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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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maintain our cover

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Summary: To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities with an attendee or two. You didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him.

Pairing: Older Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here); public sex; fingering; unprotected p in v; language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: slight age gap (10+ years, no more than 15); bit of a power imbalance bc of their ranks; coworkers to lovers; translations in the A/N

You adjusted the bust of your dress--if you could even call it a 'dress'--for the umpteenth time in the last hour, waiting nearly impatiently for Detective Superintendent Martinsson to swing by and pick you up to go to No Holds Barred. The establishment was an adult entertainment shop that held quasi-frequent gatherings--mixers, really--for couples and singles alike to enjoy and even partake, if they were up to it.

Tonight, according to your intel, would be one of those gatherings. And there you would find Lars Anderssen, your prime suspect for a series of killings that targeted women from their late teens to their early 30s, each victim's body posed in a lewd manner completely devoid of respect for them.

You were the one to discover that the women were connected through their membership to No Holds Barred, and that they were posed in such manners based on the preferences that they had with their sexual partners in these gatherings.

"Y/N, babes, much as I adore this getup on you and I'm sure you're about to have even Mister Detective Superintendent Stick in the Mud a little tongue-tied, how sure are you that this serial killer would come after you?"

You turned to face Stella, your sister and partner in all the bouts of mischief you'd partaken in throughout your life, fiddling with the flimsy mesh fabric of the near see-through lingerie dress you'd chosen for the event. "In truth none of us are sure that Anderssen would go for me. I fit the age range, sure, but that's about all that we know on his victims. That and that they were all last seen in No Holds Barred on a night of one of these sex parties."

"So what's the plan if he doesn't go for you?"

"We follow him when we see him and hopefully save the potential next victim from his grotesque murderous display of slut-shaming. We have contingencies, sis, don't worry."

"And how do you plan to keep your cover intact?"

"Pardon?"

"Babes, you're going to a sex club. There's an unspoken expectation for you to be fucking someone tonight." You blanched at her words. "Are you sure you and Mister Pants Too Tight He Can't Unclench His Arse Cheeks are comfortable enough with each other to—"

"Oh fuck, no I'm not shagging Martinsson," you chuckled nervously. "We're splitting up when we get to the party, looking like a couple that's trying to explore a more open relationship, and then we'll both keep an eye out while we're…staying in character. I told you, we have contingencies." You faced your reflection again, fussing with your hair and wiping off your vampy lipstick to try on a Snow White red shade. "Besides," you rambled. "He wouldn't go for me even if it was to stay in character. Pretty sure he can't stand my presence."

You did your best to sound indifferent as you said it, but the pointed look your sister shot you told you that the bitterness still slipped through the cracks.

"Well regardless, I know that you have a job to do and everything, bad guys to put behind bars and all that. But I hope you get to have a spot of fun tonight. Maybe have a nice little tryst with a handsome stranger. Lord knows your sex life's so dry people probably think you live in a nunnery," she chuckled, walking over to help you with your hair, ruffling it to add some body and a sultry 'disheveled' look.

The sound of sharp knocking at your door nearly made you draw a line of lipstick up your cheek. "Bloody fuck, even his knocking is uptight," you grumbled, walking over to the door to reveal Martinsson on the other side, the sight of him in a tailored navy blue suit with the white dress shirt's top two buttons undone to reveal an unsurprisingly well-defined chest with a light smattering of chest hair peeking out nearly making you stumble in your ridiculous stilettos that you'd borrowed from Stella.

"Detective Y/L/N," he addressed you tersely, nodding once and making you resist the urge to roll your eyes in his presence. He held out an earbud for you to take. "The team will be monitoring the venue; they'll be on standby in case Anderssen attempts to run."

You took the device from his hand and made quick work to secure it within your ear, grabbing your coat from the hook and shrugging it on. "Thanks. At least if Anderssen tries to make a play for me I'll be able to tell you where we're headed and hopefully you all can get to me before I die a humiliating death in this." You gestured as you both made your way toward the car that the department had rented, eyes widening when Magnus walked to the passenger side of a sedan limo and opened the door for you.

Before you folded yourself into the seat, he wrapped his hand around your arm, halting you on the spot. "He won't get that far, I promise you. I will keep you safe." A few agonizingly long silent moments passed before his hand traveled down the length of your arm, briefly wrapping around yours before he cleared his throat. "Erm, you look--"

"Like a whore?" you finished, trying your best to inject a touch of humor in the tense atmosphere you always seemed to find yourselves in. "That's kind of the point. He targets women he deems 'too promiscuous to live' so might as well make sure I practically have a red neon sign pointed at my tits."

His face showed visible discomfort, clearing this throat again before responding. "I was going to say you look like a temptress."

You didn't bother to hide how taken aback you were at his words. "I'll take that as a compliment," you muttered, maneuvering yourself so that you could make your way into the passenger seat, all too aware of his borderline imposing presence barely a foot away and the way his hand loosely held yours to help in case you lost your footing.

With the way your heart was hammering in your chest, you were surprised to hear his husked reply before he closed your door. "I meant it as a compliment, sweet girl."

The drive to No Holds Barred was a nauseating mix of quiet and tense, all the way up to when he'd parked the car near the surveillance van that the team had set up and you finally felt a wave of relief when you could hear your fellow detective Irene speaking into your comms.

"Keep safe, you two. Call for us if you need any backup."

"Thanks, 'Rene," you murmured, doing your best not to let your lips move as you spoke while handing off your coat to the attendant at the door.

"Bloody fuck, you're going to turn a lot of heads in that. It's practically a screaming blazing red neon sign at your lady bits, Y/L/N. Keep extra safe because I'm positive Anderssen's definitely coming after you looking like that."

You had to stifle your chuckle as you walked over to the receptionist holding a clipboard, you assumed it was to register your names. "Welcome to No Holds Barred. Are you two here exclusively together or are you open to--"

"We're here together," Magnus cut her off, signing what you hoped were phony names in the guest list before walking deeper into the establishment with his hand wrapped around yours.

She looked back at you with an amused look in her eyes as you mouthed the word 'Open' as you walked away from her.

The gasp that escaped you when you surveyed the room was thankfully drowned out by the thumping sensual beat of the music blasting through the sound system. However, you did have to lower the shock on your face as you looked through the attendees, all of them in various states of undress and indulging in the carnal nature of the party.

One woman was sitting wantonly on a chaise with her legs spread as one man had his head between her thighs, head bobbing with his tongue visibly running up and down her folds. Not too far away there was another woman on her hands and knees on a large round ottoman with her dress hiked up to expose her ass while a man clad only in dress slacks pulled down to the middle of his thighs rutted into her from behind.

Magnus lightly squeezing your hand abruptly brought you back to reality, your gaze meeting the older man's, visibly flustered by the display of lustful abandon all around you. You had to remember your cover of 'being together' to keep yourself from showing your surprise as he brought your joint hands up to his lips. "We'll have a better vantage point if we watch out for him upstairs," he murmured before tilting his head down and placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so.

