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blacksmokebarbarians · 8 months

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The Open Flame

a/n: hey there! after watching the music video, i got an interesting little idea for a blurb, so here it is! i should have some more fics coming out soon, but until then, stay tuned!

pairing: jake kiszka x fem!reader

word count: 1,400 k

warnings: mdni!!!, oral (f!recieving), waxplay, praise, basically pwp

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He was in a funk, that was obvious enough. He had barely spoke the whole evening, his stare toward the television glazed with thought, and he seemed to be completely unaware of your presence.

“Are you okay..?”

Jake’s eyes met with yours as he murmured a soft, “Hmm?”. He then nodded, his gaze returning to the series the two of you had been watching. “Yeah. I’m alright.” He shrugged. You watched as his right thumb traced his left— a habit he had when he was nervous. Something wasn’t quite right.

You leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking one of his hands in yours. He adverted his gaze away, avoiding any contact with your own.

“What is it, Jakey?” You asked, studying his face as you awaited his reply.

“It’s really nothing.. I promise.” He mumbled, laying back against the couch. By now, he knew that you weren’t going to let it go.

“Hun, you can tell me what it is. I won’t be upset with you.” You assured, your voice soft as you traced gentle circles into the back of his hand.

You watched as his chest rose and fell with a deep sigh. Still keeping his sight fixated on the screen across the room, he cleared his throat. “I’ve just.. I’ve been thinking about certain things since the last time we had sex. I just.. I don’t know.” He let out a course exhale.

Your brows furrowed as you looked to him, squeezing his hand gently. “Jake, look at me..” You moved his chin towards you, prompting his eyes to meet yours. “Whatever it is, we can talk through it, okay? I want you to be satisfied with the things we do.”

His head bowed for a moment before he looked back to you. “Could we try something..?”

The two of you had made many changes to your routine over time, but it wasn’t often that he had asked to give something a go. You were unsure of where exactly this would lead, but you had promised yourself to try anything at least once. So, you flashed him a smile and a nod. “Of course we can, hun.” You leaned forward, his lips grazing yours before meeting them completely. He was gentle— his touch soft as could be as his hands beckoned you towards him, sliding your frame towards his own. Though the kiss had began rather light, it progressed quickly to engage with the passion that grew between you two.

His hands held your hips. No— gripped them. His calloused fingers grazing the skin just beneath your shirt as his body pressed against yours. Your hands slipped into his hair, tangling within it as you each exchanged hushed moans.

Your hunger for his touch only grew the more you obtained it. His hands were a force you couldn’t get enough of, and that became clear when you finally felt them trailing your sides. One skimmed down your thigh while the other found its way to your clothed breast, giving it a vigilant squeeze. With quick breaths escaping past your lips, he could tell you yearned for more.

Hurrying to unclothe yourself, you tossed your shirt off, to which he mirrored your actions with his own. His lips clashed with yours, once more, falling into a hasty rhythm as your hips pressed against his.

His hands unclasped your bra, allowing you to slip it off. Before you could even meet his lips again, he looked to you. “Is this okay..?”

He knew just how to make you feel comfortable. And, somehow, granting him consent grew your arousal even further. He leaned down, his lips meeting with your collarbone as his large hand cupped your breast. Resting your hands on his shoulder, you leaned your head back, providing him permission to take you as his.

That’s what you were. You were his. All his. And, yet, even moreso; he was yours.

His lips soon met with your rosy peaks, his hand squeezing your opposing breast as he sucked soft marks into the other. The heat between you only grew as your skin made contact, louder whines leaving your lips as he did all the work.

Soon enough, his hands were begging for your shorts to come off, his lips still hard at work pressing kisses to your chest. Allowing him to slide your shorts off, he slowly pulled away, laying you back against the couch.

Leaning above you with his hand rested on the back of the couch, he finally spoke. “Stay here.. I’ll be right back.”

As you awaited his presence once more, you began to realize that he had to have been planning something. You watched as he came back with one of the candlesticks from your kitchen table. Perplexed, you sat up, watching as he reached for one of the matchboxes that rested on your coffee table beside the couch. “What are you doing..?” You asked, your hand resting on his thigh.

“Shh.. Lay back, baby..” He soothed, his hand pressing your stomach gently, prompting you to lay back down. Clad in just your panties, you felt far more vulnerable than usual as you watched him strike the match.

“If you feel any pain, I need you to tell me, okay? Anything at all, I want to know.” He brought the flame to the wick of the candle, watching as it set ablaze. He blew the stick out, throwing it onto the table before turning his attention back to you.

He gently pushed your legs apart, allowing one to rest over his hip. He watched as the candle began to melt, holding it just above your thigh.

With a sharp gasp, your hand gripped the couch. The heated wax dropped from the wick, dripping down the center of your thigh towards your core. “Oh my god..” You mumbled, feeling as the wax took its shape around your thigh.

Another drip, the sensation just as sensitive as the last. You watched as Jake bit his lip, watching the liquid harden across your leg. He left drops down your stomach, guiding them up to your breasts. The hot glaze met with your supple bosom, moans beginning to erupt from you. Your legs pressed together, begging for any sort of friction against your core.

Watching Jake’s satisfaction as you squirmed only caused your arousal to increase. “Such a good girl.. Such a good little slut..” He cooed.

With one last drip, he blew the candle out, resting it on the table before bringing his hand to the fabric of your panties. His fingers toyed with the lace, pressing against your heat.

“Fuck.. Jake, Please.. Please, Sir..” You begged, your voice becoming hoarse with each moan. “I need you..”

And just like that, he slipped the lace from your legs, his tongue meeting with your clitoris as his digits traced your slit. He plunged a finger deep into your core, your slick enveloping his hand.

The room filled with the messy sounds of your whimpers and the work he did below. Your back arched as he slipped yet another finger into you, the rhythm of his mouth not faltering in the slightest. You squeezed your eyes shut as you leaned back into the throw pillows, his speed growing with every thrust of his hand.

He groaned against your cunt, completely satisfied with pleasing you. He had a hunger for your taste— When he finally got it, it was pure euphoria; Almost better than an orgasm.

You inched closer and closer to your sweet release, your hands gripping his waves as your hips bucked forward. “Please.. Please, don’t stop, please please…” You begged, prompting his determination more and more.

Finally, you felt your climax crash against you, his touch continuing as you rode the pleasure out. “Oh fuck.. fuckfuckfuckfuck..”

As you overcame your culmination, your legs shook. His movements slowed, as did your breath. He glanced up to you with half-lidded eyes, slipping his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He leaned forward, kissing the mound of your pelvis before leaving another just below your bellybutton.

“You did so well, darling.. So fucking well..” He praised, his hands resting on your thighs.

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amagicdoctor · 2 years

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Character Design Corner #0

The Character Design Corner is a new series on the blog where I give you a look behind the scenes on how I design certain characters. Originally, I planned for this month to open with Doctor Strange himself, but before we get into the actual characters I thought it would be more important to quickly go over my art style. This will be used in reference to you readers, so you know where I'm coming from in the future. But don't you worry, next month, in September, we'll be getting into the science behind Doctor Strange!

For now, we'll be doing a very general art style overview. If you're an artist or love reading about how artist's produce their work, this is a series for you. Follow my art style journey below the cut:

!!!This is not an art guide or tutorial!!!

The drawing I want to use for this discussion is a fairly recent one that I've been happy with (see original post)

The first thing I want to get into is the way I draw. I'm a HUGE anime and cartoon fan, so that will typically find it's way into my general art style. If you're an anime fan, you should be able to tell that I try to capture that "big eye" and "detailed hair" look that a lot of anime styles have.

Also, emanata, which are emote symbols used in many different forms of visual media, are something that I use from the many anime and mangas that I read. Comic books and American cartoons use these too, but the ones I try to reference in my own work are visually inspired by anime.

The second thing I want to talk about is one of the most prominent parts of my work: the coloring style.

I really love using bright and hyper-saturated* colors in my work. It makes the drawings POP and it's the kind of coloring style that some of my favorite artists, who I use for reference, use too!

(*a term I coined for my own personal use, basically means those saturated colors on the top right of a RGB scale.)

Going with bright colors at the base of my work was originally inspired by The Simpsons, "The Simpsons are yellow because original creator Matt Groening wanted them to be eye-catching, and yellow is the most eye-catching color. During the late 1980s and early 1990s, Groening knew he needed an eye-catching design to pull in potential viewers as they flipped through the television channels." (read here) In a world where people scroll so fast in the dash, having bright colors is going to pull them in and want to read and interact with the art much more!

But while the science behind using bright colors is great, I just use it mostly for the aesthetic. This does have it's downsides though.

When I'm trying to draw something with a "dark" color in it, Clea, for example, who I draw with dark skin, or Doctor Strange, who has black hair, I try to find alternatives to making that color light enough, yet still staying true to its original tone.

Now the reason this is a huge issue is because I don't like my base colors being darker than the line art. Over the years I've made a conscious choice to have a dark blue line art color instead of black. This was originally taken from advice I've seen other artist provide in their personal tutorials. Some of you artists may have heard the suggestion that you should not use the color black or white directly. Well I still use whatever I want, but I just don't use black colored line art anymore. Blue is my favorite color, so that's my designated line art color. Because of this, my base colors have to adjust as well.

The color black isn't used as my line art color of choice, so black cannot be used in my base colors either, it would be too dark for my line art. Instead, to match my dark blue line art color, I use different shades of blue. For example, in the picture above, you can see this in Doctor Strange's hair and Raven's suit.

I should also note that I'm not an art student, I'm completely self taught, so learning about "color theory" and balancing background colors with characters and the rest of the foreground is still a work in progress. I'm learning as I go, and while I'm not a master, the process is still fun!

Now that you all have a better understanding on my work, I hope you will look forward to next month. As a reminder, Doctor Strange will be the first character we look into next month officially starting off this series for real! And in that post I'll provide more detail than I had here. I can also take suggestions for the next characters to look into as well.

Is there anything here that I missed that you would like me to go over? I'll update this post as we go along in case I did. Feel free to send some follow up asks or comment about anything I should clarify.

#doctor strange #marvel comics #earth 616 #blog art #strange character design corner #concept art

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nntheblog · 2 years

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The Boys Season 3 Episode 6 Review - Herogasm

It's here. Everyone has been curious about how the mainstream series will deal with the controversial superhero orgy since Eric Kripke, The Boys' showrunner, announced that the series would adapt Herogasm from the comic. How do you make such debauchery on the screen without actually producing porn? The Boys are just about on the right side for tasteful. The show's Herogasm version is a scaled-down version of the comics. Vought invites people from all over the world to an island to attend a convention of depravity, while telling the public that the heroes are fighting a common enemy in order to save humanity. The Twins, Soldier Boy’s former Payback teammates, are now the masterminds behind this live-action interpretation. While there are many Herogasm-loving supes at their Vermont home, very few of the main characters take part. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH0AAcY1r10&ab_channel=HeavySpoilers The Boys Season 3 Episode 6 Breakdown & Ending Explained By HeavySpoilers Recap of The Boys Season 3 Episode 6 Every Friday, Season 3 of The Boys has become a great appointment TV show. Season 1 was a preparation for the second half. This episode is full of some of the best moments on the show. The Boys are here to stay, Season 3, Episode 6 titled "Herogasm". We are so fortunate to live in an era in which superheroes, and all other types of geek fiction are in the spotlight. Episode 6 proves that even with a small budget, you can accomplish a lot. Season 3 wasn't the best-known show for high-budget television. It has been very noticeable that there have not been any superheroes demonstrating their powers. This is particularly alarming when the show is about real-life superheroes. Episode 6 addresses this issue with solid visual effects that show what these men can do. It's quite impressive. Amazon should show more, however. Nelson Cragg once more takes the chair as director. This episode is a knockout! He not only knows how tension should be transmitted, but also knows that character interactions are what make this show great. Episodes 5 and 6 are distinguished by the way the dialogues and interactions look and sound like films. You pay close attention to each one. Relationships are pushed to the limit and some characters are pushed to their limits by the episode. It's all good TV and the best thing to watch on Friday. The end of season 4 might be more important than next week's episode on The Boys. However, I suspect that creators of Stranger Things planned this way in advance. The next episode might be more of a bridge episode than the big finale, which will take place in episode 8 two week from now. The episode 6 of The Boys has some controversial content. Perhaps that is not the right word. It would be more appropriate to call it transgressive. People will be talking about the episode's title, "Herogasm", because it is a reference to the party that gave it its name. Although the series pushes the boundaries of good taste, it is not quite as far as it could. It's quite shocking at first but the scene progresses and the focus shifts to the characters rather than the orgy in the background. This creates a unique battlefield. M.M. M.M. Laz Alonso is a great actor, but this episode puts him in the center of many scenes. We couldn't be happier. M.M.'s moral code would have been a barrier to The Boys being able to tell a story without cynicism or transgression. Christian Keyes plays A-Train and gives a great performance. He has been on a journey of redemption through the season. His character has witnessed firsthand how horrible supes can seem in comparison to the rest of the population. He and his family were really hurt in episode 5. This episode makes him do something unexpected, but equally satisfying. Homelander Vs. Soldier Boy is everything we expected. We are excited to see what the creators will do with the second half of the season. It happens, and it happens in spectacular fashion. They are both used to being the best so it is quite funny to watch them finally face off against someone who can push them to the limits. This episode features another thrilling action sequence. It doesn't have superpowers but it is intense. Frenchie, Kimiko and their storyline have reached its climax this season. It's also reached it in a very bloody manner. This storyline is a mystery to us. It's a little haphazard and seems disconnected from all the other stories on the show. It's not surprising that everyone wishes them the best. They are deserving of it. Season 3 Episode 6 of The Boys is full of mayhem and that's what we want it to be every week. While it is possible for the show to keep up the pace of madness every week, it would reduce the shock factor and make the show seem routine. The Boys can keep their rhythm if they do it two times a season. This will make them a TV series that will never allow for the standard superhero story to take center stage. The Boys are more needed than ever with the release of superhero content every week. Who wins Homelander Vs. Soldier Boy, Round One? These three teams meet in Vermont. Annie and M.M. Annie and M.M. arrive at the sex portion, and try to warn everyone about Soldier Boy coming. But no one listens to their words. Hughie, Soldier Boy and Butcher are all outside. Hughie requests three minutes to go into the house to tell Soldier Boy about the Twins to avoid any collateral damage. A-Train is found by Hughie, and they have a brief conversation. Hughie's exgirlfriend Robin is killed by A-Train, and A-Train apologises. Annie meets Hughie, and then they see Soldier Boy arrive. Hughie brings Annie to the party and confesses that he doesn't feel fulfilled in their relationship. Annie doesn't fully understand Hughie's feelings, and tells him that he is just an awful person. Soldier Boy is confronted by the Twins who tell him that everything was Noir's plan. Soldier Boy is triggered by Russian music, and everything explodes. Tons of people are killed. M.M. Soldier Boy confronts Butcher, but Butcher saves his soul by stopping him. Homelander, however, arrives at the party and the two superheroes meet each other. They are both at the same level and find it surprising when they can't defeat each other. Butcher and Hughie are joined in the fight and subdue Homelander. Soldier Boy is about to explode which would negate Homelanders power, but Homelander manages a quick escape. Blue Hawk is also being confronted by A-Train about Blue Hawk's injuries and he kills him by dragging A-Train along the road. After running one more time, A-train's heart stops and he apparently dies. M.M. and Annie try to help as many people possible. She watches as Soldier Boy, Butcher, and Hughie go. Then, she decides to live-stream the event. She declares Homelander a murderer and quits being a superhero. What is the Boys: Herogasm in Comics? We all know that The Boys comic book series is unapologetic. It's downright horrific, crazy, sexual, and ridiculous in the best possible ways. The Boys draws inspiration from its comic-book counterpart, which is as controversial and unapologetic as the live action series. It is true that source material is more insane than live-action television series. This is because comic books don't have many limitations. Comics are the only place to see some of the most bizarre and insane things. Herogasm is one such event we have yet to see on TV. It is one of The Boys' most beloved characters. The Boys are insane and crazy, and it's hard to believe there is anything that could top the madness seen in this series. Herogasm could take this series to new heights. What is Herogasm exactly? Herogasm, a comic-based event held every year for the Vought supes, is described as a festival. The supes participate in a party, or festival that is all about having fun and being entertained. This doesn't matter if the activities are legal or not. Herogasm could be described as an all-out orgy sponsored by Vought for the women. It's a real-life outing for Vought employees who are supes. Herogasm is open to all, and the supes can hire sex workers who get paid up to $100,000 per event. This is because they don't care about safety. They are entitled to $100,000 as compensation for any incidents that may occur during the event. Most often, Herogasm's supes do crazy things that they cannot do in their normal lives. This means they can get drunk, wasteful, high, or laid and do whatever they want during the event. The worst thing about Herogasm? It is covered up by Vought in a global crisis that demands all the supes gather together and work with each other so the citizens don't wonder where all their heroes went. They don't realize that they are on a remote island, partying and getting sex in the largest orgy in all of the earth. They all return home to a hero's welcome, believing they were going away for safety but actually having fun. Herogasm is in a sense the culmination of how spoilt and insane the supes can be in real life. It is also a reminder of how volatile they are to temptations. They are expected to behave throughout the year, so they can have a wild Herogasm where they can be as crazy and outrageous as they like. It is the ultimate display of how wild and free-spirited The Boys can be. Read the full article

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13reasonswhynot · 3 years

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Montgomery De La Cruz Imagine

[ I do not support any actions this character has done in the series. If you are a victim of sexual assault, abuse, harassment, or rape- please refer to this hotline if you truly need help. (1-800-656-4673) You are not alone and it is not your fault. ]

Warnings: Alcoholism, Abuse, Cursing, Smut. This will revolve around season 3 episode 5, where Ani and Clay follow Monty to his house to see what the reasoning was behind his rage.

