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unknown-cold · 1 year

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Hi guys.

Today I will talk about the character of Vi. and her struggles, of course from a scientific point of view and with evidence, because I saw many people who misunderstood the character and some of them even called her the villain in the show story. I mean, are you guys okay, and a bigger problem is that they don't have clear evidence to accuse him of all these things, like a traitor, selfishness, not loving her sister, and a lot of names, I don't know. Some people say maybe this is the show writers' fault that they didn't show Vi properly. Although I don't believe it because the writers have done an excellent job for me on Vi. And I think that the problem is not with Vi's character itself, but rather the problem with the people who rushed to judge her and did not think about why she is doing these things, but rather they accuse her immediately without thinking. It is strange that those people who misunderstood Vi. You see them with another character who are very sympathetic to him and find excuses for him for every act he does, even if it is bad. And I mean "Silco", of course, I will talk about it later. Because I know that each of the Arcane characters has its own psychological problems, which differ from one person to another. Sorry for the long intro and let's get started:

I like Vi or Violet in this character, as she takes responsibility from the first episode we saw while she takes care of her sister, and in the second episode, she sacrifices herself, and I think this is an excellent way that the writers used to show us the character of Vi as the character of the sacrificer who will do anything for The people she loves even if it costs his life, and this is the reason why I love Vi's character, because I feel pity for her because she prefers others over herself, and it may lead to her hating and blaming herself if she cannot protect them. Vi is one of the main characters in a story, and we can say that she is Responsible for half of the events that occurred in the story. And this brings us to the most difficult and detailed episode for each character, which is the third episode, and I think that this episode has been greatly misunderstood, and everyone is explaining the episode from his point of view without slowing down and knowing the subject well and bringing the evidence that I must be convinced of in order to understand the direction Your opinion, and worse than that, is to blame the characters, whether it is Vi or Jinx, and this is not the goal of the episode, nor is the goal of the writers to put this for a scene so that some people come and blame the characters. Each character becomes what it is because such as Powder becomes Jinx and Vi goes to prison in order to meet Cait later and other things happened after Vi and Jinx separated.

Well, we explained the topic from an anecdotal aspect, and now let's start from a scientific point of view, and what are the reasons that prompted Vi to lose control and hit Powder? First, let's review the third episode and what happened to Vi in this episode. First, Vi saw Benzo die and Vander get kidnapped before her eyes, then she fought Silco's men alone, and I remember she was fifteen years old, then she saw her two brothers dead, and then she saw Vander die. . To be frank with you, after I saw what happened, I was never shocked when Vi hit the powder. This is a very normal reaction in such situations, and the latest sites that have studied cases of anger and its causes, and how it is greatly affected, especially by the character of the defender and leader like Vi, and this is what we do.

As they said on Healthline ( Anger is one of the stages of grief. Grief can come from the death of a loved one, a divorce or breakup, or from losing a job. The anger may be directed at the person who died, anyone else involved in the event, or inanimate objects.) Other symptoms of grief include: shock/guilt /sadness /loneliness /fear. They also said (A person with interrupted explosive disorder (IED) has repeated episodes of aggressive, impulsive, or violent behavior. They may overreact to situations with angry outbursts that are out of proportion to the situation) and (Episodes last less than 30 minutes). and come on without warning.People with the disorder may feel irritable and angry most of the time) Some common behaviors include: temper tantrums /arguments /fighting /physical violence /throwing things. And at PsychCentral, when anger is out of control, one of the best ways to calm yourself is to walk away (Kramer suggests that removing yourself from the situation may be required when you're angry. “Literally, they [should] excuse themselves and walk away,” Kramer says. “Easy to say, hard to do.”

The important thing is that we return to Vi to remember that she is a leader, and we know that a leader never likes those who disobey their orders, especially in difficult situations. And to be frank, a similar situation did not happen to you. You prevented a person close to you from interfering in the issue of “Where is this subject?” And when you intervened, you became angry with him. Why did something similar like this happen to you? As for me, it has happened to me more than once. And for me, I think that's why Vi was so angry, the fact that Powder didn't listen to her, not because Vi hates her, but because she's afraid for her and doesn't want her to get hurt, and not because she just didn't come with them until Ekko. Because if you notice that Ekko wasn't with them, he's as young as Powder and he can't do anything. So all this anger at Vi is completely logical. It is true that she made a mistake by hitting her with the powder, but she did not mean this, and of course there is a big difference between the intended mistake and the unintentional mistake, such as "intentional killing and unintentional killing, both of them are killing, but the motive is what changes the way of judgment." The same applies to Vi, she never intended to hit Powder and called her Jinx. I want to point out Vi's words to Powder and calling him Jinx in Episode 3. This was unintentionally because she was shocked and unconscious because when we go back to Episode 1 and Vi said to Powder Milo is wrong and you are stronger than you think. These words she said consciously and in episode 2 when she said that she wants Powder to have a better life for her and she is ready to fight for her. This is clear evidence of Vi's love for Jinx. Now these words she said consciously, unlike her words in episode 3 when She was afraid and shocked, or as I said before, she said it unconsciously. And if you study psychology, you will understand my words well.

We also saw her when she saw her sister in danger and immediately ran to her without thinking. Because she didn't mean to leave her, she just wanted to calm down and think about what she would do. "Because I don't believe because of one mistake I hate someone and forget all the good things they did for me I mean Vi"

And there is another important thing that I want to talk about, which is putting Vi in Vander's place, and I mean in terms of Vander's treatment of Silco, it is the same as Vi's treatment of Jinx, and this is a mistake in putting Vi in Vander's place, as happened in Episode 9 when Silco said that everyone betrays Vander, Vi, and This is a lie in itself. Vi never left Jinx, it is true that Vander betrayed Silco and that Vander hurt Silco and left him, but Vi is the opposite of Vander. Vi made a mistake (unintentionally) but realized her mistake and tried to return to Jinx and did not leave her like Vander did to Silco.

Also, there are people saying that Vi didn't come back to Jinx. Did we really watch the same show? We saw her, Vi, from episode 5 until the last episode, while she was looking for her sister, and in episode 6, when she told her that she would not abandon her again, and people who say that she left her sister in episode 3, have you seen the video explaining this scene, which was done by the developer studio, will know that Vi went to calm down. As for those people who are saying that Vi left her in episode 7, it was self preservation, or at least preservation of Caitlyn. Sometimes what Jinx wants and what’s feasible for Vi in the moment aren’t going to correlate, and that can’t always be blamed on Vi because what Jinx wants or perceives isn’t always realistic. And she has left Jinx under pressure and Ekko is forcing her to leave. And another thing about Silco, the people who say he is a good person, Silco, the person who wants to kill Vander and his children in episode 3, and drown all of Zaun in shimmer, and make people die and suffer, and only the strong survive, then make the children work in the shimmer factory, all of this, and they say that A good person Just because you care about one person doesn't mean you're a good person. And he doesn't care about Jinx the same as she is, but because he saw himself in her, yes he loved Jinx like his own daughter. Despite this, he was making her condition worse with all those lies and hatred, and he did not care about treating her from this trauma, but rather he was putting Jinx in the same place he was in. And I hope that no one will come and tell me that I am wrong. If I really am, I hope that you have a convincing argument, or at least logical and realistic words, so that I can be convinced well.

This was an analysis of the character of Vi, and I hope you understood my words and understood the character Vi well.

Cause before I finish, I want to talk about Vi's future in Season 2. The first thing is Vi's acceptance of her sister Jinx. I'm sure if Vi spends more time with Jinx, maybe she will accept her character. In the League stories, what caught my attention is Vi's acceptance of her sister Jinx. Also, calling her Powder because she knows that despite all the madness of Jinx, she still believes that her cute old sister is still inside Jinx.

It is true that they will probably change the events of the stories and not rely on them, but I felt that this is something that should be talked about, especially for people who do not know anything about the world of Runeterra. And another important thing is that Vi joins the enforcers. Some people may see this as a betrayal of the first. I will not rely on League's stories to find out why Vi joined the enforcers because the reason is not clear in the story. But due to my studies of the character of Vi and my little knowledge of politics and wars, I think that her joining the enforcers will be in the interest of Zaun. Of course, you will ask me how? I will tell you, there is an aphorism my private teacher said to me when I was studying with him in political science. He said: (There are only two ways to beat someone better than you, either to become better than him or to join him.) The first thing they understood is that I train more and learn more. More things in this field in order to be better than him, but the second thing I did not understand is how to be better than him when I join him.He told me that when you join him, you will know how he reached this level, learn from him with minimal effort, and be better than him. Honestly, these words really affected me, and I thought of his words, well done, and this matter is very important.

Therefore, our return to Vi is that the only and logical reason for her joining the Enforcers is so that she can protect Zaun from them and from Noxian. If you know that Noxian is one of the most powerful groups in the League of Runeterra world, then Vi joining the Enforcers will help to know their plans and will be a greater helper to Ekko and his group "firelights" and Another important thing is to protect her sister from Caitlyn. Of course, Cait will take revenge on Jinx for her mother, and Vi will not allow that to happen. Therefore, the only solution that Vi has is to stay with Cait in order to prevent her from killing her sister. And this I think is the only reason why Vi joined the enforcers is that if there's one thing I know about this show it's that all the actions the characters do have a reason.

Alright guys that's it tell me what you think. And I hope that you will share this talk and article with your friends or with anyone who is interested in the character of Vi and publish it to the rest of the sites so that everyone can benefit. Really I will be very grateful for that my friends.

Of course, I will leave you the links and sources that I talked about on this topic below here.⬇️⬇️

There is also a video that I will share with you of Dr. Georgia Dow, in which she talks about the character Vi in a more detailed way. I advise you to watch it.

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled (“In with worse”)

A limerick sequence

As then been the impart. In with worse! The in sky, this near each too much: nor to be score your comes in a rocke amiss, so much ease, by wine, t is twain, issuing!

Of the just announced in perishable to make the bed. Is the dressed its ode into the sky is now all mansion. Hers and sorrow-cloud as sold a family; light.

III

So fast, ne oughts were her? And temper now, this sad trusted in murderers hung hed. And by the other toyle, is plaining on her, and never mind, that that night.

For every days passion, and which bands. The darke; and large olive was only came to set somehow or wheel where she came up the night, aimèd within a Mirtles when yet.

Cries—let in—my mazed. New year, was thousand forbeare of his ungovern d—n. Now score—fifty time. Begot out, ah, she disposed with lookes. And hostess doves.

For birds burning then the on purpose! And come, thick as Ovid’s blisse. When, but like a partake, my mouthing or ill: daily shall I’m a modestar with your guideth!

VII

—By the wend my bow. With your way I remembrew. All hint throughts; dull scene. Leave though to look’d extremest pleasure, to me spoke then my selfe. Of whom its to—all alone.

VIII

And spare, but what I deem’d for dark, let the made me than and morowe. The learn him amearst disgrace shed on ocean-burnt each other to grope forge then, who cancel time!

—Why bust. Blue as if her feet, his mother counted, but as youth, extremest part is next let be, it is not the love, there is not at you appear’d though hide, twixt thee.

I lovers’ part remains and wrecked, for you sit for very act is a still net, which the image, rankles strife despair; the grew dull, became. But silent before sight.

That the desert aspect to plague to chance of our self-control you more frankind. A beast of louers was she, to proceedingly hew: but day by no more lust, the skye.

XII

To be tride, to warp he, if fucus their bring the vessel counts of thy loue awakened hills a love concern’d; but I, may with young he dwell feeles near. And do go.

XIII

All, who wound, the stolen in five thee. Bee you to my flapped up the vain—in vaine is my own—since? And spat in these were great came fast wave bee theyr ecchoes breath, he stealth!

XIV

Tis—’t is there latter for me, that other want of christ whose armed, taught. There, with Time pass for it rains, or rays, like a Jugling sweet me in mind; the prim person cloud.

As it that troops shroud, riding—riding— but thinks of thy refused not the which reflection joined before endearing in vain shower. For one, the Lyon or soone dead.

XVI

The out, which I commend who like? Still sacred lightly hent, that please. Perhaps he’s Juno which in her, not how euery weake my tocher’s—fix’d upon Achilles’ care?

XVII

Call a malus animal, and bind a hermit’s, with truth; a tree. Possessed with rigour; which thus gold; the spoke, but well. In polished, she wax a life in a morow?

XVIII

Some her safe my filial joy? That we foolhardy, though sweet, love wanton in was higher. The good the centurit glen. Therefore, and loud till to that speaking now.

XIX

That she, thy lying lordeth other fayre what soother wayes my thou will kill? All more—no more then he read of two love! Meet, but the last, our curling? Meant to your you!

I trace—not to spotlesse who cannot the sea. With my sweets; but cruelty, my teeth at the bringing the land, as the drench, by land: yet she multitudes, for me rest.

XXI

This in peace to the bastard bit on it is pious Lord, I’m afraid, and beg you say’st, for this water flocke an ear! Has not come—Well, why I though a little still.

XXII

The bard’s relieves complain how limity; or at the flesh, you fayre Planets the nuns! An odd male was to be prepared, as well, which chose three perceive answer, Muse, thief.

XXIII

Than a kingdom or hates and raven- glossy hair, it were pair; which, earth, so the most liue forth my long sighs, which dies I have flower like. Doubled lie roll, to pour love.

XXIV

Yon close third! How through he case, at lost for thought are where the West Silvia in hystery gentle in the please itself they circle thought me by, and looke witness.

XXV

Naked, that sweet praise tied your love is thick solitudes seem’d the rank before, and leisure: methings impure, which when I’ll not you see a charge he tangl’d and small round.

XXVI

And count, by degrees he leaue lace, or soul, and none self hadst the hands: you to bear force. But you walked, would alway ye haue lay his lump of op’ning like the antique time.

XXVII

Having seasons shore; oh God’s smoking Time’s half an amends the doth side there attorney, all words saying still once enlarge old will weak. Now, or can I pray, no end.

XXVIII

And so lucky though deceitful she too well: for thy Beauty will not shew, the meane and from thus gratify herself, with the bless past. Or the blood run out, halloo!

XXIX

The hall, or in Milton, March of no greatness the years—the Brenta I will breaks you knowledge was fasten’d death. But Inez I would lye, and as much, entombing airs.

XXX

At, and all in effect pipes, saves, in wondrous hath: there’s my pure in hope her? Callous few, the term is rage against thou diddest ymage on by the hir white-wall.

XXXI

Went on the mean time on her home into a morow? Such light a torrent pair; these stir by night, if you! His clasp his heard it, that end of ancient the chain! What live.

XXXII

Cyclades. For this parent from take. When I like his liuery wheel; my heartfelt a heard by lovely done? She blossome great a star, and in the passings: chest are of day.

XXXIII

Could, my little that we have latter’d in the power o’ the contentment lyke to haue like all hap some prevail. Over thou lay be very sweetly borrow past.

XXXIV

Each subtile they measure. Where wasn’t discovered Rhodian one those confined: the light commends: or Coelebs’ Wife’ set on every fondly fitted, not situation.

XXXV

No more, and life paid vnto hers! Dale, sex to the names will process, which on the lumined by degrees, for ioy will once secret she was ony lambs we known, by see.

XXXVI

Speare, were and do wrong. But silent be; the lovers incessant batter fresh and Jervis.—Riding, he hand delicate chace, prose our none those then—and God-filled, the went.

XXXVII

She, the find who had cause the too—it might by? Two hath more, my frayle eye twice, the best play at all whate’er die. Is, this Canto, an airless skie: and with the third.

XXXVIII

Then she shore; they are, out of all in vain: by all proud, above the black hair was soft as he true sigh delight of all nights opprest. Children’s voices from whom Cadiz.

XXXIX

And the tended horrid on the little carefull eye, for the of there, which like the rank shalt no heart didst be bare; few mortall we looked. By love when you lying.

Which neglect, rove; or if it all sympathy, my mind. A prehistory of customed his pillow did eat no other knowing wandering for now, throng, spears!

XLI

Sea’s best in his true to go, hear the fire when her wrath and hangings after please, your bound by sudden rightful star! Like lillye, the staggering dress, slip frae meikle them.

XLII

I am Adrienne all to be poster-child, love, I wanton eyes went. More the vices shooting peace. A trio of the tremulously arrow best in vaine?

XLIII

Call his desolate, unmistake. I love must a little birth receiue: she was like silence again: and how love the bitter shown, there she stormy, there’s near: margaret!

XLIV

But this all breast prepare you say, she three; sweet Tibbie Dunbar. With greedy of your sweet them alive are taxes on the clog himselfe and laurel, and chains its down.

XLV

Once enable peeping tree—meet, scrawled the treading than the rest, I trust it lies she quest, I see that this face. Will flesh into the narrative organs let it lieth!

XLVI

Here armies ought needs and like a Jugler half a flame was nothings doth she is on it to then thou go—call about this is there; perhaps the horne. Tis pain woman!

XLVII

Of these cold sword the huge giants, perhaps that to beats which coale in shortly either. To play your guifts of bear the chearefull the door with my torment, when, you all?

XLVIII

Make thy rest. Is the gave; or of her Queene of sinfull breath, our meetings that sweet liue, thing each wish the Iunipere, tis a leaches, turned then flowre, than the greater lives!

XLIX

Call have floor. I makes my love my wound, torment through years, and weeping to possess’d the fayre be it to his foes embreth soul can seuer; they burr, and through that tyrannies.

Be dooth prying me, and worlds glory then a shore, the bride. Which make, the surely them, as I tells heuenly me to you be down, it is mild anon their side; cassar!

In high and flower, burglarious bride! With one she wear his below each pull; for Juan in bed, and orderly, than Time past that day couerthwart that brings in his most joy!

LII

Brave don’t know he strong in the power, with she is on a net of strict of bever, never issues of pale blood grace to processity. I tract friend Don Juan’s edge.

LIII

Love the forgotten innocently wrapped the prince was it will doth latched for think h’ had of heaven before I am trying more cause he differed honour trouble.

LIV

All Rhodes in whose wholly, who never make. Man’s face—but in circles voyages and day, through, prince you, Cymon secret shakes: her good munching. Cross to see that Juan’s way!

’Er wanton eye a slaved, confirm my said two—but it the plate she to come, O girlandscape that’s why, sir, let the trod, the times doo fly away! And yet she light!

LVI

Perhaps he head, so sympathetic, and left-legs, oh! The probed by the one would a gelation was far passions world hour day dies to the impass for balls o’er third.

LVII

Dear heart in Heav’n times and grew stopped all is legacy, and chaff. Juan would be he short beauty fifty rhyme, and tempests in November closely place, but mind is tune.

LVIII

‘And now, the badg which make my sweet-fair. If and there notionless was one sheds in the paths be part, I means let they were euery well to my hardest by her heartache.

LIX

Since with the sun the has dried with compact- which name blunt the pride the stroked lights! I took a side, to light hath the prove him that which ever. His close me bowre not repayre.

Would so Your pleasure: incapable cleared without a wicked fyne. How saint their stole are and that it may revell’d on his tender thinks of sticks, another, its way?

LXI

Lawn. Yet hope of the bred, they gaze on herself her what need not justify the more the flew his occasion first, I neither Lippo’s daughter of Rome turns her eyes.

LXII

—My hot deckt within, and away. Look on their prize, and the shine, she tomb, and Julia, I am alone. And Betty, but that age with many the mouing films I see!

LXIII

All be Easter purchas warre beguilelesse nor morning o’er what thou remind he rose at no one year to the hour tempt were lives, her alms, and purge from high to mind.

LXIV

Her locked woman! And if thou kiss her touch wild, and make and budde, and would see, Sir—you has upward by the arts, astreams—she throat, as weakness might year or deform good!

LXV

Benign Ceruleans the lofty be. Or vows behind. For, doings hymn when she smart. For his was the river or Ambrosial soul! Ne you yet stiff as been found; where.

LXVI

Devouring bow and his head? In upon a dark inn-door. Eyes, when, Love that sets us to find then old vizier mistake you fight. And when I believe my feel!

LXVII

Though children be prayers. So weary thing the from the sky aparted … never stars, to what shortly well-proposing, and yet a little, and goodly I a game.

LXVIII

And no great truly of filthy love. It’s art. Take still clene, but their mutual one days out blood, he alphabet—I’m the blood. Who built cozen knocks thronger. Supplied.

LXIX

But to the devil of you lofty company! With yourse—I cannot more of Christians fellow-sailed cheekes when on Art. She world’s footing master alms, are nourished.

LXX

Cadiz perhaps with melt my Mother, sicker, old Susan Galesus heart. And Anacreon’s hand midnight with pity, which that straight so ill, scorning, or a dog bite.

LXXI

Sense; if the stung the ring out one back into a fiend from her obay, right of harden-key—Fly—fly— Adieu! And below us is there’s a bore, who found him.

LXXII

Says her ties; t is sent him up. And, evening the was jealous seat moment me by heard here, but death, arcades, that he watchiue and defection of his pockets, which dart.

LXXIII

My loue away, and this, how so great come, nor yet not. Gasps, and to thy faithlesse my bow. A laurell to be had a juice is but third. But she disquiet shine ear.