"Right," you breathed out, looking away from him and eyeing the crowd as you both made your way up the stairs. "No sign of Anderssen so far," you noted, doing your best to keep your breathing even as you felt him settle up behind you from your spot overlooking the crowd, his hands on either side of your waist as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your almost completely exposed shoulder.

"You're both playing your parts perfectly," Irene's voice broke through the music blaring all around you, her commentary grounding you somehow and preventing you from losing yourself in the feel of your superior's lips on your skin. Reminding you that this was all a part of your facade. "Although, you could stand to look a bit more like you're exploring, Sir."

Your breath hitched as his arm wrapped all the way across your waist, his free hand ghosting along the length of your arm before threading his fingers through yours and pulling his lips away from your shoulder.

"Y/N, everyone's stealing glances at you," Irene spoke again.

"That's kind of the point, though," you muttered in response, lips unmoving. One sweeping gaze through the crowd had you quickly realizing that her usage of 'everyone' was barely an exaggeration; there were currently multiple pairs of eyes staring in your direction, as if they already suspected that you two were prudish impostors among their ranks.

"I think they're noticing that you're the only ones not watching. Or participating. You two need to do something now before you get thrown out and banned. If Anderssen doesn't show up tonight, we can't have you two on a 'persona non grata' list to muck up our whole operation."

"Well in that case," you gritted through your teeth, weaving your body out of Magnus' hold. "We best find someone to pass the time with. I'll keep an eye out for Anderssen and--"

As you began to walk away, you were abruptly pulled back into Magnus' arms, wrapping around you and cradling the back of your head as he laid his lips on yours in a fervent kiss. Your protests quickly died in a squeak at the back of your throat as his lips moved against yours with an apparent desperation, all the air leaving your lungs as he lifted you off the ground and walked to the other side of the corridor to pin you between his body and the wall.

"Magnus, what are you on?" you hissed, your moans silenced before they could escape you with the chilling knowledge that any sounds coming from the two of you would be heard by the team. He proceeded to press his lips along the column of your neck, and you watched in a daze as he took out his earbud before kissing his way back up to your mouth, framing your face as he did so to mask the covert removal of your own earbud, tucking both devices into his coat pocket.

His hands returned to your face, thumbs stroking across your cheeks as his eyes held an almost unreal mix of tenderness and lust as his usual steely blue was almost fully black with how blown out his pupils were. "Fulländning," he whispered, a slight smile tugging at the sides of his mouth before he leaned in once again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before returning to your neck, his hands traveling down to slip between the thin mesh panels of your dress.

"This wasn't part of the plan," you moaned. "We were supposed to split up and--"

"If you must keep your cover with anyone here, it will be with me," he murmured against your skin, proceeding to bite and suck at a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder that had you moaning both at the thrills that were shooting all throughout your body and the knowledge that this actions would surely leave a mark.

If even just for a few days, you'd have something to look at to remember a fleeting moment where you could pretend you were his.

"You've cut us off comms," you managed to choke before your head fell against his shoulder, groaning out his name as he began to roll his hips into yours, pressing his hardening length against you.

"Would you rather you be moaning into their ears as well, sweet girl?" he panted, pressing his lips to the corner of your jaw, your wetness intensifying between your thighs as you felt his tongue flicking against your skin. "Your moans are for my ears and mine only. At least for tonight. Let me pretend you're mine."

"Yours," you whimpered, finding yourself unable to really hear his words beyond 'you're mine'. If you two were going to be in the business of pretending tonight, then maybe you could let yourself pretend, even while you were maintaining your cover, that the words coming out of him right now were real.

Only now that would beg the question…why was he asking you to let him pretend in turn?

You struggled to keep your wits about you, to both keep an eye out for Anderssen and make sure that the suspicions from the other attendees had stopped in their tracks. No…and no. Numerous pairs of eyes were still eyeing the two of you…and the currently clothed state of your false lover.

"No one's buying it," you hissed, failing to stifle a moan when his hands began to caress your thighs, wrapping around the back of your knees to hook your legs around him before he pressed his hips to yours again, your moans getting muffled as he slanted his mouth over yours, his tongue slipping past your lips to glide against your own.

Any suggestion you had to split up to attempt to blend in died on your lips the moment one of his hands slid between you and his fingers began to rub between your folds over the barely there piece of fabric trying to pass itself off as 'underwear', the contact making electricity shoot through your whole body and coaxing you into relaxing into his touch, giving in to the pleasure you always imagined he was capable of subjecting you to hidden behind his stern work persona.

If his intentions since the moment he kissed you hadn't been clear, they were bloody transparent now. You were going to blend in with the attendees of this party. Participate in the carnal acts that these wanton people were indulging in.

With him.

"They will." His words were filled with promise as he moved the fabric of your panties aside, smiling into your kiss as his fingers met the slicked undeniable evidence of your desire. He broke your kiss, nipping at your bottom lip before growling out, "Mine" and sliding his two middle fingers inside of you, the sound of your piercing moan and the back of your head hitting the wall behind you finally getting suspicious pairs of eyes to turn away from you.

You knew that after this case, hell after tonight, you'd need to probably get the process going for a transfer out of the department. You'd never be able to look him in the eye again after this. Engage in conversation with him. Ride in the passenger side of his patrol car.

Not without your mind going back to this exact moment. Whimpering his name as he pressed his lips to your neck, his fingers inside you and curling to stroke against that sweet spot that had you seeing stars when you closed your eyes, walking that fine line separating you from falling into ecstasy. All the while he would call you his between kisses, fueling the memories that would soon become fantasies you'd lose yourself in at night, alone in your bed.

His gorgeous temptress. His sweet girl. His Y/N.

The fantasies you'd had of him saying and doing almost exactly these things, you could live with. You'd lived with them for as long as you've known him.

The memories would haunt you and fuck you over in your waking thoughts and your dreams if he was so much as breathing the same air as you.

"Come back to me," he grunted, his lips finding yours in a fevered kiss. "I can feel you slipping away, älskling. Stay with me." He kept repeating those words, stay with me, between each kiss. When you felt yourself getting impossibly close to your climax -- a feat you truly didn't think any man was capable of at least for you -- he pressed harder against you, pushing his fingers even deeper into you as his free hand took one of yours and placed it against his trousered cock, groaning as he began to roll his hips into your touch. "Feel me. Know what you do to me."

All you could do was let out a whimper of his name as he continued to kiss you wherever his lips could reach. Pleas for him to never stop stuck in your throat and only coming out in desperate cries.

"Come for me," he grunted, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I want to feel you come apart."

You let out an obscene moan that could barely be drowned out by the music, your walls convulsing around his fingers as he eased you off of your high with more languid strokes. A strange tenderness washing over the moment as you felt Magnus' free hand stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Hold on to me, sweet girl," he commanded, the soft tone of his voice still managing to catch you off guard. Your hands weakly gripped at his shoulders, a whimper escaping you as he withdrew his fingers from inside you. Then it was as if the world stopped spinning as two things happened at once.

First, you felt him shuffling his pants down to the middle of his thighs, a moan dying in a weak whimper as you felt his hand lining himself to your entrance and making his way inside of you inch by torturous inch.