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It was a ordinary Friday night. Well, as ordinary as it could get. Everything seemed to have been a mess lately especially after Bryce being discovered dead circulated around the school. You didn’t really care much, I mean who would? He was an awful person, but that didn’t mean Monty handled it well.

Your parents were off for a business trip. They were always traveling for work, which didn’t seem to bother you after a substantial amount of time passed. Gilmore Girls was playing on the television of your room while studying for the upcoming finals. It was the one thing you and Montgomery didn’t have in common, he preferred sports and in opposition you preferred reading. I guess you could say he always liked the “innocent” type.

You were busy with your head buried in your book until your cell rang. You groaned and reached for the remote so you could have silence to pick up the phone. You glanced at your phone to see Monty💝 displayed on the screen. “Hey, everything okay?” You said, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Yeah- Are you able to pick me up. Fucking piece of shit is causing me trouble again.” He replied with the sounds of hitting in the background. “Okay okay, I’ll be over in 5. Be safe baby, I love you.” You said worriedly, knowing already what you were getting yourself into.

There wasn’t any question to the fact you were putting yourself into a lot of danger, but love goes a long way doesn’t it? As you promised, it did only take you 5 minutes to arrive at his house. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice the two similar figures hiding behind Clay Jensen’s car. You decided it wasn’t a big deal, and that your boyfriend was more important. “Jesus Christ Monty.” You exclaimed, sprinting to pull him into a hug. You were both more than aware he was at a lot of risk as well, I mean he has to live with the bastard.

Moments like this weren’t something everybody knew about. Which is why you couldn’t help but notice the two familiar figures. “Is it just me or is there someone watching us behind the car?” You queried, shifting so that you were slightly behind him, still holding onto his arm. He squinted his eyes to get a better look, only to realize you were right. There was someone watching you. Clay and Ani.

“What the fuck?” He spat, releasing your grip on his arm. “Get in the car Y/N. And don’t come out.” He said quickly, holding a bloody baton in his hand for self defense. “Is that blood?” Clay asked, slightly frightened. “Yeah. My father’s and mine. Want a taste?” He replied, obviously aggravated. “So, you didn’t kill Bryce?” Clay quickly responded, glancing at Ani in the process. “What the fuck man. He was my best friend. Get the fuck outta here.” He said, clear hurt and aggravation in his voice.

You heard his feet come shuffling towards the car. One thing you guys promised on was Monty always drove, no matter the circumstances, obviously if he was wasted that would be another story. “Sorry. Assholes like Jensen are really starting to fucking piss me off.” He said as he seated himself in the drivers seat.

The drive home was pretty silent. It usually was on nights like this. Monty never released his anger out on you- not physically. So it wasn’t that, but in situations like this no one really wants to talk about it, especially Montgomery Cruz. As you drove nearer to your place, you felt his hand rest on your thigh. You felt his thumb soothingly rub your thigh as the car stopped in your driveway. “Listen. I’m sorry you got dragged into this shitshow. It was never my intention.” He said, running his fingers through his hair. “Stop apologizing. Your life is my life too. Now c’mon. We have the whole house to ourselves. And you’re going to stay with me, my parents won’t be back for another month.”

He hooked his arm around your shoulder as you both walked into your house. It was almost 2 am. Needless to say, you were exhausted and you were almost positive your boyfriend was too. “I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.” You said, yawning in the process. “Yeah, me too.” He agreed, kissing your forehead, causing you to smile. Montgomery was a great guy, beneath the many and many outer shells.

Your bed was thankfully big, leaving a huge amount of room for two people. You removed your shirt and slipped off your shorts. “God, everything about you is beautiful.” He groaned, pulling you in by the waist. “Oh yeah?” You replied, leaning into a kiss. You took steps forward causing him to take steps back. He fell onto the bed, taking you down with him. You felt him smirk into the kiss.

As the kiss began to become more heated, your hips started to grind against him. His hands traveled down to your ass, gently squeezing it to gain a reaction out of you. You gasped into the kiss, giving him access to slide his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, which you gladly submitted to him. As the make-out session progressed, you both grew more hungry for each other. His hand slid down to your panties, slightly adding pressure. “Your underwear is drenched.” He said, grinning against your lips.

Your stomach twisted and turned just at his words. He always had a way to give you butterflies, and he sure as hell knew it too. “Shut up and fuck me.” You whispered into his ear, trying your best to compose yourself. You felt his pants become tighter under you, only turning you on more. “Whatever you say.” He gently shifted you lower onto his legs to allow him to take off his clothes. You patiently watched as he removed his clothing, slowly rubbing yourself in the process. “Get your sexy ass over here.” He said with his signature smirk.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back onto his lap. He reached to the bedside for the knife. You kept it at your bedside god forbid you ever ran into a situation. He carefully cut both strings of the thong, then proceeding to slide it under you to remove it. You sighed, feeling the thin fabric run against your folds. “Remove your bra. I wanna see your tits bounce when you’re bouncing on my dick.” You were quick to obey and unclasp your bra. He loved the way your breasts filled your bra perfectly, they had to his favorite part of your body.

You placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself. You took him into your hand and slowly slid onto his dick. You slowly threw your head back, allowing yourself to adjust to his length. “Take your time babe.” All you could do was nod in agreement, somewhat forgetting that you were both home alone. You soon adjusted, giving him a mhm to let him know you were about to move. His hands traveled to your waist, ready to help guide you on his cock. You steadily started moving up and down on him, earning grunts and moans from the both of you.

No matter how many times the either of you had sex. There were gentle times, and there were rough times. Despite the difference between the paces, every time always managed to be even better than the next.

The only sounds to fill the room were the sounds of the both of you and skin slapping. Considering no one was home, you both didn’t hold back. As you felt yourself getting tired, he started to pick up the work. He gripped onto your hips tightly and started to work you up and down onto him.

The one and only familiar knot started to form in your stomach. “Fuck Mont. I’m about to cum.” You screamed, about to break any minute. “Let go princess. Let go all fucking over me. I got you.” That was the only thing you needed to hear. You felt yourself explode all over him. You cried out as you came undone on top of him. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders as he continued to ride out your high. He loved the way your face scrunched. The way you made him feel. The way he made you felt.

You slid off him, whining at the emptiness. You knew he was close, but you just had to finish him off. You shifted to the side of the bed and bent your head down to be level with his still hard dick. You connected your mouth to his cock and took all of him into your mouth. The way you took him all in turned him on more than he could ever put into words. It didn’t take long to help him reach his high. You felt his cum shoot into your mouth, and you gladly swallowed.

You got up and rested his head onto his chest. By this time, you were both exhausted. At least you were. He never really was the type for affection. He wanted to protect you as you were one of the only people he cared about. But, he still wasn’t the one for affection. Sometimes he caved, but then again this was very rarely. This time, he was way too tired to even put up an argument. His hand reached to your back, rubbing up and down. “No matter what happens you know I’ll always be here for you right?” You said, half asleep. “Oh, I know. You can just never get enough of me.” He joked, soon falling asleep with you in his arms.

Hope this was enjoyable. Again, I do not condone his actions throughout the show. They were disgusting and inexcusable at all costs. He could have had a better storyline- but it seems as if the writers did everyone dirty.

#13 reasons why #13 reasons imagine #13 reasons why imagine #montgomery #montgomery de la cruz #montgomerydelacruzimagine #smut #13 reasons why smut

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Comics 3 | A.G

Paring: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Aidan meets an unusually pretty girl at a library while trying to find a textbook for school.

Thirty years of age, both adults still lived in the heart of New York City with bustling careers. Aidan’s singing and acting career took off after releasing his EP at twenty-five, along with his acting in The Umbrella Academy. Not to mention his phenomenal acting in the Netflix series based on Y/n’s comics.

Y/n’s comic book writing and illustrating only got busier as the years went by. So much so Aidan would have to make sure she was eating correctly as she soon became a workaholic. While he loved her passion for comics, he also loved her well-being and wanted her healthy.

Soon enough, she found her healthy balance between work and reality. But lately, she found herself delving back into old habits. She cooped herself in her office, not ever wanting to leave. Aidan tried convincing her to leave, but every time, she’d say the same thing.

“ If I leave, I’ll lose inspiration, and I have perfect ideas at the moment! “

What was even worse was she was most productive at night. So now, Aidan slept alone instead of with the girl he yearned for. Oftentimes he found himself hugging her pillow with his nose as deep as it could go without suffocating himself.

This was a very unhealthy addiction, and again, Aidan loved her enthusiasm for her work, but this was becoming too much. It was about 4 am when Aidan got restless and left the bedroom.

Hesitantly he knocked on her office door to no response. Sighing, he opened the door. There he found Y/n laid with her head on top of the desktop. She was sound asleep, looking rather uncomfortable.

Carefully he picked her up and brought her to bed. She would probably scold him in the morning for bringing her to bed instead of waking her to continue to work, but he didn’t care. She fell into bed effortlessly and instantly nuzzled into his arms, staying asleep.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead before falling asleep himself. Then in the morning, clattering in the kitchen could be heard. Groaning, Aidan left the bed to see Y/n in the kitchen making coffee while reading something on her phone.

“ Morning. “ Was spoke tiredly from Aidan’s mouth, causing her to look up, “ Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. “ Y/n apologized as she set her phone down.

Aidan took a seat at one of the barstools next to the ledge, “ You didn’t. I was bound to wake up eventually. I have a photoshoot later and some scenes to do. “ He replied as he rubbed his face.

“ Are you okay? “ Y/n queried, “ You’re not overworking yourself, are you? “

Aidan deadpanned, “ You’re not one to talk. “ He snapped, and Y/n looked taken aback, “ I found you asleep at your desk last night with colored pencils in your hand. “

“ I'm sorry. I just, I just really need this done. I have a deadline, and it’s stressing me out beyond belief. “ She again apologized, making Aidan sigh, “ I know, love, I know. But you can’t keep yourself in your office all day. You worry me when you’re like this, not eating, not drinking, not doing anything aside from work. “ Aidan explained.

“ I know you’re very passionate about your work, and I love that about you. You put everything you can into your comics, and that’s what makes them so good, but you need to find your balance again. You’re stressing yourself out over nothing. You’ll complete this comic in time. I know you will. “ He reassured, “ I do not deny it isn’t stressful because I know it is. But you can’t be this hard on yourself. “

Y/n sighed, “ Thank you. I’ll try to find my balance again. It’s just been so much. “ She admitted, and Aidan gave her a tiny smile, “ I know. We’ve been together for almost five years, dated for two, and married for nearly three. I know when something becomes too much. “ The brunette male retorted with a chuckle.

“ Damn, it’s almost been three years. It feels like it was yesterday. “ Y/n reminisced, “ You were such a dork back then. “

Aidan scoffed, “ And you weren’t? If I remember correctly, you wore sneakers instead of heels to our wedding. “

“ I can’t walk in heels! That’s not being a dork; that’s being intelligent. “ Y/n faked offense, and Aidan raised an eyebrow, “ And when we got back to the hotel, what did we do? “

“ Played Mario kart. “ Y/n muttered, “ Mm? I couldn’t hear you. “ Aidan teased.

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes playfully at her husband, “ We played Mario kart. “

“ And that is the dorky side of you, my dear. “ Aidan smirked as he got up from his chair and towards the coffee maker, “ But don’t be mistaken, I love you even more so because you’re like that. “

“ We’re not like normal married couples, are we? “ Y/n questioned as Aidan handed her a coffee, “ Definitely not. “

Life had resumed after that playful banter between both lovers. Aidan had gone on to do his photoshoot and scenes for the day while Y/n worked on her comic book.

Something had always been curious to Aidan though, more specifically, there was a question lingering in his head constantly. Where was Y/n’s family? And why didn’t she ever speak of them?

Aidan was always reasonably proud of his family, but Y/n hadn’t ever mentioned that she had a family. He’d be lying if it didn’t worry him. He didn’t want to imagine her having no family at all. While Aidan’s parents were terrific in-laws, he needed to know she had family as well.

There weren’t even pictures anywhere of them, not a sign. Her phone didn’t hold any photos of mysterious people, nor did any of the frames in the apartment they lived. The questions became more persistent as time went on.

Eventually, after months of pondering, he decided to ask. They were both watching a television show in the living room as she laid in his lap. His hand had absentmindedly began playing with her hair as the other rested upon her chest.

“ Love? “ Aidan spoke, grabbing her attention, “ Yes? “

He thought long and hard before being bluntly curious, “ Where’s your family? “ The question had now blatantly been spilled from his mouth as she froze, “ I, uh, why do you ask? “ Y/n stammered.

“ You’ve never spoken about them. I’ve never even seen proof they existed. It’s been piquing my curiosity forever, and it pains me to think you grew up with no family. “ Aidan confessed as her face softened at his concern, “ I did grow up with family. We should probably just leave it at that. “ She responded, but Aidan wasn't happy with her answer.

“ Please, what happened to them that you won’t even tell me about them? “ He persisted, “ Aidan, it’s not essential, I promise. “ Y/n replied, trying to keep her frustration to a minimum.

Aidan still wasn’t quite cheerful at her sudden annoyance, “ What are their names? Did you have any siblings? Any cousins? Any aunts or uncles? “ The male continued asking questioned until Y/n lost her temper, “ Aidan! Please! I don’t want to speak about them. They made it known long ago they wanted nothing to do with me, okay? “ Y/n snapped as she sat up and faced him.

“ But why? “ He questioned softly as he cupped her cheek, “ Because! They didn’t like the person I became. They thought it was stupid. I wanted to even think about majoring in Art. I was exiled from my own family because Art was my choice of career. “ Y/n began explaining.

She sighed, “ It didn’t help as I progressed through my career either. They caught wind of us dating and weren’t happy. Said you were an idiot, a fool, and- and just a dumbass using me for sex. I- I couldn’t take it anymore! I was sick and tired of being ridiculed my entire life. So I cut them out of my life like I should’ve many, many years ago. “

“ I’m so sorry. “ Aidan whispered, “ I didn’t mean to pry.

“ It’s okay. You didn’t know, but now you do. “ Y/n replied as she hastily wiped her cheeks.

“ Why don’t we play some Mario kart? “

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Seokjin’s chapter ix

kim seokjin x reader warnings; angst, this feels pretty heavy at certain points but gets lighter as you go on, there’s a therapy session included, and just a lot of introspection words; 7,459

author’s note; this kind of ran away with me, wasn’t expecting it to be so long haha but I hope you enjoy!

Read the original chapter ix here

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

After you left Seokjin immediately poured the rest of his whisky down the sink and rinsed his glass. His mind was whirring, head heavy and starting to throb. He swallowed two painkillers down with some water and took a deep breath. He felt like crying. It felt like everything was crumbling around him. All his recent happiness, all his progress, and now possibly it seemed, his relationship with you…

He’d wanted nothing more than to beg you to stay, and he had to an extent, but he knew it wasn’t right. He closed his eyes, not quite believing you’d witnessed all that. You probably thought he was a monster. He hadn’t lost his temper quite like that in a while, not since before the divorce… Embarrassment washed over him, yet he couldn’t stop himself from still being mad at Nana. He knew what you said made sense. He knew he’d been out of line but Nana continuously goaded him. She’d done so throughout their marriage. But he was no saint, he knew how to provoke her too. It’s what they did best.