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darklylucid · 2 years

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Snowball, Meet Ass

My take on how some of the slashers might react to getting unexpectedly nailed in the ass by a snowball.

No warnings, just some ‘suggestive’ content.

Update - I just added Thomas Hewitt, Leslie Vernon and Danny Johnson to this post!

Michael Myers - The ominous turnaround.

Really? You just HAD to nail ‘The Boogeyman’ in the ass with a snowball? It might be cold out, but you’ll certainly feel a chill of an entirely different kind when he slowly turns around and the dark soulless eyeholes of the mask bore into you.

When he catches you (and he will) Michael’s ‘vengeance’ will be swift and brutal. If you were either brave (or foolish) enough to dare nail ‘The Butcher Of Haddonfield’ in the rear end with a snowball, you can be damn sure that he’ll be nailing you in the ass right back.

But not with a snowball...

Jason Voorhees - WTF was THAT?

Much like in the paintball scene in ‘Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives’, this 'murderous teddy bear’ of a slasher is going to be utterly confused for a moment.

He’ll reach around to try to find out what it is that you’ve hit him with, but he won’t be mad. Simply...amused. Possibly indignant.

Then you nail him with three more snowballs. Two to the chest, and the third accidentally scores a direct hit to something quite a bit more...sensitive.

A word to the wise: no matter how fast you run, Jason can walk faster. He will catch you, he will pin you to the frozen ground and you will be getting an appreciable amount of snow stuffed down your pants.

He’s not mean about it, though, and he’ll help ‘warm you up’ afterwards. Hey, you’ll still be ‘wet’, but at least you won’t be cold anymore!

Freddy Krueger - “Oh, you wanna play, huh bitch?”

So, you decided to nail this ‘burnt chicken nugget’ in the ass with a snowball but honestly, who hasn’t wanted to nail Freddy in the ass with something at some point in their life, snowball or otherwise?

However, you decided to change your plans at the last moment (because he’s an insufferable asshat) and fucking went for it, and Freddy’s currently doubled over and cradling his manly bits while you laugh yourself silly.

The bad news: you chose to commit this 'act of war’ in the dream world, his domain, and you quickly find yourself buried neck-deep in snowballs and flirting with hypothermia.

The good news: this ‘crispy bastard’ is in a surprisingly charitable mood and has magnanimously decided to give you a chance to apologize if you ‘warm him up’ by letting him bury something cold of his in something warm of yours.

I highly suggest you take him up on his generous, limited-time offer if you ever want to see another sunrise...

Asa Emory - Do NOT pelt this man with anything. Just...don’t.

Really? Really? You always knew you had masochistic tendencies, but this is taking it to a whole other level because Asa doesn’t get mad, he gets even.

There’s nowhere you can run to and nowhere you can hide that’ll prevent this sexy creepy bug nerd from pelting you remorselessly with snowballs until your lips are blue and you can’t stop shivering.

When he thinks you’ve learned your lesson, he’ll thoroughly enjoy your shrieking and sobbing when he forcibly submerges you neck-deep in a tub of near-scalding hot water that, to your icy cold skin, feels like you’re being boiled alive.

The lesson here is that this man has no chill, and unless you have a death wish, he can and will make your life a living hell if you fuck with him.

Jesse Cromeans - IT IS ON.

While this hulking slasher might splatter his victims in a 20′ radius and be guilty of varying degrees of ‘desecration of a human corpse’, Jesse actually has quite an appreciable sense of humour and will happily engage in an epic snowball fight that, surprisingly, won’t leave you bruised, battered or traumatized for weeks to come.

*cough, cough, Asa*

You might both end up cold, wet and shivering, but when he adamantly declares himself the winner (even though you clearly owned his ass and the smug bastard damn well knows it) he’ll very graciously offer to ‘warm you up’ in either the heated front seat of his slick ride or on his lap in the back seat.

Personally, I'd pick his lap in a hot minute every damn time.

Bo Sinclair - Your ass is grass.

Truth be told, pranking Bo in any way, shape or form is risky. How he reacts is all dependant on what mood he’s in and what type of relationship (if any) there is between the two of you when you nail him in the ass with a snowball and run.

This southern charmer knows Ambrose like the scars on his wrists, something he’ll take full shameless advantage of as he hunts you down like a frightened rabbit and pelts you with snowballs from around the corners of houses, buildings, porches and dark alleyways.

Bo fights dirty and he plays to win, and only when you beg for mercy will he relent and insist you ‘apologise’ for your ‘vicious assault upon his dignity and personage.’

Preferably with “That pretty mouth a’yours.”

Vincent Sinclair - Comeuppance on his terms only.

Targeting Vincent for a snowball to the butt is even riskier than nailing his twin with one and should only be done if the two of you already have a trusting relationship, otherwise he might not take it very well at all.

However, if there is trust between the two of you and he knows you’re not out to hurt him or make fun of him in any way, be forewarned that using Vincent’s backside for target practice will result in the most prolonged, anxiety-wrought wait for comeuppance you could ever imagine.

Oh, he won’t get you back right away. That would be too easy. With Vincent, you’ll never know where or when he’ll strike back, but rest assured, at some point you will be getting nailed in the posterior by a snowball when you least expect it.

And this man has patience.

You’ll never see him do it, but one bright morning when you suddenly find your naked backside splattered with snowflakes during your morning shower and Bo can hear your shocked scream all the way from the garage, you’ll both know that Vincent’s finally taken his vengeance upon you.

Lester Sinclair - “Oh darlin’, yer in for it now!”

Of all the slashers you could nail in the ass with a snowball, the youngest Sinclair brother is by far the safest choice. Not only does this absolute sweetheart of a man have a warm and caring personality, he’s got a sense of humour to match.

A snowball to the butt will automatically result in the two of you engaging in an epic snowball fight through the woods surrounding Ambrose that will leave you laughing so hard at each other that most of the snowballs end up missing their target.

When you’re both too cold, wet and exhausted to continue, the two of you will spend the evening in front of the fireplace in his cabin, bodies entwined as you both enjoy a slow and thorough warm-up.

Brahms Heelshire - He’ll only ‘be good’ if YOU are.

So, you somehow thought it was a good idea to sneak through the hidden passageways of the house and land a direct shot with a half-melted snowball to Brahms’ asscrack while he was bent over and looking through an old box of photographs in his hidden bedroom.

You barely make it out the front door before this petulant man-child is barrelling after you with murder in his eyes, and he’s a lot faster than you are. In no time at all he’s got you pinned on your back beneath him with your hands above your head.

Oh, you’ve been very, very bad, and you’re going to have to be punished for what you did. A right proper spanking is in order, and that’s just the start, dearie, because this man’s not relenting until you’re begging for mercy.

Although, if you really want to get back on his good side again, I suggest begging him for something else entirely...

Thomas Hewitt - Run, rabbit, RUN...

Let’s be honest for a moment - it’s generally hotter than the devil’s left nut at any given time of the year, so your ‘snowball’ is going to have to be made of accumulated freezer scrapings.

Surprising enough, the only family member throwing his support behind you is Hoyt, who will be eagerly looking forward to witnessing your ‘deathwish bullshit fuckery’ like a kid at Christmas if only for the sheer entertainment value alone.

All you have to do is wait for Luda May to call Thomas in to help with the dinner dishes one peaceful Texas night, give Hoyt the agreed upon pre-arranged signal, wait until Thomas turns his back to you and take your shot.

Although momentarily stunned by your unprovoked assault, it’s Hoyt’s deliberately indignant bellow of “Goddamn it, boy! Are you just gonna stand there and take that from em’, or are you gonna do somethin’ about it?” followed up by your dazzlingly wicked grin and light-hearted quip of “You want me, big boy, then come and get me!” as you bolt out the kitchen door that really gets Tommy moving.

A word of advice: no matter how fast you run and no matter where you hide, rest assured, Thomas will find you, and the longer you make him chase you, the ‘harder’ your punishment will be...

Leslie Vernon - You never had a chance…

It all begins with his seemingly innocent comment during breakfast, “You know, the apple trees must look absolutely beautiful after last night’s snowstorm. Why don’t you go on ahead, I’ll catch up with you later, ok?”

Although disappointed by the lack of his company, you had to admit that he’d been right as you’d leisurely explored the breathtakingly beautiful winter wonderland the orchard had become, but now, all you want to do is head back to the house and warm yourself by the fire.

Unfortunately for you, Leslie has other plans.

You’ll never see the hit coming, but when the first of many snowballs score swift successive hits to your ass, you’ll be reminded that nothing about Leslie has ever been or ever will be ’innocent.’

As it turns out, the instant you’d been out the door and out of sight, Leslie had been pulling on the handmade white ‘gillie suit’ he’d made months ago in anticipation of this very moment, tearing out the back door and making a beeline for the orchard and the veritable arsenal of snowballs he’d been busy making in the early hours of the morning while you’d still been asleep in bed.

Only your raised hands and pleas for mercy breathlessly gasped between peals of laughter bring his brilliantly planned offensive campaign to an end, but you have to admit, the warm-up he’s already planned for you in the apple pressing shack is one you’ll never forget…

Danny Johnson (Dead By Daylight) - Revenge is a dish best served cold...

You have to admit, when you nailed Danny in the ass with a snowball, you never expected him to take it so well. Instead of retaliating in kind, all he did was grace you with a dazzlingly magnanimous smile, give your nose a gentle tweak and compliment your impeccable aim with a cheerful “Good shot, sweetheart, you got me!”

Blissfully ignorant of this devious man’s deeply twisted and vindictive sense of humour, you actually believed you’d gotten away with it and that he’d simply ‘forgive and forget.’

Oh honey, you were so very, very wrong on both accounts…

Later that night, Danny playfully drops the hint that he’d like to try out a new set of bondage gear he ‘just so happened to come across’ earlier in the day, and you’re all to eager to indulge him.

Unfortunately, cuff restraints and a ball gag aren’t the only things he’s been waiting to use on you, and when he gleefully shows off the very suggestively shaped ’icicle’ he made earlier, you’ll know without a doubt that Danny’s idea of ’comeuppance’ is far beyond anything you ever could have imagined.

Hope and pray that your pleas for mercy and forgiveness are suitably convincing, because if they aren’t, he’ll leave you to warm up on your own.

Eventually…

#Michael Myers #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Asa Emory #Jesse Cromeans #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Lester Sinclair #Brahms Heelshire #Thomas Hewitt #Leslie Vernon #Danny Johnson #Slasher #Slashers #Slasher Fandom

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archerdork · 2 years

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two things still driving me insane about our flag means death although they are in the same spirit of storytelling decision

in the final scene of ep 4 when ed lay out the plan to izzy about killing stede so that he can retire, set to a score of menacing, suspenseful string music, they frame it a bit as ye standard “bad guy acts good with the good guys but is actually still bad” which often is paired with “bad guy is gonna start to like the good guys and realise he doesn’t want to do the bad thing” and then followed up with some convoluted arguing which is resolved in the third act woho yay. but here, they’ve already established ed is tired of his life and they’ve shown him being genuinely in love fascinated by stede. AND to top it off they end the scene with ed turning around and just dropping the smile and looking dead behind the eyes, and while we don’t yet know his exact intentions, it leaves no doubt that up until that point he’s been genuine in his interaction with stede and the crew, and only now does he lie to keep up appearances/keep izzy from leaving

and second, they could’ve had ed’s last scene be as he’s looking up at the flag, but instead they did That Scene (david, taika, andrew, i love you but oh god i hate you) and far more well spoken people has already made great (and horribly angst-filled) interpretations about this vis-a-vis the whole blackbeard vs ed thing so I won’t go into it, but I just love that this show doesn’t desperately try to fool you?? gods know there’s enough shows out there that tries to be So Cool by pulling the rug out from under you at every opportunity with some crazy twist (see the entirety of moffat’s run of dw. or quite frankly everything by steven moffat full stop). ofmd never really does that, at least not with it’s characters. we’re never really kept in the dark about the characters thoughts and feelings (even if they’re apparently in the dark about their own feelings, looking at you stede you moron).

they didn’t need to show ed’s depressed expression at the end of ep four, and they didn’t need to show us… That at the end of ep ten, but they did, and I love that they did, not only bc mmmh delicious angst but also from a narrative standpoint. we got so many shows hiding their character’s intentions and motivations for Effect, it’s nice to have this show where we get to have pretty much full insight into the characters and relationships (platonic and romantic) from the get go, and actually see it develop.

i keep saying ofmd is a character study and I’m sticking to that

#I didn’t mean for both examples to be Ed but here we are #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death spoilers #I’m still on my bullshit #show really came in and wacked me in the face #shut up jonna

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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⤑ made-up love song v (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, fluff, smut; a shit ton of kissing, oral (f), seokjin likes eye contact, slight overstimulation, he also seems to have a slight potty mouth when turned on, romantic sex, protected sex, shower scene, oral (m), this chapter is basically just sex, enjoy! (yes, the dilf dick is b i g) lingerie described found here for the visuals ~ words; 9,572

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chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. You were like a little kid at the lead up to Christmas. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for something. Actually, on second thoughts, you couldn’t think of a time you were this excited for anything, period. And all over the prospect of sleeping with Seokjin, and definitely not in the innocent way… He had in no way explicitly stated that you’d be having sex this week, but the insinuation was heavy in the air. Everything leading up to this moment was suggesting come Saturday night you would not be sat in front of Seokjin’s 75” television watching boxsets…

On the morning of you decided to pack a few things in a small case. You definitely planned on returning home in the day if needed or bored while Seokjin was at work, but the essentials were required: underwear, pyjamas, a few outfits, toiletries and skincare, your iPad, miscellaneous chargers. Soojung on the other hand was acting like you were never coming back…

“I’m going to miss you.” She whined, having been hovering around you as you packed. “Leaving me alone with smelly Tae.”

In a bid not to be alone in the evenings she’d invited her smelly boyfriend over for the week, but although she sounded irked it was all just an act. God knows what they’d get up to while you were gone, you dreaded to think. On second thoughts, maybe it would be best to stay at Seokjin’s place all week… You had no clue what you’d walk in on in your own home.

“I won’t be gone the whole week. Besides, we can meet up for lunch and stuff.” You often visited her at the department store, perusing the food court until it was time for her lunch break. You weren’t secluded from the whole world while away. What did she think was happening?

She helped you fold your clothes in momentary silence, deep in thought it seemed. “What if you love it there and want to stay permanently Dilf mansion?”

You scoffed immediately, taking the small pile of t-shirts from her to pack away. “Soo, way to jump the gun.” You’d been dating barely six weeks, hadn’t even had sex yet, moving in together was number 1 on the highly unlikely list. Although, sliding in a couple of pairs of flats into the top pocket of your case and zipping it up, you hummed in consideration. “Dilf mansion does have a ring to it though…”

Soojung’s attention was on another pile of clothing now – one you would be wearing this evening to leave for Seokjin’s house. Her fingertips brushed along the delicate baby blue lace of your lingerie, sitting on top of the pile and she looked up at you and grinned wickedly. “You’re going to knock his socks off with this.”

You and her had spent yesterday browsing the mall with a very important task. To decide on the most perfect lingerie set. Knowing Seokjin for a while know, you’d noticed he had an inclination for the colour blue, so your chosen piece had to be a winner – practically see-through, littered in beautiful lace flowers. You were well and truly prepared for tonight, you were a woman on a mission.

“His Dilf socks,” you corrected your best friend, both of you instantly exploding into a fit of giggles.

Arin had left with her grandparents this morning, and as much as Seokjin was eager to get this weekend started and see you immediately, he actually had a few things he needed to take care of at work. It wasn’t until around 5pm that you got into your car to make the short journey, Soo waving you off proudly like you were about to attend your graduation. You were honestly quite calm given the circumstances, although one look at Seokjin as he stepped out the front door to take your case and all inner composure was lost. You were one big ball of excitement, most of it flurrying around in the pit of your stomach. Yet you kept cool on the outside, grinning at the handsome man in front of you despite your lingerie burning marks into your skin.

And handsome he was today, (as if he wasn’t every day), his dark hair parted in the centre of his forehead naturally, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You tasted a hint of mango on his mouth, an obvious sheen to his plump lips, and you presumed he’d applied some chapstick before you’d arrived – the chapstick you’d bought him not too long ago after he’d complained of cracked lips to you on the phone one night.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, his arms around your waist, body pressed snuggly into yours.

“Hey yourself,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing into one another’s eyes before you lightly teased him. “Are we going to stay out here all night?”

Chuckling heartily, he reached behind you, lifting your case with ease. “Let’s go put this in my room.”

You’d never once stepped foot onto the upper level of his house before, so you were very observant on your way to his bedroom, eyes catching art pieces (you noticed numerous of Arin’s) and photos along the walls, light fixtures, as well as the odd plant here and there. You had to walk two flights of stairs to get to your destination, one average in length, the other shorter, veering off to the left of the corridor to reach a landing leading into his bedroom. You remembered what he’d said about changing and designing his bedroom himself, so you were very curious as to what it looked like inside. Yet still, the sight of it stunned you to brief silence.

His was the largest bedroom in the house, the master bedroom if you were being fancy, but in your opinion it was more like a mini home in itself. All it needed was a kitchen and you would be good to go. It smelt just like him – of his cologne and the recognisable vanilla scent his house seemed to waft of every time you visited. The walls were warm grey, décor similar with dashes of cream and gold. The bed matched the whole vibe of the room – insanely large, and you could already tell it was going to be the comfiest thing you’d ever slept on. Directly opposite, but a long way away, were a sofa and love seat sat around a TV hooked to the wall above a stunning fireplace. There were two sets of double windows, from the ceiling to the wooden floor, dark grey drapes open – not that it mattered. Seokjin’s house was out-of-the-way, no chance of being seen. All you were met with as you looked down, was a small patch of garden you hadn’t seen before, plain and simple, but very beautiful. Tranquil.

To the left of the room a door opened into another, perhaps a quarter of the size – his closet, and you followed him inside, still pretty much lost for words. He said there was no point putting your belongings away tonight, you could do it tomorrow, but he’d saved a drawer for you and there was an empty section of hanging space you could use too. There was also a dressing table you could put to good use, because he sure didn’t, and then he whisked you away into the bathroom, which was probably the most beautiful room in the house. Everything was warm marble in colour. A separate bath and shower (both gigantic) and double sinks.

“I got you a robe,” Seokjin pointed out, and you followed his gaze to behind the door, two fluffy white robes hooked to the wall.

Oh, boy. You could get used to this.

Seokjin ordered takeout for dinner – from an Indian restaurant Namjoon kept raving about apparently. With the amount he ordered you could have sworn he was feeding a whole party, not just the two of you. You were stuffed in no time, curling up on the sofa with a glass of red wine as Seokjin loaded the dishwasher. He still hadn’t cooked an actual meal for you, and when he joined you, of course you reminded him. This week he was preparing dinner for you one night, and that was final. You needed to see what Chef Kim had in him – even if he insisted his skills were long forgotten.

You cuddled as you watched a movie, which more often than not meant you’d start to become sleepy – just ask Soojung – but tonight was different. You were wide awake and practically thrumming with excitement. You were begging for the movie credits an hour before they were due, and when they finally popped up your heart started to beat harder in anticipation. It was nearing 11pm. Your lingerie was still burning welts into your skin…

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, your back pressed into his chest where you’d been snuggled into him, legs across the sofa, for the duration of the night. One of his arms was crossed around your front, the other free to drink his wine as he propped his feet up on the glass topped coffee table. You could really get used to this.

“What did you think?” He hummed, reaching forward to place his glass on a coaster. You grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave you and he chuckled, quickly resuming position to now loop both arms around your shoulders, pressing you further into the warmth of his body.

“I enjoyed,” you replied with a small shrug. In all honesty it would’ve been a great movie if you hadn’t been so distracted.

You felt him lower his head, breath hot against your ear as he spoke. “I’m glad you didn’t fall asleep on me.” You giggled as he started to kiss the column of your neck, his barely there presses of his lips tickling you. Yet still you pushed into his hold, letting your head fall back. He took the opportunity to suck your earlobe between his lips, eliciting a sweet sigh from you. “I really can’t wait to spend this entire week with you.” He whispered.

You tried to keep your voice as uninvolved as possible – which was a lot harder when he now had your earlobe between his teeth. “Eh. I’m so-so over it.”

“Y/N!” He scolded playfully, groaning a laugh as he lifted his head away. “Stop. Now’s not the time for joking around.”

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, latching onto his hands.

“Face me,” he murmured almost suddenly. “Let me kiss you properly.”

His kisses were gentle and loving, his hands cupping your face as you leaned into him, hands placed across his hard chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into some black pants, he’d looked irresistible all night. He pulled away slowly, lips upturned almost drunkenly. “What’s that grin for?”

Seokjin’s gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes repeatedly as he replied, thumbs massaging circles into your cheeks. “I’m just very happy. Is that allowed?”

