their checkered blouses and the grindl skirts that Niki had sent over when she heard of this stream idea, laughing the whole time. Tubbo enters as dramatically as possible with Puffy, and while Tubbo looks really fucking good in his handkerchief skirt with embroidered bees and plain white shirt, it's Puffy who steals the show with an exact, real life version of her red banquet dress.

Fans from way back in the SMP, before Tommy had started branching out start going insane and are bringing back emotes Tommy wasn't sure were still available, but she is fucking stunning- deep shades of red and crimson, with slits on either side of her waist and all the detailing. She'd gotten the contact for her dressmaker through Bernadette Banner, Tommy recalls- she was so fucking cool when she streamed with him once, and gotten him to swear less and supplant those world's with bigger ones to intimidate instead. While he still curses like a sailor as part of his persona, it's less so and he does way less in real life these days, unless the situation calls for it. It's also just rude, especially in uni libraries, where he spends too much time these days wondering why he didn't read more as a kid.

Puffy's stolen his audience for a WHILE, and Niki coming on hasn't helped any, so Tommy exits camera view for a while to hug Ranboo really quickly- he's had midterms and has basically been dying all month.

Everyone on this stream- Tommy, Wilbur, Motherinnit, Tubbo, Puffy, Niki and Ranboo enter the camera frame after entering their dressing rooms for the last time on this particular stream, Puffy with full in-character wigs and makeup, Tommy in an Edwardian-Gothic reminiscent black and red dress, Ranboo in something he bought when he gap-yeared in Japan, punk lolita or something, Niki flaunting her pink in a Marie Antoinette style show of finery, Tubbo dressing in all green this time, something like a very deranged biology teacher who hasn't slept in days (Tubbo hasn't-Tommy has to get into that), Wilbur like a forest-nymph, all earthy tones and swishy fabrics and nature highlights, and finally Motherinnit, who hasn't changed but is here to take pictures as they all lean in together to fit into frame, as drastic as their height difference is. Niki is going to be edited in later, and everyone on the 'Dream SMP but nobody does Dream SMP and we're all fucking nerds' discord server is going to get a copy.

The stream wraps up there, after about two hours, and it's only about six in the evening- a far cry from the late nights and long hours from the beginning of Tommy's career, so everyone runs to their changing areas for the last time, into pajamas now, and packs away all of the clothes they wore, properly, as to not incense Karolina Zebrowska, and Jemma, Dan's wife, who would look at them disappointedly and nobody wants a sad Jemma because that means no cooing at their son. Also it just feels shitty.

Everyone huddles in Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo's living room, and they out on UP for like, the millionth fucking time (they still cry when Ellie dies), and Tommy is leaning into Wilbur's side and feeling his mum play with the hair in his very small, stubby ponytail he's developed by being in Uni as he and Tubbo intertwine their legs together and Ranboo rests his head in the tangle of limbs, playing with his fidget cube. Puffy stays on Wilbur's side, intently texting someone and smiling the whole while, and Tommy takes a moment to reflect (something he's been getting better at doing) on how the actual hell they all got here.

The Dream SMP was always going to end- everyone knew it, if course, they were the fucking writers. But by the time they did, not only were their respective brands too closely intertwined to just… sever that quickly, but they'd become too close to even want to. So the SMP discord never shut, even though Dream and George had planned it months ago, and they continued supporting each other with their interests. Wilbur made a lot more music solo, with his band and even just random ass streams where he practiced guitar for an hour. He kept playing Minecraft, but it wasn't his main focus. A bunch of people left. More stayed. YouTube left him alone.

Dream, George and Sapnap are still Minecraft streamers, but their YouTube channels are mostly blogs of them being poor excuses of adults with other former SMP members joining in sometimes. Tommy and the Dream Team were closer than ever, even though the seeds of their friendship had been sowed when they used to linger after heavy streams together, reassuring each other that none of that was true and that nothing like… that would happen in real life, because Dream had used real abuse tactics, and those still hurt unless immediately taken care of. So they were. It was a running joke that Dream was stuck at 99 million subscribers since nobody really wanted the face reveal anymore. The other Dream team members were doing peachy.

Phil and Techno were also still primarily Minecraft streamers, but they also released things like advice videos and mental health stuff, especially for relationships. They had a new scripted series where Tommy was a minor character. The dadza jokes were still as real, and yes, outside of streaming, both of them were lovely people and responsible adults (mostly). They collaborated with DanTDM and co a lot more now.

Puffy and Niki kept doing games, but did lots of different ones, testing point and clickers to triple A titles, and making it all fucking hilarious while they were at it.

So where had that left Tommy?

After the Dream SMP, he'd kind of had no idea what to do, and he was going to University for the first time, so he just… did whatever he thought would be fun. He learned about vintage fashion from the queens themselves- Mina Le, Bernadette Banner and Karolina Zebrowska and had fun learning how to sew for the first time, fixing and making his own clothes for the first time, clunky as they were, Wilbur had cried, genuinely, when he saw the Lovejoy shirts that Tommy had made for the band. He'd found a genuine love for literature in university, so Tommy started talking to booktubers and studytubers like Jack Edwards and Noelle Stevenson. Tubbo and Ranboo had joined him, fucking around in any YouTube niche they found even remotely interesting. Eventually, they all found a happy medium- a bit of everything.

Some people obviously weren't happy with that but Tommy was happy as he was, making what he liked with his best friend's, living together close enough to most of their friends (family) to have fun and drop in on one another at ass-o-clock in the morning to comfort, to laugh. His sub count hasn't gone up in a while- most of his audience is static, with about 80-90k online on a stream at any time.p

It was a nice feeling, to have carved out a space for himself and the people he loves, and be is so, so glad that he got this chance.

Looking at his mostly asleep family, Tommy thinks 'yeah. Life is good.' as the last thought before he sleeps.

#dream smp #mcyt #irl fic #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #nihachu #ranboo #vee's writing #2021

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whitehotharlots · 4 years

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Andrea Long Chu is the sad embodiment of the contemporary left

Andrea Long Chu’s Females was published about a year ago. It was heavily hyped but landed with mostly not-so-great reviews, and while I was going to try and pitch my own review I figured there was no need. Going through my notes from that period, however, I see how much Chu’s work—and its pre-release hype—presaged the sad state of the post-Bernie, post-hope, COVID-era left. I figured they’d be worth expanding upon here, even if I’m not getting paid to do so.

Chu isn’t even 30 years old, and Females is her debut book, and yet critics were already providing her with the sort of charitable soft-handedness typically reserved for literary masters or failed female political candidates. This is striking due to the purported intensity of the book: a love letter to would-be assassin Valerie Solanas, the thesis of which is that all humans are female, and that such is true because female-ness is a sort of terminal disease stemming not from biology but from one’s inevitable subjugation in larger social contexts. Everyone is a woman because everyone suffers. Big brain shit.

But, of course, not everyone is a female. Of course. Females are females only some of the time. But, also, everyone is a female. Femaleness is just a title, see. Which means it can be selectively applied whenever and however the author chooses to apply it. The concept of “female” lies outside the realm of verifiability. Suggesting to subject it to any form of logic or other means of adjudication means you’re missing the point. Femaleness simply exists, but only sometimes, and those sometimes just so happen to be identifiable only to someone possessed with as a large a brain as Ms. Chu. We are past the need for coherence, let alone truth or honesty. And if you don’t agree that’s a sign that you are broken—fragile, illiterate, hateful, humorless.