Second, your eyes scanned the crowd and landed on the reason you two were here in the first place.

"He's here," you breathed out in a rush, your blood chilling as you stole another look at the killer. "And he's targeted me. We have to—" Words failed you the second he started moving inside you, the tip of his length brushing against a spot so deep inside of you that rendered you an incoherent wreck every time he brought his hips flush against yours.

"No." You looked at him in incredulity, the fierce possessiveness that was so evident in the way his brows furrowed together, the way his blackened orbs blazed as his gaze met yours, taking you aback. "You're mine. At least for tonight, sweet girl, you're mine." He reached into his coat pocket again, your eyes widening to a point of discomfort as you watched him securing his comms back in his ear.

"Magnus, what—"

He placed a hand over your mouth, holding you steady with his other hand on your hip as he continued to rock into you with languid movements. "Do you see him?" You could only hear his end of the conversation. "Follow him. Arrest him. Put him in holding for the night and we'll question him in the morning. And then turn off your feed into the club. That's an order."

You nearly considered it a good thing that he was keeping you quiet with his hand over your mouth, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to resist blurting out a cheeky little "Yes, Sir" with the tone he'd taken on.

When he placed the earpiece back in his coat, he moved his hand from your mouth to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss that felt so full of need that it made you burn for him even more so than you already did. You held on to him with everything you had, refusing to break the kiss as his thrusts began to take on a merciless pattern, hands holding your legs open as he drew back from you until only the head of his cock remained inside of you, only to bury his entire length in you in one fluid thrust until your hips snapped together.

"Du är säker, min älskade. Du är säker och du är min." He hooked your legs around him once more, working his hand between you to where your bodies were joined and rubbing his fingers in torturous circles over your clit.

"Magnus, please," you whined, your hips bucking into his touch and pulling him impossibly deeper inside of you as you began to lose control over yourself from him overwhelming you. "I can't--"

"Yes, sweet girl, you can. You will." He pressed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth decadently. As if you two were truly just here to be with each other, and nothing else. "For me."

Your legs shook almost violently as your walls quivered around him, the room around you blurring into near nothing once again as you did your best to recover from your high, all the while only vaguely aware of the feel of him flooding you with his own release.

As your breathing began to even out, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, the lights suddenly becoming a little too bright and the music a touch too loud while you were trying to center yourself. And then it felt like your entire body began to moan and scream as you started feeling Magnus moving inside of you again in tentative, shallow thrusts. The only coherent word that could come out of you was a whiny utterance of his name.

"Y/N," he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head in a manner that convinced you he seemed amused by the way you whined his name. "If this is the only time I get to make you mine, then I'm going to make it count."

You held on to him tighter, trying to breathe through the steady ramp up to another climax that he was already working you towards. "Do you really--oh fuck--want that?" It took nearly all your strength to lift your head and lean it against the wall behind you so you could look at him. "Do you want me to be yours?"

He leaned in for an impassioned kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth and gliding against your own as if he was trying to savor this moment with you before he answered. "More than anything."

You found no resistance left in you as a smile broke out on your face as you answered him, "Then I'm yours."

A/N: Aaaaand that's a wrap for Magnus Martinsson for this collection! Big thanks to bestie @lokiprompts for sending the song over because I can 100% picture them in the smut scene while this is playing and I am living for it 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Translations: Fulländning – Perfection älskling – darling Du är säker, min älskade. Du är säker och du är min. – You're safe, my love. You're safe and you're mine.

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Magnus taglist: @vbecker10

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frick-yes-dragons · 10 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @hxilstorm my love :)))

1. are you named after anyone? No, fun fact my parents still hadn't chosen a name for me when we left the hospital! They chose my name pretty randomly from a baby book I think. My middle name's from some great aunt on my mum's side but I never knew her

2. when was the last time you cried? umm two weeks ago when i realised I was gonna have to submit my final essay a day late

3. do you have kids? um NO at this age??? Maybe down the track but yk, depends on the partner/circumstances/general state of the world I guess

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? yeah I probably do, I don't really notice though

5. what sports do you play/have you played? I've been playing soccer nearly 10 years now and it's one of my favourite things, I also did gymnastics, AFL and swimming when I was a kid.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people? their voice and the way they talk

7. what’s your eye colour? blue baby

8. scary movies or happy endings? I don't dislike scary movies it's just that I don't really get it? so I guess I'll say happy endings

9. any special talents? define special- I can juggle, I'm ok at devils sticks. OH and I'm pretty good at using and fixing printers!!

10. where were you born? a while outside Melbourne, abt half an hour from where I live now

11. what are your hobbies? I play the piano! I also like to embroider, make friendship bracelets, and I'm learning to sew

12. do you have pets? yes yes yes! I have 2 dogs, a cat and 2 horses. I'm so excited atm bc this holidays we're hopefully going to start building a chicken shed and I can finally have chickens again after 5 years!!

13. how tall are you? around 5'7? I don't actually know exactly

14. favourite subject in school? tbh i didn't really have one- literature, maths and french are probably tied but they it depends on the teacher

15. dream job? dream job is no job, I would very much like to just sit around and make things all day. Is that an option? I wanted to be an artist when i was a kid. More realistically though, I'd like to teach or do some kind of support work in schools

u don't have to if u don't want to but I'm passing it on to @glitchydyke @startingfires, @megadan94, @thelonelyrainbowdude, @thedumpsterwizard @learnyourlessonswell, @bedrock-sedodn @violet-prism-creatively @omg-a-shark @boobie-fucker, @sentimental-lil-thing, @skyward-nerd, @emilreloaded, @punkocelot @my-dude-james, @dinsicle

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inkofamethyst · 2 years

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May 14, 2022

PERSONA 5 MUSIC????? ?? GOOD STUFF.

If I had a dime for every time I got into media through its soundtrack, I’d be a rich woman.

A summary of how finals are going, updated as they continue:

Took the in-person part of genetics and that sucked. Seems like I could get a 73% 62% (the prof uses +/- but only for ~1% of the grade cutoffs (and there’s the possibility that the exam could be curved but the averages have been reasonable so I don’t see that happening)) on it and still have just the barest of an A in the class though which... idk I’ll be cutting it close (got full marks on the online portion ayyyyy). I was way less prepared than I thought I’d be :/ Unfortunately, that’s the easiest one I’ve got. Here’s hoping for partial credit. I would really rather just get an A in this class thx. [edit, 3 days after: 86% ON ITTTT WE GOT OUR FIRST (actually second bc english but still) CONFIRMED A LETS GOOOOOO]

160 pages of notes for biochem. Last semester was half of that. Tbh while I’m preparing for A- in pretty much all of my classes, the only one that’s worrying me gravely in biochem. I was in a high-stress state for ~24 hours, and the morning of I was a wreck. I certainly didn’t study nearly enough, but I feel like I might’ve gotten at least a 40%. Not the greatest at all, but at this point I’m just relieved that it’s over. And that I’ll (probably) never have to take another chemistry class ever again. [edit: 70% on the exam so my grade didn’t change lol, curved to a B overall!]