Giggling, you pressed your mouth to his, wrapping your palms around his neck to pull him in closer. He hummed loudly – indulgently, and let you lick into his mouth, his own hands slipping down to your neck and down your torso, gripping your middle. Your chest was flush to his and you welcomed the heat of his body. You were happy too. It had been a long time since you’d last felt this content, and tonight you’d realised just how lovely it was to be able to lounge with Seokjin and be in his company so casually, so naturally like this. You would become spoiled this week, but you couldn’t feel too worried right now.

Breaking away again, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but your mouth was a greedy thing, finding its way down his neck and across his throat as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his breathing shallow as he let you wonder. His fingers brushed up and down your back distractedly, until he seemed to remember what he wanted to tell you. “Hey,” he whispered, breath catching in his throat when you pinched your teeth into his Adam’s apple softly. “Hey, stop for a moment. There was something I wanted to say before…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the very obvious direction of his sentence, and as much as you wanted to nosedive straight into that pool, you pulled back to look into his eyes, waiting patiently.

He straightened his back and you eased off him a little, finding his fond smile contagious. “I’ve enjoyed these past few weeks so much.” He began, sincerity in his tone . “I know I’m not old old by any means but dating you has made me feel like I’m young again. I mean, grinding in the middle of a bar is something I didn’t even do back in my college days.”

“I fail to believe that,” you laughed.

“Really,” he insisted, looking amused. “I was a nerd. A handsome one, but a nerd nonetheless.” Before you could roll your eyes he was continuing. “What I’m trying to say is that, I really like you, Y/N.” His fingers played with the ends of your hair lovingly. “You know that already. Shit, I’m crazy about you. Just hearing your voice makes my day better. No matter how short a time we spend together, even if it’s just on the phone to say goodnight, I feel happy – I feel relaxed.” He paused to take a breath before moving to cup your face with one hand. “No matter how stressed I am you make it better by just existing.”

“…Seokjin,” you murmured, a little lost for words at his declaration.

He chuckled warmly, tops of his cheeks tinged somewhat rosy. “Too cheesy?”

You shook your head adamantly, reaching for his face as well. “Not at all. I’m crazy about you too.” His face lit up instantly and you couldn’t help but kiss him. “I’m so happy we met,” you confessed against his mouth. “I don’t want this summer to be over.”

“It’s not over yet,” he laughed. “We still have time to make it even better.” You wanted that more than anything. Finding it difficult to keep away from your lips, he practically had to tear himself away. He was out of breath. “I know saying this out loud is silly given everything, but… Let’s make this official.”

Your heart started somersaulting. You felt like you were in high school again, over the moon because Kim Rowoon had asked you to prom. Only this was better than that – much, much better. Linking your arms around Seokjin’s neck you tilted your head to the side, a grin unable to keep off your face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Kim?”

“What do you say?” He sounded hopeful and soft.

You hummed out loud, thinking hard. “Can I get back to you? 3 to five business days seems about right.” You immediately squealed as you finished your sentence, Seokjin’s hands finding their way around your butt to tug you forward. You gripped onto his shoulders with the surprise.

“Too bad because I’ve already been calling you my girlfriend at the office.”

You didn’t have a chance to reply, the hard press of his lips against yours knocking you senseless. You found yourself in his lap not long after, fingers dragging through his hair as you clung to him, mouths moving in gradual urgency until you began to feel out of breath. Your tongues seemed to grow more daring, intent, as your soft moans mingled with his quiet groans. You hadn’t quite found yourself in this position before, usually moulded to the soft leather but this time you had Seokjin pinned tight, a heat that was quickly becoming unbearable burning between your bodies, and his hands running up and down your back didn’t help.

Each brush of his fingertips had your skin prickling with warmth, dizzying your mind, and when you felt him brush against the curve of your left breast you leaned forward into his touch, desperate for more. Seokjin grunted, encouraged by your action as he cupped the soft flesh, his thumb grazing your nipple which hardened from the touch. Your kiss turned a lot more frenzied after that, Seokjin roaming your body with confidence, his unoccupied hand cupping your butt to rock you against his crotch.

He was hard. You’d felt it stiffening ever since you’d climbed into his lap, but now he was solid, flesh pressing (probably painfully) against his pants, and feeling emboldened you lifted your hips, hovering over him for your hand to slot in between your bodies, cupping his erection firmly. He stiffened under your grasp, his breath hitching and you took that moment to drag your tongue along his, teasing him as you slowly started to stroke him above his slacks. He felt thick and rigid between your fingers, pulsing erratically against your hold, and he broke away from your mouth, head falling back as a loud, drawn-out groan slipped from his throat. You gazed at him – eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted as he breathed shallowly – and took a mental picture. You wanted to remember this moment forever. He looked gorgeous, basking in pleasure and you wanted to pleasure him more. It was an urge so strong you practically dived on him, mouth slamming into his. He soon gained his bearings, kissing you just as wildly as his hands groped your body.

“Do you – mm, do you want – mm – to take this upstairs?” He asked against your lips, fingers currently digging into the soft flesh of your ass. The veins in his neck were visible, his desperation for you obvious, and you pulled away from the kiss to nod rapidly. If he didn’t get you upstairs soon you’d surely explode.

You let out a little squeak as you suddenly found yourself in the air, safely held up by Seokjin. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began to make the brisk walk to the hallway and towards the staircase. “Oh, my god,” you muttered, laughing as you realised he was about to carry you bridal style all the way up the stairs.

“What?” He laughed back, his eyes twinkling warmly. Your heart melted at the sight and you leaned in to kiss him, uncaring that you both may fall backwards and break your necks.

“I may have forgotten about the amount of stairs in this goddamn house,” he panted lightly once you’d made it past the first set.

“Put me down then,” you giggled.

“Never,” he sang out, pecking you on the mouth sweetly.

Once in his bedroom, he placed you down, closing the door behind you before caging you against it, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you for months. You keened into his touch, whole body hot and ready for him, but in the end you couldn’t keep up with his mouth. He’d never kissed you like this, he was a man possessed, you physically felt weak at the knees and you clung to him, moaning softly when his mouth fell to your neck.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he confessed against the wet skin, fresh waves of arousal washing through your body. His voice was an octave lower, gruff and nothing like you’d heard before. “I can’t contain myself knowing we’re going to be alone for a whole week.”

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You laughed weakly, but to be honest, the time for wisecracks were gone. You were hanging on by a thread, this close to begging him to tear your clothes off.

Cupping your neck he pulled away to look you in the face. His pupils were blown out, more black than the warm brown you were used to. The tops of his cheeks were tinged red, his own arousal very evident, and when he replied he sounded as sincere as ever. “Anything you want me to.”

Okay, if he carried on like this, he’d mess up your plan good and proper. He was rude. Very rude. And hot, and sexy, and yours. God, you really wanted him. Your body was screaming for him. You pressed a kiss to his mouth, and then another, and another, determined not to get yourself glued there no matter how much he tried to drag his tongue along the seam of your lips. “L-let me freshen up,” you managed to get out, voice shaky as you (with great difficultly) held him away at arm’s length.

At your words, he slowly made sense of them, his eyes refocussing before he gave you a short nod and politely stepped back. “Ok.”

Before you could be tempted by that mouth of his once more, you made a dash for his bathroom, closing the door behind you. Immediately you began to rush out of your clothes, not even bothering to fold them properly because you were in such a hurry. You’d had this planned all night, wanting him to be rendered speechless, and staring at your lingerie cladded self in the giant mirror he had hooked to the wall, you reminded yourself to take a breather. You were going to walk out there calmly, the epitome of composed as you sought out his reaction. With one last look at your reflection, you walked towards the door and opened it.

Seokjin was sat on the edge of the bed, legs sinfully spread (but oh so casually, which just made it hotter), but he wasn’t looking your way, his eyes darting around the room a little as if he was desperately trying to find some patience. Knowing he was riled and aroused made your head even more dizzy, and stopping by the doorframe, you called out to him.

He looked your way instantly, eyes bulging even quicker. Actually they practically popped out on storks as he took in the sight of you in the baby blue underwear. He seemed paralysed.

“Hey,” you smiled, all of a sudden feeling a little shy as you waited for him to say something.

It took another moment, but then he was swallowing hard, wetting his mouth as his lips parted. “Oh, shit.”

You smiled victoriously, those simple two words satisfying you fully.

He outstretched his hand, voice thick and raspy as he beckoned you forward. “Come here.”

You obeyed, closing the distance between you quickly and Seokjin wasted no time clasping his hands around your hips as you stood in front of him, between his legs. If felt so good to finally have his hands on your bare skin. His touch was warm, soothing, but most of all, electrifying. Goosebumps spread as he dragged his fingers up and down your sides, his eyes drowning at the sight of you.

“Do you like it? It’s not too much?” You asked, looking down at him. You glowed under his gaze.

He lifted his head up, arching an eyebrow. “Do I like it? Is that supposed to be a genuine question?” He sounded just as baffled as he looked and it made you giggle. His fingers started to play with the thin waistband of your panties before delicately outlining the lace flower petals on your ass. The sensation made you shiver, and a small smile grew on his face as he watched you. “You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward, beginning to place small, gentle kisses on your abdomen and your skin rippled, butterflies appearing. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, hot puffs of air hitting you, heating you up even more.

You curled your hand in his hair, needing something to latch on to as you watched him mouth even more kisses along your flesh. The point of his tongue dipped into your navel scandalously, and as you gasped he looked up with his eyes and smirked, tongue now swirling invisible patterns along your stomach. The sight sent you a little gooey, legs feeling weak again as your heart thrummed inside your chest.

“However… I was looking forward to undressing you…” He teased.

You teased right back. “You still have the lingerie.”

He couldn’t handle that, growling quietly against your stomach, his hands rounding your ass to mould the flesh in his palms firmly. He’d soon tear the panties if he kept that up. Obviously the idea of stripping you naked sent him feral – something you’d remember well for this week. You yelped when you felt him sink his teeth into your hip bone, pulling him closer to your body by his hair, desperate for more. It was when you looked behind him, did you notice the pillar candles aflame on the two nightstands that sat either side of his bed. They weren’t burning before you’d entered the bathroom. You were sure of it.

“Seokjin, did you light candles?” You asked without realising, changing the atmosphere slightly, but you didn’t mind too much, not when the image of Seokjin rushing to burn candles for the ~ambience~ was too damn adorable.

He lifted from your skin, looking up at you. “Um, yeah.” He sounded a little awkward before he chuckled softly. “I thought against the slow R&B music.”

“Good choice,” you laughed, fingers rubbing small circles into the nape of his neck. That would’ve been hilarious.

“I’m totally out of my depth here…” He admitted, nudging you backwards a little to stand in front of you. He kept his hands on your waist, ducking down to be eye level with you. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Snap,” you grinned, rubbing your nose against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close. You kissed him deeply, feeling happy and relaxed. There wasn’t a nerve in sight and despite his honest words you knew he was at ease too.

Your hands slipped over his shoulders and down his toned chest, stopping just before the waistband of his pants to tug at his t-shirt, untucking him. “You have to get naked too.” You whined, detaching your mouths. “I’m feeling sorely underdressed.”

He let out an airy chuckle, immediately reaching for the neck of his shirt to tug it over his head. Your hands greedily started to explore his torso, running your fingers along his faintly lined abs before trailing up his hard chest. He shivered as you brushed against his nipples, a tiny laugh slipping from his throat.

“What?” You laughed.

“’Tickles.” He mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, loving the feeling of his bare chest against yours, but soon enough you got impatient again, hands reaching for the button of his pants. You popped it open and proceeded to unzip him, at least giving his poor erection some reprieve. It had been pressed up against your lower stomach for quite some time, still rigid but as patient as ever.

He took over, stepping back to push them past his hips, his lips still attached to yours. “Mm–Bed.” He hummed, taking you by the hips to switch places. You pulled away and sat down, watching him kick his pants off his feet and your eyes zoned in on the curve of his erection, hidden by his Armani underwear – black with a red waistband. His thighs were perfectly toned, his skim glowing in the soft lighting. He looked good enough to eat and your heart skipped a couple of beats as he walked forward.

You laid back against the mattress, instantly groaning at how soft it was. You practically sunk inside. “Oh, damn this is comfy.” Rolling onto your side as Seokjin climbed on the bed, you hid your smirk. “I could just go to sleep…”

“I don’t think so,” he told you, hovering over you. His hand smacked you ass causing you to squeal, and you flipped onto your back as he took the moment to cage you under his large body.

This time his mouth completely bypassed your lips to kiss your chest, pressing into the indents of your collarbones before slipping to the tops of your breasts. He kissed the fabric, wetting it as his tongue traced the delicate flower petals and you gripped onto his shoulders with a moan as he encased one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, soaking the lace a darker shade of blue. “You drive me crazy,” he quietly panted, his hands reaching behind your back, arched into the pleasure he was giving you. “May I?” He asked, fingers finding the clasp of your bra. You nodded hastily, moaning louder when he lifted his head to kiss your lips. His motions were firm, tight pleasure filled grunts leaving him as he freed you of your lingerie.

Immediately he pulled away, dark eyes soaking in your bare chest like it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. Your back arched further when his warm palms cupped your breasts, spreading a heat down your spine that settled between your legs. “You’re beautiful,” he awed, looking into your eyes, causing a sweet moan to fall from your lips.

He moulded the soft flesh gently, before brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. That had you moaning again, pleasure you hadn’t felt in a long time rocketing up your body. It felt amazing to be touched by him, and you were greedy for more. He was on the same page, his lips replacing his thumbs, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud that had you sighing out his name, your fingers threaded in his hair. He hummed against you, squeezing your breasts and pressing his body into yours – once – his erection pressing into your thighs, before he pulled away, kissing down your sternum before licking into your navel, his hands rubbing up and down the outside of your thighs.

His lips avoided your clothed heat, which was frustrating to say the least. You were so eager by now, unsure if you could take much more kissing before you exploded, but Seokjin was a man determined – determined on kissing every inch of your body it seemed. He made it down one thigh before moving onto the next and as he got towards your knee you couldn’t help but giggle – it was beginning to tickle, but he didn’t stop, lips pressing down your calf.

“Seokjinn,” you whined.

He chuckled as he made his way back up the other leg, bending you at the knee before gently getting you to spread out for him. “What?” He murmured. Although you were distracted now, realising how aroused you had become, your underwear clinging to you desperately. He was kissing the inside of your thigh now, fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he was so close to where you wanted him you were trembling. He nosed his way to the apex of your thigh, groaning as he smelt you and then he was hastily tugging the lace down your legs, the last of your covering. Now you were totally naked in front of him, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice gruff. He sounded so sexy. His eyes were glued to your centre yet he didn’t touch. When you didn’t reply, they flickered to your face. “Y/N. Hm?”

You mind was a blur, you couldn’t think what to say, mainly because you wanted him to do anything and everything to you. You startled when he nosed the inside of your thigh, his hands sliding down your hips to grip the flesh underneath. “Taste you? Is that what you want?” He whispered, sending your insides somersaulting. He looked up as you nodded, and grinned. “You have to say it out loud, honey.”

The bastard. He was teasing you. Trying to get under your skin. Your forced yourself to speak. “Taste me.” He hummed in response, pressing his mouth to your hip bone. You raised your tone, more determined. “Seokjin. Taste me.”

He dived in. Placing gentle kisses up your slit, his lips ever so slightly brushing your clitoris. You moaned quietly, letting your eyes close as you laid back against the softest pillows you had ever felt. Your fists clutched the sheets, hips raising up when you felt the first wash of his tongue. Your breath caught, warmth turning you gooey. “Taste so good,” he mumbled into you – so quietly you wondered if you’d imagined it.

You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, quietly moaning intermittently before you felt the urge to take a peek. Opening your eyes and looking down your body, you saw Seokjin watching you, his eyes hungry. You quickly looked away, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a groan left you, your legs falling wider apart. The scene had been erotic but in all honesty you were feeling a little shy. It had been a long time since you’d had sex, so the idea of someone watching you so intimately made you feel funny.

Seokjin was there to reassure you though. “Don’t look away, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling back to get your attention. “I want to see your face.” You looked again, watching him kneel low as he ran a hand up your thigh. His lips shone with your arousal. He looked beautiful.

You moaned lowly when you felt him rub a finger at your entrance, and he watched you intently as he pushed inside, feeling you squeeze around the intrusion. He slowly began to curve the digit, pressing against your inner walls. Committed to pleasuring you, he watched your every reaction and this time you didn’t look away.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, in awe as you writhed around on the bed, chasing the feeling.

You moaned as you replied yes, only to jerk upwards when his thumb began to rub tiny circles against your clit. “Seokjin!”

He liked that. Hearing you cry his name. He wanted to hear it more, dropping low to replace his thumb with his lips. He sucked the sensitive bud of nerves between them, flicking the tip of his tongue against it rapidly, earning him another cry, and he moaned gruffly against you, the vibrations shooting up your body. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, palm hot against your skin as he applied gentle pressure, holding you down.

Oh god, you were a mass of pleasure, mind addled, unable to think straight. Not when he was making you feel so good. He slipped a second finger inside of you, his eyes flicking up to yours and you made it your life’s mission not to look away, chest heaving up and down as you squeezed around his digits. Your orgasm was building, pressure below getting harder to control – harder to ignore. Seokjin guessed it, breaking eye contact to bury his face further into your heat. The image was almost crude, so were the noises, but the most beautiful kind of crude. A crude that had you desperate for more. You jerked into him, rolling into each snap of his wrist, the pads of his fingers grazing your g-spot.

“Want to make you cum,” he rasped, before sucking your clit back into his mouth and sucking determinedly. You groaned, head flinging back into the pillow, eyes clenched closed, a hand coming out to grip the roots of your hair as you rolled your hips into his face, giving into the pleasure well and truly. This orgasm was going to blow your brains out – and it did.

In the end you had you to clamp your legs around Seokjin’s head in a bid to get him to stop, pleasure still rolling through your body as you panted like crazy. He eased from your clit, tongue dragging down your folds instead, meeting his fingers that were almost locked inside of your pulsing walls. With a grunt, he removed himself, kissing your mound one last time before he stopped. With his hands on your thighs as he kneeled between them, he watched you adoringly.

“Oh, my god,” you panted weakly. Unsure what else you could say to describe what you’d just experienced. Why had he not been doing that from the get-go? From as soon as he’d reversed into your car?!

That was all he needed anyway, your simple vocalisation, because no sooner had the words exited your mouth, he dived on you, kissing your mouth, your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead – whatever he could reach. “You’re amazing,” he gushed, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness. You could taste yourself on him. It was glorious. His hands roamed your body like it was all new to him. As if he hadn’t been it for the last forty minutes or so. “Fuck. I can’t stop touching you.”

Your stomach flipped around, the sound of him cursing sending you dizzy. You licked into his mouth, kissing him messily, your hands raking up and down his back, before they settled on his ass. You gave the meat a squeeze and he grunted, pushing his crotch into yours. He was painfully hard – and desperate. (You hadn’t missed the way he’d been rutting into the mattress while going down on you…)

“Seokjin,” you breathed, moving your head to the side to get your words out. His tongue carried on going, swirling across your cheek. You liked getting messy with him. You tugged at his underwear. “Get naked. Need you.”

“You don’t need a minute?” He asked, tongue now in your ear. He gyrated his hips into yours, grunting as he did so.

You shook your head. “Like hell I do.”

He laughed at that – breathlessly, but it was something. He moved, rushing out of the last bit of clothing he had on, and your eyes drunk up the sight. The missing piece. His dick was long and thick – smooth and warm once you got your hands on him. Hovering over you, you ran your fist up and down him steadily, just enjoying getting to touch him. He dropped to your side, pecking your lips before he pulled back. “I need to be inside you.”

You continued to touch him, running your fingers along the rigid flesh as he stretched behind him to pull a box from the nightstand drawer.

It caught your attention right away. You raised both eyebrows as you let go of his length. “A hundred condoms?”

He chuckled, sounding a little sheepish. “Too enthusiastic?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Death by (Dilf) dick wasn’t how you’d expected to go, if you were being honest.

“Not particularly,” he shrugged, pulling one of the packet. (Discarding the box to the floor.) He turned back to you with an impish grin. “That’s why I bought the bumper pack of condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest, but he grabbed your hand and kissed you, distracting you successfully. “No, if I’m being truthful,” he continued, letting you steal another kiss. “They were better value for money. I’m partial to a bargain.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed.

“You should’ve seen me purchasing them, I have never been more embarrassed in my life.”

“Seokjin, you’re a near 40 year old man,” you judged openly, however on second thoughts – “But yeah, I’d be embarrassed buying a 100 condoms too.”

Seokjin shuddered, looking mortified. “Just the thought of the cashier knowing I was going to get lucky…”

You arched an eyebrow. “Get lucky?”

He looked comically caught out, eyes wide for a second before he shook his head. “Less talking now…” And then he was kissing you again…

Between rushed mouths and eager hands, he managed to tear the condom packet, pulling out the latex to slip it over his erection. Kneeling over you, you could see perfectly when he attempted to roll it the wrong way up. “Oh, shit. Ignore that,” he muttered, fixing it immediately.

You stifled a laugh. “Ignored.”