Chu’s writing—most famously, her breakthrough essay “On Liking Women”—establishes her prose style: long, schizophrenic paragraphs crammed with unsustainable metaphors meant to prove various fuzzy theses simultaneously. Her prose seems kinda sorta provocative but only when read on a sentence-by-sentence level, with the reader disregarding any usual expectations of cohesion or connection.

This emancipation from typical writerly expectations allows Chu to wallow proudly in self-contradiction and meaninglessness. As she notes herself, explicitly, meaning isn’t the point. Meaning doesn’t even exist. It’s just, like, a feeling:

I mean, I don’t like pissing people off per se. Yes, there is a pleasure to that sometimes, sure. I think that my biggest takeaway from graduate school is that people don’t say things or believe things—they say them because it makes them feel a particular way or believing them makes them feel a particular way. I’ve become hyper aware of that, and the sense in which I’m pissing people off is more about bringing that to consciousness for the reader. The reason you’re reacting against this is not because it contradicts what you think is true, it’s because it prevents you from having the feeling that the thing you think is the truth lets you feel.

And so she can get away with saying that of course she doesn’t actually believe that everyone is a female, the same as her idol Valerie Solanas didn’t actually want to kill all men. The writers, Chu and Valerie, are just sketching out a dumb idea as a fun little larf, to see how far they can push a manifestly absurd thought. If they just so happen to shoot a gay man at point blank range and/or make broader left movements so repulsive that decent people get driven away, so be it. And if any snowflakes complain about their tactics, well that’s just proof of how right they are. Provocation is justification—the ends and the means. The fact that this makes for disastrous and harmful politics is beside the point. All that matters is that Chu gets to say what she wants to say.

This blunt rhetorical move—which is difficult to describe without sounding like I’m exaggerating or making stuff up, since it’s so insane—papers over Chu’s revanchist and violent beliefs. Her work is soaked with approving portrayals of Solanas’ eliminationist rhetoric—of course, Chu doesn’t’ actually mean it, even though she does. Men are evil, even as they don’t really fully exist since everyone is a woman, ergo eliminating men improves the world. Chu goes so far as to suggest that being a trans woman makes her a bigger feminist than Solanas or any actual woman could ever be, because the act of her transitioning led to the world containing fewer men. Again: big brain shit.

I’ll leave it to a woman to comment on the imperiousness of a trans woman insisting that she is bestest and realest kind of woman, that biological women are somehow flawed imposters. I will stress, however, that such a claim comes as a means of justifying a politically disastrous assertion that more or less fully justifies the most reactionary gender critical arguments, which regard all trans women as simply mentally ill men (this line of reasoning is so incredibly stupid that even a dullard like Rod Drehar can rebut it with ease). Trans activists have spent years establishing an understanding of transsexualism as a matter of inherent identity—whether or not you agree with that assertion, you have to admit that it has political propriety and has gone a long way in normalizing transness. Chu rejects this out of hand, embracing instead the revanchist belief that transness is attributable to taking sexual joy in finding oneself embarrassed and/or feminized—an understanding of womanhood that is simultaneously essentialist and tokenizing. When asked about the materially negative potential in expressing such a belief, Chu reacts with a usual word salad of smug self-contradiction:

EN: You say in the book that sissy porn was formative of your coming to consciousness as a trans woman. If you hadn’t found sissy porn, do you think it’s possible that you might have just continued to suffer in the not-knowing?

ALC: That’s a really good question. It’s plausible to me that I never would have figured it out, that it would have taken longer.

EN: How does that make you feel? Is that idea scary?

ALC: It isn’t really. Maybe it should be a little bit more, but it isn’t really. One of the things about desire is that you can not want something for the first 30 years of your life and wake up one day and suddenly want it—want it as if you might as well have always wanted it. That’s the tricky thing about how desire works. When you want something, there’s a way in which you engage in a kind of revisionism, the inability to believe that you could have ever wanted anything else.

EN: People often talk about the ubiquity of online porn as a bad thing—I’ve heard from lots of girlfriends that men getting educated about sex by watching porn leads to bad sex—but there seems to me a way in which this ubiquity is helping people to understand themselves, their sexuality and their gender identity.

ALC: While I don’t have the research to back this up, I would certainly anecdotally say that sissy porn has done something in terms of modern trans identity, culture, and awareness. Of course, it’s in the long line of sexual practices like crossdressing in which cross-gender identification becomes a key factor. It’s not that all of the sudden, in 2013, there was this thing and now there are trans people. However, it is undoubted that the Internet has done something in terms of either the sudden existence of more trans people or the sudden revelation that there are more trans people than anyone knew there were. Whether it’s creation or revelation, I think everyone would agree that the internet has had an enormous impact there.

One of the things I find so fascinating about sissy porn is that it’s not just that I can hear about these trans people who live 20 states away from me and that their experiences sound like mine. There is a component of it that’s just sheer mass communication and its transformative effect, but another part of it is that the internet itself can exert a feminizing force. That is the implicit claim of sissy porn, the idea that sissy porn made me trans is also the idea that Tumblr made me trans. So, the question there is whether or not the erotic experience that became possible with the Internet actually could exert an historically unique feminizing force. I like, at least as a speculative claim, to think about how the Internet itself is feminizing.

Politics, like, don’t matter. So, like, okay, nothing I say matters? So it’s okay if I say dumb and harmful shit because, like, they’re just words, man.

Chu can’t fully embrace this sort of gradeschool nihilism, though, because if communication was truly as meaningless as she claims then any old critic could come along and tell her to shut the fuck up. Even as she claims to eschew all previously existing means of adjudicating morality and coherence, she nonetheless relies on the cheapest means of making sure she maintains a platform: validation via accreditation. This is all simple victimhood hierarchy. Anyone who does not defer all of their own perceptions to someone higher up the hierarchy is inherently incorrect, their trepidations serving to validate the beliefs of the oppressed:

I like to joke that, as someone who is always right, the last thing I want is to be agreed with. [Laughs] I think the true narcissist probably wants to be hated in order to know that she’s superior. I absolutely do court disagreement in that sense. But what I like even better are arguments that bring about a shift in terms along an axis that wasn’t previously evident. So it’s not just that other people are wrong; it’s that their wrongness exists within a system of evaluation which itself is irrelevant.

Chu has summoned the most cynical possible interpretation of Walter Ong’s suggestion that “Writing is an act of violence disguised as an act of charity.” Of course, any effective piece of communication requires some degree of persuasion, convincing a reader, listener, viewer, or user to subjugate their perceptions to those of the communicator. Chu creates—not just leans on or benefits from, but actively posits and demands fealty to—the suggestion that her voice is the only one deserving of attention by virtue of it being her own. That’s it. That’s what all her blathering and bluster amount to. Political outcomes do not matter. Honesty does not matter. What matters is her, because she is her.

This is the inevitable result of a discourse that prizes a communicator’s embodied identity markers more than anything those communicators are attempting to communicate, and in which a statement is rendered moral or true based only upon the presence or absence of certain identity markers. Lived experience trumps all else. A large, non-passing trans woman is therefore more correct than pretty much anyone else, no matter how harmful or absurd her statements may be. She is also better than them. And smarter. And gooder.

Designating lived experience and subjective feelings of safety as the only acceptable forms of adjudication has caused the left to prize individualism to a degree that would have made Ronald Reagan blush. And this may explain the lukewarm reception of Chu’s book.