Gave myself ~6 hours 4 hours (the plan was 6 but I got out of bed late) to study for physics and make a “formula sheet” which was basically a double-sided sheet of condensed notes tbh but we were allowed to take it with us soooo (kinda similar to how I’d spend the day of orgo 2 exams making a guide because I hated studying for orgo 2 (except this guide was only a page and I was writing formulas and notes in like size 4 font to fit it all in bc the prof was like “bc you get a note sheet we’re not providing anything for you”)) yeah, it was fine, but I did a quick lil grade calculation and I could probably get an A with a 50% so I ain’t all that pressed. My physics prof used one of the exact same questions from our last exam so there’s that. [edit: 76% on the exam, A overall]

Three exams in three days is tough. The only one I’m really worried about at this point is biochem. I don’t even know what to expect except that it won’t be good :/ Like, a C overall typa not good. B+ best case scenario, I think, but I’m preparing for the worst.

I don’t know if I’ve ever explicitly said this on here, and it doesn’t even have anything to do with what’s going on right now, but today I am thankful that I was placed in the humanities honors program despite practically begging to be placed in the science honors program. Admissions people knew what they were doing. And if I have mentioned it before, then that’s okay, because I can be thankful for things repeatedly. I’m thankful for my parents and my sister all the time, and my friends, and the people who’ve helped me get to where I am.

Oh and also I’m thankful that all my exams are done lol, just an essay left, and it’s a pretty easy (but long) one tbh. I’ll probably outline a little tomorrow then work on it Monday and Tuesday.

[edit: when Lou Rawls said he was suffering with the blues, I felt that]

[edit 2: Nina did not, in fact, outline on Sunday]

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Cabin In The Woods [M] ~ BC [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4K

GENRE: SMUT, non idol au

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

A/N: I had to name the camp this there was no other wayyyyyy Hope you like it!

Camp crystal lake home to some of the most adventurous kids every summer the camp would be home to 200 kids with 16 camp counsellors all in charge of them and you were there every year, along with one of your best friends Bang Chan who was a counsellor as well as a lifeguard that worked on the lakes. The entire camp was huge despite there only being nine cabins that the kids could stay in. Eight of them would house 25 kids within their age ranges since kids from the ages of 13 to 17 came to the camp you had to keep them all in different groups so that group activities were fair to everyone. While the younger kids stuck to swimming, football and other outdoor activities the older kids got to learn and do more. Archery, boating, horse riding, and many more things were all part of your daily activities around the forest. There were two major lakes in the camp, Wilderice lake and Crystal lake the one that the camp was named after and each was just off from the cabins that went on a long stretch of road. Everything was pretty close together the only cabin that was far away from the rest of the camp was Seneca, which was known as the punishment cabin. Mostly because kids who had done terrible things were sent up there, only allowed out to go to the toilet, or meal times other than that they had to sit there bored while everyone else got to do the fun activities. Not completely unsupervised of course, that would be dangerous. A camp counsellor would always go to check on them to make sure they weren't doing anything they would regret or that they weren't in any danger.

"Y/n!" You turned around hearing your name being screamed from the entrance and smiled as you saw one of your favourite kids rushing over to you. A bag around her shoulder as she sprinted into your arms, you span her around a little.

"Hey Alice," You laughed as the small 15-year-old girl began telling you how much fun she was going to have over the summer with everyone.

"I invited my best friend along, Brenda!" A brunette turned around when she heard her name being yelled and jolted over to you and Alice.

"We wanted to see if you and Chan were dating yet," You laughed loudly upon hearing Alice, Chan and you were known among everyone as the flirting pair but it was nothing more than playful banter.

"You're too young to think of boys that way," You began messing up Alice's hair when she moved away from you, whining and straightening out her hair.

"I'm not, I'm 15 and I know you and Chan lovvveeeee each other," You glared at her playfully about to tell her she was wrong when Chan came to stand beside you.

"Ah the trouble maker," He whined out, pretending to be upset that Alice was standing there. She was by far your favourite kid there, always willing to do whatever it took to have fun and even helping out around the camp when she needed to.

"We were just saying how-" Alice stopped speaking when her mother came over, kissing her on the cheek as she began to cry about leaving her at the campground as she did every year. Not that you blamed them, it must have been a nightmare leaving your kids somewhere for two weeks and having no means of communication.

"I'm new, you must be Chan. I've heard a lot," Brenda said as she began shaking Chan's hand with a giant smile on her face, blushing as she turned to look at you.

"Good choice," You pushed her and Alice towards the bus that would take them down into the camp and you ignored as Chan asked what that was about.

"Go, you have your first round of kids at the lake in an hour." You whined as he walked up behind you, tickling your sides as he demanded to know.

"Tell meeee," He whispered in your ear, it felt as though a bolt of lightening ran through your entire body and you whined at him once again. Slapping his hands away from you and shaking your head,

"Go to work, I'll tell you later." Later meant you had enough time to come up with some sort of lie instead of telling him that Alice and Brenda thought you had a crush on him. Which you did but he didn't need to know that. Things between you were good and you didn't want to ruin that by admitting that you had a crush on him, playful flirting was easier than losing him.

"Who have you got this year?" Chan asked as he sat down beside you in the archery field. It was pitch black sine it was around midnight, the two of you had been so busy with the first day of camp you'd barely seen one another besides a brief encounter at the lake.

"Ages 13 to 14, what about you?" You questioned as you looked up from the folder you were studying from, every year you liked to try and get to know each of the kids you would be looking after for those two weeks. Getting to know their names, likes and dislikes as well as what they were allergic to and everything else you would need to know.

"16 to 17," He said with a giant smirk plastered across his face, the camp counsellors that were blessed with the older kids barely had to do a thing around the camp. Take them on the odd walk around the forest or make sure they weren't trying to kill ne another with equipment but that was it. They were practically adults and could look after themselves, of course the counsellors would be around if they needed them.

"You're going to get stuck with the younger ones one summer, even if I have you force you to myself," You joked as you jabbed him with the end of your pen, leaving a small black mark on his white crystal lake shirt.

"Already in uniform?" You frowned looking down at him as you realised he was wearing the red shorts and white shirt combo that was giving to you every year.

"I thought I would be the first one...That and I accidentally spilt a drink down my only good pair of jeans." He mumbled as he looked at you, you began laughing softly before laying your head on his shoulder tiredly.

"It's going to be a great summer," He whispered to you as he nudged your softly,

"Fire night, bring your scary stories and marshmallows!" Someone screamed making you move apart from Chan and nod your head.

"I've got the perfect scary story," You smirked. Fire night was the night camp counsellors got together to try and tell the best story as well as sharing food something you did every year when the kids all went to bed on the first night. It was somewhat of a tradition amoungst everyone for old and new counsellors to get to know one another.