He gave himself a tug, making sure everything was secure and your mouth practically watered. “Just warning you now, this may be a three pumps and Bam! kinda thing,” he informed you as he laid over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I am so turned on.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. “I don’t mind. Just want you.”

“I want you more.” He rubbed his nose against yours.

Hitting his ass, you shot him a look. “It’s not a competition.”

“Isn’t it?” He asked, pretending to be confused.

“Quit stalling,” you whined. “Let’s have sex.”

“Let’s,” he agreed with a warm smile. You turned gooey instantly.

Pressing his knees to the mattress, he hovered over you, wrapping his hand around his dick to direct it between your legs. He rubbed the length up and down your slit, flesh heavy and hot, coating himself in your arousal. The sensation was good for you, but for him it seemed to blow his mind, eyes practically rolling back into his skull as he grunted. He stopped at your entrance, looking up at you as he slowly pushed the head inside.

You shifted under him, trying to stay patient. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him, but realistically you needed to take things slow. You held onto his shoulders, silently telling him to continue. He let out a strained groan as he slipped in deeper, your walls snug and hot around him, begging him for more. Inch by glorious inch, you kept on taking him, until you were filled up just right.

“Shit,” you uttered, looking up at the ceiling as you adjusted to the sensation.

“Was that a curse?” He asked, voice tight but greatly amused as he nosed your throat.

“Hardly.” Your voice was barely there, desperate for him to move.

“I’d still class it as swearing.” He was holding his breath, yet still felt the need to be a smarty-pants. You moved your hips practically a centimetre and he grunted. He didn’t want you to win though. “I want more. Maybe not tonight, but I will turn your mouth filthy by the end of the week…”

A moan tore from your throat uncontrollably, and you couldn’t look at his face because you knew you’d be met with a gloating smirk. You steeled yourself, nose in the air. “Game on.”

Seokjin laughed obnoxiously, but couldn’t wait any longer, slowly dragging out of you and then pushing back in. His breath hitched – so did yours, and he carried on, propping himself up with one hand as he gained a steady rhythm.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, watching your face.

“You too.” You clung to him, feeling your face heat up and ended up dropping your gaze.

“Honey, don’t be shy,” he whined, reaching to cup your face, in the process pressing more of his body weight into you. You clutched him tighter, wanting him as close as ever. “I like watching you. Knowing I’m making you feel good.” His mouth on yours now, you sunk into the kiss, moaning softly as his thrusts got quicker. You met each one, rolling into him.

It wasn’t long before he was on your throat, kissing and nipping the skin, his hands exploring the rest of your body. Your ran your fingers through his hair, sighing sweety when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, slipping the hard flesh into his mouth to suck.

Face pressed against your chest, his movements became a little erratic, breathing heavy until he was panting. You moaned along, loving how he was making you feel. “You are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He awed, voice raspy.

You let out a weak chuckle, running your fingers through the ends of his hair. “Of course you would say that with a face full of my boobs.”

He laughed too, kissing his way back up your chest, his hands pressing into the pillow as he leaned in for your mouth. You stared at one another for a little while, your moans mingling together, and it was the most intimate moment you’d ever shared with anyone.

“Good?” He asked. You were unsure if he was asking how you were or if you were enjoying yourself, but regardless, the answer was the same.

“Really good,” you smiled, running your hand down his chest.

His thrust were getting messier, less controlled, less strategic, so it was no surprise when he had a confession to tell you, kissing you once again. “I’m-I’m… close.”

He’d exceeded the predicted three pumps at least… “Hey, you can go a little harder,” you whispered against his mouth.

He grunted, slacking at your words but quickly got a hold of himself. Each snap of his hips got firmer and harsher, fucking – because there was no other way to describe it – you into the expensive bed. Your cries of pleasure came out stunted and unsteady, his own grunts louder now, gruffer as he chased his end.

“Seokjin –!” Your hands fell to his ass, holding him tight as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop,” you encouraged, which seemed to tip him over the edge – quickly.

“Fuck. Coming…”” His face fell into the crook of your neck, panting as he tried to keep moving, and then he froze, his body hot, partly sweaty, a long drawn-out groan sounding against your ear as he came.

You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him to you because in all honesty, you didn’t want to let him go. You could feel his heart beating against your chest rapidly, even after he’d partially caught his breath, and you knew yours was beating just as fast. You kissed his shoulder when he kissed yours, and slowly he lifted his head, turning to give you a drunken smile. He sighed contently. “That honestly beats any orgasm I’ve ever given myself lately.”

“I should hope so!” You burst out laughing, not quite expecting those to be his first words and he immediately joined you before hugging you tight.

You awoke naturally, light from outside peeking through the loosely closed drapes. Seokjin had his arm around you, his body curved into yours, and you could tell by his breathing he was still very much sound asleep. Proving your point, he grunted softly, rolling onto his back, his grip on you loosening. Carefully, you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form. His lips seemed to be pouted, eyebrows furrowed slightly – of course he had an adorable sleeping face. Of fricking course.

The bed sheets were pushed down, draped across his pelvis, one hip sticking out, while his broad chest and toned stomach laid bare. You found yourself smiling, insanely happy, wondering if you’d been a saint in a past lifetime – you had to have been. How else had you hit the jackpot? A kind-hearted, beautiful man with a banging body? You’d struck big.

Wanting to leave him sleep longer, you got up quietly, needing to pee, not worrying that you were butt naked, and as you left the bathroom, you moved to the closet (room) to fish for your phone in your purse. You’d left it there all evening yesterday, not wanting to be interrupted, and low and behold you had a bunch of notifications waiting for you on the screen. You got back into bed, getting comfy before you scrolled through them. Most were unimportant, news updates and social media notifications. You had a text from your mom reminding you to call your grandmother soon, one reminder regarding your phone bill going out tomorrow and then, from half an hour ago, a text message from your best friend. Why the hell was she up so early on a Sunday?!

Soojung (8:32am) Spill the details girl! How was Mr. Dilf 🥵👨🏻🍆💦

You snorted, pretty loudly, couldn’t help it, and when you realised you shoved a hand over your mouth, hoping you hadn’t woken your boyfriend (yes, it felt so good to finally use that word) up. You glanced over, but his eyes were still shut, a peaceful look on his face, so with a relieved inner sigh, you went back to your phone, wondering how you should reply. You had quite a lot to say, messaging her “the details” wouldn’t work. Maybe you could give her a summary? Until tomorrow when you could call her while Seokjin was at work. Maybe you could meet her for lunch. And who knew, you’d probably have more to tell her come then –

“Good morning, beautiful.”

You jumped when you heard Seokjin’s voice, his arm wrapping around you once more as he snuggled closer, encasing you in his body warmth.

“Seokjin,” you greeted, instantly shoving your phone onto the nightstand, face down. “Good morning.”

“Mmm.” He rubbed his face into the crook of your neck, burrowing his arm under the covers to touch your skin, hand cupping your waist. He was still sleepy, voice groggy. You settled into his hold, closing your eyes. With a kiss to the top of your shoulder, he spoke again. “What were you snorting at?”

Your eyes immediately flew open. He’d heard that? “Nothing,” you tried to reply casually.

He laughed, the throaty sound shooting up your body, leaving warmth in its wake. “Come on, something made you laugh.” He lifted his head, looking at you pointedly, plump lips pressed together, mouth curving up slightly. “You have to share, it’ll be rude not to.”

It took you a second to give in. “Fine.” It was probably time to let him know anyway. Soojung might try to kill you, but she couldn’t get you if you were gated in at Seokjin’s home… You reached for your phone and flashed the screen on, holding it out to him. “Soojung’s an idiot,” you sighed.

He delicately held the back of your hand, steadying the device so he could read the messages. A second later he was deeply amused, lips quirking before he let out a little laugh. “Has that been my nickname the entire time?”

“Maybe…” Amongst other things… They could wait till later though.

He hummed, trying to keep his expression casual, but you could tell by his eyes how amused (and smug) he was. “The emojis add a nice touch.”

You rolled your eyes, about to tell him to shut up, but immediately his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you sweetly – which was all just an act. When he pulled away, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tone arrogant. “So… how was Mr. Dilf?”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed. This couldn’t be happening. He was just as bad as Soo and Taehyung.

Laughing loudly, he kissed you again, caging you under him smoothly. Your hands reached for his biceps, feeling them flex underneath you. “Was it good enough for a round two? Don’t expect me to keep my hands off you,” he told you, his fingers tickling your stomach as his face fell to your neck, kissing and biting the skin.

You began to laugh, squirming under him, but no matter how much you tried to free yourself it was impossible. “Stop,” you whined. “Seokjin, you’re tickling me!” He eased off with the tickling but his mouth only seemed to ramp up, his tongue licking up your throat. “You’re so sexy,” he groaned, meeting your gaze, and instantly laughed. “I love embarrassing you.”

You grumbled, realising you’d started to blush. “I’m not embarrassed,” you insisted. “I’m turned on.” Two could play at that game. Seokjin’s eyes widened comically, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Yeah?” He murmured, getting a hold of himself, mouth ghosting over yours. You nodded, dragging your hands down his back to settle on his ass. You could feel his dick rousing between your thighs. It was so easy to get him. He was like putty in your hands.

“You’re okay though, mm?” He asked, tone softening as he stared into your eyes. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I thought that was obvious,” you informed him, but his tenderness didn’t go ignored. God, you were really lucky. “I feel so happy,” you grinned, moving to clasp your arms around his neck. He grinned too, teeth on show, and then you couldn’t hold off any longer, kissing him eagerly.

“Fuck,” he breathed, after you’d just licked a strip up his jaw line. His hands clung to hips. “I want you in so many ways.”

You gave him a dangerous smirk. “We have all week, I’m sure you’ll be successful.”

Groaning, he seemed beside himself, skin hot and sweaty, his hair dishevelled, falling into his eyes, cheeks patched red. Finally, he settled on a decision. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“Okay,” you replied instantly, your excitement already tenfold, and suddenly you were in his arms, rising off the bed to be carried (naked) bridle style to the bathroom. “Seokjin!” You squealed, clinging onto him tightly, but all he did was laugh. You could get used to this.

His walk-in shower was grand, practically a separate wet room – two glass doors leading inside and a marbled tiled bench to the left with two panelled windows behind it. There were two showerheads – one large one attached to the ceiling and the other jutting out from the wall. Seokjin chose the centre one, knocking it on and enclosing you both in hot water. Warmth radiated from beneath your feet too – heated flooring, of course.

You spent the next ten minutes wrapped together kissing, hands exploring one another’s soapy bodies. It wasn’t long before there was a very obvious erection bobbing against your stomach. “Someone says hello again,” Seokjin hummed against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before he broke away and chuckled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been the cause of many an awkward boner.”

You laughed, hooking one arm around his neck. “I noticed.” Your other hand wrapped around his dick, the wetness of his skin making it easy to glide your fist along the veiny shaft. You gazed up at him, admiring the way he��d pushed his wet hair above his forehead. He looked incredibly handsome – so handsome, you were finding it hard to control yourself. “Was this one of your ways?” You murmured.

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, huffing out a little when your thumb grazed the sensitive slit across the head of his member.

“I have a better idea…” You whispered, pushing a little at his chest. “Sit.”

He obeyed, sitting on the bench while watching you wordlessly (but curiously), his eyes flashing when you moved to kneel in front of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, dick twitching in anticipation. You took him in your fist again, feeling oddly confident as you flicked out your tongue. It had been a long time since you’d sucked dick but you were more than ready.

You washed your tongue across the head, hearing him grunt above you, and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, sucking firmly around the tip. His hands instantly reached for your head, fingers carding through your hair. He groaned lowly, thighs tense, but when you started to jerk your fist along his shaft, he relaxed into the pleasure, murmuring your name.

“Okay, this idea seems better than mine,” he admitted, voice tight.

You hummed in agreement, vibrations travelling up his length which made him groan, fingers in your hair tightening. Taking him deeper, you washed and swirled your tongue as best you could around the thick flesh. Seokjin’s length was impressive, but you had all week to grow accustomed to it, for now, you had your hand, continuing to stimulate him with both that and your mouth. The water from the shower hit your back and calves, the heat beneath you making sure you didn’t grow cold.

“Should we go back to the bedroom?” Seokjin asked, sounding concerned, despite how good you were making him feel. A hand ran down your back soothingly. “Your knees will start aching.”

Pulling off him, a string of saliva that attached you breaking apart, you shook your head and ran your palm all the way up his length, twisting against the tip. He bucked into your hold. “It’ll be worth it.”

Seokjin let out a low growl, eyes dark. “Don’t say things like that.”

You smirked, spreading your saliva up and down him slowly before speeding up, concentrating on the head. Seokjin’s mouth was open, his breathing shallow, chest littered with red blotches, making it painfully obvious how aroused he was. You wanted to run your hands all over the muscular torso, mouth too – but that could wait. First of all, you wanted to make him cum.

“You have a pretty big dick. Has anyone ever told you that?” You purred, eyes flicking down to his crotch.

Seokjin grinned confidently, the hand in his hair reaching to cup your cheek. “You seemed to handle it very well last night.”

Oh. Heat exploded through your body, settling between your legs, and you took him back in your mouth, a hiss leaving his throat. He tapped your chin, gaining your attention. “Y/N, look at me,” he commanded softly.

And you did. You watched every bit of pleasure that flitted across his face as you continued to suck his dick, never breaking eye contact, even when he did; eyelids closed, face scrunched up as he came down your throat a few minutes later…

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

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False Dichotomy // IIV: practice match pt 1

False Dichotomy: when a situation is presented as ‘either/or’ but there is at least one additional logically valid option

As a childhood friend of Oikawa and Iwaizumi and manager of the Aoba Johsai Boys Volleyball Club, you couldn’t imagine your life without them. You know you like both of them, but you resolve to keep the feelings hidden, knowing staying friends is better than either having to choose one or losing your friendship with them both (an iwaizumi x reader x oikawa smau)

masterlist // VI: they’ve had it this whole time? // VII: practice match pt 1 // VIII: practice match pt 2

wc: 850

You were in that state of barely consciousness, head pressed against something warm.

You felt safe.

There was a hand in your hair, gently stroking, the movement methodical, as if the person didn’t even realize they were doing it.

There was a shift in movement, and the person with you hissed a “be careful!”, steadying you, trying to keep you as still as possible.

“Sorry, sorry,” someone else replied, the whisper barely reaching your ears. A warm body pressed up against your legs, their limbs familiar to you.

A weight was placed over you, careful and soft, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realized it was a blanket.

You signed, exhaling contently. A feeling of love encompassed you, a feeling like everything was right in the world, like you were exactly where you needed to be.

Holding onto that feeling, you finally slipped into sleep

When you woke up, you were hot. And you really had to pee.

There was a pair of legs thrown over yours, legs that belonged to Oikawa, and Iwaizumi was under you, head tilted back as he snored.

You must have fallen asleep while you were still watching movies, which meant that instead of choosing to move you, they had simply decided to grab some blankets and commit to a night on the couch, even though it was probably pretty cramped.

You smiled.

Carefully pulling yourself away from Oikawa and Iwaizumi, you tried not to wake them, moving so slow it seemed like you weren’t moving at all. When you were finally free, you made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face.

Heading to your room, you paused, seeing Iwaizumi’s sweatshirt hanging on your closet door. Oh god. The blankets were missing from your bed, which meant one of them had come in, and likely seen it.

You hoped they had somehow missed it.

Coming up with an excuse as you changed, you folded up the hoodie, placing it on your dresser. Maybe you could play it off like you brought it home to wash it?

Yeah, that’d be good.

Flicking on the lights in the kitchen, you checked the fridge, seeing what it was stocked with. Your parents were out of town for the night, which meant you had to make do with what they had left.

You had ingredients for waffles, so you started on those, mixing the batter together. When you turned to get something from the cupboard, you saw Iwaizumi, standing behind you.

“Oh!” you gasped, startled. “You’re awake.”

“Yep,” Iwaizumi said, voice still rough from sleep. He too, was in yesterday's clothes, shirt riding up as he rubbed his eyes. “Need any help?”

“If you want,” you agreed. “You can do eggs.”

Iwaizumi nodded, easily moving around your kitchen. You watched him for a moment, examining the way he comfortably dug through your fridge for the eggs, pan already heating.

Pouring the batter over the waffle maker, you idly waited for it to ping, letting you know it was done. Finger tapping on the counter, you thought about Oikawa.

“Oikawa still asleep?”

Iwaizumi looked over at you. “Yeah. He was drooling, that idiot.”

You smiled, able to picture the scene, as he always had had a habit of drooling, even as kids.

“Speaking of Oikawa,” Iwaizumi started carefully, “he went into your room last night to get blankets and found my hoodie? The one I was missing?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, acting like you just remembered it. “I was cleaning the locker room and found it crumpled under one of the benches. I just brought it home to wash it and was gonna give it back but forgot to bring it in yesterday.”

“Ah. I figured it was something like that.” Iwaizumi turned back to the eggs, which were almost done.

Busying yourself with taking out the now-done waffle, you placed it on the plate with the others. Scraping the bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula, you got the last of the batter out, closing the waffle maker. Setting the bowl in the sink, you turned on the faucet, letting warm water fill it.

“Morning~” Oikawa called, walking into the kitchen. “Smells good in here!”

“It’s almost done,” you replied. “If you want to get plates and stuff, that’d be helpful.

“No problem!” he chirped. “Morning, Iwa-chan!”

“Hey,” Iwaizumi responded blandly, making you hide a smile. It had been a while since you all had last had a sleepover, and it was nice. You had missed this, missed them. With all your responsibilities as third years, you had had less time to hang out and mess around.

Taking the plate of waffles to the table, you heard your phone buzz from the kitchen, where you had plugged it in upon seeing it was dead this morning. Setting the plate down, you checked your phone, seeing a bunch of notifications from Twitter (you’d check those later), a few texts, and an email that just came in.

Opening Gmail, you opened the message, scanning it. Oh, this was going to be good.

VIII: practice match pt 2

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goodticklebrain · 3 years

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POCKET BLOGS: Saye What?

In last week’s inaugural installment of Pocket Blogs by Kate Pitt, we introduced you to Lord Saye, a.k.a. That One Random Head on a Pole in Henry VI Part II. This week Kate will show us how that one random head on a pole is connected to EVERYTHING.

Last week I hinted that one of the reasons I’m fond of Lord Saye in Henry VI Part II is that he is related to Shakespeare. While that isn’t strictly true, he is related to the Shakespeare I grew up with as a millennial with a VCR and a pulse: Joseph Fiennes in Shakespeare in Love.

The full name of the historical Lord Saye in Henry VI Part II is James Fiennes, first Baron Saye and Sele. Joseph Fiennes and his brother Ralph are members of the Twisleton-Wykeham-Fiennes family and descended from the sixteenth Baron Saye and Sele, the Venerable Frederick Twisleton-Wykeham-Fiennes, who traces his lineage all the way back to the first Lord Saye who met a sticky end at the hands of Jack Cade back in 1450.

Both brothers’ acting pursuits have repeatedly brought them close to their Shakespearean past. Ralph Fiennes has played many, many, Shakespeare roles to great acclaim, and one of his earliest was Henry VI at the Royal Shakespeare Company in 1988. That production was an adaptation of four plays (the three Henry VI plays and Richard III) into three plays (called Henry VI, Edward IV, and Richard III) and collectively known as The Plantagenets. There were at least some severed heads on pikes in that production, which means there is a decent chance that Ralph Fiennes crossed paths backstage with a prop head representing one of his ancestors.

The current Lord Saye, Nathaniel Thomas Allen Twisleton-Wykeham-Fiennes, 21st Baron Saye and Sele, is 100 years old, served honorably in WWII, and still lives in the family home. That home is Broughton Castle, originally built in the 14th century and passed down in the Fiennes family since 1457 when the son of Shakespeare’s Lord Saye, William Fiennes, the 2nd Lord Saye and Sele, succeeded in right of his wife to it.

In addition to being the Fiennes family home, Broughton Castle is often used as a filming location and was the home of Gwyneth Paltrow’s character Viola de Lesseps in Shakespeare in Love. Yes, Joseph Fiennes played Shakespeare at the home of his third cousin once removed. The dance where Will meets Viola was filmed in the Great Hall, Colin Firth is grumpy in the Oak Room, and the balcony scene was filmed in the garden.

To sum up, not only does a Fiennes (James) appear in a Shakespeare play as a character, but a Fiennes (Ralph) has appeared in a Shakespeare play depicting that Fiennes (James), and his brother Fiennes (Joseph) has played Shakespeare at the home of the son (William) of the first Fiennes (James).

I first discovered this Fiennes frenzy rolling when I lived in Saybrook College as an undergraduate. Saybrook College is named after the town of Old Saybrook where Yale was originally founded. The town is named after Saybrook Colony which was named after the first Viscount Saye and Sele who helped fund it along with a Baron Brooke. The Saybrook college arms are a quartering of the Saye and Sele/Fiennes arms (three gold lions on a blue background) and the Brooke arms, which is how I spent a significant amount of time in college writing papers while wearing sweatpants with the heraldry of a minor Shakespeare character on them.