While they heaped praise upon her before the books’ release, critics backed off once they realized that Females is an embarrassingly apt reflection of intersectional leftism—a muddling, incoherent mess, utterly disconnected from any attempt toward persuasion or consensus, the product of a movement that has come to regard neurosis as insight. The deranged mewlings of a grotesque halfwit are only digestable a few pages at a time. Any more than that, and we begin to see within them far too much of the things that define our awful movement and our terrifying moment.

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bananban-feature · 3 years

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Seventeen: Hoshi

(It took me a while to write this because... I’m also not sure. There’s a lot of ideas here and there and my mind is all over the place. But here it goes.)

Hoshi appreciation time! I’m here to talk about another one of my biases in my bias group that I love so much, Seventeen. Hoshi is incredibly talented and creative, fun with an extremely loveable personality! Now, where do I start?

Talent

Dance - This talent is pretty obvious as he is the leader of the performance unit, which is equivalent to the team of the main dancers of the group. (Other Seventeen members who aren’t part of this unit are already really good dancers, so this unit is really something.)

Stage Presence and Energy - A big part of what I like about Hoshi’s performances is not simply his dance - it’s his energy and attitude. I especially like it when he performs with intensity, like his Fearless intro dance with the drums (GDA 2021). I remember watching a clip of their Ode To You in Manila concert on Youtube and seeing Hoshi made me really wish I was there. (I only became a Carat after this, during quarantine.) It’s like he’s a ball of energy that hypes people up.

His duality is INSANE. He knows how to use his facial expressions and charisma that would make you feel the intensity of the music and fall for him on stage. And yet irl he’s absolutely adorable.

Singing - With Hoshi being such a main dancer already, you wouldn’t think he would have good vocals, but Hoshi is actually a lead singer too! In fact, in Performance unit, he is the main vocals. He has a powerful voice!

Rap - Hoshi is the main rapper in their super fun sub-unit BooSeokSoon. (Sure, he’s not actually the best singer or rapper there is in all of kpop, but he really has the talent for it.) There are many songs only a few people can pull off but he does. His energy and attitude in “Just Do It” by BSS and “Bring It” is next level, and absolutely necessary for the song to be successful.

Songwriting - This hasn’t been much (you know, as much as Woozi), but Hoshi has also participated in writing some of their songs, and even composed some with the help of Bumzu/Woozi! He co-wroteThanks with Woozi and Bumzu.

In general, I just also love Hoshi’s confidence in his talents. He knows his strengths, he isn’t afraid to showcase all the good things he can do, and he recognizes when he performs well. Confident, but not bragging. He’s just so real and so passionate about performing.

Performance Unit Leader & Choreographer

I have a lot to say about this because the first thing that really struck me about Seventeen is the absolutely beautiful choreography and incredible synchronization. It is the reason why I really checked them out in the first place after seeing a video of them dancing to Don’t Wanna Cry in x2 speed.

Choreography - Hoshi co-choreographs the Seventeen performances with a choreographer hyung/noona, and also with the help of the performance team. (I am not disregarding the work of the pro choreographers, who in fact, did such an amazing job, but I’ve seen some people dismiss Hoshi’s contributions to these. Hoshi himself doesn’t brag about it, and ALWAYS mentions the choreographers that helped them.) There are a lot of records of him working on the choreo and formations, and there are interviews with Seventeen members, Hoshi himself, and even the choreographer hyungs that talk about his work. There’s a lot of hard work involved in this, especially when you have to think about 13 people’s positions in each scene. It just requires a lot of brain power! To add to that, Hoshi is incredibly creative! He is able to take inspiration from random objects (such as street lamps), and turn it into story-telling choreography (DWC example, skip to 1:32, this is an amazing video). I really love Seventeen's choreography, and I think they have one of the best choreographies in kpop! They are my all-time favorite in this area.

Leadership - (Obviously, they practice these dances also with the help of the choreographer hyungs too, but Hoshi really leads the whole group in terms of the performance.) Hoshi is strict and particular even with the tiniest details, angles and timing. I definitely think this is one of the biggest reasons why Seventeen is so good with their dance and are called Kings of Synchronization. Not only do they practice a lot, but I think they all really work hard because they’ve developed this sense of meticulousness in choreo that Hoshi imparted.

***Hoshi said himself that he’s a quick-tempered person. The members have actually shared their accounts of how Hoshi was as a performance leader - strict, not very patient, and has a tendency to say harsh words when they did not meet his expectations. (He’s the opposite of Minghao in Idol Producer. Normally, this impatient teaching style would get me pissed, but Hoshi as a teacher to Seventeen is different. Unlike the ordinary teacher-student relationship, Hoshi has a very close friendship with the members like family. Even when there are hurts and arguments during practice, they are able to talk about it, fix and overcome it.) It seems Hoshi has changed from this harshness though. And now the members are able to talk and laugh about it freely as memories from their earlier years.

Personality

Hoshi is so talented, but what really drew me into him was his outstanding personality. People who only look at Hoshi on stage might get shocked because Hoshi in real life is like a cute crazy hamster. (Oops, I meant “tiger”, horanghae!)

Hoshi is hilarious and adorable at the same time. It’s almost like a toddler in a grown man’s body. He says the silliest things and acts the silliest way! What makes him funny is not just because he tries hard to be funny by making jokes. He’s just naturally funny - the definition of chaotic comedy, major crackhead energy! His overhyping is hilarious. And his randomness will make you laugh. I love that he is unapologetically himself, accepting himself in all his weirdness. And no one can stop his tiger agenda. 🐯 🐯 🐯

Don’t Lie I & II are two of the first episodes I watched in Going Seventeen. I was so in love with Hoshi, especially after Don’t Lie II. He was so chaotic and crazy, but also very intelligent! It really was a successful game because of his incredible deduction (with the help of Seungkwan, of course). And my gosh, the way he copied Seungkwan (and even Vernon) in their 5th Anniversary is legendary! That’s both talent in comedy and talent in acting!

Despite being this comedian, he is often seen being very sweet to the rest of the members. Honestly, unless they are in the practice room or when he needs to protect the members, Hoshi is one of those who’s often like a fake maknae in the group because he’s so cute. (Okay, except Woozi always rejects his hugs. lol) He’s also sweet to the fans and interacts with them a lot.

Hoshi’s Visuals

He may not be an official visual but nowadays, I am really appreciating his looks. I’ve always found him cute (like a child-like cute). Even in his old videos as a rookie, he has a cute and fun visual. But he really has a face with nice proportions. Honestly, he’s growing more and more mature each day. And recently, I’m just loving his visuals so much as a handsome guy.

Like...look at this beauty?

///Update, March 2021: As I predicted, Hoshi has been showing his handsome boyfriend look more and more.

A better look of the last photo, whew:

*** update done ///

This post is waaaaaaay longer than I planned it to be. There’s just too many things to appreciate about Hoshi.

Anyway, here are random things I found you also might enjoy:

Article on Hoshi as a dancer/performer (The title is misleading, but this is actually a great compilation of amazing Hoshi and Seventeen dance things.)

Reddit thread on Hoshi’s talents

IDK, random Hoshi YT compilations (1) and (2)

The Leader Line

I’ve written about my top biases right now: Woozi (previous post) and Hoshi, hard-working members for the team. In general, I really appreciate the leader line. At a young age, they led a group of teens to rise to the top of a very demanding industry. This is real life leadership with real life issues and pressures. They had a huge responsibility, it wasn’t playtime. (Great job to S.Coups, too, for being able to handle the crazy kids and keep them in order together. Imagine having to think about the individual issues of 13 people!)

Anyway, hopefully I’ll be able to talk more about them soon in my Seventeen members general appreciation post!