"You probably stole mine from last year," Chan rolled his eyes at you jokingly and you rolled yours back,

"Oh yes because yours about the child who had diabetes was so scary Christopher, I'm still shaking." You pushed his shoulder and got up from the seat you were sitting on, watching as people began filing over in the direction of the fire grounds. It was a huge campfire with logs around it so that everyone could be warm.

It turned out that your story had nothing on what Chan was telling that year, your story was about a girl who got lost in the woods but Chan's was far more creative.

"Jason was never seen again after he entered the lake and every year when the counsellors came to the camp to set up they were all murdered!" He clapped his hands together making you jump as he continued to tell the story of a masked serial killer killing off counsellors one by one using different ways that were all nearly impossible yet creative.

"Then just when the counsellor thought she was safe in the water Jason swam up and dragged her down to the bottom of the lake!" Chan finally finished and you did your best not to act as scared as you were about it. It wasn't as though the story was completely impossible, the thought of someone randomly walking onto the camp was easy and they could just as easily kill everyone if they wanted to.

"You okay?" Chan questioned when he sat back down beside you on the log, giving you a hot chocolate as you stared into the flames.

"Y-Yeah, peachy," Your voice cracked and Chan knew that you weren't okay, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"I'll keep you safe," He whispered as you snuggled closer to him just enjoying the feeling of being that close to him.

"I'm heading up to my cabin, walk me?" You questioned as you noticed how late it was getting, you weren't scared of the woods but walking around in the dark wasn't something you opted to do alone most nights especially after the story that had just been shared by Chan.

"Sure," He chuckled softly as he began walking down the field with you heading in the direction of your cabins, all 25 kids seemed to be sleeping so your night was going to be easy.

"Are you scared?" Chan nudged as you clutched onto his hand tightly as you stood outside the cabin debating going in or staying with him a little while longer. The sparks you were getting from his hand begged you to stay and feel them longer but you knew you had a long day tomorrow and couldn't.

"N-No," You lied obviously as he smirked at you, hugging you tightly.

"I'll be right next door, if Jason comes for you I'll save you," You pushed him away before going over to the door and opening it up.

"Night," You whispered to him before heading into the room, Chan stayed outside for a moment just waiting for you to come back out but you never did. He hoped you would come back out and beg to stay with him for the night because you were so scared but you never did.

"Night," He whispered to himself before walking in the direction of his cabin for the night which was right next door to yours.

The next day was ruined by the thunderstorm that seemingly appeared out of no where. No outdoor actitivties could be done since it was unsafe for everyone to be in the water and no one wanted to get sick out in the cold.

"Does anyone know where all the board games are?" You questioned as you sat in the dinning hall, 200 kids all staring up at you with unimpressed looks on their faces. You didn't blame them, this was supposed to be one of the best summers of their lives and yet here they were spending it trapped inside where it was raining so hard you thought it was night time.

"Punishment Cabin, we kept them up there last year for Tommy and Ned since they were in there so much." One of the counsellors mentioned as she looked at you, none of you could figure out how to get the kids to calm down so if this was the only way then so be it. Board games and indoor games it would be.

"Christopher. We're going for a walk," You ordered as you grabbed him by the back of his jacket, pulling him towards the door as you stared out at the rain. It was coming down so hard that it looked as though it was a tap gushing out water,

"Why? Why can't you go alone? I'm so dry in here," He whined looking at you but all you did was give him your large puppy dog eyes and he melted, giving into you right away and grabbing his umbrella.

"Let's go." He grumbled as he began heading out into the rain, the two of you sprinting off in the direction of the cabin which was secluded from everything else around the camp.

"Punishment Cabin," You mumbled as you looked up at the cabin, the roof was leaking a little and the door was wide open thanks to the wind.

"Let's get the games and leave," You told him as you headed inside finding everything practically ruined that had been on the floor. It was all soaked in water and the roof was leaking inside and on the beds dripping onto the mattresses.

"Oh shit," He whispered as he looked around noticing everything, a clap of thunder sounded and you jumped back knocking into him as the door slammed shut behind you both jamming in place.

"What the fuck?" You asked as you twisted the handle trying to open it but it was locked in place, not even budging a little no matter how hard you tried to pull on it.

"Here, let the man do it." You scoffed stepping away from the door and watching in amusement as Chan continued trying to do the same thing you had been but with little success,

"Let the man do it," You mocked playfully before sitting down on one of the dry chest of drawers.

"You're just going to sit there?" You shrugged your shoulders since there wasn't much else you could do, the windows were bolted shut from the outside and it wasn't as if you could just smash them open.

"Look, they know we're up here. They'll come looking when we don't come straight down." You reassured him as you shivered a little, it wasn't exactly the warmest in the punishment cabin but you would only be there for an hour at the most.

An hour turned into three and you were sitting in front of the fireplace together trying to stay warm. No one had bothered to come to look for you but not because they didn't want to but that they had planned for this. As soon as the counsellors saw that it was going to rain all day they set their plan into action deciding to take matters into their own hands. They were going to arrange for you both to go up to the cabin and have someone follow behind you, locking you inside and only letting you out when they knew that you had finally confessed your feelings for one another. It was juvenile but they didn't care, every year it was the same. Endless flirting together, the costant hints that you btoh had a crush on one another and they were finally going to make sure you ended up together in ways that were more than just friends.

"I'm cold," You shivered as Chan started up the fire place that was in the cabin, he'd found old scraps of paper and some matches in the drawers you'd been sitting on and started it up. The thought of you getting sick made him feel bad as he looked over at you,

"Here," He whispered as he began laying down dry blankets and pillows in front of the fire.

"We'll warm up together," He promised as you sat down on the floor beside him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Maybe it was the cold or the fact that you were snuggled together in such a romantic setting but you couldn't help but stare up at him in awe.

"Thanks," You stuttered out as he kept you close to him, your body felt as though it was going to surrender to him. Sitting so close, hearing his heartbeating and the way his fingers traced small patterns on your skin was doing all sorts of things to you. A wetness dripped betwee your tighs as you squeezed them together trying to ignore the sensation and focus on getting warm but it was hard with him right there.

"You know what might warm us up faster," You finally broke the silence as you glanced up at him, the two of you had been sitting in front of the fireplace for ten minutes.

"What?" His voice was smooth as he looked down at you, eyes seeming to sparkle in the light of the fire, one thing came over you and you kissed him. Smashing your lips against him and rolling him back against the floor. At first he didn't do anything, he held onto you until he realised what was happening and gave into the feeling of having your lips on his own.

"F-Fuck," He stuttered out as you pulled away to look at him, his lips were pink from the kissing and you could feel your body heating up from the embarrassment of randomly kissing your best friend.

"I-I'm sorry...I don't know...I just wanted...I've wanted to do that for so long," As soon as the words left your mouth Chan kissed you once again pulling you to straddle his lap as he kissed you softly.

Your hips began to move out of habit and you felt him harder beneath you which meant he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

"N-No one is around," You whispered breathlessly as you began to kiss down his jawline and down his neck. Whimpering at the thought of finally lettin him take you the way you had always dreamed,

"We would warm up faster," He smirked as he ran his hands down your hips pushing at the red short shorts you were wearing. Your whole body tensed as you realised it was finally, really going to happen.