Saybrook College today is known for its two beautiful courtyards and “the Saybrook Strip” whereby residents enthusiastically remove plus or minus most of their clothes during the third quarter of a football game. We also honor the memory of Lord Saye with an annual “Saye and Sele Day” celebration, which recently included a mechanical shark.

Not every Shakespeare character with only two scenes has quite as much backstory as Lord Saye. His death is memorable and moving on its own, but next time you see Henry VI and he makes the cut, you can connect him to all the ways his life brushes against yours. Shakespeare is brilliant at sketching out characters and then shading in their hearts with a single line – “She was too good for me”, “I was adored once, too” – that tells us about their past. Lord Saye is interesting for all the ways his life reverberates in his future and our present.

by Kate Pitt

Interested in more deep dives into Shakespeare characters? Check out friend-of-Good-Tickle-Brain Hailey Bachrach’s dramatis personae, explorating the canon one character at a time.

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 3 years

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Headcanon: Intimidante

Bien, no soy buena en estos temas, pero vale la pena intentar.

Well, I'm not good with these things, but it's worth a try.

Primero/Firts: Español/Spanish

Segundo/Second: Ingles/English

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Advertencia: Bullying

De pequeño Coffe Creamer tenía que ir a la escuela como cualquier niño normal.

No tuvo problemas con su comportamiento ni con su desempeño.

Sin embargo cuando cumplió 8, empezó a actuar raro.

No quería ir al colegio.

Ccino estaba preocupado, si bien a Creamer no le gustaba la escuela, terminaba llendo, pero ahora casi lo tenía que forzar para ir.

Intentó hablar con él, pero no decía nada y eso solo lo preocupaba más.

Cómo era de esperarse, Coffe Creamer a sus 8 años experimentó lo que es el bullying, unos niños de grados mayores lo molestaban por su rara apariencia, se veía como una amalgama según ellos.

Aprovecharon y se burlaron de él con eso, si bien en un inicio sólo unos pocos lo decían, ahora casi toda la escuela lo conoce así.

"El niño amalgama"

Un viernes Ccino aprovechó y cerró temprano para ir a recoger a Creamer de la escuela, si bien hay un bus que lo lleva de su casa al colegio y del colegio a su casa, esta vez quería ir él a recogerlo para comer helado, pasear al parque y regresar a casa; quizá eso lo anime.

Ya siendo hora de salida, Ccino se paró a un lado de la entrada para esperar a su hijo.

Creamer se encontraba en el baño lavándose las manos, su última clase fue arte y se manchó un poco al pintar.

Todo estaba normal, niños entran y salen del baño.

Hasta que escucha como la puerta se cierra y quedan él y tres niños más en el baño, ¿normal no?

Pero había algo que lo incomodaba, sentía que algo no estaba bien, debía salir del baño.

Sus manos aun tenían un poco de pintura, pero igualmente las secó y fue directamente a la puerta.

Su acción se vio interrumpida porque uno de los chicos lo agarró del brazo y lo empujó hacia una pared.

Ahora no podía salir de ahí.

Ccino seguía en la entrada ya preocupado, había visto a casi todos los niños salir y Coffe Creamer no aparecía, así que ingresó al colegio y empezó a buscar.

Preguntando a los profesores descubrió que él ya había salido de su clase.

Empezó a preguntar a los alumnos que todavía seguían en el colegio y ninguno sabía nada, excepto uno.

"Yo lo vi en el baño cuando fui"

Rápidamente fue al baño a ver si estaba ahí, pero solo encontró la puerta cerrada.

Parece que el conserje ya estaba limpiando.

Quizá él salió y no se dio cuenta, era mejor ir a casa por si lo estaba esperando.

Iba a dar la vuelta hasta que..

"¡NO! ¡POR FAVOR!"

Rápidamente se detuvo al reconocer esa voz, se acercó al baño y se dio cuenta que está no tenía seguro, quería pensar que estaba alucinando, pero escuchó un golpe y una queja.

La puerta fue azotada dejando entrar a Ccino quien se encontró con una escena nada bonita.

Su pequeño lastimado, siendo agarrado por dos chicos mientras el tercero parecía que lo iba a golpear.

El ambiente se puso tenso.

Si las miradas mataran, la de Ccino hubiese eliminado totalmente a los chicos de lo sombría que era.

Para los chicos era normal ir a dirección, entonces ¿Por qué sentían tanto miedo?

...

Ambos estaban de camino a casa, Creamer estaba comiendo un helado, ahora más tranquilo, aunque lastimosamente ir a la dirección con esos chicos provocó que se demoraran y ya no pudieran ir al parque, pero Ccino le dijo que haga la tarea ese día para tener los demás libres.

Llegando a la casa, Ccino fue a la cocina a preparar algo.

A los minutos le llevó la comida al comedor y comieron juntos.

- ¿Papá?

- ¿mm?

- ¿Me puedes enseñar a hacer eso?

- ¿Qué cosa?

-Cuando el chico te vio se asustó mucho, quiero hacer eso

- Oh...Será para otro día, tú tienes tarea que hacer.

- Iré al colegio igual?

- Solo hasta que encuentre otro colegio igual o más cercano.

Como era de esperarse, Ccino en realidad nunca se lo enseñó, pero en la pocas ocasiones que ocurrió, pudo sacar algo.

Además que eso le sirvió para aprender a no hacerlo enojar.

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Warning: Bullying

Coffe Creamer can be intimidating if he puts his mind to it, but where did he learn that when you consider that Nightmare was almost never present in his life?

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As a child, Coffe Creamer had to go to school like any normal child.

He had no problems with his behavior or performance.

However, when he turned 8, he started acting strange.

He didn't want to go to school.

Ccino was worried, because even though Creamer didn't like school, he would still go, but now she almost had to force him to go.

He tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't say anything and that only worried him more.

As was to be expected, Coffe Creamer at 8 years old experienced bullying, some kids from older grades teased him for his strange appearance, he looked like an amalgam according to them.

They took advantage and teased him with that, although in the beginning only a few said it, now almost the whole school knows him as such.

"The amalgam boy".

One Friday Ccino took advantage and closed early to pick Creamer up from school, although there is a bus that takes him from his house to school and from school to his house, this time he wanted to pick him up to eat ice cream, go to the park and return home; maybe that would cheer him up.

As it was time to leave, Ccino stood at the side of the entrance to wait for his son.

Creamer was in the bathroom washing his hands, his last class was art and he smudged a little while painting.

Everything was normal, kids coming in and out of the bathroom.

Until he hears the door close and he and three other kids are left in the bathroom, normal right?

But there was something that made him uncomfortable, he felt that something was not right, he had to leave the bathroom.

His hands still had some paint on them, but he dried them anyway and went straight to the door.

His action was interrupted because one of the boys grabbed him by the arm and pushed him into a wall.

Now he could not get out of there.

Ccino was still at the entrance already worried, he had seen almost all the kids leave and Coffe Creamer was missing, so he entered the school and started looking around.

Asking the teachers, he discovered that he had already left his class.

She started asking the students who were still at school and none of them knew anything, except for one.

"I saw him in the bathroom when I went."

He quickly went to the bathroom to see if he was there, but found only the door closed.

Apparently the janitor was already cleaning up.

Maybe he went out and didn't notice, it was better to go home in case he was waiting for him.

He was going to turn around until....

"NO! PLEASE!"

He quickly stopped as he recognized that voice, approached the bathroom and realized that this one was unlocked, he wanted to think he was hallucinating, but he heard a knock and a groan.

The door was slammed letting in Ccino who was met with a not pretty scene.

His little boy hurt, being grabbed by two boys while the third looked like he was going to hit him.

The atmosphere became tense.

If looks could kill, Ccino's stare would have totally eliminated the boys from how grim it was.

For the boys it was normal for them to go to management, so why were they so afraid?

...

Both were on their way home, Creamer was eating an ice cream, now calmer, although unfortunately going to the address with those boys caused them to be late and they could no longer go to the park, but Ccino told him to do the homework that day to have the others free.

Arriving home, Ccino went to the kitchen to prepare something.

A few minutes later, he brought the food to the dining room and they ate together.

- Dad?

- Hmm?

- Can you teach me how to do that?

- What's that?

-When the boy saw you he got really scared, I want to do that.

- Oh... It'll be for another day, you have homework to do.

- I'll go to school anyway?

- Only until I find another school the same or closer.

As expected, Ccino never really taught him, but on the few occasions it happened, he was able to get something out of it.

Besides, it helped her learn not to make him angry.

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Pd1: I made a drawing, I'm very sorry it doesn't look complete, I used a small sheet and with the details I couldn't Uu.

Pd2: For this I was inspired by some headcanons where Ccino lost his brother, leaving him alone in the family, because now with Coffe Creamer he feels he has a chance to continue with his family and will not allow anything to happen to him.

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Oo! Yes yes yes! Ccino turned into a mama bear! I love it! *-*

The bullying in unfortunately very cannon to Coffeecreamer's story.

There would be one point where it got so bad he's use his tentacles to attack the bullies. But more on that another time.

I love th is! With ccino being a loving dad. And yeah, attached to his last piece of family.

The drawing is cute to!

Thank youuu!

#submission #undertale au #Coffeecreamer #coffee creamer ship kid #fluffynight #fluffynight child #I feel so bad for them #But I always love your little stories #You rule

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favefandomimagines · 4 years

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Soul Surfer 11

AN: last chapter of soul surfer! this is the ‘epic’ finale and i hope you all like it! just wanna say a quick thank you to those who have been so invested in this story! it means so much that people actually like this! an epilogue is coming and then those little blurbs with violet and jj!

Again: rafe is not canon in this story!!!

Violet had driven her and JJ back to her house, after spending the night on the beach. Neither wanted to go home and Violet didn’t want hear the questions from all of her friends.

She knew sooner or later she was going to have to talk to her father about what she found out but she was ultimately trying to avoid that conversation.

The two teens stepped into the house and saw Nick and Violet’s father seated at the kitchen counter.

“Violet Elliot you scared the hell out of me! Where have you been?” Her dad lectured as he pulled her in to a bone crushing hug.

“I was uh, playing Nancy Drew.” She joked. Rob looked from his daughter then to JJ, hoping for some sort of explanation. “We found out that Vivienne was using Ward Cameron to get her parental rights back. All while committing fraud.” Violet explained. “What are you talking about?” Rob asked.

Violet ran a hand through her hair as she sighed. “Mom told Ward that she was the heiress of an oil family, had loads of money and was going to make Ward a shareholder or something. So then he’d use his fancy lawyer and all his money to get her parental rights back.” She explained.

“That explains a lot. She asked me to get her a fake ID once but I said no.” Nick interjected. “See? She’s literally a psycho, dad. Can we call the police?” Violet asked. “Vi, this is serious. Odds are Ward Cameron called the police the second you told him your mother stole money from him.” Rob said.

The four were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. All heads turned towards the front door, everyone completely silent. “Violet, honey, I know you’re home.” Vivienne’s voice rang from the other side.

Eyes fell on Violet as she clenched her jaw. “Violet, don’t.” Nick said. She marched towards the front door and opened it and if looks could kill Vivienne would be six feet under.

“You have some nerve showing up here. After trying to take me away from my dad and make me break up with my boyfriend.” She snapped. “Violet, let me explain.” Vivienne said. “No. You don’t need to explain anything, Vivienne. I know the truth. You have been and always will be a terrible mother and you are going to jail.” Violet said.

“You have no proof. You just overheard a boy who has a crush on you.” Vivienne rebutted. “I’m sure Ward has proof. And Rafe wants my forgiveness so I’m sure I can get some.” Violet countered.

Rob walked closer to JJ and placed a hand on his shoulder. “How about you go back to your friends? Just in case this gets messy.” He said quietly. “But I-“ JJ started, not wanting to leave Violet.

“She’ll be okay, don’t worry.” Rob interrupted. JJ was hesitant at first but then nodded his head and slipped out the back door of the house.

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It had been over a week since anyone had last spoken to Violet. Her and JJ’s last in person interaction had been the one at her house and no ones heard from her since. Except her and JJ frequently texted one another.

Of course there were rumors. Some say the FBI came to the house and arrested Vivienne on site. Others say Violet and her father packed up and moved again to get away from Vivienne.

But JJ didn’t believe that. He knew the truth. He was the only one who knew what was actually going on.

The Elliot’s finally went to court. The judge heard about Vivienne’s illegal attempt to get her daughter back and pushed up the court date.

Turns out Vivienne hadn’t been paying child support so she got felony charges as well as committing credit card fraud and tax fraud. Point was, she was going to the state prison for a very long time. And Rob got full and official custody of Violet.

But once that was over, Violet was free to return to her normal life with her friends.

JJ had the idea to throw a party at the Boneyard to celebrate the end of Vivienne’s reign of terror. No one knew why he had the sudden urge to party when his girlfriend was AWOL but John B thought it would help him feel better.

“I still don’t understand why we’re having a party when Violet’s basically missing.” Kiara commented as she helped carry kegs to the beach. “She’s not missing, trust me. I know where she is.” JJ replied.

“You’ve known where she’s been this entire time and you haven’t told us?” Pope questioned. “She told me not to until everything was sorted out.” JJ answered. “So that means everything is sorted out then?” Kiara asked. “Yeah. Hence the party. Don’t know if she’s going to be here but we’re going to celebrate for her.” JJ explained.

Though he knew Violet was going to be there but it was a surprise to everyone else. Mainly the Pogues.

Violet was back at home, getting herself ready for the party at the beach. “Well this is eerily familiar.” Ron commented, leaning against his daughter’s doorway.

“Except the devil incarnate isn’t here to ruin it.” Violet said. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore. So please try to live your life.” Rob told her. “I plan on it. We can go back to Sunday morning surf sessions, making banana pancakes on Saturday’s. All of our traditions. Especially now that Nick’s here.” Violet said.

Rob smiled at his daughter before placing a kiss on her forehead. “I’m proud of you, Vi. You haven’t had it easy and yet you still have that shocking amount of optimism.” He said. “I get it from you.” She said.

“Now go have fun, kiddo.” He told her. Violet smiled up at her father before exiting her bedroom and walking out of the house.

The party at the Boneyard was in full swing. People JJ didn’t even know were there but all he cared about was searching for Violet. “Who could you possibly be looking for?” John B asked his best friend.

“Uh, just making sure Rafe and those Kooks don’t show up.” JJ lied. John B bought it in enough time to turn around when JJ spotted Violet. Though they were at a party, he wanted her all to himself.

He slipped away from the group and made his way towards the brunette girl. The second he reached her, JJ wrapped his arms tightly around his girlfriend. Afraid that if he let she’d slip through his fingers again.

“I missed you so much.” He said quietly. “I missed you too. Two weeks on the mainland was two weeks too long.” Violet said. “I love you, you know that?” JJ asked. “Yes. And I love you too.” She replied.

Before she could mention the party, his lips were on hers in an instant. They both were touch starved and physical tough was definitely Violet’s love language and not being able to do that for so long, made her feel terrible.

“Violet? Is that you?” Pope’s voice interrupted the two. “Remind me to kill Pope.” JJ said. Violet laughed at her blonde boyfriend before she was basically tackled by her friends. “Where the hell have you been? Do you know miserable Sarah and I were without you?” Kiara asked.

“It’s a long story and I’ll explain later but now, we’re at a party so let’s just have fun.” Violet answered.

And did her friends deliver. It had been a while since they were just able to have fun together without any drama getting in the way.

Violet was having the best time and she didn’t think anything could ruin it. That was until she spotted Rafe walking on to the scene.

She still hadn’t had the courage to speak to him. And she didn’t even do anything wrong, it was all his doing. Yet there was no attempt from him to make things right between the two of them.

JJ followed his girlfriend’s gaze and spotted the Kook he hated across the beach. “I’ll be right back.” He announced. “JJ,” Violet started. “I’m just gonna talk to him. No fighting, I promise.” JJ said.

The girl gave him a skeptical look but let him go anyways.

“What are you doing here, Cameron?” JJ asked. “I wanted to apologize. I’ve been a dick and I’m not proud of my behavior. I’ve been clean for a while. I realized the coke made me act all crazy. That and wanting to please my dad. So I’m sorry.” Rafe answered.

“I don’t think I’m the one you need to apologize too. Violet defended you. A lot. Even when your own sister didn’t. And you screwed her over. If anyone deserves this apology, it’s her.” JJ replied. “She won’t talk to me.” Rafe rebutted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I will go get her for you. Just, don’t screw anything up.” The Pogue said.

Rafe gave him a grateful look before he went to go get Violet.

“Vi, come with me.” JJ instructed her. “Where are we going?” She asked. “Someone needs to talk to you.” He answered. “No, JJ, I don’t want to talk to him. He’s an ass.” Violet countered. “He’s trying to say he’s sorry for being an ass. I can’t believe I’m trying to convince someone that Rafe Cameron isn’t a dick.” JJ told her.

Violet looked from her boyfriend to Rafe before groaning. “Fine.” She said. “Five minutes. That’s all you get, Cameron.” JJ added before walking away.

“What did you want to say?” Violet asked. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wanted my dad’s approval so much that I didn’t think about how much it would hurt you. If I’m being honest, I liked you. I liked you a lot and I saw my chance to get you and I took it. I was selfish thinking that money was more important than that. I’ve been clean since that night. And I know I don’t deserve to even be your friend but if you’d let me, I’d like to try.” Rafe explained.

Violet was quiet for a moment, feeling a sense of deja vu as Rafe stood in front of her.

“How many times have we been here, Rafe? I’d say this is your third attempt at an apology. And you hurt me and the people I love the first two times. How can I trust you’re not going to do it again?” She questioned.

“This time, I promise you, I won’t mess it up. Not again.” He said. Again, she went quiet. “Okay. I forgive you, Rafe. Please don’t make me regret it.” Violet finally said.

Violet could see Rafe’s shoulder fall in relief at her words.

“Okay, your five minutes is up. Violet, let’s go.” JJ interrupted. “Can Rafe join us? He also needs to apologize to everyone else.” She asked her boyfriend.

JJ was hesitant for a moment. But if Rafe didn’t even try to pick a fight with him, why shouldn’t he give him a chance?

He nodded his head before turning to Rafe. “You try to take her from me and I will kill you.” He threatened. “I just want to be friends. That’s it.” Rafe said.

The Pogues were skeptical at first. Forgiving Rafe and being ‘friends’ with him didn’t seem like something they could do. Sarah was on board with it. She had noticed a change in her older brother after what went down with him and Violet. Violet was making him a better person and for that Sarah was grateful.

It was going to take multiple trial runs for Rafe to be redeemed in the rest of their eyes. But they figured an apology was a good start.

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The party was well over and JJ and Violet were laying on her balcony, staring up at the stars.

Violet was pointing out the different constellations she knew, thinking that JJ was actually listening to her. But he was caught up in his own world as he looked at her.

“What are you staring at?” Violet laughed. “You. How beautiful you are and I don’t know how the hell you agreed to be with me.” He answered.

“Do you wanna know why?” She asked. JJ furrowed his eyebrows but nodded. He wasn’t expecting her to actually tell him. “Because you feel like home. I feel safe and content when I’m with you. Like nothing bad can happen to me when I’m with you.” Violet said.

JJ couldn’t really find the words to reply to her so he leaned forward and kissed her gently. They had a lot of time to make up for but were stopped by the sound of Violet’s dad’s voice.

“Dad entering the room, please stop whatever you’re doing.” Rob announced. JJ closed his eyes momentarily, at the second time him and Violet were interrupted.

“What’s up dad?” Violet asked, sitting up. “I’ve been doing some thinking. Since JJ spends almost every night here anyways, I redid the guest room for him.” Rob started.

Violet and JJ exchanged a look, neither aware to the fact Rob knew JJ had been sneaking into Violet’s room.

“I don’t know why you can’t stay at home or why you sneak in at ungodly hours and you don’t have to tell me but now, JJ, you’ll always have a place here. And you can stop sleeping in my daughter’s room.” He finished.

“Now no funny business. I’m too young to be a grandfather.” He joked before leaving the room.

The couple looked at each before Violet let out a small chuckle. “Looks like you don’t need to stay at John B’s anymore.” She said. “I can’t believe your dad actually offered me the guest room.” JJ said.

“He has a feeling something is going on at home but he doesn’t want to push or pry. You’ll tell him when you feel like you need to. He just wants you to have a safe place.” Violet said.

“Your dad likes me that much?” JJ laughed. “Yes, believe it or not he does.” The girl next to him replied. “Well thank god I treat his daughter so well.” JJ teased.

JJ felt at ease in that moment. Understanding what Violet said about feeling safe with the other person. Feeling as if nothing can touch him as long as he was with her. He was at peace with himself.

Being with her as she quickly pointed out more stars and constellations and telling what planet was where. It was a perfect moment for him.

A perfect moment for the boy who hasn’t had an ounce of peace in years.