#kpop #Seventeen #kwon soonyoung #hoshi

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herpronuonsarefemslash · 3 years

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Teaser for “Hop, Skip, and a Jump”

A Bellamione fic that explores what happens when the Department of Mysteries duels end in Hermione taking Bellatrix down with a whip, which leaves an impression on Bella when she's sent back to Azkaban. Luna invents a longer-range time turner, Hermione is lonely after divorcing Ron, and the Black sisters were just legendary for getting up to gay nonsense... https://www.patreon.com/posts/48881466 Harry is thrashing in Remus grip, refusing to believe it and trying to dive through the Veil. Hermione takes in the other members of her merry band of child soldiers.

Ron's a mess. Black eye. Split lip. Bloody knuckles. Dark red staining the tips of his sweaty ginger hair where it dips against a cut on his forehead. Looks like a soccer hooligan after a riot. Made excellent use of that table leg when he lost his wand, though.Full marks.

Ginny displayed raw elemental force with wind, cold and lightning that her tiny body shouldn't have been able to contain and reflexes none of them could keep pace with.

Luna was bloody terrifying. She nearly killed a man with an origami dragon made out of interdepartmental memos. Hermione nearly threw up after her first real curse connected, after the first time that she did magic that truly harmed another human being. Yet Luna simply cocked her head and looked curiously at the dragon and was about to pet it when it dissolved.Creativity and lack of inhibitions are useful in a soldier, Hermione supposes.

Tonks is badly hurt, but she's breathing at least. What the fuck was that curse? Dumbledore has been letting her read up on Dark Arts, supervised, and she's never heard of those elements being combined. If there's a person spending their rainy Sundays with a notepad working out new ways to use dark arts, it's probably Bellatrix Lestrange.

A magically amplified voice rings throughout the room.

"I killed Sirius Black, I killed Sirius Black, I killed Sirius Black!"

Harry slips out of Remus' grip and then he's gone.

Fucking invisibility cloak. One of these days, I'm going to hang him with it. ----- Never used an Unforgivable Curse, have you, boy?" she chuckles.

The dark witch's hand is not far from her own wand. She's taunting Harry about having to mean it when he does dark magic.

Pathos versus logos, one French scholar decided when studying the topic. Someone can do ordinary magic emotionlessly, acting out just an idea. Not dark magic. Dark spellwork takes raw emotion and blood magic and dark rites more so.

Which also brings her to the disturbing realization that Bellatrix is not nearly as broken as everyone thinks, and at the same time, she's so much more broken than anyone realized.She's never seen Harry this angry, or this torn up, and he can't summon a cruciatus for a woman who really deserves one.

Bellatrix can let one drop from her lips like its nothing, ten seconds after telling a joke. She's not cold. She's not empty or numb or hollow. Bellatrix Black Lestrange is just too much. She's always boiling over.

She's not dangerous despite being insane because it's not a handicap. Bellatrix is dangerous because she can use her own insanity. Uses her instability as just one more weapon. To be able to do the things she does, to channel wildly different emotions on a moment's notice like that... ----- Hermione spots a bit of velvet rope on the ground, not far from one of the entrances.

"Accio rope," she whispers, calling it slowly into her hand.Bellatrix's fingers are curling around that clawed wand of hers. Any moment now, she's going to make use of the fact that Harry's standing there, barking out curses he doesn't understand the mechanics of, his lip trembling. She's going to kill him.

"Flagellum ingis!" Hermione shouts and the rope in her hand catches fire. Crimson, bloody-looking flames. What had been a few inches of fat velvet is now a thirty-foot coil of nasty-looking black leather. The frayed end becomes a hard metal handle. She swings and, by some miracle, connects. ----- Shacklebolt stares at her for a long time, like he doesn't believe her.

There's a knock on the door.

"Enter," he calls over his shoulder. It's Tonks, wobbling on crutches with an expandable sack under her arm. Her typically pink hair is a messy gray and her metamorphagus skills seem to be trying to shift her dislocated jaw back into shape, against the bracing charm the healers put on her.

"Tonks!"

"Wotcher, Hermione," she chuckles.

"Get it?" Kingsley asks.

"Kreacher wasn't happy about it, but yes."

She tips the sack upside down and drops a huge book on the table. It's bound in crimson silk and black lace. No title on the spine, instead two words. Tojous pur. Always pure. The motto of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. "Looks a bit like fancy knickers, don't it?" Tonks jokes. ----- When the Black Grimoire teleports itself into Hermione's lap, no one's laughing. Arthur Weasley goes white as a sheet and Remus's eyes flicker gold momentarily and she could swear she heard a canine's whine.

"Hermione," Remus says, his voice scratchy and small. "Please. That's..."

"Dangerous," Arthur fills in.

They're all looking at her like she's Darth Vader, suddenly. Like she has to be talked down. Like she's suddenly the most dangerous person in the room. She looks at the book. What spells are in this, anyway, that it being in her lap makes the entire Order of the Phoenix flinch?

"I don't want it!" she protests.

The book teleports itself again. Where it goes, none of them can figure out.

----- The book comes back again the night before the battle. She asks Tonks over to try to get rid of it. "S'not something to be afraid of, little devil," Tonks says. "Doesn't have to be." Little devil is Tonks' nickname for her, after finding a photo of Hermione gothed-out at age eleven, a few weeks before she got her letter. She's stopped using it around others. "I'd think you'd hate the Blacks," Hermione mumbles.Tonks sighs, shifting her skirts out of the way and sitting down on the bench beside her. Hogsmeade is empty. Cleared out so fast that everyone left almost everything. They've been eating like kings, and it helps. Tonks especially is thriving. Crazy bitch decided to put the witch-or-wizard debate to bed for all time by rejoining the war nine days after giving birth, slinging spells while leaking milk into her clothes. "I think that'd be like using a time turner to kill my grandparents," Tonks admits. She puffs at her hair, which goes pink, then blue, then green, then turns to something rather like glass. "Being a Black gave me this ability.” "Let's take a look, shall we?" Tonks squeezes her hand tight, and together they open the grimoire. "I'll keep you safe." ----- She's staggering out of the Great Hall. Bloody. Aching. Alive. Before she can find a banister to lean on, Tonks slams into her. Hermione wails. "Sorry," Tonks squeaks. "Just ribs," she grumbles. "What is it?" "Page two hundred seventeen. Knowing what that curse looks like? Saved my life. Remus' too." Hermione huffs."Next time you're trying to thank me, let's talk, all right?" The Grimoire appears in her trunk on the way back to Hogwarts to re-take her seventh year. This time, it won't leave, even when ordered to. ----- Everything is pain and exhaustion. But Rose is gorgeous. She's everything. Hermione fumbles for her wand, gathers the birth blood into the air and then whispers out an ancient curse with her lips pressed to her eldest's tiny, sticky head. Not all curses are meant to hurt the one at the center of them. The Mother's Curses are darker than night and because of the blood linking caster to target, far more powerful than ordinary spells. ------ They split after Hugo's born. It's more to do with her campaign for Minister, which she loses by a hair, than the 'neglect' of Hugo who she keeps so close she thinks that Molly would have blushed. As divorces go, it's bloodless. Pureblood-muggleborn marriages can be rocky, of course, and she produced heirs for the Weasley line. So from the traditionalist point of view, the muggle divorce and the Gringotts paperwork don't mean much. The same ceremony showed that their children's blood bears more of her magic than his. For that reason, or some other reason, Ron never bad-mouths her in public. She never moves to have their names changed to merely 'Granger'. She hears 'mudblood' whispered for the first time in a long while. ----- On one side of her desk, the plaque bears bold green letters that thrum with sorcery. Hermione Jean Granger, Minister of Magic On the other side, visible only in the presence of a Dumbledore's Army coin, she scratched a second marking in one of Tolkien's half-right, half-wrong scripts of Elvish. here sits a servant of the elves ----- "WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, A BLACK?" a woman shrieks outside her office. Hermione groans, dropping her fork back into her takeout container.Harry chuckles, glancing up from his case file. "Your damn fault," she mutters."You needed the help, old friend. Be a shame if paperwork killed you after all this." "It'd be the most evil thing that tried, so it makes sense." She flicks her wand at her office door. "In here, both of you!" she barks. ----- "Sarah?" Hermione asks, desperate to hear a human voice across the shuffling of papers. "Yes, ma'am?" "Something's been bugging me about...the incident." Missy stiffens. "What?" she asks, flipping another sheet face down."You said, what do you take me for, then added the word Black." There's a polite throat-clearing so familiar sounding that has Hermione scrambling for her wand and leveling it at a sixteen-year-old girl. "Right. Sorry," she mumbles. "Sounded a bit like..." "Umbridge," the girl laughs. "Professor Longbottom and Professor Abbot complain too." "I keep telling her that's going to get her jinxed," the boy next to her huffs. "Interrupting people who that lunatic tortured in mid-lecture rather than just raising her hand." "Shut up, Ballard." "Go on...uh...""Myn," the girl chirps, offering her hand. "Mynara Wallsworth." Hermione shakes it and then bows. "Enlighten us, wise one." "It's just that the Blacks are notorious. There's a bunch of scratches on the sixth-year Slytherin dorm's walls. Hard to tell with fading, but at least twenty. According to legend, it's one mark for each girl who got a hat trick." "A what?" "Each girl who snogged all three of the Black sisters during school."