He moved away from the sink and tried to quash his anger, instead thinking of you and how much he had hurt and upset you. He hadn’t meant for it to get that bad, and he knew deep down that the reason he was so angry was because he’d brought it all on himself. He caused the incident by keeping his relationship with you secret. It hadn’t been on purpose, he wasn’t being vindictive, if anyone would believe him. He just… He had been selfish. He didn’t want to ruin anything because he was finally really happy after god knows how long. It was stupid in hindsight, but what was done was done now.

He reached for Arin’s mug of hot chocolate and fresh waves of guilt and emotion hit him. She didn’t deserve any of this. He needed to be there for her, to push his own troubles away and put on a brave face because none of this was her fault. She needed to know that. Thankfully, the drink hadn’t grown cold yet, and he finished it off with some cream and mini marshmallows. He took one last deep breath and made his way down the hallway. Moping was no good for him. That’s what Chaewon always said.

Arin looked happy to see him, instantly reaching out to him as he took a seat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close, kissing the top of her head. He immediately felt lighter with relief. His daughter had always been his magical cure, and even though a cuddle wouldn’t make everything in his life right again, it certainly helped, and was very much needed. She asked where you were at one point, and unsure what to say, and feeling like shit for lying, he quickly said you needed to be somewhere. Arin probably didn’t buy it, looking dubious as a result of today, bus she didn’t say anything, asking instead if they could watch a movie.

She wasn’t very talkative, and he didn’t blame her. Neither was he. He spent most of Shrek the Third lost in his own thoughts. As his anger slowly drifted away, shame replaced it. He’d been absolutely awful today and even if some of the things he’d said to Nana came from a valid place of concern, most were shouted for no reason other than frustration and hatred on his part. He was ashamed of himself.

After the movie finished, Arin complained she was feeling hungry, so he left her to pick a new movie while he found something to cook up for dinner. He caught sight of the bowl of salad and his heart sunk, remembering the picnic outside. There was no salvaging it now, everything had probably spoiled in the sun, and as he waited for Arin’s dinner to cook, he went outside with a garbage bag, throwing away all the food you’d painstakingly prepared. It felt like he was throwing your relationship in the trash. He didn’t eat with that thought in mind, managing one piece of toast before it turned on him.

At around 6pm his phone started to ring, vibrating in his front pocket and giving him a shock. For a split second he prayed it was you, but he knew he was being foolish. You needed time and if he was being honest with himself, so did he. He needed to concentrate on Arin tonight, as much as he…loved…you, his daughter’s wellbeing was the most important thing. If he could just make sure Arin was okay, then tomorrow he could concentrate on you and him.

Pulling out the device he saw it was Nana. He suddenly felt very, very sick but picked up with a cautious hello. He was almost 100% sure she wanted to speak with Arin, the only way she could seeing as Arin was too young to have a phone of her own, but he was still wary, not wanting a repeat of earlier.

“I want to speak to my daughter.” There was anger to her tone, and he knew her well enough to understand she had her guard up right now. She’d left his place upset and emotional, and that was two of the things she hated people seeing. Especially him. She hated being vulnerable.

Seokjin sighed weakly. “Nana, come on, don’t be like that.” He hesitated, wanting to say sorry for today but the word wouldn’t come. Despite the guilt setting in, he was still pretty angry and frustrated himself.

“I want to speak with Arin,” she repeated. “Will you let me?”

“Of course I will,” he replied. What did she take him for?

He turned to Arin, ready to tell her it was her mom on the phone, but she was already waiting, her ears probably catching Nana’s name a few seconds previous. He smiled gently at her and passed his cell phone over. He tried to concentrate on the television as they spoke, not wanting to eavesdrop. Arin was uncharacteristically quiet as she hummed along to whatever Nana was saying, the occasional okay and I know slipping from her lips as she curled a lock of hair around her finger over and over again, but he understood why. Today had been overwhelming for everyone involved but especially her. She hadn’t seen or heard them argue in a long time, both he and Nana careful to hide them from her as of late. Today had been an awful mistake and the now a stronger wave of guilt was eating him up.

After a few minutes he heard Arin tell her mother she loved her and then she hung up, returning the phone to Seokjin. He stretched over and placed the device on the coffee table, turning back to his daughter apologetically. “I’m sorry about today, Arin.”

She immediately flung herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his sides to hug him tight. He squeezed her right back, running his fingers through her hair gently. “Daddy was really angry, I shouldn’t have shouted.”

“Mommy shouted too,” she reminded him. “She was angry that I called Y/N my stepmom.” Hesitantly she looked up at him, her eyes wide with worry. “I didn’t know it was wrong.”

Seokjin sighed gently, trying to see things from Nana’s point of view. “It’s not a wrong word. It’s just a word that hurt your mother’s feelings.” Arin looked a little confused by that explanation, and suddenly Seokjin felt the urge to be as honest as he could with her. She was still young, yes, but she wasn’t stupid. Far from it actually. She deserved not to be kept in the dark.

“She… she didn’t know that Y/N is my girlfriend.”

“Why?”

“I was wrong and didn’t tell her.”

Arin stayed silent as she mulled his words over. After a few moments she simply said, “I didn’t know that.”

Seokjin ran a hand down her back, choosing his next words carefully. “Will you tell me what happened today? How mommy found out?”

Arin wriggled away from him to get comfier, sitting back against the sofa again. Seokjin copied, lifting his arm up so she could cuddle up to him. “She asked if I had a new bracelet and I told her Y/N had bought it for me last weekend when I stayed with her.”

Looking down at her wrist now, Seokjin saw no bracelet and he guessed Arin had taken it off in a bid not to hurt her mom even more. She was such a sweet child, always thinking of other people’s feelings.

“Mommy asked who she was and I said she was my stepmom – only because Suzie told me that’s what she is. Suzie has one too and it was fun because then we both had stepmoms.”

Seokjin nodded along in understanding. “It’s okay, it was only a misunderstanding. But to use that word it needs to be discussed first, okay?”

It was Arin’s turn to nod and Seokjin continued carefully. He was well aware everything was up in the air now so it hurt hearing the words that came out of his own month. “Right now Y/N is just Y/N. Before we use that word we have to make sure she likes it, alright? And mommy too.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t,” he comforted, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t even too sure she knew what exactly the word meant.

They both stayed silent for a little while before Arin spoke again. “You and mommy haven’t argued for a long time until today…because I said that word…”

“Hey,” Seokjin exclaimed softly wanting her to look his way. “We didn’t argue because of you. None of this is your fault, okay? It’s my fault and I’m really sorry.”

She gave him a small smile and patted his head. “It’s okay, daddy. I still love you.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. He could always count on his daughter to cheer him up. “Thank you, Arin.” He kissed her cheek. “I love you too. Very much.”

The new week started off badly. He had been foolish to think Mondays were something of a fresh start, foolish to think calling you first thing in the morning was a good idea, and as you told him you needed some space and that you’d call him once the week was over he couldn’t help but think the worst. You’d insisted that you weren’t mad at him, and you had no reason to lie to him, but there was no doubt you were upset… overwhelmed. That morning he’d woken up even more ashamed of the way he’d acted the day before, wincing as he remembered the way he’d lost his temper. He’d sworn that he would never let that side of himself appear ever again, but it was easier said than done. Nana had struck a nerve with the way she had spoken to you and it had been impossible to keep his cool.

He felt deeply ashamed when he thought about how confused you must have felt watching he and his ex-wife hurl abuse at each other. Deeply ashamed when he thought about the way you’d found out things he had never told you… You were hurt he’d never let you know what triggered his divorce, and he understood why completely. It wasn’t like it hadn’t crossed his mind to share such a personal detail with you, it had, of course it had, he just couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Your experience with infidelity was the complete opposite of his. You had your heart torn to pieces by your ex-fiancé and he had his ego bruised… His marriage with Nana had already been completely over, he just didn’t have the guts to get out. She was correct, he was a coward through and through.

But most of all he was deeply ashamed of his behaviour entirely. He had never meant to compare the both of you. He had never meant to use you to hurt Nana. It was extremely petty, such a low blow, and he didn’t know where it had come from. Rage had washed over him and he’d spat words that he couldn’t take back. It was the worst thing he’d ever done in his entire life, and despite the grievances he had with Nana, he regretted those words deeply. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her like that. It was shameful, and he felt horrendous for hurting both women with his foolish behaviour.

Was there a happy ending after this? If Nana didn’t already hate him, she did now, and you were probably not too far behind. You’d seen him at his most poisonous, heard him use you to prove a point, found out things he’d kept from you, and learned he’d kept you a secret from his ex-wife. How embarrassed you must have felt… How confused… He’d made so many mistakes along the way, it was a wonder they hadn’t caught up with him sooner…

He wouldn’t be able to bear it if you wound up hating him. Not when he loved you so much. He hadn’t even had a chance to confess yet, coming so close to it Saturday night but backing out because he was scared it was too soon. He’d made the decision there and then to tell you once he took you to Paris, getting swept away with the idea and the romance of it all, but now the regret for not professing his love that night was like a lead weight inside his chest. Would it have changed anything? Would yesterday have had a different outcome?

And while he was regretting things, he regretted not letting Nana know about the relationship. Yesterday could have been avoided completely – maybe.

The more he thought, the worse it got and by Tuesday he could feel himself spiralling. He knew the feeling all too well. Soobin had already worked out something was the matter. (His lack of morning shave a dead giveaway.) And that meant he was doing a terrible job at hiding his mood. He couldn’t have Arin sensing the same. She obviously hadn’t forgotten about the weekend and wouldn’t anytime soon, but he couldn’t make it worse for her. He needed to be there for her, as her father, not too busy distracted with his own misery. It was selfish.

But he couldn’t suppress it all. He knew that was unhealthy. So, Tuesday night, once Arin was tucked up in bed sound asleep, he called the one person his former happiness had been neglecting for months now…

“Seokjin,” Chaewon greeted, her warm voice laced with surprise. “Long time no speak.”

He felt guilt immediately wash over him. “Yeah… I’m sorry about that.” It was stupid really, she wasn’t taking it personally, he could guarantee that, but nevertheless it was an emotion he was all too familiar with these days.

Chaewon chuckled. “Don’t apologise for being happy and not needing me.”

His heart twisted.

She sensed his trouble. “Jin?”

He hesitated, looking down at the bottle of whisky sat at his desk. He was in his home office. “Something happened.”

There was silence as his therapist processed his vague words before she pressed him gently, “Oh?”

He took a breath. “Are you free to talk?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’m sorry for calling you out of hours.” He apologised. “Don’t feel bad about billing me for this. I’ll even pay double.”

“Seokjin, don’t be silly,” she told him softly. “Let’s name this a friendship call. Now, what’s wrong?” She sensed the last bit of reluctance he was holding onto. “Come on, you can tell me anything.”

He sighed. “I don’t know where to start.”

“How about from the beginning?”

They spoke for an hour in the end, Chaewon listening attentively as he explained the weekend’s events. He left nothing out, or least what he could remember. He made no attempt to hide his wrongdoings or soften the story. He didn’t want to. He knew he had done wrong. She was sympathetic, but she didn’t mince her words when it came to her disappoint in him.

After the argument he and Nana had gotten into just before Arin had moved in with him, he had worked hard with Chaewon to find a way to curb the anger he often felt when he and his ex-wife communicated. He thought he had been successful, but now he realised all he’d done was find ways to avoid it. He barely spoke to Nana unless he had to, a hello barely exchanged when she called in the evenings to speak to their daughter. A text shared to confirm when Arin would get picked up for the weekend, or one shared to cancel visits… He saw her even less. Jia, Nana’s PA and closest friend was the one who collected their daughter, and he knew it was because his ex-wife wanted to avoid him just as much.

In the long term they had just been making things worse. That’s why last Sunday had been so bad. A build-up of every single frustration felt since the last time they’d seen one another, because no doubt Nana had her own list. It was a recipe for disaster.

It felt good to confide in someone though, someone who knew him very well on a professional and personal level. Chaewon was amazing at putting him in his place so kindly. It was a gift really, and he appreciated it immensely. The older woman saw his negative traits but never judged him. She understood them and tried her best to help him with them. He guessed that was her job, but she did it so well it was hard not to see her as some sort of friend.

That’s why when she asked to see him in person tomorrow he didn’t hesitate to free up his schedule. Truth was, he wanted it too. His mind was still clouded and he needed her insight. Her advice. He wanted a good night sleep too but he didn’t think that would be possible any time soon, no matter how much Chaewon tried to help him. Not when his sheets continued to smell like you…

“It’s about time you both let go of the past.”

Seokjin let Chaewon’s words sink in as he sat opposite her, nervously chewing on a nail. It wasn’t a habit of his, but it was somewhat of a distraction right now. A comfort. They should have let go of the past a long time ago. Maybe then they would have divorced sooner. Maybe then there would be less resentment….

“Arin is the one thing you have in common and you need to work together in order to be the best possible parents you can.”

That cut his heart deep, a twinge similar to what he’d felt all week. Ever since you left. “I know,” he replied quietly. “It’s just…”

He couldn’t continue. Despite how he’d insinuated Nana was a bad mother, he didn’t think that deep down. They both loved their daughter equally, but that love was separate. It had been separate practically since she was born. Arin was missing their combined love, although she knew no different…

“You need to let go of all that bitterness and resentment.” Chaewon continued. Words she had said fairly regularly for the last two years or so. “For your sake, for Arin’s…” But now there was a new addition. “…and Y/N’s.”

Seokjin snorted. “Who said I haven’t scared her away already?”

Chaewon stare turned a little stern. “It was a shock to the system, anyone would need some time to process what happened.” When he stayed silent, she continued. “You have to make her see you’re trying your best to change things. You need to take responsibility for your actions.”

“I will.”

He wanted nothing more than to apologise profusely and answer any questions you had, but you’d requested time first and he was listening. He was just scared that time would work against him. He continued on, ignoring his deepest, darkest worry.

“It’s not fair on her. She should never have witnessed all that, and it just drums in how unfair this has been to Arin her whole life.” Arin had been the witness to many an argument when he and Nana were still married. “I hurt the people closet to me because of my careless actions,” he concluded with a sad smile. Time after time.

“And it’s not too late to change that,” Chaewon reminded. “Put a stop to all this nonsense.”

Seokjin’s smile grew for a millisecond, feeling like a child getting told off.

“Your marriage with Nana didn’t work out, that’s life. But you have a beautiful little girl together. That’s the most important thing, and it goes hand in hand with your own happiness.” She paused and then continued. “It’s very obvious that Y/N brings a great deal of that to the table.”

Yes, you did make him deliriously happy. He felt young again when he was with you. He felt invincible. Loved. He felt loved.

“Concentrate on both of them – Arin and Y/N – and make some changes. Talk to Nana – civilly. Make this work and you can all be happy. I promise you that.”

He had never heard Chaewon like this before, she was practically pleading with him. He let out a little laugh. “You make it sound so simple.”

She simply smiled at him. “If you’re determined enough, it is.”

“Mom wants to talk to you.”

Seokjin looked at his phone outstretched in Arin’s hand with slight confusion. For the past four nights, ever since Sunday, Nana had spoken with Arin just before she had to get ready for bed. It was routine now, another avoidance, he exchanged a hello with her and then passed the phone on. Her tone less defensive as the days went on. Tonight had been the same despite his session with Chaewon this lunchtime. But to his surprise, maybe Nana was making the first move.

He took the phone from Arin with a smile, not wanting to make her nervous. Usually he left her alone to speak to her mother, not wanting to pry or insert himself but tonight he was sat next to her on the sofa, replying to emails on his laptop. He hadn’t been listening at all, too engrossed with finalising details for an upcoming project, so of course it had come as a shock to find Arin passing the phone to him.

“Hello?”

“I was just wondering if I could have Arin this weekend.” Nana totally bypassed a greeting of any kind, but she wasn’t demanding in her tone, nor defensive, it was just the way she was. She’d always been straight to the point, no time for pleasantries, and many years ago, when they’d first met, he’d found it highly amusing.

“Um, of course,” he replied, taken back a little. He would be more than happy for her to have Arin. It wasn’t her weekend, but that had never bothered him before. He wanted Arin to see her as much as possible. It was only fair seeing as their daughter now lived with him.

There was a brief silence before Nana spoke again. Had she been expecting him to say no? Surely not. But then again, after last weekend maybe her worries were valid. She found her bearings. “What time does she finish school? I’m taking Friday out, I’ll drive down and collect her.”

Seokjin couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. Nana had not once collected Arin herself. “She finishes at 3.”

Nana hesitated, “Do you think they’d let her finish early?”