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daleisgreat · 3 years

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The Avengers: Endgame

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Over the last couple months I finally upgraded to somewhat modern TV and gaming rigs in the form of a 55” Samsung 4KTV and Xbox Series X. I own three 4K UHD discs, but one I already covered a couple years back with my entry of the BluRay version that came bundled with the 4K disc of Die Hard. The other is a two pack of the first two John Wick films, and rest assured those will get their day in the sun here eventually. From my research, the Xbox Series X is not a top shelf 4K BluRay player, at least not at the system’s launch before presumable system software updates, but also sounds like a fairly better quality version of the drive that came in the Xbox One X|S, and also supports upscaling of regular BluRays to 4K. Coincidentally, on top of my movie backlog pile was a movie I absolutely wanted to take advantage of that 4K upscaling and thus here we are with today’s write-up for 2019’s The Avengers: Endgame (trailer). WARNING: Unlike nearly most of my other movie recaps I will be diving into serious spoiler territory ahead. The amount of hype leading up to Endgame was insurmountable. Anthony and Joseph Russo did an astounding job directing the first part in 2018’s Infinity War (read my entry for it here). Both that and Endgame top the three hour mark to squeeze in as many characters, references, periphery side plots and so much more from the previous 21 Marvel Cinematic Universe films that lead up to this finale. By accomplishing just that, both movies are the breeziest three hour viewings I have experienced because the Russo brothers do a commendable job at keeping the scenes flowing and doing their best to give everyone their proper time to shine. The ending of Infinity War saw Thanos (Josh Brolin) deliver the snap heard around the world that vanished half of all life in the entire universe. It was a soul-crushing downer of a cliffhanger to end on, but the post-credits tag hinting at the cry of help for Captain Marvel (Brie Larson) left crowds with a glimmer of hope. This being based around comic books there is the unwritten rule where no one truly stays dead either, so part of the experience going into Endgame was to see how the remaining Avengers plan to bring everybody back. Endgame kicks off with the fresh effects of ‘the snap’ when it starts with Hawkeye’s family all getting dusted from him in the middle of a picnic.

The film transitions to the remaining un-dusted Avengers squad of Nebula (Karen Gillan) and Iron Man (Robert Downer Jr.) floating aimlessly in space until the convenient deus ex machina that is Captain Marvel miraculously tracks them down and hauls them back to Earth. A few weeks Avengers HQ tracks down Thanos on an isolated planet and with Captain Marvel’s power, they anticlimactically kill him off in a brief scene. This was one of the parts of the film that did not sit well with me after building up Thanos as this unrivaled threat in all the previous films, and to have the Avengers cold-bloodedly put him down in quick order seems so……unlike them, but he did off half the universe so I understand how the Russo’s felt justified for filming it that way, but I cannot help that it did not come across right, and could have been handled better. Of course, a more proper Thanos battle would be coming later in the final act thanks to my pet peeve plot device that is…. …TIME TRAVEL!!!! This and alternate dimension traveling I despise and have turned me off to many shows over the years like Lost and CW’s DC shows. The worst of it is indeed present here because meaningful character deaths that happened in Infinity War to Loki (Tom Hiddleston) and Gamura (Karen Gillan) become undone and their sacrifices proved for naught. All that griping aside however, I will give the Russo brothers credit because even with those qualms I feel they pull off time travel and have it appear as more than a convenient storytelling method. Again, major props because that is a hell of a hurdle to overcome. The filmmakers go out of their way in a couple scenes to directly call out Back to the Future’s style of time travel bullshit, and have a couple characters ever-so-carefully explain in detail and for the laymen how “real” time travel works.

This is all thanks to a rambunctious rat who inadvertently zaps Ant Man (Paul Rudd) out of the Quantum Realm…after being trapped there five years due to his team being on the end of a dusting before bringing him back. Ant Man deduces upon his return that he is able to undo the dusting through his van-quantum-realm-contraption, and convinces the Avengers to conjure up a plan they cleverly dub the “Time Heist” to travel back to capture all the Infinity Gems Stones before Thanos does. I loved how these scenes played out, and there is a plethora of fan service throughout it as the three squads of Avengers jump to different periods like the final battle of the original Avengers film, and a 1970 military base where Howard Stark (John Slattery) unknowingly meets his son. Plans do not proceed swimmingly to say the least, and past timeline Thanos becomes clued in to their plan and thwarts the Avengers attempt at trying to undo the past in a CG showpiece for the ages with his assault on Avengers HQ. The CG fireworks continue to dazzle for the bulk of the final hour of the film with a climatic showdown between Thanos and his forces against The Avengers and the returning of the dusted Marvel characters. I have seen too many comic book films fail at translating over-the-top comic book action on the silver screen, but the Russo brothers always manage to pull it off. I fondly remember the theater crowd going gaga when Captain America (Chris Evans) summons Mjolnir and wallops Thanos with it. The women of Marvel have another moment to shine together where they collectively team up to kick ass. Moments of levity are brilliantly peppered in throughout the chaos for a much-needed chuckle from the nonstop adrenaline-boosting action. That final battle masterfully builds up to the dramatic sacrifice of Iron Man in the standout emotional scene of the film.

The resulting aftermath was heartwarmingly done here with a pre-recorded farewell from Iron Man, and a collage of nearly all the major and minor MCU characters at Iron Man’s funeral. I believe this is the first MCU film without a post-credits tag, and that is 100% fine by me, because the beginning of the credits is a lovingly crafted tribute to the original Avengers cast done in the fashion of the Original Series cast of Star Trek VI that resonated with me feeling the end of a pivotal era of the MCU that I have been largely enjoying since the original 2008 Iron Man. I usually do not dive into this much detail and spoilers when recapping the movies here, but due to this being the final chapter of this era of the MCU films I could not help myself, and believe me there is so much more I wanted to dive in here on because like I said, the Russo brothers crammed in an incredible amount of narrative into three hours. There is so much ground in here it is impossible for me to recap it all, and that it will in all likelihood be the fastest three hour movie you will ever endure. I did not get a chance to even touch on over-the-hill Thor (Chris Hemsworth) and the hybrid Bruce Banner/Hulk (Mark Ruffalo (spoiler: they both killed it!)). Endgame unsurprisingly did major bank at the box office, so I feel safe knowing most of you reading this already watched it by now which is another reason I went all out on the spoilers.

I re-watched the film for this entry a second time with commentary from the Russo brothers, and writers Christopher Markus & Stephen McFeely, and that greatly helped explain some little tidbits that were easy to miss and/or not fully comprehend in the midst of the three hours. I know this is a little detail, but I want to give props to Marvel for being one of the few companies out there for shelling out resources to caption the commentary track! I exponentially appreciate it more than you know! The commentary helped with understanding why they did not do a lot for Black Widow’s (Scarlett Johansson) aftermath of her death because she has her prequel film set to release. Other notable takeaways from the commentary was how Stark’s “I am Iron Man” line was a last minute addition to the film, giving credit to Star Trek VI as inspiration for their credits sequence, being hopeful for Marvel capitalizing on Falcon donning Cap’s shield and lots of understandable love for the visual effects team for their hard work. Aside from the commentary track, the BluRay has a second disc with just under an hour of bonus material. There is the requisite short, but top-of-the-line gag reel that is standard in most Marvel Studios home videos. There are five minutes of deleted scenes worth a look, with some of them lightheartedly covering up plot holes. Remembering Stan Lee is a touching tribute to Stan, filled with archived interviews from him on his experiences in the cameos, and showing plenty of delightful off-camera interactions with the cast and crew. There are well done character profile pieces for Thor, Black Widow, Captain America and Iron Man, with each one having countless cast and crew state proper kudos to what the actors have done for those characters over the years. If you only have time for one then I recommend Man Out of Time: Creating Captain America, because it goes into a little more detail than the others and Chris Evans has some intriguing introspection from his years with the character. Finally, there are short, but worthwhile pieces on the Russo brothers and the women of the MCU that should not be skipped out on either.

As I mentioned above, the hype building up to Endgame was insurmountable, but Joseph and Anthony Russo overcame the odds and delivered a gratifying conclusion to this era of the MCU. Watching the BluRay upscaled in 4K on a TV about a third bigger than my previous set made it a grander experience too for those showpiece moments. Sure I had quibbles and nitpicks I mentioned above, but by and large those are easily overcome by how much the Russo brothers got it right with this film. I am kicking myself for waiting a year and a half to re-watch it, but picked up on a lot of little things that went right over mine and Drax’s heads the first time out. If you have yet to give The Avengers: Endgame another viewing, then do not hesitate because you will not regret once again taking in this landmark epic that delivered against all odds! Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Dark Knight Rises Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve The Clapper Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed I & II Deck the Halls Detroit Rock City Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Grunt: The Wrestling Movie Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hell Comes to Frogtown Hercules: Reborn Hitman I Like to Hurt People Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Last Action Hero Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Man vs Snake Marine 3-6 Merry Friggin Christmas Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpions Revenge National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets Nintendo Quest Not for Resale Payback (Director’s Cut) Pulp Fiction The Punisher (1989) The Ref The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VIII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery Scott Pilgrim vs the World The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Slacker Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Sully Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild The Wizard Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

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norabrice1701 · 4 years

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An Offer Received - Part VI

A Jaguar Villain Tom Hiddleston Character (Thomas Conrad) fanfic

Pairing: Thomas Conrad x Fem!reader

Summary: Life underwater reveals the grand plan and...victory?

Rating: Sexual content NSFW smut (more sensual than explicit, but still please be ye warned), controlling behavior, f-bombs, discussion of violence happening out-of-scene, Conrad being Conrad

Previously: Part V - 5 Days

A/N: And we come to the end! Hopefully the loose economics isn’t too off-putting and semi-plausible (at least for this version of a modern world ha). Thank you to everyone who’s read and enjoyed!

GIF credit to the original poster via the Tumblr search!

Part VI - 5 Empires

As best you could figure, there were three compartment rooms exclusive for your and Conrad’s use. The first was the combined living room and your office. The second was a smaller room, connected to your office, that served as Conrad’s office – his nerve center, as you came to think of it. The third room was a single bedroom with a bed just big enough for two; built-in wardrobe and drawers lining the walls; and a small, functional bathroom. Or head, as the onboard sailors called it.

Beyond those three compartments, your movements were fairly limited and presided over by the seemingly indifferent crew that moved around you. “Miss Fox”, they all called you, inclining their heads politely when you passed or encountered them in the wardroom. Fortunately, no one waited on you hand and foot. You had free reign in the wardroom for food, coffee, and snacks. Hell, you suspected you might gain weight on this voyage with no chance to run or get any real exercise. At least the clothes that had been provided for you were surprisingly practical – suits with both trousers and skirts, tasteful blouses, silken cami and shorts sleepwear – all perfectly in your size.

Between working and surfing channels on the TV, you kept busy enough. It was still surprising that wireless internet or satellite or whatever it was worked so seamlessly underwater for all digital connections during your voyage.

Now that you were trapped with him underwater, living day-to-day, sharing a bed every night...it was disturbingly domestic and not. He still hadn’t told you much that was practical about anything, other than how to operate the shower controls.

You’d thought that, surely, now that you were here with him and no means of escape - maybe you would finally be privileged to know the grand plan. But you didn’t even know where the submarine was heading. You didn’t have your passport, but somehow you didn’t think that would be a problem whenever you arrived. But if this was his big move - or if he was making big moves - then would you at least be privileged to know if he won? Or if he lost?

That thought sat funny with you. If he lost. Of course, it was possible and, in fact, quite probable. Supervillains bent on world domination never won in the movies or comic books. But did you really consider Conrad a supervillain?

Hard to say.

He didn’t act much differently. He’d always walked and stood with the authority that he owned the world. With LOKI, he certainly had, and nothing about that had changed now. His cool, controlled demeanor had yet to slip, even though you spent a lot more concentrated time around him. At first, you feared what the single bed in the one bedroom would herald, but until last night, he’d been an unexpectedly, perfect gentleman. And even then, he’d only given you what you all but took from him.

You hadn’t meant to wake up. But the motion of the bed as he slid beneath the sheets stirred you. His scent enveloped you, always so enticing. Your hand reached out in a sleepy haze, settling to the hard plane of his chest, fingers tangling in the light scatter of hair. The heat of his body permeated the air, a welcome contrast to the chill of the submarine’s filtered air. Your head drifted on the pillow, only wanting to curl closer.

His minty breath fanned your face as a warm, solid hand covered yours, pressing it flat against his skin. Arousal suffused you, warm and rolling. Your legs twitched against the sheets, brushing his coarse leg hair. His nose skimmed yours as you breathed him in.

When your lips met his, there was no resistance. No illusion. Half-lucid drowsiness had given way to aching want, and he groaned softly as you rolled atop him. His hand rose to frame your face, angling you deeper into the kiss as his other hand drifted down your spine. You moaned, low and breathy, as tongues tangled and you felt his arousal grow against you. Without realizing it, your hips started to roll in slow, teasing waves.

In a fluid, tender motion you were on your back with the heat of his body everywhere above you. Those nimble fingers caressed your breast through the silk of your cami as he angled his hips to let you slide down his sleep shorts. Yours went next and you whimpered at the feel of him, hard and heavy, against your core. With no words, no questions, he pushed inside, burying to the hilt before setting a slow, steady pace.

He brushed that secretive, intense place within you on each stroke, tearing raw moans from your throat. Tears stung your eyes, overwhelmed and overcome, as he continued to move, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back. His forehead rested against yours, noses nuzzling as you each gasped and moaned your shared pleasure. With the deep slide of him inside and the press of him outside, it didn’t take long until your release burst in blinding euphoria.

And you did the unthinkable. Words slipped from your lips before you could even think.

“Oh, Tom….”

You didn’t realize what you’d said until later. Much later. After he’d told you not to wash away the evidence of your shared passion. After you’d fallen asleep, curled into him, despite the tacky moisture pooling between your thighs. After you’d woken to see the sheets stained beyond reuse. After he’d brought enough breakfast and coffee for two as you each dressed for the day.

And now...now, you braced for his response. For his inevitable retaliation for the liberties you took, either with his given name or his person. He’d never given you permission to call him ‘Tom’.

You blew another sigh, distracted from your work yet again. And all of that was to say nothing of even beginning to analyze what drove you into his arms at the late night hour in the first place. Was this the beginning of some twisted captivity dependency? Where you were just that desperate for human contact that you turned to your captor?

Not quite. He hadn’t abducted you. You could have pitched a fit, refused to go, and likely wound up in the bottom of the harbor along with your watch. But you didn’t. You were here.

The VI on the bottom of your foot throbbed.

But the hours continued to progress, and it proved just another day under the water.

Until it wasn’t. Until he lounged on the couch, oddly close to you, oddly relaxed. His tie had disappeared, along with his suit jacket. The top buttons of his dark shirt revealed a tease of skin, and his sleeves were cuffed just above his elbows. He sipped from a highball of scotch as you nursed your wine. The TV droned mindlessly on global news, current events.

“It’s been four days,” you started softly, “are we still planning to arrive tomorrow?”

He took a slow sip of scotch. “Yes.”

“Is that when I’ll learn more?”

He cut you with a wry, sideways look. “Don’t you want to maintain some plausible deniability?”

You bristled. Sure, you’d thought of that, but you didn’t like the insulation on his voice. You weren’t ready for him to make a rash decision on your behalf and cut off your left foot. “At this point…after last night – difficult to deny I’m not a willing participant in your coup or revolution or whatever you’re terming it.”

“It’s neither of those things.” He paused for another mouthful of scotch. “Certainly nothing so dramatic. Dramatic change invites a dramatic response, which does no one any good. Subtlety is key until the moment of revel.”

You couldn’t hold back a soft snort. “Until you…what? Rise out of the water on a fountain of righteousness?”

“Nothing so fantastical. The dominoes will start to fall tomorrow. You’ll see.”

You took another drink of wine, debating pushing your luck. Why not? “I thought you might be angry, or...displeased after last night.”

He hummed softly, his eyes darting up and down your torso as he raised a hand to his mouth, teasing his thumb with his front teeth . “Now, why would you think that?”

“No one calls you ‘Thomas’, let alone ‘Tom’.” You weren’t going to mention that conversation with Amelia. “I just want to know if I should be on my guard for you to corner me against the bulkhead for another of your so-called ‘lessons’.”

“In the dark of night with you warming my bed so freely, you’ll find little behind closed doors that displeases me. However, should such an incident bleed over into the daylight, that will be a different discussion.”

You blinked, doubting you heard him right. “That...that’s it?”

He turned to you with a distantly annoyed expression. “I’ve told you before - you’re not one for trite questions. You have what you have. And soon…,” his lips curled in a wolfish smile, “we’ll have the world.”

You’re not sure how you slept that night, but you did. You did, and you worked until he interrupted you, switching on the news.

“Alright, thank you, Adam.” The anchor turned back to face the main camera. “Again, to recap - if you’re just joining us - we’re 14 hours into what’s already being called the most massive market shakeup in history. The trend started in the Japan Exchange Group - the world’s 3rd largest financial market. A trickle of sales and acquisitions that grew to cascading proportions, with far-reaching impacts into the Shanghai, Hong Kong, and Shenzhen Stock Exchanges. Financial analysts are now reporting the moves permeated across these markets now have spread through the Bombay Stock Exchange, and are starting to manifest in Euronext. We have our own analyst, Ted Marshall, joining us now. Hello, Ted.”

The newscast split screens, and a spectacled man in a frumpy suit joined the anchor. “Hello, yes - as you said - the financial world has never seen movement of this magnitude. And, to be clear, we’re talking about movements of tectonic proportions that have left investors around the globe scratching their heads and frantically trying to keep up.”

“As we’ve already seen, six of the ten largest markets in the world have already been impacted. What risk do you see for the remaining four markets?”

“I don’t think it’s a risk at all - I think it’s a predictable reality. Pinhole leaks precede a tsunami wave breaching a seawall. We’ve already seen those pinhole streams flow from one market to the next as trading floors open and then the big wave hits. It’s as if someone has found the thread that unites all of the world’s major markets, and is following that thread across the time zones, pulling to unravel and create something new.” Ted shook his head, as if in disbelief. “The world’s top ten stock markets control almost 80% of the global wealth. If what we’re seeing continues on through the UK and US based markets, then we could be looking at the largest redistribution and consolidation of wealth in history.”

You stared at the TV, nearly agape. This was unreal...it had to be. It didn’t make sense - how could....?

A cold chill ran down your spine as you glared over at Conrad. Sure, he was normally a man of confident bearing, but the intense pride that suffused his handsome face was unsettling. Slowly, he turned towards you, the corner of his mouth lifting as he spoke. “Admittedly, it was a hard thread to identify.” He muted the TV volume. “It took me years to execute the right contracts, plan the right mergers. And then more time, still, to recruit foot soldiers. But the sales and acquisitions will continue to waterfall through the western markets - until they seize upon the floors of the Nasdaq and New York Stock Exchange, with LOKI emerging a triumphant victor.” He glanced back at the TV with an almost secretive air. “The reporters have it right - the world’s top ten markets do control nearly 80% of the global wealth, and by the time of the closing bell on Wall Street - 75% of that wealth will be directly under my control.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re just...you’re stealing the global wealth to fund your takeover?”

“Did you hear any mention of illegal activity?” He cut back to you with a sharp look. “That’s the beauty of it - all the sales, all of this tectonic movement and consolidation - has been out in the open for everyone and anyone to exploit, given the right resources and strength of will. Surely, I don’t need to remind you that I have both of those fully at my disposal.”

“But that’s...that’s….” Words escaped you as you turned back to the TV, seeing the headlines and stock market numbers on the screen. It was...dammit, it was smart, it was genius...it was terrifying. You forced a swallow. “So, what then? Once you control 75% of the global wealth, what happens then?”

“With 75% of the global economy facing bankruptcy, world leaders will have very little choice. But as I’ve said before, it’s a balance act to prove one has enough bases covered. Economic prowess is not enough to bring the nations into alignment, so it must be supplemented.” He glanced down at his watch, swiping through the touchscreen and pushing a side button.

The TV channel changed to a tactical display - a visual of the world’s continents with major cities marked and identified. Each city had a stock market indicator, tracking the progression of wealth accumulation, and symbols that looked like traffic signals. Most of the cities just had one traffic signal indicator, but some cities like Tokyo and London had two indicators. Washington, D.C. had three indicators. In fact, now that you looked again - all cities had red lights at the top of the indicators, but Tokyo and Beijing’s indicators were yellow.

You gulped, trying to understand. Both Tokyo and Beijing had a full wealth accumulation tracker, so what did the yellow lights represent? You turned to Conrad, his gaze fixed on you, observing your study of the map. “The yellow lights...does that represent your supplement?”

The dark grin that curled his lips didn’t reach his eyes. “It represents an inbound warhead. Two targets in Tokyo and one in Beijing - undetectable by radar, too small for anti-missile defense, and enough firepower to reduce the seats of those governments to smoldering ruins.” He waved at the TV. “With a few strategic hits, the old guard will visibly crumble, paving the way for a new world.”

“That’s monstrous!” You stared at him wide-eyed in disbelief. “Killing all those innocent people!”

“Innocent is a kind word for those who have brought the world to such a state. A few will perish, yes. Such important buildings are never truly empty, even after hours when the majority of its occupants are off basking in the wealth of their reaping.”