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Title: Bet You Can’t {1}

Chris Evans x Uriah & Chris Hemsworth x Summer

Crossover-Collab Four-Part Miniseries

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Fun, and Games, Mild Raunchy Talk

Words: 2.2K

Summary: Uriah and Chris are happily married. A night of relaxing with your best friends Chris and Summer Hemsworth brings up “No Nut November.” Once you hear it, you know where it’s leading. IT was all jokes until somehow it turned serious. The Chris’ strike a full-on bet while dragging their better halves into the madness. The rules are simple, for the entire month of November none of you will have sex, none of you will get that nut in any way. Whichever couple makes it get bragging rights, and the 10k pool bet money. Whichever couple doesn’t make it has to change their social media name to “Failed NNN” for a week and post/tweet as normal and go on IG live to announce their failure. The bet is rigged though when Uriah and Summer decide to sabotage their husbands and make a side bet on who could make their husband fail quicker. All’s fair in love and war, and this is war.

Note: Got this idea from a group conversation with my friends, where a debate broke out about women being stronger and more able to survive NNN than men. It got me thinking, hmmm we know Chris has a dirty mind, dirty mind has to equal freak and always wanting to fool around.

It was too much fun working with @oceanscorazon a while back for her part one to out first collab titled Rumors & Waves. Look out for part two coming soon. I had to do it again. Thank you to the beautiful and phenomenal Amber @oceanscorazon for agreeing to this!!!

This will be a four part story to be posted one chapter a week to show what November is like for Chris and Uriah. @oceanscorazon will also write four parts to show that November is like for Chris and Summer.

***So for Chris and Uriah’s timeline, this is before the events of Rumor Has It.

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“Oh my god, you guys are so dumb. I cannot even deal right now!”

You couldn’t contain your laughter. Perhaps it was you being at your utmost comfort level, or the fact you were genuinely having a great time or the insane amount of alcohol you’d consumed. Whatever it was, your ugly dork laugh had come out of hiding.

“Oh my god, the dork laugh has returned,” Chris teased, pointing at you from across the huge firepit. Everyone laughed louder as you narrowed your eyes at your husband.

“Oh shut up, you know you love my dork laugh.”

“I do, you’re right. I kinda have to though right, we’re married.”

“What are you saying?”

“Nothing, sweetheart, just it’s very suspect this laugh of yours didn’t emerge until we’d been married for a week.”

You all laughed harder, fully getting the meaning of his words.

“Oh, mate, are you really implying that you’d have had second thoughts marrying her if you’d heard the laugh before?”

Chris shrugged his shoulders with a smirk on his face before he finished his drink. Summer and Hemsworth roared out with “ohs.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I don’t think anything could have stopped me from marrying her. It was inevitable,” Chris clarified, shooting an enamored smile your way.

“It was inevitable. From the night you got between these thighs, your fate was sealed,” you gibed. Again, you all laughed heartily.

“I agree with Riah; everyone saw how captivated you were once you met. We all placed bets on how long it would be until you married her,” Summer announced.

“Yeah, it was record-breaking time too,” Hemsworth slipped in.

You smiled at Chris, making your way around the firepit to sit on his lap. Chris wrapped his muscular arms around you and placed a kiss on your jawline. “When you know you know,” he finished.

“Aww, baby.”

Your lips met his in a sweet kiss, then turned passionate. Chris pulled you closer, and before anything could turn dirty you pulled back. You heard the low grunt that caught in his throat as he gave you a look that spoke of desire. You knew what was in store for you when you got home.

“You guys are so stinking cute. Five years and still acting like newlyweds,” Summer broke in as Hemsworth leaned over to kiss her temple as the words left her mouth. She smiled and turned to her husband and kissed him softly.

“Look who’s talking,” Chris quipped.

“Oh, can’t believe it’s the last of October already,” Hemsworth lamented with a groan.

You all knew what the end of October meant. It meant that you all were now just two months away from getting back to work from your vacations from filming. Hemsworth and Summer were set to get back into superhero mode with Marvel. You’d been signed to two new roles that were set to shoot back to back while you worked on your debut album in between all of it. Chris, on the other hand, was exploring and filming a few new roles since his departure from Captain America. The silence stretched as the threat of work hung in the air between the four of you.

“I saw something funny on Twitter the other day. There are a bunch of people posting about starting and participating in something called “No Nut November,” Chris began.

You and Summer groaned in unison as your eyes met. You knew what your best friend was thinking without a word.

Hemsworth cleared his throat in true Chris Hemsworth exaggerated jokester fashion then began. “Ah, I know this one. It’s when in November, people commit to not having sex.”

“It’s stupid. I never understood why anyone would do that?” Eyes went to you as you finished your bottle of beer. When you realized it you looked at the three of them “What? Sex is a natural, healthy and fun part of being human. Why would anyone want to get rid of it?”

Summer and Hemsworth laughed again.

“Guess we know what goes on behind closed doors now, huh Mrs. Evans,” Summer joked as her husband snickered with her.

“Hey, we’re adults, and we won’t be shamed,” Chris said coming to your defense.

“No shame at all, boo,” Summer piped up.

“I don’t’ see the big deal. I’d be able to handle it easy,” Summer’s husband added as she nodded right beside him.

You felt Chris’ grip tighten around your waist while his other hand dropped to squeeze the flesh where your upper thigh and ass met. His giant hand was blazing hot. Chris only got this hot when he’d gotten some drinks in him, and his body was turning the alcohol into fuel—but fuel for something else entirely. Your eyes locked onto his to see his teeth sink into his bottom lip. You smiled and mouthed, “behave.” He smiled and buried his face into your neck and teased the sensitive flesh there.

“Eh-em!” You turned to find Summer and co looking at you.