“I don’t know… It’s usually only emergencies –”

“Never mind,” she stopped him. “There was just a bunch of things I’d planned, thought we could get a head start, it’s fine.”

He glanced over at Arin who was watching him hopefully. It was obvious what their phone call had entailed. They’d been making plans for the weekend and Arin was visibly excited. He smiled at her.

“I could always phone the school tomorrow,” he suggested to Nana. “See if it’s possible. Maybe she could skip the whole day?”

Nana sounded ecstatic. Something he hadn’t heard in years. “Really? Do you think there’s a chance they’d say yes?”

He shrugged to himself. “It’s just one day, I don’t see why not.”

Nana was busy thinking. “Maybe I could take tomorrow afternoon away from the office too… Pick her up at 3.”

It was his turn to hesitate now, opening his mouth ready to suggest something. He knew he owed his ex-wife an apology, but over the phone just wouldn’t do. He needed to see her. He went for it. “Or I could do it for you? I can drive her to you.”

“You would do that?” She sounded shocked.

“If she’s allowed to miss a day then yes.”

“Oh.” It wasn’t often Nana was left speechless. “Okay,” she agreed after a moment. “That would be great actually.”

His attention went back to Arin then, who was practically vibrating with excitement next to him. His replies hadn’t given away much, but it was enough to tell her she’d be seeing her mother this weekend – and possibly skipping a day of school. He grinned at her and she clung to his arm.

“Can I say bye to mom?”

“In a minute, Arin,” he chuckled, amused by her eagerness. “We’re not done yet.” His next sentence was directed at Nana. “I’ll text you tomorrow morning and let you know what the principal said.”

For the first time in god knows how long there was no malice or sarcasm attached to her gratitude. “Thank you, Seokjin.”

He took it as a positive sign. Things were changing. They would change.

The next day he dropped Arin off at school himself. The plan had been to head to reception and ask if he could talk with Principal Jung in person, but after saying his goodbyes and watching Arin meet up with some friends in the playground he began to get second thoughts. What if he accidentally bumped into you? He was on pins even in the parking lot. He wanted to give you all the space necessary and the last thing you probably wanted to see was him walking towards you in the corridor. At work.

No, instead he drove to his office, phoning the principal as soon as he’d finished up his morning meeting. Hoseok – as he’d been told to call him – was completely understanding. Seokjin didn’t even have to whip out the sob story about Arin missing her mom dearly. Dirty tactics were always the last resort, and he could talk a good game, but thankfully his skill wasn’t needed today. Arin was all set to go this evening.

The drive wasn’t a long one thankfully, just under an hour as Nana lived in the neighbouring city. This wasn’t the first time he’d been to Nana’s penthouse, the place she’d bought after they’d sold their family home, but the last time had been pretty explosive. Not nearly as bad as last weekend, but close. Arin had thankfully been waiting in the car for him that time, as he and her mother argued over where she should live permanently.

Seokjin stood beside Arin in the elevator, feeling nervous for the conversation he wanted to have. He was never above apologising when he was in the wrong, but with his ex-wife saying sorry had never come easily. It was childish and he knew he needed to change, so today was the perfect test. If he wanted a clean slate he had to be as honest as possible.

“Mommyyy,” Arin squealed as she opened the door to greet them, barrelling into her practically.

Seokjin stood back as they hugged, a soft smile on his face.

“Arin, I missed you,” Nana informed her, breaking away to take her bag. As she did so, she glanced at Seokjin, then back at their daughter. “Listen, darling, go to your room for a little while so I can speak to daddy.”

Seokjin felt a little relieved. At least they were on the same page – potentially.

Arin though, was unsure, looking between her parents as she spoke. “I don’t want to. What if you argue again?”

He felt his heart break at her words. “We won’t, sweetie,” he reassured, bending down to look her in the eyes. “I promise.”

She still looked dubious, but then Nana took over, her voice light and breezy. “We won’t be long, okay? Think about what pizza you want to order for dinner.”

Arin’s eyes lit up at that request and Seokjin couldn’t help but chuckle. That pizza obsession of hers was getting dangerous. “Okay,” she agreed easily, waving to him before she skipped off to the furthest part of the apartment.

Seokjin watched her leave before rising up again, tugging down the ends of his jacket. Nana was looking at him, an unreadable expression on her face, but he knew it wasn’t anger she was feeling, so that was a plus. He thought back to Sunday, how mad they had both been, how upset Nana had looked as she’d rushed off. The guilt came back.

He exhaled. He might as well just bite the bullet. “I’m sorry for calling you a terrible mother. I didn’t mean it.”

Nana stayed silent but her arms wrapped around herself. It was such a vulnerable action, it took him by surprise.

He continued. “I was just frustrated. I let things build up and exploded.”

She stared him straight in the eyes, shoulders sagging a little but her voice was strong. “You know I love our daughter half to death.”

“I do,” he agreed. “I don’t doubt that.”

She look relieved. It made him feel oddly sad. He had never wanted to make her doubt herself as a mother. He was a piece of shit.

Still, she needed to understand some things. His point of view and where he was coming from. His frustrations weren’t all for nothing. They were valid. “But you have to understand I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces when you end up cancelling on her. It takes its toll.”

Nana’s gaze flickered to the floor as she whispered. “I’m trying to be better.” Then she looked up again, her voice stronger. “I’m trying to free my weekends up. I’m trying not to do as much. I thought maybe I could even have her for an evening every weekday? I could pick her up from school, take her out for dinner. I know it’s a distance but maybe I could get every Wednesday afternoon away from work... Hopefully.”

Seokjin was impressed. Nana lived and breathed work so to hear she was thinking about possibly taking an afternoon away every week was… It made him very happy. “She’d love that,” he grinned genuinely. “She misses you a lot.”

Nana couldn’t help but smile too. “I miss her always.” With a slight chuckle she continued, “This apartment is so quiet without her.”

Seokjin looked down at his feet and grimaced slightly. He knew that feeling all too well. Living without Arin had been close to torture after the divorce. Everything felt so silent, the house gigantic and lonely. He hated the thought of Nana feeling the same way. “You can see her any time, Nana,” he murmured. “I’ll never try to stop you.”

Despite everything, their grievances toward one another, they had and would always co-parent well. Arin was their number one priority and she needed both parents in her life.

“I know that,” Nana nodded, “and I’d never try to take her from you.”

It didn’t bear to think about, but he had to admit, sometimes it was easy for irrational thoughts to creep in when someone was left feeling insecure.

“She loves living with you. She’s really settled at her new school, she never stops talking about her friends.” Nana continued, making small talk of sorts. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d done this. “She’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.”

Seokjin nodded in agreement. She loved her new school, her new friends – her new life, you could say. That was easy to see.

Nana cleared her throat, dropping her arms to her sides. “I apologise too. I was out of line turning up at your door like that. I was just so mad... so hurt.” She took a few seconds. “I wish you’d just told me.”

“I should have.” She was absolutely right. “I see that now and I regret it. It was wrong of me to keep my new relationship from you. I wasn’t doing it to be vindictive. I just...” he stopped himself. Even though they weren’t excuses, they felt like they were. His reasons didn’t matter.

“You should have been the first to know because of Arin. If I was in your shoes, if it was the other way around, I would have been angry too.” He stopped and sighed at his stupidity. “I never meant to hurt you, neither did Y/N. She actually had no clue you didn’t know until that day.”

Nana’s eyes widened with shock, before she looked regretful. “Yeah, that one makes me feel even guiltier. I shouldn’t have spoken to her the way I did. It was a shock to hear Arin speaking about a stranger like that. A stranger I had no clue existed.”

Seokjin appreciated her apology, but he needed to make sure she understood something. “Yeah, about that, Arin really has never called Y/N her stepmom. We’ve only been together for a few months. I spoke to her about it and Arin understands that’s not the case. It was just kids being kids.”

Nana nodded. “I shouldn’t have flown off the handle, and I should have listened to your explanation the first time around.”

He held her gaze. “I’m not trying to replace you, Nana.”

If that’s what she was worried about, it wasn’t the case. He had never meant to compare the two women and he regretted it deeply.

Nana’s lips quirked up at the side, her voice relaxed and at ease. “But eventually Arin will call her that.”

His eyebrows shot up, understanding what she was getting at. “I don’t know,” he shook his head. His relationship with you was up in the air right now. He’d made one too many mistakes.

Nana brushed him off with sway of her hand. “I guess I’ll learn to deal with it when the time comes.”

He admitted defeat. “And I’ll have to do the same.”

It was inevitable really. One day Arin would probably have two blended families and while he really wanted his to be with you, he didn’t want to get his hopes up right now.

Nana snorted. “Fat chance of that happening. I don’t have time to fall in love again.”

He stayed silent, unsure what to say. He’d thought the same once upon a time. Until you walked straight into his life. (Or, more fittingly, until he’d reversed straight into yours.) Everyone deserved love in their life and he hoped that one day his ex-wife would find it again.

She was looking over at him sadly now, eyes softening, and it was almost jarring to see her show this much emotion in front of him. “I did love you, you know,” she murmured before laughing quietly at herself. “I felt like I never told you enough, but in the beginning it was good, right?”

“It was.” Seokjin hated getting nostalgic, in fact, he actively avoided it, but in this moment he let himself go. Ten years ago, he and Nana had fallen hard for one another. It was fast and exhilarating but – “We just…”

“Rushed into things that weren’t meant to be?” She finished for him.

He’d been so eager to marry before he was thirty, to follow in his parents’ footsteps. He wanted, no, needed, to become CEO. He needed to build something he could be proud of, and having a family fit into that logic. He’d had tunnel vision, but it wasn’t all bad.

“I can’t regret it though,” he told Nana softly, “because we made Arin.”

“At least we agree on one thing,” she chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

It was strange speaking like this with one another. He couldn’t even think of the last time something similar had happened. They were always too busy at one another’s throats, not listening to what the other had to say. Now all that fight had gone. They were both exhausted from years of bitterness. Years of fighting.

He didn’t want to fight anymore.

Nana seemed to think the same.

“I’m ashamed she had to hear us fight like that,” she said. “I apologised on the phone but…”

“She’s okay.” He reassured. “I think she still thinks it’s her fault a little though. I’ve tried telling her it wasn’t repeatedly.”

“I’ll talk to her over dinner.”

“Good idea.”

There was a pregnant pause before Nana chuckled. “This is the first time we’ve spoken so civilly in a long time.” She hesitated, wanting to say something else. He waited patiently, curious. “Maybe we should think about talking it out with a professional?”

He raised his eyebrows. It wasn’t a bad idea actually, but then… thing seemed to be working out well on their own right now. “Maybe we should see how things go first? Now that we know how one another feels.” They weren’t out of the dark yet, but it was looking hopeful. “But if you think it will help then I won’t refuse,” he added, wanting to show how seriously he was taking this.

She smiled slightly. “Okay, we’ll see how things go.”

It seemed like the conversation had run its course then, and Seokjin shuffled, about to suggest he head out now, but Nana spoke again. “Are you okay?” She asked. “No offence, but you look like shit.”

He laughed, actually laughed, at her words. He could always count on her to be honest with him. “I haven’t been sleeping very well,” he admitted, “but talking with you definitely helped.”

She eyed him doubtfully. “I hope I haven’t ruined things with you and Y/N. I can talk with her if you want?”

“No, it’s fine,” he shook his hand.

She looked down, feeling foolish. “I guess I did enough damage.”

He chuckled. “No, pretty sure I did that all on my own.”

Looking up, her mouth opened, as if she was about to ask him what he meant but stopped herself at the last second. She wasn’t there yet, and neither was he.

He took a step back. “I should go.”

Nana went to follow him to the door. “I’ll have her back by Sunday. Do you want to say goodbye?” She saw his nod and called for their daughter, her voice echoing off the walls. “Arin? Arin, darling, come here and say bye to your dad.”

A few seconds later he heard Arin’s footsteps getting closer, she hovered by the entryway, looking worried for a second, as if she was expecting the worst but then she saw her parents smiling faces and relaxed instantly.

“I’ll see you Sunday, okay?” Seokjin told her as she made her way towards him. He reached to pick her up, something she scolded him over sometimes because it was “embarrassing” now. She was getting older, he kept forgetting, because to him she would always be his little girl. This time however, she let him do so, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed his cheek.

“Okay, bye daddy. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he grinned, kissing her back before he put her down.

Nana watched on with a grin of her own.

Being home alone was odd. Seokjin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on his own. In the week Misook was here to help out with Arin and the housework, then every other weekend she often dropped in when he needed her. When the house wasn’t occupied by his daughter or Misook, you were here with him, so it had been quite a while since it was just him. It reminded him of the past, when he’d lived here all alone. He never wanted to go back to that.

He was happy to see Friday roll around. It felt like he’d been waiting all his life. Just one more day and he’d get to speak to you. The lack of communication was killing him. Ever since you’d began dating you’d spoken every day. It felt strange to be without that, like he was missing a part of himself. He’d been able to distract himself with work throughout the week, but no amount of distractions could really stop him from thinking about you. Stop him from missing you. Because he did. Terribly.

The photo on his desk didn’t help matters either – the two of you smiling together on the fishing trip he’d organised over the summer – but like hell was he hiding it away in a drawer.

It was probably best that Arin was with Nana this weekend. It gave you both some time to talk and sort things out – hopefully. He was praying so hard that everything would be okay, but he was getting ready to fight for you. Just in case. Of course he would listen to what you had to say, and respect it too, but if it happened to be bad news he would try his best to make you see how sorry he was and how hard he was trying to change. He couldn’t lose you. Not when he loved you so much.

You made him want to be a better man.

He got home pretty late from the office, staying just to avoid an empty house and after having a quick shower and ordering takeout, he decided on an early night. This week had been mentally and emotionally draining so it was probably for the best. Plus the sooner he slept the sooner tomorrow would come.

He’d just stepped out of the bathroom when he heard his phone ring in his sweatpants pocket. He pulled the device out automatically, expecting it to be Namjoon, because who else would be calling at this time? But to his surprise and utter amazement, he saw your name flashing across his screen.

His heart began to pound embarrassingly loud and he rushed to answer, sounding a little breathless as he murmured your name.

“Hey, you,” your replied, and he swore he could hear the smile in your voice. His shoulders instantly released the tension he hadn’t realised they’d been holding.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call tonight.” He heard himself say, cursing himself because it sounded so dumb. He was over the moon you’d decided to call. Of course he was.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Of course not,” he rushed. “Well,” he laughed, “I was just about to head to bed.”

You laughed along softly, the sound making his heart sing. “I was going to wait until tomorrow but Soojung is with Taehyung tonight and being alone means I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He couldn’t stop the sigh of relief that slipped past his lips. It was so good to hear you say that. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week. Are you ready to talk? I’m willing to answer any questions you have.” He meant every word.

“I’m ready,” you replied. “Should I come over? I don’t want to do this over the phone.”

“I can come to you?” He suggested instead, not wanting you to go out of your way for him. “Arin’s with Nana until Sunday.”

“Oh. Okay. Now?”

“It’s not too late?”

“No, it’s fine.” You sounded a little eager and that just made even more relieved. He’d been expecting the worst all along. “I really want to see you.”

He smiled, happiness overwhelming him. “I’ll be there soon, okay? Really soon.” As he spoke he made his way into the closet, opening up his drawers to find a clean t-shirt.

“Don’t speed,” you told him jokingly.

“Of course I won’t,” he laughed. “I’m going to hang up now but I won’t be long.”

“Okay, see you soon, Seokjin.”

He couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he said his final goodbye, his heart racing with excitement as he tore off his old shirt to put the new one on. It was a little creased, but it would do. He didn’t have time to find anything else.

He needed to see you.

He needed to be with you.

#seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #fic:mls #mls:drabbles #floralseokjin:writings

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stevesharrlngtons · 2 years

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hi i don't know if anyone still cares about true blood but i'm rewatching season 4 and i would like your unfiltered opinion on sookie/eric pls

…. Honey you got a big storm coming

This will be a LONG post and likely need a read more so brace yourself. LETS GET UNFILTERED

First and foremost, I do ship Sooric. In the early books and in the entire television shows run they have OUT OF THIS WORLD chemistry. I loved the will they/won’t they, the angst, the sexual tension, and the yearning we got out of them.