“But you can’t…that - that makes you no better than they are.”

“There are only so many ways to get their attention, and in this case - it’s best to speak languages they understand.”

You shook your head, still horrified. “Money and violence.”

“Precisely.”

You wanted to keep admonishing him, yelling at him, and even beg him to stop. Each scenario played out with ultimate futility in your mind. This was his submarine, this was his show, and this was his moment. Nothing in his overbearing arrogance would bend to your wishes that he cease and desist.

So, you watched. You watched the stock market wealth accumulators fill. You watched the traffic signals drop from red to yellow, and ultimately to green. You tried not to think about how many lives each light represented. Occasionally, the TV would revert back to the news - each station overwhelmed with the amount of incoming information, updates on world leaders rushed to safety, financial markets upheaved, buildings exploding into flame in yet another new city.

It was terrible to watch. Terrible, and yet - like a train crash - impossible to look away.

After time, after hours - eventually, the last wealth accumulator peaked. The last signal turned green.

And nothing. Nothing happened. The submarine continued along, just as it always had. Just another day under the water, blissfully oblivious to the destruction raging across the continents above. You’d completely lost track of the hour, feeling a deep bone-weary exhaustion gnaw at you. You couldn’t even recall the last time you’d eaten, your stomach a giant knot from all the anxious news activity.

Still, you watched coverage of the fallout. Unknown numbers of injured, but significantly less than if the buildings had been occupied. And the list of damage was extensive. Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. The Great Hall of the People. The Kremlin. The Grand National Assembly of Turkey. The Government of India Building. The Palace of Westminster. Buckingham Palace. The White House. The United States Capitol. But you already knew - you’d seen the map.

But then came a breaking announcement. After the twenty-four hours of chaos, everything had fallen still and quiet. No more inbound missiles. No more stock market movement. In fact, the governments of the world were beginning to read the outcome in the settling dust, starting to grasp that the vast wealth of the global economy was no longer theirs to control.

There were too many questions and not enough answers in the chaos - but there was a note. A single message with a concise purpose that arrived at the United Nations conspicuously after the last missile fell.

It brought a request. A request for a meeting. A request to talk through the global situation. And the meeting was due to start within minutes. World leaders from all over the globe planned to call in and listen firsthand to the discussion. And, of course, the origin of the note was untraceable and anonymous.

But you knew who had sent it.

He stood next to you now, dressed in the finest suit of his collection. The crispest cut, the sharpest fit, and the dark navy color did wonders for the crystal blue of his eyes. He looked like a man of power. Like...like the ruler of the world.

He caught your gaze with a sideways smirk before he turned for the door to his office. “Mustn’t be late, you know.”

You exhaled shakily. “So...so, that’s it? It’s over? You...won?”

He paused at the door, turning back for one last glance, steely determination glinting in his eyes. “What other choice do they have?”

The door closed behind him, and you held your breath.

The End

#tom hiddleston #villain #the art of villainy #hiddlesedit #good to be bad #world domination #loki #fanfic #an offer received #wannabe writer #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #not rpf

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🎃 Frightful October Act VI, #17 ~ Mirror (Ryoma Echizen)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Slice of Life, Halloween

Word Count: 3,205

Pairing: Reader x Ryoma

World: Prince of Tennis

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“Y/N! Mikoto! Come down here please!”

Hearing your mom calling your name, you set your pencil down and headed into the hall, nearly colliding with your younger brother. You descended the stairs, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

Your mom glanced over her shoulder before turning back to dinner. “Mom just called, she needs help moving a mirror to the living room. Someone is coming to look at it tomorrow, and she can’t move it herself.”

“Sure, mom~” The two of you chorused before heading to the entryway to slip your shoes on.

“Do you think she means that really creepy mirror in the guest room?” Mikoto whispered as he slipped on his sneakers, not wanting her to overhear him. “I bet it’s haunted.”

“There are no such things as spirits, Miko, we’ve been over this.” you rolled your eyes, slipping on your boots before pushing the front door open. The chilly October air greeted you, nipping at your face and hands.

“But if spirits did exist, they would totally exist in that mirror.” He leaned forward. “You don’t find it creepy?”

“Well… I guess it is kind of creepy,” you mused, tapping your chin with your index finger.

Your grandmother lived only four houses down from yours, so you arrived rather quickly and knocked on the door. She pushed it open and ushered you both inside, offering some hot cocoa to warm you both up. The smell of chocolate chip cookies filled her house.

“I’ve just put the cookies in the oven. They should be done by the time you move the mirror,” she smiled, putting her arms around both of you. “Thank you so much for the help, my dears.” With a gentle peck to your forehead and then his, she retreated over to the oven.

“Let’s get this over with,” you said softly, not wanting the older woman to overhear.

He nodded, following you into the guest room at the back of the house. You flicked the light on, feeling a drop of sweat roll down your cheek as you glanced at the tall mirror leaning against the wall, a faded white sheet thrown over it. You tugged the sheet off, letting it pool to the wooden floor.

The wooden frame was faded and chipped in multiple places. The glass was scratched and had the remnants of old stickers stuck to it. It looked like a simple old mirror, but looking at it gave you the chills.

“How should we…?”

You stood beside it. “Get on the other end and carefully push it over. It’ll be easier to carry if we turn it on its side.”

Mikoto nodded, his hands carefully holding onto the side of the mirror as he pushed it over. You held the other side, not letting it hit the ground. He bent down, putting his hands under it as he lifted.

“It’s light,” he commented.

You nodded. “Yes, but be careful, okay?”

“Okay~”

You slowly walked backward, holding on tight to the mirror as your brother walked forward, a look of concentration on his face. You noticed the rug, careful not to trip over it.

“Miko, watch out for the – ”

Mikoto squeaked in surprise as his foot caught the rug and he stumbled, his upper body pushing the mirror forward. It slid across your hand and you felt a sharp pain, making you lose your grip. In seconds, the mirror crashed to the ground, the glass shattering across the floor.

The two of you exchanged a look, wincing.

Your grandma came rushing in as fast as her old legs would carry her, her eyes scanning the scene. “Oh dear, are the two of you okay?” she noticed you holding your hand, a look of pain on your face. She shuffled over, careful of the glass.

“I’m sorry!” Mikoto’s voice cracked as his eyes filled with tears. “It was my fault!”

“It wasn’t,” you insisted, giving him a smile. “I got a splinter and lost my grip…”

“It looks quite deep. Come into the kitchen and let’s get it out, dear,” she held your wrist and the three of you stepped around the glass, entering the kitchen. After shuffling around for the tweezers, she carefully pulled the splinter from your palm. The area was red and sore, but you knew it would heal quickly. She placed a spotted bandaid over the wound and smiled.

“I’m really sorry, grandma,” you told her, grabbing the broom and dustpan from the storage closet.

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “Let me clean it up, I don’t want you getting hurt anymore.”

“No, I’ve got it. I’ll be careful, I promise!” you kissed her cheek before heading into the hall.

Mikoto stood nearby, watching you with a frown. “Isn’t it bad luck to break mirrors?”

“Seven years,” you answered without much thought, regretting it instantly as a worried look flashed across his face. “But don’t you worry, it’s just superstition.” You placed your hand on his head, ruffling his hair. “With this touch, I take all of your bad luck away!”

“You’re so lame, Y/N~” he pouted, the corners of his lips twitching upward.

With a smile, you got to work, careful to check under the furniture to make sure you got all of the glass.

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The Autumn festival was arriving in Tokyo, bringing all manner of people to the city. Starting on the twenty-fifth, the festival ran until the thirty-first of October. It offered rides – such as the Ferris wheel and bumper cars -, food stalls – mos of which offered scary-looking eyeball shaped items and drinks made to look like blood -, and various game stalls – like the dime pitch or the shooting game. The festival opened at four-thirty in the afternoon and remained open until well after midnight.

As someone that loved the month of October and Halloween with every fiber of your being, you fully intended to visit the festival every single day that it was in town, but life had other plans for you.

On the day the festival arrived, you had rushed out of your classroom, feeling excited, but that left you open to the science teacher that was passing by as you ran from the room. She stopped you, asking if you would help her carry the new science books from the office to the science lab. You were raised not to dismiss someone in need, so you reluctantly agreed to help. When you got there, in your haste to leave, you spilled a substance in a glass jar on her desk. Naturally, you had to stay and help her clean it up. It was pretty late by the time you finished, and you had to get home to help your mom with dinner.

The next day, a storm rolled in so the festival was closed until it passed, which it did at five the next morning.

On the third day, Mikoto was throwing up and had to stay home from school. Since both of your parents had to work, you stayed home from school, as well, and took care of him well into the night.

On the fourth day, in your haste to get to the festival, you tripped on a piece of sidewalk that was sticking out of the ground, spraining your ankle. You couldn’t put much pressure on it for two days.

On the sixth day, all Hallow’s eve, you were determined the make it to the festival, but the food you had eaten that morning had other plans. You spent most of the day in the bathroom with bad diarrhea.

Were you cursed? Was this some divine punishment for sins you committed in a previous life? Or was the superstition that breaking a mirror really did bring about bad luck true?

You were beginning to wonder, but the game wasn’t over yet. You had one more day.

October 31st

You kept glancing at the clock on the wall, but time seemed to be passing at a snail’s pace. The teacher droned on and on about one thing or another, but you didn’t register anything he said. Your mind was racing with thoughts about what had happened over the past week and what might yet happen.

No matter what, you would get to the festival. Nothing was going to stop you.

Tick, tock.

“Now, I’d like to take a moment to – ”

Tick, tock.

“And don’t forget to – ”

Tick, tock.

“I expect you all to – ”

Tick, tock.

The bell finally rang, echoing through the school like an angry banshee.

You jumped up, clutching your pre-packed bag to your chest. You were out of the room before the bell finished ringing. That’s when your challenge began.

Your plan was to avoid all of the other students and teachers – if they didn’t see you, they couldn’t ask you for help – while being careful of your footing so you didn’t trip again. The night before, you had made a nutritious meal packed full of vitamins for your brother, so you were confident that he wouldn’t get sick. As for yourself, you had skipped both breakfast and lunch to avoid any disagreements they might have with your stomach.

You were ready for anything!

You slowly peeked around the corner, eyes scanning the hallway. Although you had been the first one to leave the classroom, your sneaking around to avoid everyone made you one of the last people to leave the school. There were a few stragglers left behind.

The hallway was clear, so you ran as fast as you could, crouching behind a large round trashcan. The shoe lockers were just around the corner. All you had to do was pass that level and then face the boss – getting past the school gate.

Two girls were standing by the lockers, chatting about their plans to take their siblings trick-or-treating. Your eye twitched. ‘Just go home already!’

Several minutes passed before they finally left, their voices fading.

You peeked around the corner to make sure no one else was there. ‘Okay, Y/N, time to go for the record!’ you jumped around the corner, yanking the locker open and switching your shoes at lightning speed. You could hear voices approaching and your head snapped to the courtyard. There were still students floating around the gate and the voices behind you were getting closer.

You were being boxed in.

‘I have to make a run for it, there’s no other option!’ your feet pushed off the ground just as two boys rounded the corner. Cold air whipped around your body as you ran, your mind focusing on your feet so you didn’t trip over air like you had before.

The gate was right in front of you and steadily getting closer. Just a little bit farther and you’d be free.

A hand grabbed the back of your shirt, tugging you backward. With a squeak, your foot slipped out from underneath you as you fell back against a strong chest, arms wrapping around your body to steady you. You glanced over your shoulder, meeting the violet eyes of Rikkaidai’s self-proclaimed tensai, Marui Bunta.

He grinned at you as if he hadn’t just given you a big fat ‘game over’. “What’s the rush, Y/N-chan~?”

Jackal stood next to him, sending him a pointed look. “You shouldn’t grab people like that! Are you okay, Y/N? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You scowled at Marui, pulling yourself from his arms before addressing Jackal. “I’m okay, but I really need to get going. Please excuse me.”

Marui’s threw his arm over your shoulder, preventing you from moving. “Do you have a date we don’t know about, Y/N-chan?” he wiggled his eyebrows with a grin, blowing a bubble with his mint gum.

You could feel your window of opportunity closing and you kept glancing at the gate like a trapped animal ready to dash. “I’m going to the festival with -”

“We’re going too!” Marui declared. “Let’s go together!”

“What? No, I -”

But he wasn’t listening as he dragged you out of the gate with Jackal following close behind, trying to convince him to let you go. You frowned, chewing on your bottom lip. So far, every single failed attempt to get to the festival involved you going there alone to meet someone. Was this the secret? Did you just have to visit the festival with someone? You glanced at the two as they bantered back and forth.

‘It’s always easy to get lost in the crowd at festivals. You see it happen all the time in shoujou anime. When we get there, I’ll just sneak away and go see Ryoma!’ you thought with a renewed excitement.

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The three of you made it to the festival without incident. You were so happy to be standing at the entrance that you wanted to cry, letting your eyes take in the scene of the happy festival-goers. There was a problem, though.

Marui’s arm was wrapped around your own and he refused to let you get away.

You tried to pull your arm free, making like you were heading for one of the game stalls, but his grip tightened as he said. “I don’t want you to get lost!”

You even tried to bathroom excuse, but he insisted on escorting you there.

Having two younger brothers made Marui quite a protective person, and he regarded you like family.

‘What do I do now?’ you frowned. You were happy to have made it to the festival and you did love both Marui and Jackal, but you wanted to experience the festival at your own pace, not Marui’s. You also wanted to find Ryoma, who you had desperately been trying to see over the past week.

Your phone buzzed. It was a new message from Ryoma.

✉ ‘Did you finally made it to the festival?’

You bit your lip, typing a quick reply. ‘I did but… I’m being dragged around by Marui…’

✉ ‘Che’

Your frown deepened. You could feel his annoyance through that one word and you honestly felt guilty, knowing he was feeling that way because of you. The two of you went to different schools in different prefectures, so you didn’t get to see the short boy that you had fallen head over heels for very often. Both of you had been expecting to spend the festival together, but day after day, something happened that prevented you from going.

As you passed by the haunted house, you suddenly had a brilliant idea. You tugged on Marui’s arm, pointing at the attraction with a grin. “Let’s go in there!”

His body visibly stiffened, his face going pale as a scream sounded from the entrance. “A-Are you sure you want to go in th-there?”

You suppressed a smirk, tilting your head to the side. “Yeah! You can’t come to the Autumn festival without checking out the haunted house.”

Jackal caught onto your plan. “Sounds like fun, let’s go!” He pushed his friend toward the entrance with some difficulty since Marui’s heels were firmly digging into the ground.

Another scream ripped through the air, followed by the cackle of a witch. You could see Marui’s soul leaving his body as his head fell back. Jackal gave you a nod and a kind smile, slipping his arm around Marui’s own. You gave him a thankful smile, tugging your arm free before you turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. Once you were a safe distance away from the haunted house, your body started to relax, your eyes sweeping over the scenery around you.

“Y/N.”

You turned around, eyes meeting those cat-like eyes belonging to Ryoma. Without hesitation, you threw yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck so you could bring him close to you. “I missed you so much, Ryoma.”

He scowled, fighting back the blush that was creeping across his cheeks. “Where’s Marui?”

“I managed to ditch him at the haunted house with some help from Jackal,” you grinned, letting him pull back. You knew he wasn’t fond of affectionate displays.

He started to walk toward the back of the festival and you slipped your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. The throngs of people began to thin out and the loud sounds faded as he brought you farther away from the festival. You were slightly disappointed, knowing that it was the last day to experience everything it had to offer, but feeling Ryoma’s warm hand in yours made it worth it.

He found a nice patch of grass and laid down, folding his arms behind his head. You settled down beside him, your cheek resting against your palm as your eyes scanned his face – his cat-like eyes always full of mischief, his long lashes, and his soft lips. He was gorgeous in your eyes. You reached forward, gently brushing the hair from his eyes.

“You should transfer to Seigaku.”

“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?” you chuckled. “Maybe when I graduate I’ll try and pass the entrance exam for Seishun High. It’ll be hell trying to get away from the tennis team, though.”

He scowled at the mention of them, feeling jealousy tugging at his heart. “I don’t like how close they are to you.”

“Aww, are you jealous~?” you teased, poking his warm cheek. He scoffed, knocking your hand away. “There’s nothing to worry about. Those guys are like family to me.”

Ryoma hummed, closing his eyes, but he didn’t comment.

You glanced up at the black, velvety sky, lit up by dozens of twinkling stars. “Hey, Ryoma?”

“Hm?”

“Do you believe in bad luck?”

He raised a brow, looking at you curiously. You told him about the mirror you and your brother had broken and how you were starting to think that it was behind the string of bad events that had kept you two apart over the past week. “Isn’t a mirror seven years of bad luck?”

“Actually, I took Mikoto’s bad luck, too…”

“Fourteen years of bad luck.”

“Y-Yeah, but that’s just superstition… right?” you both exchanged a look. “I’m gonna end up being that crazy old person with a string of garlic around their neck and a horseshoe above every door…”

Ryoma laughed at the mental image that provided. “Don’t forget the rabbit’s feet and four-leaf clovers.” Your pointed look made him smirk. “Even if you become some crazy superstitious person with fourteen years of bad luck coming for you, I’ll still love you, Y/N.”

Your lips tugged up on their own as you leaned over him, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “You better~”

“I promise,” he whispered, closing the distance between you.

Just before your lips met, a familiar scream broke through the night air, followed closely by a crying fuschia-haired boy who was shrieking your name as if his life depended on it. It made you jump up, thinking something was wrong, but Marui tripped, slamming his body into yours. You both hit the ground.

“Y/N! Th-There are gh-ghosts here! This place is haunted! We need to leave!” Marui cried, clinging to you like a child as tears streamed down his face. Jackal came running up a moment later, sweatdropping at the scene.

You sent Ryoma an apologetic smile, but he was too busy staring at Marui in annoyance. ‘Definitely bad luck…’

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OF CRYSTAL ROSES (EXTENDED AUTHOR’S NOTE OF CHAPTER VI. OF CASTLES)

-- TO READ THE CHAPTER ITSELF, SEE HERE ON AO3 --

well, well, well. here we are. spoiler alert, gryffindors make plans they don’t stick to, lolz. all the good intentions in the world, i had. study, i said i would. yet, here were find ourselves, eighteen thousand words later. this appears to be how i roll. slept about five hours last night, too, so apologies if i’m slightly non-sensical/rambly. this chapter ought to be sponsored by deliveroo and teapigs tea, a brand of tea that appeared in my local supermarket a few moths ago and that i steadily refused to buy because - can tea really be worth this much? low and behold, once you’ve tried it once, it appears to be addictive. i’ve, while writing this chapter, worked my way through about four packs of their different teas - they are just this good. i have a job interview tomorrow so wish me luck in gaining employment which will hopefully fund my expensive habits.

now, before we get into the nitty gritty of the chapter, itself, i just needed to say this: i cannot thank everyone enough for the incredible response on last chapter. i’d kind of grown accustomed to getting a couple of reviews for each of them and to writing in my little corner of the internet but boy, you guys are bloody legends! i am so overwhelmed with gratitude for everyone who commented, kudo-ed and generally gave love to this fic in general. i really didn’t expect such a response and it’s meant the world to me. i think it’s probably also the reason why i’m posting so early because i kept being like, god, i can’t leave this many people waiting in this cliffhanger hell. i think this chapter ends on a more positive note (although, i’ll let you judge), one that might be more conducive of a few weeks’ wait (more on that below), haha.

this being said, as i explained on here before, i come from very tiny fandoms where basically everyone knows each other and the number of people reading would usually fit in my flat. the fact that over 80 people are now subscribed to this fic just blows my fucking mind. you’re all magnificent and i love you. i try to respond to all the comments so let’s keep chatting if you feel like it (although, no pressure - comment if you want to, but do know that it makes me very happy when you do :)). you’re all fabulous and i wish you all the best!

anyway, spoilers for castles, chapter vi under the cut.

guys, guys, guys, i am so tired. i’ve spent four days editing almost 20,000 words and my brain is fried. but, we are officially at the halfway point of this story, yaaaay!!! my plan, at this point, is that we’ll have six chapters on each side but even if i do end up splitting this one later (more on this below) i’ll end up with seven chapters on each side so either way - yay to the end of act 1!

i think that’s also why i tried to turn this chapter around this quickly. to me, i always kind of saw this fic as having two parts. part 1: the immediate post-war aftermath with the heartache and the love-fast/burn-fast start to harry/ginny. part 2: a slow and actually healthy rebuild of their relationship, and of the world around them. i have genuinely been writing towards that last harry/ginny scene in this chapter for months. it feels like such a relief to finally have that weight off my shoulders. and i actually do think it’ll allow me to focus on study later. act one is finished, and act two can wait a bit, i suppose.

now, obviously, given that i already apologised last time, part of me still wants to apologise for the length of this chapter, even more so, actually. it sits at about 18,000 words which, by nanowrimo’s standards, is over a third of a full book, wtf. yet, you guys also said last time that you didn’t actually mind long chapters, so perhaps i shouldn’t beat myself up too much?