"Do you want to?" You nodded at his question and he kissed you again, making out with yo as you both slowly removed one another's clothes piece by piece.

Laying down completely naked in front of him should have made you nervous but with Chan you weren't at all, he looked at you as if he admired every inch of your skin. Taking a good look as he licked his lips, kissing your lips softly,

"You're so beautiful," He whispered as he ran his fingers down your stomach until he was at your clit, slowly rubbing your wet bud in circles as you let out a whimper.

"So wet, how long have you wanted me?" He smirked as he pushed a finger through your folds, your toes dg into the floor as you mewled out,

"Tell me," He whispered again as he pushed two of his long fingers into you, curling them up to hit your g-spot again and again making your head spin.

"A while!" You stuttered out as you began squirming underneath him as you moaned out his name.

"Me too,2 He whispered as he began kissing you deeply, thrusting his fingers deep into your soaking core. Wet noises filled the cabin as Cha continued to take you with his fingers.

"C-Chan," You breathed out as you gripped onto the blankets that were surrounding you, you felt intensity building up inside of you.

"I-I'm gonna-" You couldn't cum before he took his fingers out of your abruptyly and smirked as he began kissing you possessively, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him close to you.

"So needy," He chuckled as you let out a hiss when his cock ran through your folds,

"Shut up and fuck me, we've waited too long." You begged as your breath as heavy, he smirked shaking his head and kissing down your body.

"I want to taste first," He whispered as he kissed towards your core, he lingered above your cunt and looked up at you to check that it was okay. Once you gave him a nod he dove his tongue between your lips and began flicking your cunt with his tongue.

"Oh shit!" You screamed out as your hands worked their wayy into his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to eat you out, biting down softly on the part of your outer labia making your eyes roll back.

"J-Just like that," You cried out as you felt your orgasm building again, he hummed against your cunt and you shuddered over and over again as he continued to eat you out like you were his last meal.

"C-Cumming," Your voice cracked as the pleasure exploded in you without warning, your head threw back against the pillows and you filled the cabin with your desperate moans of his name.

He kissed you sweetly as he lined his cock up with your opening, teasing you with the tip as he smirked against your lips.

"No teasing," You whined out, too desperate for any games that he was planning in his head.

"As you wish," He pushed his hips forward slowly, sinking into you. You moaned out squeezing your eyes tightly at the stretching, he stayed still for a moment wanting you to feel comfortable before he even tried to move inside of you,

“Y-You can move," You whimpered as you opened your eyes, his cock felt incredible inside of you, you felt full as you gripped around him as if he had always belonged there.

"Shit you're so tight," He whined out as he grunted, slowly pulling out of you only to thrust back in as he let out a small moan.

"Mmm Chan, please," You begged, digging your heels into his ass wanting him to move faster than he was and he smirked,

"Chan please," He mocked playfully before he began to move his ips faster, fucking into you as you let out moans of pleasure he was sure people would have heard even from the dinning hall.

"Just like that!" You screamed out as he began thrusting harder into you making you squeal out as he rammed in and out of you. Cock hitting so deep you thought if he came it would be deep in your gut.

He continued to fuck into you hard, changing between slow and passionate thrusts to hard and fast ones as he stared down into your eyes.

"Holy shit," You cried out as you felt yourself tighrening around him, the build up becoming too much as you began to cry out his name, pleasure reeling inside of you.

"You close?" He questioned as he felt you tightening more and more with each thrust of his cock.

"Cum for me," He whispered as he bent down into your ear, biting down as you wrapped your legs around his waist drawing him closer if that were even possible until you finally came undone around him. Grunting out he pulled out of you, cumming onto your stomach as you giggled up at him.

"Shit," He panted watching in awe as you ran your fingers through the liquid and licked your fingers clean.

"Y-You're going to be the death of me," He panted ashe laid down beside you and took a deep breath.

"We should move babe," He whispered an hour or two later after you had been laying there, the sun was out and someone was bound to come looking for you now that you had been gone for so long.

"Here-" He handed you the shirt he had been wearing and then your shorts before he slipped on his coat since he had used your top to clean up your stomach.

"Babe?" You looked at him with a smirk on your lips,

"You don't think I'm going to just have sex with you and leave it be, do you? I'm in love with you." He whispered as he kissed your lips again, the door opening just as you kissed each other.

"They finally kissed," Someone announced out of the door, if only they knew the two of you had done a lot more than kissing in that cabin that day.

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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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📣: boyfriend!Jun // idol!au // am not sure what to tag this lol a little angsty i guess? // hurt and comfort? //1441 words

warning: reader fainted

A/N: thank you for the prompt anon!! i rarely write junhui bc ive only written him like...once so i hope this isnt to ooc of him😭 enjoy!

find the rest of requested drabble here

People around you have always said you can be too hardheaded for your own good. At times, it brings you good things because your determination to push for the title track of your group’s last comeback has turned into a very good decision to say the least. Now your group even gets to perform somewhere near the last half of an award show due to the success of that comeback.

Sometimes, though, it’s probably the bane of your existence. You’ve been feeling like you’re going to get sick since at least a week ago; the tell-tales your body is showing you says so. A lot of time you get a sudden wave of headache and a few days ago it hit so hard you couldn’t even stand on your own.

Junhui knows about this from your members. One of them has called him, telling him to stop you from pushing yourself too hard because even they can tell you’re nearly burnout. He has called you right away, nagging you with his lecturing tone on why you should rest now so you can perform your best later.

His words only last a day.

After that, you’re back to forcing yourself because the award show is two days away and you can’t afford anything less than perfect. A trip to the hospital with your manager to inject vitamins and such seems to be enough conviction for you to tell the company things should be okay until d-day, that you’ll rest after that. They’re sceptical, but you do seem a little better so they let you be.

[14:22] Junpiii: saw you on rehearsal earlier

[14:22] Junpiii: you sure you’ll be ok? The choreo seems harder than usual

[14:34] You: im fineeeee. Its gnna be cool and youll see why im pushing this performance

[14:34] You: ill rest immediately after this, dw

[14:35] You: gtg eat and do my makeup

[14:35] You: see youuuuuuuuuuuu

[14:40] Junpiii: be careful ok?

“I really think you shouldn’t perform,” your leader tells you in concern.

You look up from your phone, rolling your eyes. “Seriously, why are you and Jun always nagging at the same time? It’s literally hours away, I can’t back away now.”

“We’ve literally been telling you to slow down,” she crosses her arms. She remembers the way your body just gave up at that one-day rest Junhui has forced you to take: you slept for almost 15 hours straight, your body finally happy with the rest only to be forced back to work the next day.

You just shrug, there’s no need talking about this again when the stage is right in front of your eyes. Plus, you feel fine enough now, just a little lightheaded earlier but it’s nothing compared to the headache from the other day. That should mean you’re good to go, right?

Walking out of your waiting room to go to the restroom, Junhui catches you by the elbow as you’re passing by, having gone back from one of his idol friend’s room.