“Hm?”

“Guess we got our answer, you and Evans definitely wouldn’t make it. You’re both too weak,” Summer teased.

“Woah, woah, are we forgetting who was the one playing Captain America, the first strongest avenger?”

Everyone rolled their eyes. “Bro, you’re like an old quarterback who just won’t let go of his glory days. We get it sport, you were the best or one of them, but let’s not forget about who the actual god of thunder is,” Hemsworth gloated while flexing his muscle. You noticed Summer’s broad smile as she stared at her husband’s arm.

“I just don’t appreciate being called weak. My wife and I would more than be able to make it because we’re physically and mentally strong,” Chris professed, sitting up in his Adirondack chair. Your eyes dropped to him, trying to give him the signal to abort what he was saying because you saw where this was heading.

“Oh, so you think you’d be able to win this thing?” Hemsworth added.

The two of them always loved to goad each other. One time, Chris had goaded Hemsworth into a beer drinking match while you and Summer were left as the innocent bystanders watching your husbands act like children, then you had to be the ones to take care of them after they’d both surpassed their limits. It ended in vomit, and neither of you were happy, which finished with both of them being in the doghouse for several weeks. Another time Hemsworth goaded Chris into a surfing challenge knowing full well Chris was not a surfer. He grew up in Boston. That resulted in Chris getting stung by a jellyfish and Hemsworth having to pee on him. You and summer laughed your asses off but never heard the end of it from either of your husbands.

Then there was that time they both tricked each other into some whacky challenge to drive for an hour completely naked. That ended up with both of them getting pulled over by the cops who found it amusing and let them go, but they were then spotted by TMZ and ended up being on the show with the headline “Fast and Furious Streaking Chris’.” It was hilarious, but neither of them lived it down for several months. You and Summer knew this was about to get out of hand.

“Guys,” you began, but neither of them batted an eye to your but in into the conversation. They simply continued debating the issue of who had the mental strength to do it.

“Hello! We the wives have something to say,” Summer attempted. Her husband briefly looked to her then back to Chris.

“Hold on, baby, the men--husbands are in the middle of something.”

Summer’s jaw dropped, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You knew when they got like this, neither you or Summer would get a word in. You stood from Chris’ lap and walked over to the cooler where the drinks were with Summer following behind you. They didn’t even seem to notice.

The two of you stood there and watched your husbands, and loves of your lives continue on as if you weren’t even there. “This won’t end well,” Summer began.

“Oh, girl, I know.”

“Why must they always try to do this one up game?”

You shrugged because you honestly didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t a male thing because sometimes women got into it as well, but with men, it was on a whole different level.

“Remember when Chris dared Evans to hold that rattlesnake saying he’d held them hundreds of times?”

You and Summer snickered at the memory. Hemsworth hadn’t touched it but lied his ass off, and Chris fell for it and held it with no problem only when it was Hemsworth’s turn he chickened out, then Chris chased him around with it.

“For a man who lives in Australia, you’d think him, and the rattlers would be best buds,” Summer joked.

“Remember the time they got into a literal race on Sunset?”

Summer rolled her eyes. The four of you were going to dinner together. After leaving your house, Chris and Hemsworth got into a pissing match over who could run the fastest. It went on and on for the whole eight-mile car drive. When you’d gotten to Sunset both of them got out the car and raced down to the restaurant, leaving you and Summer to drive the vehicles there. When you arrived, it was decided that they’d tied, which led to talks of a rematch.

It was exhausting having them together, but it sure was great comedy. Suddenly both of them stood.

“It’s settled then,” Hemsworth said.

“Damn right it is,” Chris repeated. Both of them looked to you with huge smiles on their faces.

“We’ve decided that we’re participating in this No Nut November, and we’re going to win,” Hemsworth began.

You and Summer quickly spat out your mouthfuls of beer and gaped at your husbands. When neither of their smiles faltered, and neither spoke you and Summer looked to each other clearly thinking the same thing.

“What the fuck!?” It came out at the same time, and the confusion and shock you both felt clearly and precisely came across.

“No Nut November, for the entire month of November,” Chris began before you cut him off.

“I know what the hell No Nut November is Christopher. I’m not an idiot! What the hell do you mean we’re participating? Who decided that?”

“We did,” he informed, motioning between him and Chris.

“Oh, so you two are fucking each other?”

“Really, Summer?”

“That is the only way you two could come up and decide something that involves your wives as well,” Summer continued.

“Babe, we’ve got this. We’ve been married longer and have way more self-control than these two noobs,” Hemsworth slid in as he approached her.

“Hey! We have self-control!” Your outburst was not to defend this stupid idea; it was to defend you and Chris as a couple.

“Sure you do,” Hemsworth added with a snort. “Summer, it’ll be easy, like taking candy from a baby.”

“Whatever, you two are the ones who couldn’t keep your hands off each other during filming. Our godchildren were conceived because you couldn’t practice professionalism and control,” Chris dropped in. Your eyes bugged as did Summers.

“Wow, you went there, Evans? Really?” Chris shrugged his shoulders so matter of factly that you had no choice but to laugh.

“Really, Riah!”

“I’m sorry, I really am. You have to admit though, that was the perfect slide in. He read you both.” You did your best to stop smiling, but it was difficult.

“I say we take this bet and show them what winners look like,” Hemsworth added.

“Not a good idea,” Summer finished.

“We already have a bet Summer. The Evans’ will bring this home!”

“Whatever mate, the Hemsworths are going to claim this victory.”

“Rules are simple. For the entire month of November, neither of us will have sex. None of us will get any nut,” Chris explained as his eyes went from Summer to Hemsworth and then to you.

You and Summer were just stunned as to how this happened, especially with them completely ignoring what the two of you had to say about it.

“Whichever couple makes it gets bragging rights, and the pool bet money. I’m putting down five grand Summer, and I have this.”

“Well, I’m putting down five grand Riah, and I more than have this,” Chris countered.

You rolled your eyes and looked to Summer. She was still frozen, just watching her husband speak.

“Whichever couple doesn’t make it has to change their social media name to “Failed NNN” for a week and post/tweet as normal.”

“Easy. I’m gonna raise that bet, on top of changing your name you have to go on IG live and announce that you failed and lost to us,” Chris raised.

“Oh ho, deal!” Hemsworth and Chris shook hands and looked to the two of you. Again, neither you or Summer spoke. Your husbands walked off together, throwing themselves back into conversation as if they hadn’t just committed to a month of torture without consulting either of you.

“What just happened?”

“Girl, we just got fitted for and shackled with our chastity belts for November,” you informed.

“Ain’t that a--.” Summer started, as the two of you just stood there looking at the men you loved who’d just started yet another war with each other, which had the two of you dealing with the fallout.

“Bitch,” you finished.

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Chapter 2

Ted walked into the office the next morning and went right to the sign that Vic had made the day before. He had scoured the internet to find out what these old machines sounded like and did his best to imitate the noises he'd heard on different obscure YouTube videos as he mimicked stamping his time card. Vic laughed at her desk while he did so.

"Good morning," He grinned at her as he sat in his desk chair. "Did you clock in?"

"Oh yes," Vic nodded seriously, "I want to make sure I keep this job. It's helping to support my family until they find me a good husband."

Ted pushed down the question of whether or not Sean was in the running for her husband and the question of if Sean was worried about helping her keep her job.

"What a noble thing to do, so selfless of you." He grinned when she laughed. He really liked the sound of her laugh.

"So how was running around with Uncle Ron all day yesterday?"