Now, unfortunately, in both the show and book series, Sookie does not deserve Eric or his love and devotion. As much as I tried to fight this fact while watching the show, it is just true. Time and time again, Eric proves to her that he is trust worthy, that he adores her, listens to her, makes an effort to change for her, PROTECTS HER WITH HIS LIFE, and she is just too stubborn to let herself love him. Why? Bc he was an asshole to her??? Bc her abuser doesn’t like him??? It’s a hard pill to swallow while watching the show, bc it is so clear that Eric is the better man between him and Bill, but Sookie just can’t accept that. She can’t see past his past (even though Bill’s is just as murky) and writes off all of his change as deception or willfully chooses not to acknowledge it (We do see her stay continually warm toward him for s4-7 though, but still)

Obviously s4 is the best Sooric content we get (aside from the books which I will try not to mention much in this post, for all your Eric/Sooric book needs see @skarsgard-daydreams) which is pretty disappointing bc if you boiled down the season to just their scenes, it would last maybe a half hour? Forty five minutes? Maybe? And this was the big lead up we got after four seasons of Sooric being one of the most talked about and favored relationships in the series and pop culture at the time. It is very disappointing that the only real Sooric “relationship” moments we get in the entire series are when Eric had his memories erased and he wasn’t his true, authentic self. We do get Sookie admitting that she loves Eric in s4 which was great progress, and that she thinks she always had loved him (after how many gestures from Eric at this point tho? 🤔) but one constipated look from Bill and suddenly she can’t choose between them.

It is hard to watch the ending of s4 bc it is clear thay Sookie loves Eric, but she will never let herself be in love with him. Something that Eric struggles with for the remainder of the seasons (even though he respects her choice unlike someone else we know)

Those are my quick sooric/s4 thoughts

BUT

Bc I am currently binging Jenny Nicholson videos, let’s break down the rest of my thoughts about Sooric shall we? Let’s have three bullet points: Why I think Sookie rejected Eric in s4; What I would have done if I had written the show; and Why the writers broke them up/never gave them a chance.

Why did Sookie reject Eric in season 4?

The show tells us in s1 that because of her powers, Sookie has never had a boyfriend and is a virgin. She lives in a very small town and while she is desired, she hasn’t really found anyone to desire in return.

So, when Bill shows up and he is a vampire, (a concept she is fascinated with) good looking and charming, she falls for him without a safety net. I think even if Bill hadn’t given her his blood and therefore manipulated and sullied their entire relationship, she still would have been obsessed with him and would have wanted to pursue something with him. Just because he was something entirely different for her.

Sookie is sheltered, lacks any relationship/sexual experience, is a romantic, as well as largely isolated. Bill is the man of her dreams in many ways because he is new, he is exciting and worldly, but he is a man from the past who still believes in chivalry and courting and who her Gran likes and blah blah blah you know what I mean. Bc of the circumstances of which she meets Bill and how their relationship plays out (the ups and downs, love bombing, the grand gestures of love, him being her first everything, most importantly her first love, etc) she can’t let go of him, not only because of his blood in her system, but because of the weight and importance she put on their relationship in the first place. Her life was leading up to the point of meeting someone she could connect with like Bill, so her mind fixated on him hard.

After their break up, Sookie doesn’t think she can trust any other man (or vampire) ever again bc the one she had put so high on a pedestal had mortally wronged her. This is a fatal flaw for Sookie, she will not accept change or new information. Everyone is as they were when she met them. Such as Bill = good Eric = bad (even when both of their actions speak otherwise).

Sookie’s stubbornness shoots her in the foot time and time again, not just in her relationship with Eric, but with lots of the other characters. But to focus solely on Eric, her preconceived notion that Eric is the foil to Bill’s heroic lead never changes even when she knows that Bill is not the great man she thought he was, and when Eric proves that he is not the monster she thought him to be.

In the end of s4, after Eric has his memories back and Bill is saved (or whatever who actually cares about Bill?) She tells Eric that Bill is the reason why they can’t be together. She loves Eric. They have just gone on a passionate and specular love affair that she very much enjoyed. Then why can’t she just choose Eric and get over Bill? To me, it feels like even her subconscious is too stubborn and refuses to let go of the weight Bill once held in her life — tied with her inability to see Bill as anything other than the “good” one. She does say that her love for him is something “chemical” (and unhealthy but that’s just me) bc he gave her her first taste of vampire blood, which does make sense. But it’s still stupid and I hate it ok??? Just another example of Bill ruining her life

In the end of the season, when they are both in bathrobes and finished feeding off Sookie to recover, Bill tells Sookie to be with Eric, but she still rejects Eric (but Bill too so, hey! Silver lining) Which was heartbreaking to watch, especially because of Alex’s performance.

I do think that in her own way, it was the right thing to do. She recognized that a part of her still loved Bill and couldn’t love Eric with her entire heart. Along with her explained hang ups on Bill’s importance in her life and her stubborn mostly irrational fear of her original interpretations of Eric being right and getting hurt again. I do think she truly loved him, but just never enough (but at least had the heart to not leadhim on like book!Sookie but I digress)

Eric always deserved better than someone who was so wishy washy about their feelings for him. Which I know is a weird thing to say when I do ship Sooric but things don’t always have to make sense lol

What I would have done if I had written the show

Sookie not being with either of the people in the show’s love triangle (yknow, pretty much the whole premise? The whole selling point??) is boring. If you don’t like that sentiment, I know you will at least agree that not having Sookie even interact with the two other people in the show’s proposed love triangle — who are both still very much around and alive — is boring AND stupid. So if I were a writer on the show, what would I have done? Well, I would have had Sookie choose Eric in the end of s4 (duh) but keep most everything else exactly the same. I don’t want to say I would give the show an entire overhaul bc there is a lot I like about the later seasons (and a lot I don’t but ok) so I would just want to focus on the once main focus of the show, romance; and the main focus of this ask, Sooric.

In the end of s4 Sookie chooses Eric. She is able to let go of her past with Bill and wants to learn to grow with Eric. And while she knows a part of her will always love Bill and care for him, she knows that what she has with Eric is real and wants to be with him. They embrace, it is very emotional, tears on both ends and they declare their love once again.

I don’t remember when Eric and Bill are kidnapped, if it was the end of s4 or the beginning of s5, (keep in mind I haven’t watched this show all the way through in almost a year) but that still happens. Bill and Eric are kidnapped by the authority and blah blah blah again. BUT! In my rewrite, now Sookie is distraught and heartbroken and PISSED and will do anything to find Eric. The rest of the season is spent not only trying to deal with vampire Tara, but trying to get Pam on her side to go find Eric. Lots of crying and love lorn yearning ensues. Maybe a few flashbacks from missing scenes from other seasons.

All the while, Eric is basically going through the same thing. Scratch the vague Nora incest plot line and just give us lots of Eric bragging about his bad ass fairy girlfriend so much that Bill and Nora are gagging. Lots of anger and love lorn yearning ensues.

In the end when Sookie, Pam, Tara and Jason find the authority, we just get a much more emotional and make out filled Sooric reunion. The elevator scene after they escape Bilith? Lots of Alex’s big ass hands cupping Anna’s face as they have a tender and exhausted moment.

Maybe in s6 they go on a good vacation over the break and in s7 we get lots of good angst with hep-V Eric and then more emotional reunions between the two. Hell, I will thrown in Pam learning to begrudgingly love Sookie over the seasons like she did in the books, bc I’m writing this now and I want that too!

In the series finale, I don’t think we need any confirmation about whether or not Sookie would be turned into a vampire. She made it clear with Bill she wasn’t keen on it, maybe she has changed her mind, maybe she hasn’t. Maybe we get a good few episode conflict between Sooric about her turning to spice things up. Who knows! But it would be good, ok.

I think we could sprinkle in some marriage and adoption/sperm donor conversations between the two throughout the series (played straight, for angst or for laughs) and in the end still have Sookie with her husband and pregnant belly, just have Eric be the one by her side.

Would it really change the outcome of the series plot wise all that much? NOPE. And yet? So much better, more fulfilling, interesting and actually makes sense in my opinion.

Lastly, why did the writers break up Sooric/never give them a chance?

If you don’t know, the first four seasons of True Blood follow the book series pretty accurately. Obviously there were changes and things kept out/put in, but the over arching plots and story are the same. After s4, I am unclear on why, but they did not continue to follow the book series as they had. Dead as a Doornail (the book that s5 would have been based on) came out in 2001 and the fifth season came out in 2012, so it wasn’t a GOT situation. The book series is convoluted and mostly stupid. Ch*rliene Harris fucks up her own stories and characters so royally that it makes no sense as to why she would sabotage herself so bad and so embarrassingly (but again for the books, go to Marie). In the fifth book, that would have coincided with the fifth season, Eric and Sookie are together. They are together for bulk of the series which is like 13 or 14 books. So, was this the reason the writers veered away from the books? Because they didn’t want Sookie and Eric together for the rest of the TV show’s run? It’s one of the things I can think of (I just did a quick Google search and couldn’t find anything on why they diverted from the books but if you know PLS comment) that they thought a stable couple after the drama of the love triangle would be too boring or safe.

This would make some sense if they had absolutely no knowledge of the books other than someone telling them that Sookie chooses Eric. Because the fucking drama between those two in the books is of epic proportions. They could have had them fight, break up, get back together, be apart with miscommunication, have big romantic gestures, fight scenes with lots of screaming for each other, the list goes on. But no. We get another three seasons of our three protagonists almost never all in the same room, never interacting or even liking each other. We get lots of meandering nonsense of side characters and plots that fizzle out. It made little to no sense to me why they would keep making the lore of TB more confusing and complex when they really didn’t need to. As much as I HATE Harris, she gave them more than enough vampire source material to make a series only about vampire bullshit. There was so much interesting stuff they never touched! No need for werepanthers or Sam’s brother.

I think the writers sorta got on their HBO high horse and thought they could make plot lines that were as strong as the source material (which was sorta just meh to begin with) and failed pretty miserably. They gave us some GREAT Pam and Eric moments (I like television Paric better than book Paric so thx I guess) but not much else. I do think they wanted to shock (?) fans and throw a wrench in things for fans who had read the entire book series. I am all for innovative thinking but like…… when it’s done well.

I know fan service is highly contested in fandom/non fandom spaces, but like….. in a show about vampire romance, you can have three seasons of no main character vampire romance. It’s a let down, and while I would have wanted it to be Sooric, it at least would have made more sense if Bill/Sookie played with getting back together or something in the later seasons (which I need you to know I am happy didn’t happen bc I HATE Bill and Sookie with him, but you get where I’m coming from)

So yeah sorry, I actually have no idea why they didn’t have Sooric end up together, so this wasn’t really an answer 😅

OK!!!!!!!!!!!!

there you go, some very unfiltered and very scattered Sooric thoughts. I hope you liked it! And don’t regret asking me this 😂 I wasn’t expecting it to be this long so uh sorry lol. But anyways!!! If you read this far PLEASE comment your own Sooric thoughts in the comments. I love to hear other people’s thoughts and theories ♥️

Smooch smooch kiss kiss I love you anon and all my TB babies!! 🧛‍♂️

#forgive any errors! both spelling and plot wise lol #answered #Sooric

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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innocence - 04

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, sexual harassment (please don’t read this chapter if it triggers/makes you uncomfortable, your safety comes first)

A/N: i do realise i’m on a roll posting every day but uni starts early and idk why i keep writing like i’m running out of time😂 hope you enjoy this chapter. much love xx

* additionally, there is a light sexual harassment scene in this chapter and if anyone is uncomfortable or triggered by it i would skip it. your mental health and safety come first. *

NEXT CHAPTER

One day I’ll fly away...

She remembered the very first role she got to play as a lead. She was the standby for Glinda in Wicked. She could still feel her hand shaking as the backstage technicians secured her to the bubble. She could still hear the bubble machine engine rumble as the bubble raised up in the ceiling and for a moment she was above everything - above the audience, above the cast, above the stage itself. It felt like flying, soaring through the gasping of the crowd. She remembered feeling like this was her height, this was her flight but as things went, as she got more roles and as she progressed to the screen as she always wanted, the feeling of flying just seemed to soar, turning her into a creature of air.

Flying for Bucky was something he couldn’t remember, he remembered crashing. Remembered falling from the train waiting for the peaceful slumber of death to come but it never did, remembered the cold snow melting through his jacket reaching his skin. It’s cold. Remembered diving in after Steve, lungs filled with water, heavy suit. It’s cold, it’s quiet. Soaring was only something he could dream of while frozen or when they put him on a cell with a small window. Crashing was more like something he could remember, drowning, pushed to the bottom by his arm, wishing death came to greet him

More powerful than crashing was sound. The theatre was always filled with whistling from men getting a peak at ladies’ legs, women giggling and security trying to keep out children and teens away. You could hear the laughter reverberating from any material, it was electrifying. Her voice however seemed to melt over distorted past sounds, a melancholy while held hands with the old telling it never of its former glory but of what it can be. Bucky knew now why her agency kept her so locked up, all people with a voice eventually fly away.

- Don’t just stare at me. - she bite her lip, looking the other way. Did she sound that bad? She thought she sounded just fine in the shower that morning, maybe her bathroom had better acoustics. - Should we go back home? Before it gets dark?

- Sure. - he got up from his seat, extending his hand towards her so she could jump off the set. She put her hand in his, another hand coming to rest upon his shoulder as her elevated her up into the air before bringing her down onto the worn out floor.

The walk back to the subway was quiet. People were starting to crowd Coney Island for night time dates. Bucky remembered bringing girls to dates in Coney Island, even remembered bringing Steve along, he just didn’t remember the girls’ names anymore. There were some flashes of what they were wearing but surely those memories were replaced with that of Y/N staring at the ferris wheel as they walked back to the subway.

Once there, her child like wonder of the city that never slept and the city which she now lived in didn’t seem to leave her eyes, sparkling brighter than the billboards in Times Square. The walk back to the apartment was once again quiet, with their footsteps being the only thing echoing in the halls. Soon enough they reached her door, still looking as intact as they left it.

- Thank you so much for showing me Coney Island. - she handed him the teddy he had won. - Thank you gift.

- I won it for you, Y/N. Besides, I think I’m a bit past stuffed animals.

- Well, I’ve had my fair share of stuffed animals to last a life time and I insist you keep this one. - she stuffed the teddy between his arms, finding it incredibly adorable how the little toy looked smaller in the middle of his arms than in hers. - Little Coney Island memento.

- I should get going. - he changed the subject, gesturing with his hands as he looked at the time on his watch. - It’s been a great day, Y/N.

- The pleasure’s been all mine, Bucky. - she smiled as she held the edge of the door. She stood by the slightly opened door watching as he turned the corner which led to the lift. Once he was out of sight, Y/N walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her but still holding the knob with a silly smile on her face.

Bucky reached the headquarters around 11 PM. Despite going the long way home, expecting Steve to be asleep when he returned. Steve had a very mundane routine when it came to sleeping, he could still sleep but he would wait until everyone was asleep for him to go to his bedroom. Bucky didn’t want to have to dance the first day in the job waltz. He knew he cared, he knew Steve wanted him to be alright. There was only one small thing; Steve wanted Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, his Bucky, and he just wasn’t that man anymore. He didn’t like being asked who he was, he doesn’t know who he is.

Opening the door to the living room, he found Captain America himself sat on the big lounge chair, skimming through his list of modern day TV shows and movies. His blue eyes moved from the bright lights of the television to him.

- How was the first day? - he questioned, regular optimism present in his voice. Steve had remained the same, maybe it was that which made him believe the spectre of the boy Bucky was could be revived. He seemed to forget dead people can’t be revived.

- It was good, went to Coney Island.

- Coney Island? - Steve muted the TV, contorted face expression settling into his youthful features. - I thought you were going to guard her door.

- She wanted to see Coney Island. Couldn’t let her go alone?

- Didn’t her personal assistant tell you she couldn’t leave? - he had been noisey, he had looked into Bucky’s contract. He told himself it was just in case, just in case Bucky needed his help. - You don’t want to get in any trouble, specially with agencies. They’re the devil.

- I’ll take it into consideration. - his skin tightened as he smiled a tight straight line.

- Do you wanna stay for a while? I’m watching a series Sam recommended.

- I think I’m gonna just go to sleep.

Steve nodded allowing Bucky to return to his bedroom. There wasn’t much in the bedroom, a bed, side table and wardrobe, nothing else. No mirrors and no windows, silence, grey and black bedding, no decoration rather than a postcard his sister had sent him during the war framed in a plastic frame. No glass, Steve wanted nothing around he could harm himself with. It was almost like living in an insane asylum.

He looked at the little teddy bear in his hands before placing it on the side table, a little smile on his face. A Coney Island memento indeed.