“Oh, hi!” you greet him happily, it’s actually been a few days since you get to see him this close. The end of the year has always been hectic for idols, having to prepare different stages back-to-back for year-end shows and music festivals. “You looking good as usual,” you nod approvingly at him, patting his broad shoulders.

“And you’re not,” he says bluntly, frowning at you. How is it possible to be able to tell you seem less lively even when you have makeup on?

“Geez, what a way to support your girlfriend, Jun,” you scoff, pretending to be upset. “I know you think I’m pretty.”

“I’m not saying you don’t look pretty,” he exhales a deep breath, his hand carefully moves your hair behind your shoulder. “I really don’t think you should perform today.”

You hold back a sigh, not wanting to upset Junhui. You understand these people are trying to look out for you, but it can be disheartening to hear it over and over again when you just need to wait for a few hours more and be done with it.

“I can’t disappoint my fans, Jun,” you settle. Fans are always a sensitive topic, and you know Junhui would understand where you’re coming from once you bring them up. “They’ve been waiting for this special performance; I can’t let them down over some headache.”

“You know it’s not just headache,” he tries to reason with you, there are some staffs moving around the corridor, a few idols bow to the both of you in greetings. “You know I’m not the type to say this easily.”

You gently grasp his hand, giving it a firm squeeze before letting go. “I’ll be okay.”

Junhui has never been this much uncomfortable during an award show.

It’s almost your group’s turn now and there’s just a bad feeling hanging around his chest. For once, Junhui hopes his guts are wrong and you’ll really be okay, that you’ll finish the stage like it’s a piece of cake and then you’ll sleep until tomorrow once you’re back in your dorm.

But of course, bad feelings always prove to be right.

So far, it has been okay. Your stage is amazing, even, much more powerful than what he’s seen during rehearsal. But Junhui can’t even enjoy the stage when his eyes are too busy following you, making sure everything is okay and you’re feeling well.

Your smile might seem like you’re the happiest person on earth, and maybe you are, Junhui understands what it feels like to stand on the stage and perform for the people who support you. But the way you subtly miss your cue, the way you wince once the camera is off you, and the way your legs wobble a little when staying still tell him otherwise.

There’s about a minute left now, and Junhui genuinely hopes it’ll pass soon so you can go off stage and sit down for a while. One minute more, he digs his nails to his palms. One minute more and it’ll be okay.

For a moment, it really seems like it’ll be okay. Junhui almost lets out a sigh of relief when the song comes to an end, his vision darkening because the lighting is turned off for dramatic effect.

Yet, the sound of his heartbeat can’t be louder to his ears as he sees you fall down just in time the camera switches from you to your maknae, your leader catching you by her arms as you limply stay still.

His members subtly throw him concerned glance, worried and confused. Junhui stays still, his body tense with worry and shock from what he’s just witnessed. Five minutes later, when Seungcheol tells him to go to the restroom, he doesn’t reject the offer.

“Oh, Jun,” your leader greets him as she sees him by the door. “She’s… she’s conscious but she’s still laying down.”

He just nods, following her in with his heartbeat still ringing through his ears.

“Hi,” you greet him weakly as he catches your eyes. There’s a staff holding a fan to your face, another one massaging your overworked legs. “I’m sorry?”

Junhui doesn’t even know what to say, he whispers a thanks when the staffs leave you both for privacy, taking the seat near your head. His hand moves to caress your head, he really wishes the situation is as easy as telling you he’s told you so and he can move on with a laugh. But it’s not. You’re laying weakly there and he has to go back in a moment.

“Did you get a bed rest notice?” he asks instead, his fingers softly waving through your hair.

“For a few days, yeah,” you tell him sheepishly. “It’s not as bad because I came to in a few minutes.”

“You know that doesn’t make it any better, right?” Junhui says again tiredly, holding your hand in his as he drops a careful kiss there.

“This won’t happen again, I promise,” you say first. You know Junhui’s worried sick and he’s trying to stay calm under this situation. You’re lucky this didn’t happen in your practice room, to be honest. You know Junhui would openly freak out if that had been the scenario.

There’s something unreadable in his eyes, but he eventually nods before he checks his watch again. Junhui leans forward to drop a soft kiss on your head, mumbling into your hair before making his way out right after.

“You better rest after this, I’m going to check with your members if it comes to it. Will tell you if I can drop by later.”

#jun scenarios #seventeen scenarios #jun angst #jun fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen au #seventeen fic #seventeen oneshot #seventeen imagines #svt fic #svt jun #seventeen scenario #junhui scenarios #junhui fluff #junhui angst #wwreq #jun x reader #svt scenarios #jun oneshot

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wewinbees · 3 years

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in regards to all the issues with MCC 14 im gonna bring up how unspeakably scuffed MCC 7 (july) was. focusing on the SBI v DT issues, which to preface both teams were tryharding because they were told it would be the last time they were allowed to team (at least for a little while) and they both wanted to leave with a win.

purple - dream, george, sapnap and sylvie

orange - techno, wilbur, phil and seapeekay

battle box - this started off with horrible lag, to the extent that it was unplayable for some teams, but they didn’t reset it until like round 4 or 5. additionally, they paused it before they decided on a reset, and a tonne of teams started to accidentally team kill with the power-up TNT packages, including wilbur killing CPK and techno going >:/ eventually they reset the whole round to try fix the lag, voiding the points from the first half meaning some players did better than they would have and others did Notably worse, like dream’s team who lost against a lot of teams they’d beat in the first rounds.

side note, but MCC 7 battle box scares the hell out of me just because wilbur blew up 2 of their teammates later on in the new rounds bc of Miscommunication (he asked if it would get them extra points by TNTing them at the end bc he got some when he team-killed in the pause, and techno was talking to himself and said ‘yea’ at the same time about something else), made worse bc it was against purple and dream got the points (although Techno lived and placed the wool so they still won) and then they spent the rest of the rounds arguing, with BOTH OF THEM going D:< and phil had to tell them to shut up. either way, it worked out well for orange, winning 8-1 while purple suffered, only winning to 5-4 largely bc of the reset. either way the girls were fighting and Oh My God it freaks me out lmao

build mart! not exactly a broken bit or a glitch but i feel like it would be POORLY RECEIVED in this current mcyttwt climate. basically orange had always been infamously bad at build mart, coming 8th last tournament, and were strategising on how to win. the night before, wilbur offhandedly mentioned getting every block so they didn’t have to rush back and forth, but this was unrealistic because there were too many blocks. but local tryhard (affectionate) technoblade took this and RUN, watching 6 hours of footage across every MCC vod to make 4 shopping lists, divided into sections for each player to collect, that had the exact number of each block needed to complete any of the 26 possible builds, and they came 1st place as a result. the funniest thing is they would have done even better if the timer wasn’t reduced from 15mins to 12mins, which was probably done bc of their complaining. the really fun part about this is techno went to boast about it to dream at the end, telling him he’d went through all 26 builds, only for dream to interrupt him “there’s 27, actually” BECAUSE HE DID THE SAME THING HAHAH!!! at least something similar, including some strange Java programme? idk but their strategy didn’t work nearly as well, with their team coming in 6th (from 9th last tournament)