Ted smirked, "Brutal, the hazing here is intense. I don't know how you put up with it."

Vic shook her head, "How else will we know if you're up to working here?"

Ted laughed, "See this is how I know that working here is the right move. I like a group that doesn't mess around, no-nonsense, nose to the grindstone, that's how I like it."

Vic laughed, "I can tell. I don't think there's a bone in your body that knows how to joke around."

"Not a one," Ted shrugged, "some people think it's a waste, but I think they're just jealous."

Vic laughed before her phone rang and she composed herself to answer it.

Ted took advantage of the moment to get his laptop turned on and start unloading the few things he brought for his desk. He'd just started to look through the new potential clients that Ron had been wanting to reach out to when Vic's voice spoke up.

"A wolf figurine?" She picked up the wolf his mum had given him when he finished A-Levels.

Ted gave a nervous laugh, "Er, do you know my last name?"

She bit her lip, "No, does that make me a bad coworker?"

Ted shook his head but he couldn't keep from smiling. "You know if I answer that honestly, I'm only going to make you feel bad."

"Do you even know my last name?" Vic crossed her arms over her chest, still holding the wolf.

Ted smirked, "Why yes, Weasley, I do."

Vic blushed and then laughed, "Fine, I'm an awful person, now what's your last name?"

"You think I'll let you off the hook that easily, Weasley?" Ted grinned. "You underestimate me."

"Oh, come on, I admitted to being awful." She kicked his foot.

"And I admire your honesty." Ted held out his hand for his wolf figurine.

Vic smirked. "I think I'll hold on to this, at least until I guess your last name."

Teddy briefly considered fighting her for it, but he smiled when she rubbed her hand over it like it was a puppy she was petting.

"Sure, hold on to it."

She blinked and bit her lip before smiling, "Thanks, I'll give it back once I figure out your last name."

Ted shrugged and grabbed his phone to call the first company on Ron's list. "I won't hold my breath."

Vic went to argue with him, but Teddy held up his hand and responded to the receptionist that had answered his call.

Her playful glare put a smile on his face for the rest of the calls he had to make.

"Did you bring lunch?" Vic asked as she moved to the fridge.

Ted looked up at the clock and raised his eyebrows. Was it really already one o'clock?

"Er, yeah, I did," Ted pulled his backpack to him.

Vic moved to the card table as Ted sat at his desk and pulled out his sandwich.

"You're going to eat at your desk?"

Ted looked up at her, "Yep."

"Well, this will be an awkward lunch hour. I'm practically shouting at you from over here."

Ted smirked, "Yeah, really awkward."

Vic pulled her drink to her lips and Teddy felt his smirk morphing into a smile. She had something about her, something that kept pulling him in even when his brain kept telling him to back off. Honestly, he needed to stop, she was snogging a guy in the office when he wasn't there. But try as he might, Ted couldn't stop himself. Vic was pulling him in and he couldn't, or maybe he wouldn't stop her.

"Well, what shall we shout about?"

"Do you normally shout with the men in your life?"

"Only when they insist on sitting fifty feet away from me."

"Fifty feet? This office is barely twenty feet across." Ted laughed.

Vic ignored him, "No one likes a cleverclogs, Ted."

He laughed loudly at that one, "Fine, I don't normally care for shouting at the women in my life, but if you insist on eating all the way over there, I can make a special exception for you."

"You're ridiculous," Vic laughed and went to say more when her cell phone rang.

She looked torn as she looked at the screen before mouthing sorry to him and swiping to answer.

"Hi, Sean."

Ted turned to look out the window and tried to push away the annoyance he felt. It would make sense her boyfriend would call over her lunch hour. He tried to tune her out and focus on the cars driving past the office building, but the catch in her voice as she spoke again completely threw that idea out the window.

"Oh, are you sure you can't do that another night?"

Ted focused on chewing his food to keep from turning to look at her.

"No, I understand, just, we planned this out last month."

It was involuntary. Ted glanced her way and saw one of the most dejected looks he'd ever seen, including when Lily was two-years-old and didn't get a second scoop of ice cream.

"Alright, but I'll see you tonight?"

Ted looked back out the window and took a long drink from his water bottle.

"Oh, right, well, text me then."

It wasn't his business, but Ted couldn't help but feel like taking it to blows with Sean. How dare he treat this amazing woman like someone he could blow off?

"Right. Bye."

Ted finally allowed himself to turn his office chair back to face Vic and found her gripping her phone tightly between her hands.

"Everything alright?"

Vic took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah, just, just plans changing and I've always been a little frustrated when that happens."

"Must be something big to cancel plans that have been set out for a month."

Vic swallowed hard and took a bite of her sandwich. Ted took the hint and moved the conversation forward.

"Well, while you were rudely interrupting our shouting match, I thought we might start shouting about how insane it is that Ron couldn't find space for two more desks at the main office."

Vic grinned. "You're more observant than most. I have two theories on that one."

"Wait!" Ted held up his hand as he set down his sandwich. "We have to make sure that he hasn't bugged the office to spy on us."

He started inspecting the ceiling and the floors, Vic's laughter echoing in the small space. Ted opened the supply closet and the bathroom and the fridge and the microwave before deciding he'd played the part well enough and went back to his desk.

"Alright, I think the coast is clear. Now, what are your theories?"

Vic grinned, "Well, my first theory is that he's protective of me, and doesn't want me involved with all the politicking that happens at the main office. But my second theory is that he doesn't want this to keep being a part of Bread & Butter. I think he's prepping this so that it could become its own operation. And that transition goes much smoother if the people who work here haven't been involved with Bread & Butter at all. I mean, aside from meeting everyone at the main office, did you get contact information? Sure, we could find them over the company system, but we don't do anything that involves them at all. Uncle Ron even hires a different company to deliver for our department than the rest of the company."

Teddy felt his eyes go huge. "Vic you're brilliant!"

Vic blushed, "Well, that's just my speculation…"

"No!" Teddy shook his head, "You're a genius, really, and that's going to completely change the game!"

Ted snagged his notebook and pen and started jotting down notes.

"What are you on about?" Vic moved back to her desk chair and rolled it to his desk.

"Vic, my degree is in marketing, not sales, but your uncle hired me basically on the spot. He's got you running a website and coordinating deliveries. But he's completely cut us off from the rest of Bread & Butter. He told me that he wanted to see me pioneer this division. Vic, we're building a company! And I know how to market that! My job title says Salesman, but I'm sitting on the precipice of being the Chief Marketing Officer. If I can show Ron what I can do to increase my sales, if you and I can grow this into something big, Vic we could be the C-staff of this gig!"

Vic stared at him for a long moment before rolling back to her desk and grabbing a notepad and pen.

"So, what do we do?"

"Why did Ron hire you?" Ted pushed back in his chair.

Vic looked down, "Because I needed a job."

"No," Teddy shook his head, "I will put a thousand pounds down that he did not pity hire you. Did you go to university or any sort of training after A-levels?"

Vic shrugged, "I went to uni, but my degree is in communications, how does that help here?"

Ted looked out the window and thought about it, trying to connect the dots. What did Ron have in store for Vic? Then it hit him.

"You're pretty close with Ron?"

Vic smiled, "I'm his and Aunt Hermione's go-to sitter for Rose and Hugo. And growing up they were always my favorite to play with at family gatherings."

"You're Ron's pick for Chief Operating Officer," Ted scribbled down in his notebook again. "He knows he can trust you to handle anything he throws at you. Did you know anything about managing a website before this?"