The morning came rushing like the rain which fell against Y/N’s bedroom glass window. She turned around in her bedding, pushing her knitted quilt up to her nose, the scent of fresh crisp cotton invading her senses. The mood would’ve remained the same comfortable, early morning type had it not been for her comforter being yanked off her without any warning. Through the fogginess of morning sight, she could make out Ms. Olson in her traditional black suit co-ord. She thought it fitting, considering her morning was now ruined.

- Get up. We have much to do. - she barked like an infuriating dog.

- But I thought I had the weekend off.- Y/N rubbed the sleep of her eyes, sitting up, quilt covering her body.

- You have last mine commitment. Now run along and change into something more ... - he analysed her before gazing her face, tight expression settling in. - Enchanting.

She left Y/N in the bedroom, clenching her bedding as she looked around the place she’d rather be. Nevertheless, she rose from her bed and walked up to her wardrobe grabbing the first dress she could find and a pair of heels. Her routine during work was different, she normally showered, got her makeup done, dressed and then out of the door. Mechanic, controlled, with Ms. Olson asking her to hurry up. In a split second she returned to the living room, bag held on her shoulder, sunglasses in hand as she prepared to walk out with Miss Olson.

- You should’ve put some product on your hair. The ends look dry. - Miss Olson commented as they walked outside. She looked around hoping Bucky would be around but it was just her and Miss Olson.

- Is Mr. Barnes not coming?

- It’s a dress rehearsal. - Y/N froze in her mind. Dress rehearsals were supposed to be better than fittings but after her last experience she really wasn’t in the mood for another experience with the director.

Time seemed to stop, freeze in spot as she stepped inside the car. No noise, no sound, even colour seemed to fade as the car drove faster and faster. She wondered what she could do, open the door, roll over, maybe do it like what she had seen in Lady Bird but the driver always kept the door fully locked and Miss Olson always had her eye on her like Sauron’s Eye.

She looked at her phone in her lap, fingers loomed over Bucky’s name. He was employed by her, maybe she could ask him to come over. Maybe if he was there it would be easier. She sent the message hopeful he would reply, but the text bounced back. Looking at the network, she was lacking all the bars on her phone. Sighing, she leaned against the car seat, looking off the window, dark clouds on the blue sky mocking her.

As the car came to a halt on the same building as before, she almost had to be pulled out the car by Miss Olson. Once inside, Y/N could see him, she could smell his patchouli fragrance as he wrapped his arm around her. She stood once again in front of the camera lights, muffled cries in her head as she was squeezed into a corset and a then a body con dress. Her eyes were blinded by the lights, behind those lights Miss Olson and Mister Powell gazing at her. Her hand slide down her collarbones to her lap, feeling the fabric as the cameras kept flashing, locking her in a case of lights.

Once the lights dimmed, she could see them looking down at her, almost five feet tall, mumbling she couldn’t hear as one of the costume designers helped her out.

- Costumes are looking fantastic. - the director walked up to her, hand wrapping itself around her waist, raising up to lay just below her breast. - Maybe you should try and cut some weight. You would look a bit better.

- We’ve already started a diet plan. - Miss Olson added. - Not to worry, Mr. Powell. Y/N is fully invested in this movie.

She remained caged in the conversation, being moved by someone back onto the car and dropped at home. She looked around her hallway, wondering if it had always been this cold. As she opened the door to her home, she noticed the jar of flowers the director had sent her on her kitchen balcony. White carnations in a crystal clear jar. She stormed to the kitchen, ripping the tag of the carnations. To my perfect leading lady. The handwriting wasn’t his, probably his assistant.

When had it all gone so wrong? Why did it felt wrong? Why did the flight felt like a burning crash? When did it all get so screwed up?

She wrapped her hands around the glass jar, hands trembling, the sound of her ring hitting against the glass being the only thing she heard before a shattering sound filled her mind. It was fast, too fast but she threw the jar against the wall, watching as the glass shattered into a thousand pieces, falling into the ground like small diamonds. She thought it would make her feel better but instead she feel to the ground, trying to gather the pieces together as guilt embraced her.

- Y/N?

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M’Baku’s Love-Chapter 1

Hey y’all, sooooo this is inspired by Sylvie’s Love. It was such a sweet movie that made me feel all the feels, so I felt the need to write a love story for our Thicc Kang. Seriously, go watch it on Prime if you can. Let me know what y’all think, and check out my masterlist if you haven’t already! I have a few one shots and a series for both our king and our prince.

This one’s on the shorter side, but enjoy!

Word count: 2992

When M’Baku integrated the Jabari into the rest of Wakandan society he had some concerns about there being some cultural friction. Having been separated for centuries, M’Baku assumed his people would have a hard time with adjusting to the new union, but as it turned out he didn't have to worry. Above all, he was worried about lowland Wakandans possibly subjecting his people to their prejudices, but it turned out that they have a pretty similar society to the Jabari and they meld really well. The different tribes of Wakanda all live in their separate provinces and have their own ways of living just like the Jabari, the only difference being that they interacted with the larger community that included the rest of Wakanda as well.

The chief’s misconceptions and prejudices about the other Wakandans were soon wiped out and replaced with a love of his country. The whole of it, as opposed to just his domain. He even began to enjoy his trips to the city, still finding the advancements unnecessary but amazing nonetheless. Over time, he grew curious of the outside world after befriending Prince N’Jadaka. The prince would regale him with horror stories of life on the outside, some were personal others were from around the diaspora.

However, M’Baku still couldn't understand the outside world, so King T’Challa decided it would be best if he get to experience it for a while. At first, he was against it. Why would he want to experience such a horrible place? After much effort, T’Challa was able to convince him to spend three months in Oakland at the Outreach Center. At first, M’Baku thought the time span was excessive. He was Chief of the Jabari and had important duties to attend to, after all, he couldn’t just go galavanting halfway across the world just because he couldn’t grasp the concept of white supremacy.

M’Baku made his way through the hallways of the royal palace and when he arrived at the large ornate door to the king’s office, the guards saluted him before parting and letting him pass. He raised his fist to knock when T’Challa spoke up from inside.

“Enter.”

M’Baku cautiously opened the door and looked at the king with confusion written all over his chiseled face.

“How did you-”

“The heart shaped herb gives me enhanced hearing among many other things. Come, sit down. How has the tour been so far?”

In addition to his time in the outside world, M’Baku had chosen to learn more about the tribes of Wakanda. He had spent one weekend a month with a different tribe to understand their way of life. He only just started but so far the river tribe was in the running for second favorite.

“It is going well, umhlobo wam. You all are not too different from Jabari, aside from the frivolous gadgets.”

T’Challa smiled at his stubborn friend’s unwillingness to accept their technology. Getting him to wear Kimoyo beads was harder than bathing a cat, but he eventually came around but only for communication purposes. Some Jabari, especially the younger ones took right to it, but most were still living their traditional lives.

“I noticed the same thing when I stayed with you...the second time, clearly.”

The two chuckled at the now fond memory of the king almost dying at the hands of his newly beloved cousin.

“Clearly. So have you decided on a departure date yet?”

“Yes, I will be leaving with you and staying for about a week to check on the centers myself and help you acclimate. Obviously N’Jadaka will be there as well but I figured you’d want someone with you that’s a little more…”

“Level headed?”

“N-, well, yes, but also no. He is doing well at the Center, but he is still...himself.”

The prince was a wildcard. One you want to have in your hand, but a wildcard nonetheless. M'Baku needed someone with a slightly longer fuse and a calmer disposition to show him around.

“Well I would not have it any other way, he is quite entertaining at times.”

A grin creeped up the king’s face as he thought of how his cousin’s progress had allowed for the parts of personality that aren’t rooted in anger to shine through.

“I agree. So, since I’ll be accompanying you we have to leave tomorrow.”

“I will alert my council.”

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The heat in California was marginally better than Wakanda, but still too high for M’Baku’s liking. He would have preferred to visit in the middle of their winter when the temperatures were milder, but anything over 60 degrees felt like a sauna to him. He also wasn’t used to having so much unprotected skin showing, but the weather called for his arms and legs to be free from fabric. His size and physique made him hyper visible and he noticed several of the volunteers doing double-takes as he and T’Challa walked through the halls of the Wakandan Outreach Center. He knew some of the attention was because the king didn’t visit often, but when he would catch eyes lingering on him he’d smirk and keep on moving.

T’Challa took him on a tour of the Center that ended with N’Jobu’s memorial in room 1401, which was preserved like a museum exhibit. The room stood as a reminder of Wakanda’s dark past, and a promise to never repeat it. M’Baku walked around the memorial, silently paying his respects to the murdered Wakandan prince and taking in the scene. The small plaques around the room gave visitors information about Prince N’Jobu, his family, his mission, and his death.

“Why did you go with these instead of virtual pages? Or whatever they are called...” M’Baku asked.

“Holograms. I felt it would take away from the feeling of heaviness this room invokes on you when you enter. This memorial needs to be both seen and felt for it to be effective.”

M’Baku nodded slowly, eyes still roaming around the room.

“Come, my friend,” T’Challa clapped him on the shoulder. “You will have plenty of time to come back here if you wish. For now, let me show you to your office.”

“Office?” The two walked down yet another hallway and headed up to the top floor.

“Yes, you didn’t think this was a vacation did you?” The king chuckled.

“Well, no but I assumed it would be more study than work.”

“It is both. You will be our Jabari Ambassador while you are here. I would like for you to come up with a skillshare program that will allow for the kids here in Oakland to learn your ways. One of the purposes of our Outreach Center is to bring about cultural understanding between us and our diaspora siblings, who we are now referring to as the Lost Tribe at the prince’s request. For now, we just have Oakland but eventually I plan to expand the program. Shuri is over the STEM program, Nakia handles social outreach, and N’Jadaka keeps the whole thing running smoothly, and you will make sure the Jabari are represented in our curriculum.”

“It would be my honor to bring Jabari ways to the Lost children.”

“I’m glad, now here is your office,” T’Challa pointed to a corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the bay. “It is not a throne room, but it is quite nice.”

The king then took the time to show him the basic technology he would need to use and some of the more advanced technology at his disposal he knew he would probably never touch.

“You will have plenty of time to settle in tomorrow, for now I will show you your apartment,” T’Challa led the way back through the center and out to the car which took them about 10 minutes away to an apartment building.

“Our buildings are much more impressive,” M’Baku remarked.. It warmed T’Challa’s heart to hear his friend refer to Wakanda proudly instead of just his own corner of the country, and he let out a chuckle. Things really can change…

“I completely agree, my friend.”

The apartment turned out to be a loft that was the perfect size for the large Jabari Chief. The high ceilings, the open space, the floor to ceiling windows, the exposed brick...M’Baku actually liked it.

“Worthy of a chief?” T’Challa asked.

“That it is,” M’Baku said, walking around and taking in the space. The restaurant style kitchen was fully stocked with all his vegetarian favorites and some soon to be new favorites as well. He picked up a square package and stared at it in confusion, never having seen the meat-substitute before. “What is this to-fu?”

“It’s a very popular protein source made from soybeans.”

M’Baku nodded then moved to the living space, surprised to see a television, but the king explained he would need to stay up on current events, or maybe even watch a movie every now and then.

When T’Challa showed him the thermostat, he was so ecstatic he immediately put it on the lowest setting.

“I should leave before you freeze me out. If you need anything I’m just a kimoyo bead aw-,” T’Challa cut himself off when another, more important thought occurred to him. “Oh, I forgot to mention you’ll be getting an assistant. I sent three files to your beads, take a look and hire whichever one fits you best”

“Thank you, brother.” The two shook hands and saluted each other before the king left to give M’Baku his space.

The chief admired the Jabari wood furniture and the furs on the couch, plopping down to try to figure out how to work the television. After some time, he found a news station and only lasted about 5 minutes before he needed to turn it off. Instead, he accidentally switched to a thing called HBO Max and clicked on a show where the main character looked familiar somehow.

“In West Philadelphia, born and raised,” the theme song played over and over and over as M’Baku binged his first tv show, laughing the whole way.

A few hours passed and he was brought back from tv land by a rumble in his stomach. Not in the mood to cook, he decided to explore the neighborhood and look for food instead.

After just a few minutes M’Baku came to a stop in front of a place called Cafe V. He stopped to take a look at the menu in the window when he felt a small, or regular sized, person bump into his side. His eyes travelled down to see who would dare shove Lord M’Baku, Chief of the Jabari, when his eyes landed on a caramel-complected goddess with a bright teal fade. His face immediately softened as she stammered through an apology.

“I-I am so s-sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I got a text and, it doesn’t matter, are you ok?”

He struggled to find the words.

“Yes, are you? That was quite the impact.”

She was surprised by his kindness and gave him a smile.

“It was, wasn’t it?” The two shared a quick laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m running late to meet a friend...literally.”

“Well I would not want to keep you, but please be mindful of your surroundings. I am sure everyone is not as nice as I am.”

“That’s for sure. Oh, and by the way,” she leaned in as if to tell him a secret. He leaned in to listen to whatever she had to tell him. “There’s a Black-owned vegan restaurant around the corner there.”

M’Baku’s eyes lit up, “Two things I love.”

“Black people and vegan food?”

“Precisely,” a grin overtook his face and she couldn’t help but stare at his adorable gap.

“Well I really have to go, nice meeting you stranger!”

And with that, she was off before he could even get her name. The best he could do is hope she’d crash into him on the sidewalk again one day.

“I really hope she is more careful,” he said to himself as he rounded the corner to The V Spot.

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Monday morning, M’Baku arrived at the outreach center full of nervous energy. He had wanted to look nice for his first day, but his tunic felt like it was cutting off his circulation the closer he got to the building. When he finally arrived in his office, he found it full of royals.

“Nigga you look uncomfortable as hell in that,” N’Jadaka was, naturally, the first to call out the obvious. Thankfully, the Queen came to his rescue.

“Stop it Daka, you’d look uncomfortable in Jabari attire,” Nakia said as she undid his top button. “There. Better?”

“Much. I did not want to ruin the look.”

“Turning blue ruins the look, genius,” Princess Shuri chimed in.

“Sister, he wasn’t blue...yet. If we hadn’t gotten here when we did the Jabari would’ve been out a Chief,” the king added.

“Ha. You all are very funny. Are you done?”

“We’re just fucking with you, man. How you liking the loft?”

“It is wonderful. I am almost embarrassed to say I have watched the television for several hours. Have you ever seen the Fresh Prince of Bel Air? It is hilarious!”

“Aw hell yeah, that’s like thee funniest show hands down. You know what? While you’re here, I’m introducing you to alllllll the Black entertainment. You’re gonna love it, niggas stay laughing at something.”

“Speaking of, I thought… that word-“

“You can say nigga. You’re a nigga too, my nigga.”

T’Challa leaned over to M’Baku, “It is an adjustment, but the reclaiming of slurs can be a powerful thing for oppressed peoples. And it’s just so versatile.”

“What an interesting language…”

“Are we teaching an English class or are we meeting about curriculum…?” Shuri asked impatiently before her brother pinched her arm.

“Ouch! I’m telling mother.”

“Go ahead, I’ll tell her you’ve been sneaking out at night to hang with your little friends.”

Shuri shot her cousin a deadly glare, making him put his hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t say shit. He’s a walking lie-detector, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Nakia and M’Baku snickered at the situation they had no part in. Nakia, because she knew her husband had known for quite some time and would never snitch on his baby sister, but always had Dora following her at a safe distance. M’Baku enjoyed the moment because he and the Princess had a love-hate relationship and seeing her in “trouble” tickled him.

The moment passed and the five of them moved to a conference room to discuss the upcoming summer. Shuri advocated for a nanobots workshop on weekends and Nakia laid out her plans for summer programs. The king and prince listened closely and N’Jadaka gave his input here and there. T’Challa mostly nodded along, as this was more so his cousin’s job than his. He just signs the checks.

“...and Monaé just hired three new dance instructors because our classes are so popular with the community. She’ll discuss it in the Department Head meeting later-“

“Is that not what this is?” M’Baku asked, genuinely confused.

“If anything this is more of an executive meeting. We each oversee our departments, but have help running them. That’s who we will meet with in about 15 minutes.” Nakia responded, checking her beads for the time.

The executives finished their meeting just as other people started to roll in. Kitchen staff brought up some breakfast for everyone, and as soon as M’Baku stood to grab a bagel his knees nearly buckled. There she was, Miss In A Hurry herself. He tried to play it cool and keep his smile under wraps, but when she caught sight of the blinding whiteness from the other side of the room she recognized him immediately and waved.

“Friend of yours…?” T’Challa asked quietly with a raised brow. The man had only been here 24 hours…

“She ran into me on the street the other day and recommended an amazing restaurant. I should go say thank you…”

“Yes you should...why aren’t you?”