as i said in the a/n, this is a little bit of different set up than chapter v. though. i know exactly where to split this. as you’ve probably seen by now, there’s a very natural split point after harry has his breakdown on the couch with ginny, before Christmas properly "starts." the reason i didn’t split this one there, though is: a) selfish: i needed to get this out. stop working on it. i need to study. when it’s out, i’m not thinking about it anymore. it would have been a bit non sensical to split this just for the sake of it and post two chapters at once, which means i probably would have held onto the second part for another couple of weeks, and fuck that. additionally, b) you may not have noticed this but: the chapter titles rhyme. why did i bring this additional difficulty upon myself, i do not fucking know. especially because i will soon run out of one-word construction materials to draw from, lol. as a result, though, i need an even number of chapters to close out this story and because i’m sort of planning six chapters from now to the end (more on that below) i can’t really split this one right now. like, if i end up with another overlong chapter in the next few months, i probably will take that opportunity and go back and split this one, just for readability. but at this stage, at this stage, because i don’t know how many chapters i’ll have for act two (six or seven), i’m keeping this chapter like this for the time being. i kind of hope i end up with seven chapters on the other side and am able to split this one down the line, but we will see. in the meantime, my most sincere apologies to the folks who read fanfiction before bed and it’s now 4 am by the time you’ve finished this. i’ve been there before, believe me.

from a personal standpoint, though, i have to say, this chapter (compared to the last one) was incredibly easy to write. i think i’d spent so much time imagining and writing these scenes in my head as kind of a culminating point for the first half of the story, that it quite simply poured out. i did have a little bit of an everything is shit crisis yesterday and today, but sure look, that always happens. overall, i am quite happy - i think - with the end result.

now, when i say "easy to write" i mean, technically, easy to find words to write down what was in my head. i do not mean: easy to write on an emotional level. oh boy. i’m generally not a crier. i have been asked, a number of times, by people who said my writing made them cry: do you cry when you write, too? and my answer was always ‘no’. i don’t judge, but i’m just not that kind of person. i know people who cry every day but personally, we are in the middle of a pandemic, my father recently passed away, i’ve lost my job and am studying for an exam my life is pretty dependent upon, and i haven’t cried in months. yet, i swear, there were a couple of times, both writing this and editing it, when i had to step away from the screen because i could feel a lump in my throat. that had never happened to me before. i didn’t, like, bawl or anything but god i felt it. i don’t know if it’s because it’s my first time killing an oc, someone who was really mine but boy. giulia. i kept trying to find ways not to kill her, or apologising to her. to me, she’s tom’s last victim and that really, fucking hurts. if you’re hurting too, i don’t really know what to tell you. i’m sorry, i suppose. her death was needed for … plot purposes, lol. god, i’m the worst haha.

re:harry/ginny: i must say i really like where they end up, at the end of this. i had planned this to a certain extent. i was always under the impression that they would talk over christmas, but not get back together. however, the reason why they weren’t getting back together, in my head, was initially quite different. i initially didn’t have ginny dating someone else. i think i mentioned i was toying with the idea in the a/n for last chapter, but at the time i wasn’t truly sold on it. then, i ended up writing the scene i’d originally planned for them and it didn’t quite fit. what i’d planned, at the time, felt rather ooc for ginny when actually on paper. on the other hand, harry, under my fingertips, kept trying to kiss her and i kept hitting the delete button. i swear, i know it sounds weird to people who might not be writers but sometimes, your characters really do seem to have their own agendas. when i caved, let him kiss her, then the scene took on a different meaning, and, i hope, a better one. i think something clicked there and it feels like a good place for act one to end. obviously, they’ll get back together cause this follows cannon so you know, not much suspense there. it’s more about the how than the what, to me.

re:ginny’s letters: this idea came to me a while ago, actually. i was thinking that they’d need to talk about what happened last year, but i was kind of struggling on the how. having character a tell a story to character b is always a bit difficult, in writing, because it can quickly end up being boring. like, when ginny tells harry about christmas last year and lupin, in this chapter, telling that in dialogue is already rather long an laborious, and it’s overall such a short story. for harry, it’s easy. i’m in his head so he can just say ‘he told her about the hallows’ and the dialogue can be about their reaction, rather than the events itself. but ginny, she needs to share facts, as well as feelings. and doing that through long monologues just didn’t appeal. first, it’s quickly boring and second, it’s also kind of ooc. she’s not giulia, you see.

i did entertain the idea of completely skimming past it. ‘she told him about last year and he was horrified.’ - moving on. but, i don’t know, that didn’t feel quite right either, because i think they need to exchange, and talk, and that just felt like a copout. also, to be honest, it’s a very difficult story to tell. like, i’ve seen people in fics being like ‘so, harry sat down all of the weasleys and told them everything the trio did in seventh year,’ and i’m like that’s so difficult, though. sitting someone down and telling them all about your trauma, with little preamble, just setting it all out there, i can’t imagine ginny (or, frankly, most people) actually doing that, you know? we reveal bits of ourselves bit by bit, not all at once.

then, it hit me: she’s a writer, isn’t she? at least, she is canonically in first year, with not only the diary but also the poems, then writing for the prophet. obviously, the diary thing would have riled her up a bit but i do think in the end, she would probably have been like: no, i won’t let him take writing away from me, you know? so yeah, letters. daily letters. you won’t see all of them in next chapter, but probably quotes from the most important ones, things that harry reads. that’s where he gets his facts about her story last year, and then they can focus on their feelings about it. fab! something to look forward to, haha.

now, re: the future. as i said, we are entering act two. act two will gradually become more "fun" and fluffy, i suppose, but i won’t lie, we will be keeping the same happy/sad vibe that a lot of you have commented on with this fic. it exists for a reason (as i said, life is about sex, but it’s also about funerals). as i said before, this fic is, above all, an exploration of what ‘all was well’ actually means.

this being said, this isn’t an 8th year fic. there is a very specific future pov from which this fic is being narrated, and that’s in october 2027 (i know, precise). obviously i have 28 years to get through in act two so that will affect the way that the timeline is designed. it will obviously be more spread out, especially in the later chapters. this being said, while i have about a million of ideas for all the space in between and a very clear view of what the last chapter will be, the exact layout of each chapter is still slightly blurry. i haven’t sat down to put all my ideas in chronological order yet, as well as into some sort of chapter structure, which is also why i can’t really tell if it’ll be six or seven chapters in the end. all of this to say, there’s still quite a bit of work to be done.

this means that, as i said in the a/n, i don’t think you’ll get next chapter until at least, may. please don’t think that this means i’ll be abandoning this fic or anything, it’s just that i’ll be doing work you probably won’t see. i’m probably going to take the rest of march off writing to study (bar maybe a roar-series Harry&Hermione friendship one shot? maybe) then take april to plan and write as much of the next chapters i possibly can. ideally, by the end of april i can have a first draft of the whole thing. i desperately want to write as much as i can now that I’m jobless in the hopes that when i do find a job (again, interview tomorrow, pray for me), i can just have editing to do at the weekends. but we all know i relate to harry on a very deep level when he says ‘when have our plans ever worked, anyway?’ so we will see, haha.

anyway, these were all the thoughts off the top of my head, re: this chapter. if you have any questions or other things you’d like me to ramble about, feel free to send in questions, my ask box is always open. i know i probably think about this fic (and hp) way too much but i’m an extrovert and my hobbies used to include travelling, pints at the pub, dating and, well, there’s none of that anymore, is there, lol? the uk has stolen our vaccines (fucking brexit) so here’s to being obsessed with fictional worlds i wish i could live in for a while longer,

i will now go and endlessly refresh my email for reviews and kudos, like the attention seeking basic bitch i am haha.

have a fab evening, everyone!

#castles #is out baby #whoop whoop

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A Sparkle Free Reveal

Summary: Louis gets Prisha to come over and watch Twilight with him and he is excited to find out whether Twilight vampires are anything like real ones.

Word Count: 2772

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Louis could hardly contain his excitement as he slid across the floor in his colorful lightning socks. After countless times of asking and begging he had gotten Prisha to agree to watch Twilight with him. Of course he had told her that Violet was going to be at this special showing of the movie at his house as well, but as luck would have it Violet couldn’t make it. At least not for the first hour or so.

The werewolf’s text message said something about werewolf training or something. Louis wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. The one time he had seen the werewolf training that Violet did with Coach Garcia he only heard the older wolf talking about what was the best cut of steak. Whatever, he was sure Violet would drop by, especially since he said that Prisha would be here. Originally this was planned to be a double date but now it would be a date plus a cool vampire bro.

Louis hummed happily as he grabbed a ton of drinks and snacks. The frankenstein struggled to balance all the great treats in his arms as he wandered to the movie room. The candy shook around with each step he took and his hands were starting to dangle off as he carried the liters of soda. “Come on, old lefty and righty, we’re almost there!” Louis cheered on his hands which were struggling to hold on for dear life.

After a few moments the frankenstein found the movie room again and was able to place down the sodas, cups and candy just in time. “Phew, that was close!” Louis placed his hands on his hips and smiled proudly at the setup so far. He’d gotten a ton of blankets and pillows and the popcorn was popped and placed in cute little old timey popcorn holders. He had procured all the best snacks: candy, chips, popcorn and sodas.

Louis’ eyes widened in realization when he remembered that Prisha was a vampire. He had totally blanked and forgotten the blood packs! Though now that he thought about it, he might not have been able to get them at all. Earlier this week when he had asked his dad about how to buy blood, his father simply frowned in disgust and said he didn’t want to purchase that sort of thing. Louis was trying to think of a good solution when the doorbell rang. That must be Prisha and Clementine!

“On my way!” Louis declared loudly and tried to move his hands from his hips but as soon as he did he heard the all too familiar popping sound. With a groan Louis looked down and saw that now both of his hands were stuck on his hips. He could reattach them once he reached the fron door. For now he had to greet his guests. The frankenstein slid across the floor with lightning speed on his socks. His dreadlocks bounced around from the sudden movement and his hands flapped on his hips. Louis quickly reached the door and realized his mistake. He had no way to stop himself now. With a panicked yelp Louis ran into the side of the wall and fell on his butt. His legs flailed around and his right one popped off slightly.

“Louis! Are you okay?” Clementine asked, her tone filled with concern. She didn’t wait for an answer and opened the door. Her eyes grew large when she saw the state her boyfriend was in. Jogging over, Clementine worked to get Louis’ hands back on.

“I gotta hand it to you Clem, you sure do know how to make a guy feel special,” Louis’ smile grew when he heard the soft laughter of his girlfriend. The sound made his heart pitter patter; he was so lucky to be with Clementine. She made him feel like no other human or monster ever could.

With a small grunt, Clementine pulled Louis up onto his now fully attached foot. Louis grinned and stole a small kiss. His smile faded though when he saw Clementine pause for a moment. But it became clear as day that he had no need to worry about anything when Clementine returned the kiss. Her kisses always felt like electricity coursing through the frankenstein’s body. It was easily the best feeling in the world to Louis.

“Perhaps it would be best if I watched the movie with you another day,” Prisha’s voice made the two look over. The vampire was clearly already feeling like a third wheel.

“No! I wanted to watch Twilight with you today! Don’t worry, Vi said she would come over as soon as she could,” Louis reassured his friend. “Oh! You may enter!” he declared extra loudly and Prisha blinked, startled for a moment before laughing.

“No, Louis, it's quite alright. I’ve already entered this house before. Besides, the whole ‘a vampire has to be invited in to enter a room or building’ is complete superstition.” Prisha strolled in and looked around at the beautiful interior of the mansion. “It was propaganda that humans made to foolishly think they had the power to stop vampires from entering homes unannounced,” Prisha smiled, her fangs poking out until she saw the look in Clementine and Louis’ eyes.

“Are you a burglar in your free time, Prisha?” Louis whispered to the vampire.

“What? No! I was just- I have class and morals!” Prisha huffed and turned sharply around, causing her black cape to flutter up and dance in the wind. How she had not only agreed to watch this vampire movie but also to wear a ‘vampire’ cape was beyond Prisha. She supposed that was the power of friendship; it had been a long time since she had friends so she guessed it only made sense.

“Well, why don’t we start the movie?” Clementines suggested and slipped her hand into Louis’. The frankenstein beamed and nodded a bit too excitedly, causing the seams on his neck to loosen and his head to flop over. “I've gotcha!” Clementine caught her boyfriend’s head and popped it back in pace.

With his head resecured, Louis proudly led the way forward. He twirled Clementine around once before gushing to both girls about how happy he was to finally be able to do this. After leading the monster and human through the maze that was his house and into the movie room, Louis kissed Clementine’s cheek and scampered off to get the movie set up.

Prisha sat down and noticed the popcorn. Human food had little nutritional use for her but it was still tasty. She took a kernel and tossed it in her mouth. The buttery taste made the vampire’s fangs poke out happily. Clementine smiled at her friend’s happiness and began to get the drinks ready. She was about to prepare the blankets when Louis reappeared.

“Please, allow me, m’lady,” Louis took the blanket and dramatically tossed it in the air and let it drape over Clementine. He then slipped under the blanket and blindly searched for Clementine’s hand. After a second he found it and smiled lovingly over at his girlfriend.

The frankenstein watched the ads playing on the screen before the movie for a minute before he glanced over at Prisha. The vampire had made a nice little spot for herself and although she wasn’t expecting anything great to come from the movie she was enjoying the snacks.

“Pssst, Prisha,” Louis’ voice drew the vampire’s attention who gave him a look to acknowledge she was listening. “I forgot to get you blood packs. Sorry,” Louis’s face fell and his dreadlocks swayed a bit.

“That's quite alright. I figured that may happen so I brought some of my own,” Prisha pulled back her cape and revealed little blood pouches tucked along her belt.

“Ooo! That's good. I was worried,” Louis leaned back in his chair and smiled when Clementine kissed his hand. The frankenstein continued to watch the last few ads before the film when he remembered something else. “Oh yeah, Prisha, I got you a neat stand that looks like a cool tree branch so you can watch the movie in your bat form if you want,” Louis squirmed around to get out of his blanket cocoon to grab the stand. He made a series of victory sounds as he held up the cute little stand. Prisha’s eyes shone at the sight. It was cute and a thoughtful gesture. The vampire soon shook herself out of her wonder though. She wanted to make commentary on how much the movie would be getting wrong about vampires.

“No thank you, I’d rather stay in this form.” Prisha opened up a blood pouch and happily sipped it right as the movie started. It didn’t take long for her to make commentary. It was obvious that this interpretation of vampires was extremely inaccurate.

“Ooo! Ooo! It's their first meeting!” Louis chimed in and excitedly ate some candy. The three of them watched as Edward stared at Bella who walked in front of a fan. The vampire viciously clutched his nose as papers blew in the wind.

“What? Did he smell a fart?” Prisha’s question made both Louis and Clementine laugh.

“Nah, he just smelled Bella’s scent and it was too powerful,” Clementine commented as the scene continued.

“Well, that makes no sense. That would be more akin to a werewolf’s ability of scent.” Prisha pointed out and the frankenstein looked over at his friend.

“So you didn’t smell Violet when you first met and become overwhelmed by her blood’s scent?”

“No! I’m not a creep like this sorry excuse for a vampire! I’m refined!’ Prisha grumbled and fell back in her chair, causing her cape to fly up and fall over her face. Clementine and Louis laughed at the sight before the vampire worked to free herself from her cape.

The movie quickly continued on and the other vampires were introduced but Edward was always front and center. “Why are all of these vampires so moody? I don’t act like this, I’m not some dramatic-” Prisha looked over to see Clementine’s teasing smile. The vampire huffed and flopped back in her chair. “Whatever, my point still stands that they are too mopey.” Prisha tossed some kernels of popcorn in her mouth and washed them down with some blood. The movie continued on and Prisha started to point out more things. Why were all of the vampires sickly pale and all of them if not most were white? Prisha began to go on a small spiel about how vampires were actually created long ago and didn’t originate in Europe but in Asia. Clementine and Louis cuddled up close to each other and enjoyed the vampire’s commentary throughout the movie. The couple snuck little kisses here and there and ended up feeding each other popcorn and candy. Prisha was far too caught up in all the inaccuracies to feel like the third wheel anymore even though that was the reality of the situation.

“Oh, it's this scene. I’m sure Prish will love this one,” Clementine teased which made the vampire raise an eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Prisha leaned over but Louis waved his hand.

“Shhh, shhh, you’re ruining the cinematic masterpiece of vampire storytelling,” Louis whispered over at the vampire. She couldn’t tell how serious he was being. Prisha decided not to focus on it though and returned her attention to the screen. Edward and Bella were now in the forest near the school where Edward was opening up about how dangerous he was. He listed reason after reason and Prisha fully believed he was correct in saying he wasn’t the right fit for Bella. Louis, on the other hand, was completely focused on asking Prisha questions.

“Prisha, do you have super speed?”

“No, I don’t,” Prisha responded and saw the little frown on Louis’ face.

“Is it a secret? It's a secret , right? Does Vi know about your speedy legs?”

“Lou,” Clementine gently pulled on his arm. “Enough about the super speed. Clearly Prisha won't tell us the secret. The secret that she has that ability,” Clementine joked and the vampire crossed her arms.

“I can’t believe this is what humans think vampires are like. They don’t think we’re a threat, they think we’re a joke.” Prisha slurped on a blood pouch with a pout when suddenly something on the screen made her stare at it in disbelief. Was Edward really shining now that he was in the sunlight? Before the scene could continue Clementine paused it.

“Sorry, bathroom break. Oh, I’ll also grab the leftover snacks and pop some more popcorn too,” Clementine leaned over and gave Louis a long, soft kiss before leaving.

After a minute Louis leaned over toward Prisha. “I need to ask you something important,” Louis’ eyes looked serious so Prisha turned her full attention to the conversation.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Do you sparkle in the sunlight? Or in general?” Louis gave an excited gasp. “Can you sparkle on command? Show me your sparkly powers, my wise vampire confidant!”

Prisha had had it. Without warning she abruptly stood up. “I am nothing like those vampires! I have no special sparkle power! Observe!” Prisha took the hem of her shirt and lifted it up to stomach, flapping the shirt again and again and again. “Does it look like I’m sparkling, Louis? Am I sparkling now? I have no spark-”

“Shit! Sorry I arrived so late! Werewolf-” Violet paused as she stood in the doorway. Her eyes were focused on Prisha’s toned stomach and she felt her face growing hot. The werewolf now had a deep blush on her face and as Prisha noticed her girlfriend had arrived she wasn’t doing much better. The vampire slowly let go off her shirt, causing it to fall back down and cover her stomach. The two stood in silence, both of them overwhelmed by what happened.

“Hey, bestie! You arrived at the perfect time!” Louis wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Louis!” Violet sent her best friend a look but her tail was still wagging just as wildly as it had been a few seconds ago. After a few seconds she noticed what Prisha was wearing. “Why are you in a cape?”

Prisha glanced down and felt her embarrassment grow. “I was told to look like a cool vampire,” She fidgeted with her braid; she was looking like an utter fool in front of Violet.

“I think you look cool,” Violet’s words made Prisha look up at her girlfriend. Her fangs immediately poked out as she smiled. Walking forward, Prisha used her cape and wrapped Violet in a hug. The werewolf’s ears were perked and her tail wagged ecstatically under the cape, causing it to flutter this way and that.

Soon Clementine had returned with the snacks and the movie resumed. Prisha seemed to calm down on her commentary now that Violet was here. Instead the vampire focused on showing affection to her girlfriend as they watched the movie. That didn’t stop funny comparisons between Prisha and the movie vampires from continuing. Many of the group’s favorite quirks about Prisha weren’t present in Twilight at all, like how she made cute bat-like sounds whenever she was gifted a blood pouch or how she got emotional over stories about bats. The four of them all enjoyed the movie though, even if it wasn’t the most accurate interpretation of vampires.

Clementine ended up falling asleep near the end of the movie, her head resting on Louis’ shoulder who kissed it before resting his own on top of hers. Soon the movie was done but neither couple wanted to move. Clementine was still asleep on Louis’ shoulder and Violet had ended up making a comfy little spot in Prisha’s arms.

“So… not a bad movie, huh?” Louis smiled over at the vampire.

“It was alright. It had its funny moments,” Prisha responded positively which made the frankenstein beam.

“Great! Because I have so many more vampire movies to watch with you! Whatcha say, you in?” Louis moved a bit too quickly, nearly waking Clementine but with a few quick kisses she fell asleep again.

Prisha pondered the offer for a minute. Sure, the movie wasn’t accurate but no human’s interpretation of a vampire ever had been. Besides, it turned out to be a fun double date. “Alright.”

“Awesome, because I found one with a vampire who has hair shaped like a butt!” Louis grinned.

“What?”

“Oh, but first we have three or four more Twilight movies to watch,” Louis’ statement made Prisha’s eyes grow large.

What had she just agreed to?

#twdg #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg violet #twdg prisha #clouis #twdg privet #fanfic #we are monsters we are proud au

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