Vic shrugged, "No, but it wasn't hard to learn. I watched a load of online courses and I've been able to keep it going pretty well after that."

Ted grinned, "We're building this company up Vic, and we didn't even have to do the hard part, we get to jump into the fun and make this happen!"

"Ted," Vic bit her lip, "I was just speculating. I have no idea if I'm right."

Ted shook his head. "But it doesn't matter if you're right or not. Don't you see Vic? Even if this isn't Ron's intention, we can make this his intention. We can make this big enough to be its own company."

Vic shook her head. "Ted, I don't know the first thing about running a company or even what a chief operating officer is."

Ted looked at the clock, it was nearly two and he had a phone meeting scheduled with a client. "What are you doing after work? We can plan this out, I can teach you what we're working towards, give you the vision of where we're heading."

Vic looked at her cell phone for a moment and licked her lips.

Ted guessed she was thinking about Sean. "This would just be work, Vic, we'll even stay here at the office."

"Right," she kept looking at her black phone screen. "Right, ok, I'm free tonight."

"Perfect," Ted tried to ignore the way his heart beat faster. "We'll order some dinner and then we can start mapping this out, make ourselves a plan."

She smiled and looked back at him, "Sounds great."

Ted would have sworn that all of their clients were talking in slow motion as he had his phone meetings throughout the rest of the day. But finally, five rolled around and Teddy felt like he'd won the lottery.

This wasn't a date; he reprimanded his stupid heart. This was a business planning meeting with dinner involved. This wasn't a date.

"What are you in the mood for?" Vic scrolled through the options on her computer.

"I'm not picky, my family has always been pretty adventurous when it comes to food."

"Oh, there's an Indian place the next street over, how does that sound?"

Ted grinned, "Sounds good, but I doubt they'll do as well as my Uncle James."

"Uncle Harry's dad?"

Ted nodded. "Hands down he could out cook the majority of the Indian restaurants in London."

"I'll have to try that sometime then. But what do you want from here?"

They placed their orders and when it came time to enter the payment, Ted pushed her chair so it rolled across the room and quickly typed in his card info and paid.

"I have cash, I can pay you my share." Vic shoved her chair at him.

"How are you going to get me to take your cash? You don't even know my last name." Ted sat back down in his chair and grinned.

"I could stick it in your shirt pocket." She grabbed her purse out of her desk and started counting out the correct number of bills.

"I'll throw it back at you. I'm not the sort of bloke to throw money at women, but when it's her own money I'll make a special exception." Ted put his hands behind his head and leant back in his chair and smirked.

"Here," she stood and slipped the small wad of bills into his shirt pocket.

Ted almost shivered at her touch, but just as soon as she pulled her hand away, he grabbed the money and threw it back at her.

"You're not paying me back."

Vic picked up the money from the floor. "Come on, aren't we supposed to be coworkers?"

"I don't use bills," Ted shrugged, "I'd probably just lose them. It's a waste of your money to pay me back."

"Really, Ted, you can't just go buying me dinner."

"Of course, I can, you don't know my last name, I can get away with almost anything right now," Ted smirked at her.

"You know, all I have to do is find you on the company roster and I'd know your last name."

"Do you know my first name?" Ted kicked his feet out in front of him.

"No, I'm just calling you Ted because it felt right."

Teddy ignored the way his heart beat harder at her wording.

"Ted is a shortened version of my name, and there happens to be more than one name that shortens to Ted." He smirked at her. "The company roster has my full proper name, Weasley."

Vic narrowed her eyes at him. "I could always call Aunt Ginny."

Ted shrugged, "You could, I don't think you will, but you could. She is my godmother, after all, she would definitely want to know why you want to know my full name."

Vic bit her lip. "If I knew your full name would you take the money?"

"Nope," Teddy grinned at the groan Vic let out.

"You are absolutely impossible!"

"Infuriating isn't it? You should meet the men who taught me how to do this."

"You mean there are men out there who teach you to be awful?" Vic kicked half-heartedly at his feet still stretched out near her chair.

"Oh yes, they taught me all of the awful things, like paying for dinner and holding doors open and being kind and saying please and thank you and asking for consent and all the other things that turn you into a right scoundrel."

Vic chuckled, "Sound like a group of tossers."

Ted smiled; the Marauders had their moments.

"They're the best men I know."

"I'd like to meet them someday."

Her voice had a softer quality to it and Ted felt his heart caving into the sound of it combined with the little smile that touched her lips.

"So, keep your money," Ted tried to bring the joking back as he cleared his throat. "Because those same men will kick my arse if you don't."

"That I might pay to see." Vic laughed and put her foot out to tap his.

"So cruel," Ted shook his head.

Then their dinner arrived and Ted was grateful for the interruption. He was quickly finding himself falling fast with Vic and he didn't want to stop himself. This woman was everything he'd ever looked for and he just felt in sync with her. It was easy, too easy. So easy that he was already having to stop himself from reaching out to touch her. She wasn't his. She had a boyfriend. He needed to back off. He needed to stop.

But he didn't. He justified it by telling himself that this opportunity to grow their division into its own operation was too good to pass up. And Vic deserved this. She deserved to see how far she could go. To see that Ron trusted her more than she probably understood. And if he could give her that, well, it would be worth holding himself back, mostly.

"Alright, I'm going to have to roll myself out of here." Vic moved what was left of her food to the fridge. "Let's get started and you can teach me all those things I need to know to help run a start-up."

Ted grinned and put the rest of his food in the fridge with hers.

"Good idea, the sooner we start the better, you don't want to be driving home in the dark." Ted teased.

Vic blushed, "Well, I go home to my parents' so I'd prefer it after dark. Then most everyone is asleep."

"Alright then, I'll make sure to go into great depth and detail to make sure you aren't leaving here until well after sunset. Then you can pretend you bought your childhood home and live alone with your cat."

Vic scoffed, "Do I look like a woman who would own a cat?"

Ted nodded, "Oh yes, you have the crazy cat lady vibe going for you."

Vic threw a napkin at him, "I hate you."

"How can you hate me? You've known me for less than 72 hours." Ted threw the napkin back at her.

"You just called me a crazy cat lady!"

"No, I said you had the vibe for it," Ted kicked her foot from under the card table. "I'm sure you'll not end up alone without anyone to fill the companionship void but a cat."

"You don't like cats?" Vic kicked his foot back.

"Cats are alright, but I'm not much of a pet person. I like Uncle Sirius' dog well enough, but pets seem like a lot of work for a lot of feedback that doesn't appeal to me. I don't find joy in sitting with a dog or a cat. And I don't really like watching anything you'd keep in an atrium."

"Do you want kids then? Or are they like pets?"

"Are you kidding me?" Ted laughed. "Having kids is completely different than having pets. Kids are little humans that you get to help grow and here's the best part, kids ultimately can handle their bowel movements without any help from me."

Vic's laughter came bursting out of her and Ted couldn't help but admire the way she looked so happy.

"But, yeah, I'm looking forward to being a dad." He rubbed the back of his neck to keep his hand from reaching across the table for her.

Vic's smile went just a touch sad and Ted frowned.

"Hey, you alright?"

She sighed, "Yeah, just wish more blokes were like you."

Ted's heart flipped in his chest.

"But that's neither here nor there," Vic pulled her notepad to her. "Let's get down to business."

Ted blinked, "Er, right."

Ted moved to retrieve his notebook and felt a small smile tug at his lips. Because Vic said she wished more guys were like him, and Ted hoped the underlying message was she wished Sean were like him. Or maybe that he was in Sean's place.

He was so screwed.

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