“I-“

“Mhm,” T’Challa said before turning to the rest of the attendees. “Everyone, please welcome Lord M’Baku, Chief of the Jabari. He will be here the next three months integrating Jabari culture into our curriculum. As many of you know, the Jabari-“

M’Baku tuned T’Challa out, staring instead at the girl with the teal fade. The look on her face when the king introduced him made him want to go hold her. It was painstakingly obvious that she was embarrassed to have almost run over royalty.

“-until we started the integration process a year ago. Now, Lord M’Baku you may have the floor.”

M’Baku cleared his throat and shook himself from his daydream.

“Uh, hello. I am sure it will be a pleasure to work here with you all. I would like to meet with each department head at some point this week to discuss how to make your programs more inclusive of Jabari customs. We can start scheduling those after we are finished here.”

The meeting went on for about an hour with M’Baku and the department heads furiously taking notes. M’Baku was pleasantly surprised that he wasn’t the only one using a physical notepad and pen. He looked to the stranger from earlier and noticed her bright notebook with a multicolored neon leopard cub in the middle. The name on the side read “Lisa Frank”, but he wasn’t sure if that was her name or the artist. She used several different colored pens to take her notes, and the red cat eye glasses he didn’t see on her face the other day kept slipping down her nose. She was a colorful one, that was for sure.

By the time the meeting ended he still hadn’t caught her name, but he knew she was head of the Arts department and that he would meet with her the next day. He could wait until then.

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Popcorn & Cuddles

Mendes Triplets Au

Summary: It’s movie night at the Mendes Triplets’ house, which means lots and lots of cuddles and attention for their best friend.

Author’s Note: I couldn’t find a picture to go with this and also I’m horrible at summaries once again. This is so fluffy it hurts and I love them so much. This includes all of our favorite triplets and its just simply adorable platonic friendships. Please tell me what you think and I hope you enjoy!

The scent of popcorn filled your senses as you situated yourself on the worn down couch of the triplet’s apartment. The seat was practically molded to your usual seating position from how often you sat there, but it only added to its comfort level. You placed all of the bottles of drinks onto the coffee table as Raul plopped down next to you, television remote in hand. “Any movie suggestions?”

“Not really, I haven’t really had time to look at any of the new movies out,” you told him, taking a sip of your soda before leaning back further into the couch. Peter rounded the corner, a bright grin on his face and arms full of blankets for everyone to use. He placed one on the recliner next to the couch for Shawn to use, placing the rest on your lap so he could get comfortable on your other side. You adjusted the blankets, wrapping one around your body as Peter did the same and then handing one to Raul to put on his lap. Peter immediately made himself comfortable on your lap with his head lying across your legs, allowing your hands to take purchase in his curls like he always loved.

A loud groan was heard behind you as Shawn approached the couch, grumbling to himself when both sides of you were taken, “This isn’t fair.” He placed the popcorn on the table before plopping into the recliner, crossing his arms with a boyish pout on his lips.

“What’s got your panties all in a twist?” Raul teased, small laughter spilling out of his mouth.

Shawn gave him a hard glare still angrily sinking into the chair like a child, “How come I had to get the popcorn tonight? You guys stole the comfy spots.”

“Because I got it last week.”

“And I got it the week before that,” Peter piped up before pushing his head higher up into your hands.

“And I always get the drinks. It’s tradition for you three to rotate popcorn duty, Peter will do it next week.” The youngest triplet groaned, mumbling out a “Don’t remind me” into your lap with a disappointed look on his face.

You had known the Mendes triplets for as long as you can remember, your family moving next door to them when you were only five years old. The four of you always sat on the bus together, played with each other after school, and frequently ate dinner at each other’s houses. You had sleepovers until your parents claimed you were too old to have sleepovers together (yet you still managed to sneak into the other’s rooms to have an impromptu sleepover that was unknown to both of your parents). Next thing you knew you were growing up, helping each other through first dates, first loves, and heart aches, always being attached to each other’s side no matter where you went. When college decisions had to be made, it was easy for you all to agree to stay together, even going as far as to live within a few miles of one another once you graduated. Yes, there were disagreements here and there, but when is there not? In the end you all loved each other platonically, no hidden feelings in between anyone because you all simply clicked and the moment you had seen those little curly headed boys leave their house when you were just a toddler, you knew you would become best friends as cliche as that sounds. Now almost eighteen years later you still made time to make plans together, setting Saturday nights as the official movie night at the Mendes’ apartment. And without a doubt, whichever one of the boys had to get the popcorn that night and didn’t get to cuddle up next to you was complaining for the rest of the movie. Shawn and Raul were the worst to listen to because they’d be voicing their opinions on why the popcorn system was unfair and would bicker with each other constantly over it to rub it in the other’s face that they were on the couch and the other wasn’t. However, Peter was the worst to watch. He didn’t say much, usually just grabbing three times the amount of blankets he usually has as he curled himself into a ball in the recliner looking like a sad puppy that just wanted cuddles. It took everything in you from leaving the couch in favor of wrapping yourself around him until he smiled again, but you already knew how that would go over with the rest of the triplets. One week you even suggested that you get the popcorn and sit in the recliner so there was no more fighting. That only caused more fighting because they told you that they didn’t want to cuddle with each other, they wanted to cuddle with you, which led to Shawn and Raul insulting one another on why they wouldn’t want to lay together while Peter just clung to you like a koala from behind. You were thankful though that there were little complaints on Shawn’s end tonight besides the typical grumbling due to the long week at work you had and your desire to just relax with your best friends.

Raul switched on the first Harry Potter movie, which was never questioned on a movie night and typically led to the next few weeks being a continuation of the series, before placing the remote back on the table and throwing his right arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, letting him mindlessly play with the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of your messy bun while you did the same with Peter’s. “Your hair’s getting really long, Pete,” you whispered as the intro played, pulling his hair out to its full length.

“I know,” he mumbled into the blanket, almost half asleep from you massaging his head, “I need to get it cut soon.”

“Don’t, it’s easier to play with when it’s long.”

“My hair’s long too, you can play with it if you’d like,” Raul smirked as he grabbed your free hand to bring it up to his head.

“Nah, I think I’m good with Peter’s,” you teased, watching as he feigned offense with a hand over his heart.

“Is my hair not good enough for you?” he laughed, still trying to force your hand into his hair, “Play with my hair woman-” you glared at him- “Please?”

“Fine,” you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes before sticking your hand straight into his unruly curls. He had taken a shower prior to your arrival so there was no product in them, allowing the curls to stick out everywhere and make them even softer.

“I want my hair played with.” You turned your attention to where Shawn was whining in his seat, body slumped under a blanket.

“Next week, I promise.” The only response from him was another dissatisfied humph as he sunk down further into the recliner.

The movie progressed with you cuddled up to Raul’s side, eyes drooping shut while Peter was fast asleep in your lap, Shawn busy munching on some popcorn off to the side. The end credits rolled and Raul stretched his arms out, causing you to move slightly with an annoyed groan, as he reached out to turn the tv off. “Where are you going tonight, sweetheart?” he whispered to you, not wanting to completely wake you out of your sleepy state.

“She’s coming with me,” Shawn replied while he moved to get out of his seat, “It’s only tradition after all.” The spare room in the boys’ apartment was filled with musical equipment, painting supplies, photos Peter had taken, you name it. They could have easily made it into a guest bedroom, but seeing as you were the only one that typically stayed over, and they had a pull out couch if they really needed an extra bed, they used it as a miscellaneous room and you slept in one of their beds with them if you didn’t go home. It wasn’t like it was anything new, you guys cuddled all of the time and the triplets were very affectionate people, so it was an unspoken rule that if it got too late to go home after movie night, you stayed in the room of the triplet that didn’t get to sit next to you on the couch. You didn’t mind when they fought over your attention, you secretly loved it, always feeling so loved and protected by the boys you thought of as family.

Shawn made his way over to you, lightly shaking Peter to wake him up before scooping you up in his arms and heading for his room. He placed you down carefully under the sheets, allowing you to get comfortable against him as he laid down next to you, opening his arms up for you to squeeze into. You were almost fast asleep when the door cracked open slowly then shut again before a heavy weight made the bed on your side dip. “What are you doing? Get out of here,” you heard Shawn whisper as you cuddled further into him for warmth.

“No, the heat’s not working in my room again and I don’t feel like fixing it right now.” You quickly recognized the voice as Peter’s and the feeling of him scooting behind you, trying to wrap himself completely around you only solidified your assumption.

Raul, who had heard Peter’s door opening from next to his room, let his curiosity get the best of him as he made his way over towards the middle triplet’s room, “What’s going on in here?”

“Not you, too,” Shawn groaned, holding you tighter against him, “She’s mine.”

You giggled at his selfish nature, feeling the bed move once again. “Peter, move.”

“No, Raul, I got here first.”

“She’s in my room so technically neither of you should be in here.”

“I don’t care. Peter, move.” The youngest sighed, adjusting himself so that he was slotted between your legs towards the bottom of the bed. You turned onto your back, much to Shawn’s dismay, allowing Peter to move up your body and rest his head on your stomach. You were completely encompassed with warmth as Shawn and Raul latched onto you from both sides. All of you felt perfectly content in that moment, all snuggled up to one another and just as inseparable as the day you met.

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tommysparker · 4 years

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Movie Night: Hush (Baby Boy)

Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: So because everyone seemed to enjoy Movie Night so much, I decided to make a little series of unrelated events that happen during movie night in the Holland and Co. Household. Shoutout to @greenorangevioletgrass who was the BIGGEST help while writing this. Next week I’ll be posting the Peter Parker angsty fic titled Good For You, based on that song from Dear Evan Hansen, and after that is Black & White Ch. 2 so stay tuned! Also, this is the longest fic I’ve written so far so enjoy :)

Warnings: Smut (ish), handjob under a blanket, ‘scawy’ movie, couple no-no words, ruined orgasm and a bit of overstim, first time writing smut so I apologize if I did it wrong

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It was a typical movie night.

You snuggled into Tom under the warm throw-blanket, Harrison on the other side of the couch, Harry curled up on the sofa-chair and Tuwaine chilling on the floor.

The choice of film that night was “Hush”, which is more thriller than a horror movie (Tom and Harrison disagreed). So after some arguing, and maybe a broken phone, everyone finally settled down in their designated seats and watched the film

Well, almost everyone.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on Tom’s face, specifically his lips. Every so often his tongue would poke out and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel against your--

A sudden yelp pulled you out of your thoughts, Tom’s hand gripping your thigh as his whole body jumped, the music shrilling through the speakers. Oh for fuck’s sake.

In your defense, it had been a while since you and Tom had gotten together. Being stuck with three other divs in the house didn’t exactly leave room for much personal time. You were lucky enough to hook-up in the shower but never had enough time for it to go further.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind.

Slowly, you shifted your hand closer to Tom’s thigh, rubbing it slowly to make it seem like a comforting move. The brown-haired boy smiled, curling up closer and wrapping his arm around your shoulder so he could hold you against his chest. Big mistake buddy.

You had your legs on top of his so you were basically sitting in his lap, but not quite. Honestly, it was an awkward position but it was comfortable so neither of you was complaining. At least now your movements were less obvious. You let your hand rest near his knee for a while, before slowly sliding it upwards.

At first, Tom didn’t think anything of it and let you do whatever you were doing until the moment came when he felt a bit of pressure between his legs and his blood rush south. He tore his gaze from the television, only to meet your smug gaze as you ever-so-subtly moved your palm in agonizingly slow circles.

“W-what are you doing?” He whispered as to not alert the other boys. He reached to grab your hand but froze when you tighten your grip on his groin, biting down on his lip to hold back a groan.

You tucked your nose into his neck, speaking softly so only he could hear, “Just relax baby, enjoy the movie.” Your hand starting rubbing him through the material of his sweatpants, smirking against his skin when you felt his cock twitch under your touch.

Tom mentally cursed himself for not wearing underwear, but in all fairness, he never expected to be biting his tongue so he doesn’t make any suggestive sounds while watching a horror movie with his roommates.

After another ten minutes of painful teasing, Tom was fully hard, either from your consistent and steady rubbing, or the thrill of maybe getting caught (even though it would lead to a lifetime of embarrassment), he didn’t know. However, Tom would be lying if he said the thought of you getting him off while he was forced to suppress any noise trying to escape from the back of his throat didn’t drive him crazy. On top of all that, he was praying no one noticed how flush he’s become, and his prayers were answered surprisingly, for the most part. The boys seemed really into the film, however, you were enjoying an alternate source of entertainment.

Seeing your boyfriend with his knuckles in his mouth and squirming ever so slightly every time you gently squeezes his hard-on was the best thing you could ever lay eyes on. Tiring from the pre-show, you decided it was time to progress the main plot. Slowly, you let your fingers dip under the waistband, planting a few kisses on the brown-eyed boy’s collarbone before reaching in and wrapping your fingers around his aching dick.

Tom breathed deeply when he felt your skin touch his, and almost let out a whimper when you carefully pulled his member out so it stood hard against his lower stomach. His eyes fluttered closed at the feel of your thumb rubbing against the tip of his cock. And when you start to stroke up and down his length, he threw his head back and--

“FUCK!” Harry cursed out loud at a jumpscare.

It was a jumpscare alright because Tom practically jumped out of his seat and nearly blew the cover off. But you quickly held the blanket in place and ran a soothing hand on his chest, signaling that it’s all okay.

You could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and wondered if it was from the scare or your little scandal. Probably both, you decided.

Waiting ‘till everyone calmed down, you resumed your earlier movements, grinning inwardly when you felt your boyfriend tense beneath you. You lightly ran your hand over his cock, the pads of your fingers brushing against the head which made him shift.

A few more minutes go by before you start jerking him off, slowly as to not surprise him, knowing full-well how prone he is to moaning out loud at any sudden contact. The pre-cum dribbled down his cock acting as a lube while you slid your palm up and down, twisting your wrist the way he loves.

Tom was really struggling to stay quiet, to the point he had to stuff a pillow in his face, making excuses like “It’s too scary, man!” or “Oh god I can’t watch,” the Oh god being dragged out a little too long, not that anyone really paid attention. The short little dialogue you were whispering in his ear was not any help.

“Gotta stay quiet baby boy, don’t want the lads to find out about our little secret, do you?”

“God, Tommy, you should see yourself right now. All red and flustered...can’t wait to see how you look from a lower angle.”

“You’re moving too much, my love. Be good and stay still for me will you?...yes that’s much better. Now I can go harder, and faster, and no one is gonna know.”

You knew your words were driving him crazy, could see it in the way he clenched his jaw and tightened his hold on the pillow. He was getting close.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to cum, the sudden intense yelling coming from the others caused you to flinch, retracting your hand and curling up, all the while Tom used almost every bit of self-control he had left in order to not whimper aloud.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN?!”

“She’s deaf why the fuck is he knocking?!”

“BITCH HE’S GONNA KILL YOU RUN!”

He jumps slightly in shock, and what little control he's trying to grapple goes out the . The adrenaline still pumping through his body proving to be his undoing as small spurts of cum ran down his cock, orgasm completely ruined. His head lolled to the side a bit, brain fogged with unsatisfied lust yet the energy spent taking a physical toll on his fatigued figure.

You watched him closely, saw his bottom lip get caught between his teeth and the quiet pants that felt a lot louder in your ears. At that moment, you thought he had never looked so hot, and all you could think about was wanting more. So after giving him a few seconds to catch his breath, you waited for the next jumpscare, before taking action and resuming your previous antics, much to Tom’s surprise as a startled moan was ripped from this throat, but thankfully drowned out by the shouts of his roommates.

Tom looked at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape, to which you returned with an innocent smile and a gentle squeeze to his tip, causing him to squirm and bite back the groan that desperately wanted to escape. “W-what are y-you doing?” He whispered, hiding his face in your neck. To the naked eye, it would seem like an ordinary couple move, however, in this scenario, he was trying hopelessly to muffle any sounds he wanted to make.

You kissed his cheek, mumbling back “Your last orgasm was ruined, pretty boy. Only fair I give you a proper one.” With that said, your hand sped up, fisting his cock with ease and massaging the sensitive head.

The actor knew you well enough to know you weren’t gonna stop until you got what you wanted, but that didn’t make the unexpected overstimulation any easier to handle.

As the movie progressed, it felt as if your hand moved in rhythm with the score that played. Tom was truly trying his best to stay still for you, however you were relentless and the poor Brit was trapped in confusion of whether he wanted to buck into your hand, or shy away from the burning feeling his cock was endearing.

Harrison, sitting opposite to the couple couldn’t help but see from the corner of his eye how much Tom was moving around. “Tom, mate you alright? If you need to wiz we can pause.”

Tom really thought you were going to stop, but when you didn’t he had no choice but to power through the pleasure, or pain, he was still deciding. “N-No m’aright sunshine, j-just a-ah oh god…” his eyes slipped shut as his head fell forward into your neck.

“He’s just being a scaredy-cat, aren’t you, baby boy?” You cooed playfully, but under the blanket giving his balls a harsh squeeze, emitting a small whimper-mixed-groan that was quiet enough that only you could hear. Tom could only nod along to your excuse.

The blue-eyed boy didn’t seem convinced, but let it slide. Little did he know, his observation would send his best friend into a world of euphoria.

The idea of you actually getting caught only spurred you on, pumping his cock vigorously and Tom was about to lose it. Sensitivity aside, he could feel another knot building in his lower abdomen and he wanted nothing more than to feel your walls hug his throbbing dick. He kissed your neck, slurring his words as he miserably tried to compromise. “D-darling, why don’t we finish this in our bedroom?” His voice was airy, like every time he opened his mouth he was gasping for oxygen.

You adored the effect you had on this man, almost as much as you loved the effect he had on you. “Don’t be silly, Tommy. The movie is almost over… let’s see if you can cum before it does, shall we?”

And he did, the pressure building up inside exploding as the girl in the movie stumbled out of the house covered in blood. Hey, everyone has their kinks.

Tom moaned into your shoulder, cum flying out of his head and all over your hand, bits landing on his upper torso, but most of it getting caught on the underside of the blanket.

Thinking quickly, you picked up your drink and “accidently” spilled it all over the cover, cursing loudly to drown out your boyfriend’s whimpers. “Ah, fuck shit! Fan-fucking-tastic. Ugh.”

All heads turned to you, as you mock-complained while simultaneously riding out Tom’s climax. He panted heavily, eyes hooded as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’ll put it in the wash. Tommy, do you mind helping me?” You looked down at the boy, face flushed and chest heaving.

“O-Okay…” He knew there was no point in arguing. Like he said, if you want something, you’ll get it. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tom quickly tucked his flaccid dick back into his sweats, using the blanket to wipe his chest subtly while he got up.

“You boys have fun cleaning up,” You smiled before dragging your boyfriend to the laundry room.

“....They’re gonna fuck, aren’t they?" “Oh definitely.”

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Before anyone says anything, it’s canon Tom has called Haz “sunshine” before so that’s why I added at that in there definitely not because I ship them or anything

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grim-faux · 3 years

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13 _ Broken Dreams

First

The television screen flickered and pulsed, the snow cutting out momentarily to a white slate then to rolling bars. Sounds distorted from buzzing to squealing, its whirring became intense. With an anguished yowl a figure vaulted from the glass screen, the next moment the entire unit burst.

Mono somersaulted several times before landing on his face. He thought he was getting better at traversing the devices, but apparently not. Then again, he had been anxious about forcing his way through, upon hearing a noise he didn’t like. There was nothing to indicate danger but the sound, and that in itself wasn’t very clear. The buildings creaked and moaned, pelted by endless storms, water getting into everything; drafty and unpleasant. At this point he believed the outside elements were more hospitable.

He stood and gave himself a shake, eyes already drifting even before the blur cleared entirely. Shapes came gradually, from walls to his high tuned paranoia seeking forefront essentials. Cover. Shadows. He listened, searching. His hands snatched up the star printed blanket. Once assured that for the time, nothing was keyed in on the small explosion, he gave the blanket a look over. He didn’t know why he kept it, bad memories clung to the fibers. He rolled the blanket up and laid it over his shoulders.

This place was familiar. He didn’t like that. Of course, so many of the apartment were copies, and numerous homes shared the same general layout – the erosion of the walls, the water trickling along the laminate floor. This all felt too familiar.

Should leave. Not good to know place. Left for reason.

The corridor leading from the main room felt less familiar. He pulled the side of his blanket up over his head, as water slipping down the walls chilled his ears and neck. Today’s mission was find foods and stay relatively dry. Impossible perhaps, but his clothing was dry for the first time in… he couldn’t remember how long.

Oh. Oh…. He suspected he was recalling now.

A doorway in the corridor was open, and inside hung a familiar coat. A big, wide, thick coat that demanded to be carried, if its powers of protection were to be invoked.

Without thinking, he ducked right into the closet and peeked out. The home had lights, enabling him to see further down the corridor. He listened, but there emerged no evidence of the coat’s owner. Something had to have heard the television erupt. Something would have shown up immediately to investigate. If something was not in the home, then the coat would not be waiting to remind him.

Mono inched out of the closet, still cautious. He chose to follow the less familiar corridor, and find a way out. He knew where there was another way out, but that way was demolished. He couldn’t recall the whole layout, given he spent so little time here before – while on his way to the Signal Tower. He tried not to think of that day.

The corridor wound around, and ended at another room. There sat two windows on the wall, but too high, and no furniture that could be moved. The only piece of furniture that survived destruction was a overturned recliner, which he fit under no problem. And beneath the recliner, awaited a worn space in the floor. Not that it did him any good, he dropped into the gap and crept along the support beam below. It was dark and a hazardous passage, but the further he ventured the more light gleaned out. He slid a short way down a ramp, and tumbled onto a metal duct.

Below, a basement sprawled forth. He couldn’t see all the walls for lack of substantial light, but the layers of shelves and interconnected boards became apparent.

By lowering himself by his arms, he was able to reach one of the highest shelf tops and drop down without making too much noise. He crept across the top board, easing around items such a jars and forgotten magazines. Using the planks connecting the shelves this and that way, he makes it to the furthest corner of the basement.

On the floor rests stacks of crates and carboard boxes, melting in the humidity of the wretched place. Situated behind these relics crouched a grungy cube of metal, with several lumps huddled within.

Leaning over, Mono could view at least one of the children seated near the interlaced bars. He wondered if they were all still there. He was surprised, since they were still here and he had been away for what seemed like forever. Why? He wondered. Maybe something happened to the Snatchers.

They were caught and miserably awaited their fate. He was caught too, he mused. But the Thin Man didn’t want to keep, for some reason. It puzzled him. Why did Thin Man stole children? Adults always did something with children they caught, they always had a plan. It always involved hostility, or pain. Perhaps the Thin Man had no real plans, maybe adults caught children and that is something the Thin Man just did?

That made absolutely no sense.

He gave his head a shake. Focus. He didn’t plan on fooling around with caught children, it only brought misery and disappointment. He crouched down and glared. But what if Snatchers dead someplace? Or caught? They might have abandoned this place. He has no speculations, only questions. Try was possible. He glanced over to the window on level with his top shelf. The glass and frame were shattered, it was no longer an escape. The only way out or in that he knew of, was the door. If a better exit wasn’t manageable, it wouldn’t matter if they were freed. They’d all be dead.

The only way in or out was the doorway.

Mono launched to his feet and scurried across the shelf top. For the Snatcher, there was only one way in or out. There was a better way out for the kids. That is, if they can still break from the cage. They could figure that out later, for the time, he needed to make a trap.

The staircase was ratty and crumbling, it creaked whenever something large and heavy placed weight upon it. From the floor to the doorway, it was high too.

Silently, he traversed from the looming shelf, across the floor, and to the base of the steps. It was a spiderweb of mismatched boards creaking at the slightest breeze. Eroded and damaged by water. He tied the star blanket tighter around his head, and climbed up. The collision of crisscrossing boards made ample handholds, he could climb up and up easily. The days of rest and food had helped as well, he had strength to knock the narrow boards loose and kick thinker planks free. The more he worked, the creakier and unsteady the staircase became.

Every so often, he had to cease progress to clamp tight to the boards. The stairway was becoming a swaying blade of grass. Mono worked his way down—

Noise! Scuffling, above.

Mono stopped immediately and began a long, agonizing climb downward. He lost his grip a few times on the slick boards, but he managed to stall his fall and tumbled the last few feet to the floor. Splashing into a puddle of dank water. He scrambled to his feet and hastened to nearest patch of shadow, beneath a large broken chair. He secluded away just as the door above the steps opened.

The Snatcher was not the man in the hat tall, but it had a blocky maliciousness. He didn’t know if the face it wore was real or not, given how contorted and misaligned it was – it didn’t have a nose, aside from a lump and slits. It’s eyes were as mirrors, reflecting the world and glittering, revealing all colors and shapes but holding no soul. It crept from the threshold silently – if Mono had not recognized the sounds above, he wouldn’t have suspected it’s arrival. A boot moved out and settled upon the first step, and then the second boot took the following board.

Mono frowned. The static around him buzzing, he tried to ignore it. Not now. Wait. Not time. No good.

The Snatcher shifted its weight, and made it down the next series of steps. In short time, its stealthy movement brought it down safely to the stair bottom. It observed the gloom, wheezing.

Mono had already relocated further back along a wall. Not good. It must’ve heard. As he worked, he became steadily louder. It didn’t matter if someone was here or not, the Snatcher was in hunt. He climbed the shelves briskly, opting to be high while it went roaming.

On the floor the Snatcher cruised among the pathways, poking at the shades and tatters of forgotten clothing. It didn’t seem suspicious of a particular presence, but made it to the cage in the back of the basement.

One part of Mono was elated that the Snatcher was not gone or destroyed, but his sensible part knew how impossible his objective was now. On one hand, the children would have been fed and looked after, they were not abandoned. They still had strength to get away, or so he hoped.

In short time, the Snatcher was at the cage and peering inside. Counting the occupants.

From the safety of above, Mono watched, waiting for an opportunity to exploit. Trick the Snatcher . If he can’t trick it, then there was no way to help. It wouldn’t matter try.

A sudden cacophony of squealing and rumbling came from the far side of the basement, echoing through the cluttered expanse. It startled Mono far more than the Snatcher, though it leapt up from its examination and peered in the direction the disaster apparently occurred. The person abandoned its scrutiny and lumbered in and among the aisles.

Above Mono followed, though unable to keep up despite his relatively simplified route among the connecting planks. He arrived near enough to peer through the haze of shadows and rising dust, to see indeed the staircase trap did work. The second Snatcher made it two or so steps, before the brittle wood collapsed under its feet. It lay in the wreck below, layered with the thicker boards splint like matchsticks.

The other Snatcher stood, hands in its trouser pockets as it prodded the lumpy heap with a boot. It emitted a sound, something like a wet chuckle. Mono thought this was funny too, but he couldn’t express that.

His attention was drawn to a cord, dangling from one of the support beams laying horizontal against the under floor. It had a plug attachment, something he could snag securely to and not risk losing his grip. He took a few steps back and gave it a good run, silently flying off the shelf and grabbing the cord with all his youthful confidence.

Nothing could be done for the other kids. And they couldn’t see him at all. It could be dangerous for them, it would be more dangerous for himself.

He navigated the underside of the floor, until he located the gap which brought him back to the underneath of the recliner. The other Snatcher should be distracted for a short time; he could look for a way out or some other way to trap it.

From the main room, he found a kitchen. It was in moderate condition, with the usual countertops and a table, and the usual water feature everywhere. He climbed up the protruding drawers and stood on the countertop, the scent of blood was very strong, and the overpowering vapor of rot. Not surprising, given the countertops were painted with thick layers of brown and red.

He knelt down with his coat tail splayed around his feet, examining the incriminating evidence. It meant not a lot to him – children were caught all the time. Sometimes, adults too. Still, it was hard to look at. Look at the ones that were still alive, and then see the proof of those taken first.

He stood up and walked to the other end of the countertop. Nothing interesting stood out, aside from a box with knobs on it and a metal stick poking out the top. It gave off a frequency, but not like the televisions. It didn’t hurt, he couldn’t see through it. He felt, though.

Taking one of the knobs between his palms, he tried pushing it. That didn’t work. Pull? Does rotate?

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it was grating and loud, and he did not like it. He covered his head with the star blanket and backed away. Something would hear that!

The Snatcher was trapped downstairs. He didn’t believe it could get over the gap formed in the broken steps.

Regardless, and not wanting to taunt the risk, he leaned over the counter edge and gripped at the topmost drawer. With all his strength, he pried the slot open and flopped into it. It didn’t take too much effort to scoot the shelf shut, and there he lay, listening to the rambling voice above. It was worse than the TVs, at least he could travel through those. This noisy thing was useless.

Speaking of noises….

Rocketing steps thundered into the room and right up to the drawer where Mono was laying in hiding, in the dark. Light pilfered through the cracks and warped broken spaces through the cabinet. The noisy screaming ceased, filling the room with blessed hush. A span of nothing wound through – nothing but his steady heartbeat, and the grating breathing of the Snatcher outside.

Oh. Oh no….

Click!

That was right next to him. Right next to where he hid!

Mono scrambled out of the top drawer, through the tight space beneath the countertop, and tumbled into the bottom of the cabinet. In the dark he scooted silently, inching away from noises of search and annoyed grunting. The drawers rattled one after the other down then up, to the first. He pushed past pots and pans, and a mound of soft cloth heaped in the murk. He tried not to think of the odor.

Would it put him in the cage? Or throw him down on the counter, with a butcher knife? There had to be a way out of this. A way to hide. Flee.

The Snatcher gave a disgruntled bark and slammed the top of the countertop. Silt and flints of wood rained down.

Mono reached the furthest space and curled down in the corner, coat and blanket wrapped around his body. If he looked like a wad of junk, it might dismiss him. But that was a doomed ploy. Monsters had ways of detecting livings things through camouflages.

He cringed down into himself more, when a clattering racket boomed from further through the cabinet lineup. Alarmed and in a panic, he eased the cabinet door open and peered over the panel. This door did not open, facing the Snatcher. This was a risk.

The belligerent sounds came from the Snatcher hauling out dishware from within the cabinet, in armfuls. It was knelt over, buried waist deep in the cabinet. This was his only chance. Flee. No do overs. Leave.

Mono crept from the door and scaled the few broken out drawers, to reach the countertop. While the Snatcher remained occupied with remolding the interior, he slunk by right above its head. The water soaked into its trousers and coat, though it didn’t seem to care. It probably loved this weather, when kids were dispirited with roaming and confined to one space.

Before deciding his next course, Mono observed the device seated on the countertop. It was quiet and still, even so, it felt alive. Leeching energy, calling gently – not intrusive. It wanted interaction. It needed someone to interact with it, pay attention to it. Until then, it would sit politely and wait.

He had a thought. And before he really gave it a second, he was behind the box device and shoving it with all his strength to the counter edge.

The Snatcher reared its head back from its current chore, looked at Mono with astonishment. And that was all it managed to convey, before the radio shattered against the soaked floor and crackling sparks erupted up the cord line. Mono lunged aside as the socket ruptured, black smog and bits of plaster and wood shooting outward.

He huddled against the edge of the counter, bundled in his blanket – a few splinters bore into the fibers. It might be worthless now.

In the ceiling above, the lights flickered. On the ground, the Snatcher twitched and writhed, a low horrendous growl curdled in its throat before it went completely still. In the same moment, the lights throughout the home went out. As did the ones in the next house over, visible from a shattered window. It must’ve been daytime, as the entire world wasn’t doused into eternal darkness. Patterns played across the floor, of the water running in thick sheets across the sky and glassy plane.

Mono stood up and shook some of the debris from his blanket. He walked to the furthest edge of the countertop, and dropped off onto a dry little space with a stifled groan. He would check the one doorway foremost, and see if that was in the least traversable for him. There could be other ways out, other escapes. Maybe a new hat. Safe runaway first, and then the basement,

Miles and miles away, in an abandoned but occupied apartment complex overlooking the city. The television played a random jingle, in and amongst the bursts of static interruptions. Only the Broadcaster could read between the subliminal messages, meant for Viewers and all others seeking. Maybe he secretly hoped….

Never mind. What was done, was over with, and he hoped at long last he could move on. What other things were there, for him to move on toward? That was a mystery he didn’t bother tackling today. Perhaps tomorrow or the following day, when he felt more motivated.

His only comfort is the television and the static. Familiar nightmares, content problems. A known issue which he could cope with.

The television pulsed and the signal went dead. The entire unit extinguished, quiet and unremarkable. For a few moments he sat in the oppressive dark, not bothering to budge or respond, head propped up on one arm. He took a deep, dramatic breath, and sighed.

“M̛̭̼̣̮͚̺͉o̜̺̩͎͉̥͢n͖̤̟̰̻̱͉͖o̶̸̴̗͓̖̞͍.̛̫͚̘̳͓̼̱ͅ.̪̫̻̠.̸̮̟̖.”

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