the real drama this time though, was audience takeover! this was the first MCC with serious issues around the takeover; before dream joined in MCC6, it was whatever techno chose, and since they both chose battle box for MCC 6 it didn’t make a difference. but this time they divided votes. dream wanted HITW and techno wanted rocket spleef. after a harsh twitter poll, HITW won with 47% to Rocket Spleef’s 43%. now at this point i think the way that voting worked was that there’s 50 NPCs in the dome, each representing 2% of the vote. but because of how many people voted and how close the polls had been, the system glitched and gave techno’s team the win in rocket spleef. THIS WENT DOWN AS POORLY AS YOU COULD IMAGINE WITH THE DREAM TEAM, who had never played rocket spleef before. the admins paused the game and tried to swap it over, but it was not in the code for them to actually be able to swap to a new game, so they had to just play on. as a result, Dream’s team fell by A Lot, and they got pretty mad about the whole situation, especially given the fact that battle box had already been reset at this point, so the fact that they couldn’t reset rocket spleef got them pretty mad, w dream genuinely threatening to log at one point

that’s the last of the Major scuffs, i think there were some minor bugs too, like an arrow pick-up glitching in dodgebolt that meant phil died (which was Unfortunate because they lost 2-3) but in the end of the day guess what!!? it doesn’t actually matter! because it’s a non-profit for-fun MINECRAFT tournament!! any streamer that gets toxic tends to immediately apologise, and the discovery of bugs and exploits helps them get patched to never happen again! the build mart block randomiser gets added, they changed the coding of the audience vote to be shiftable! and ‘let’s just play rocket spleef’ becomes a great reoccurring joke among the MCC community

the noxcrew are amazing game developers, and even the breakers myof games should be treated like fun because in the end of the day It Does Not Really Matter :) i know we’re all chill on tumblr but i just want to reinforce how good MCC is okay and i did it with this big long post about how scuffed it can be, but the important part is how it improves and how we as a community react

#mcc #technoblade #dreamwastaken #tagging them bc they focus heavily in the bugs lmao #mcyt #mcc 7 #me going ‘it’s a summary guys’ and it’s That Long Huh #i like MCC 7 but it’s a hard watch sometimes lmao like i wanna watch greens POV at some point #i do feel like we’re being cool about it but also i have just been writing this instead of looking. Im putting my trust in yall being cool

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superangsty · 3 years

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👉🏼👈🏼 ive been fixating on spirk lately and would like to talk abt it, if you were being sincere in your tags

fsdgfh honestly when I want to talk about something it’s mostly just me SCREAMING bc that SCENE man that SCENE. Like, the rest of STID is garbage especially when they brought Kirk back with Khan’s blood like what was that??? Why did they do that?? Also I feel like the first two films of AOS are really missing the whole crew being like a family and made it instead about a bunch of beautiful straight people having awkwardly written personal issues.

FIRST THINGS FIRST: required reading is of course Henry Jenkin's thing about The Glass. I tend to assume everyone has read it but if you haven't. Get on that. Here it is:

When I try to explain slash to non-fans, I often reference that moment in Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan where Spock is dying and Kirk stands there, a wall of glass separating the two longtime buddies. Both of them are reaching out towards each other, their hands pressed hard against the glass, trying to establish physical contact. They both have so much they want to say and so little time to say it. Spock calls Kirk his friend, the fullest expression of their feelings anywhere in the series. Almost everyone who watches the scene feels the passion the two men share, the hunger for something more than what they are allowed. And, I tell my nonfan listeners, slash is what happens when you take away the glass.

Anyway all I'm saying is that no matter what JJ Abrams thinks he CAN'T recreate WoK because he doesn't UNDERSTAND WoK at the necessary level.

But with regards to STID so like okay at a very basic level you've got two things which are 1) Spock having Big Feelings and 2) the knowledge that Vulcans kiss with their hands and these two things on their own were enough to make 14 year old me watching it in the cinema for the first time feel ABSOLUTELY INSANE like for real I've been chasing that high ever since. And when Spock starts screaming? That's the Good Shit.

Also sidenote there's this theme park nearby (ish) called Thorpe Park and I went there on school trips a couple of times and there's a ride there called Rumba Rapids and the music they play in the queue is really not relevant but its fun and when I was 16 I suggested to my friends how much funnier films would be if it was playing during sad scenes so one time we watched STID and when we got to this scene we turned the volume down low and the rumba rapids music up high. Not relevant to this post, but I just Unlocked that memory while I was thinking about this and I wanted to share.

Just gonna preface this by saying that Spock's death in WoK is obviously a lot more compelling than Kirk's in STID because in AOS JJ Abrams has this obsession with making Kirk the big hero who's so amazing and brilliant and is carrying the entire world on his shoulders so of Course he would give up his life to save the ship (and when you think of the parallels w his father doing the same it becomes even more about him trying to live up to his father's reputation and idk! I feel like it cheapens the sentiment!). Meanwhile the original films they'd moved past TOS's kirk-centric vibe and it was about the crew working together bc they're a family and it's about Spock! Who'd run away to try and escape all these feelings that had come from the enterprise! And it's like yes he can explain his decision with the 'needs of the many' logic but at the end of the day he is doing this to save the people he loves and EVERYONE knows it.

One thing I will say in STID's favour is that the lead-up to this scene with the repetition of the "Better get down here. Better hurry." line from WoK is excellent mostly because Quinto is a much better actor than Shatner and you can see how INSTANTLY he understands it's to do w Kirk as opposed to Shatner looking over at Spock's empty chair and being like huh. Wots all this then. Also I like the way Quinto Spock runs I think it's funny :)

The next part when Scotty's like blah blah decontamination whatever after Spock asks him to open the door like sure okay I can get behind Spock being so overwhelmed that his common sense flies out the window but what I DON’T like is that it's only them down there. Where is the Drama of the entire engineering department watching Kirk have a meltdown over his best friend dying? Where's Kirk needing to be held back by three people because he's so desperate to get to Spock? Where's Scotty saying 'he's dead already' and the life just DRAINING out of Kirk? In STID it's just like "open the door." "can't do that." "yeah okay whatever."

NEXT BIT: Their dying conversation. In WoK Kirk and Spock have known each other most of their lives. They don't need to say much bc they just Understand each otherand you see that! When Kirk is finishing Spock's sentence and when Spock says "I have been and always shall be your friend" which seems a lot more meaningful than STID Kirk and Spock going "I want you to know why I went back for you" "Because you are my friend" and yeah it still HURTS but it's like. They don't have the history they don't have that enduring kinda love they just have a couple of years of being vaguely passive aggressive towards each other and it's still nice for Spock to realise like oh this is friends! This is a friendship! But Kirk's death just doesn't seem as tragic!!!

That being said. There ARE some raw lines there like "I'm scared Spock. Help me not to be. How do you choose not to feel?" "I do not know. Right now I am failing." Like that's IT that's the GOOD SHIT it's been nearly 8 years and I still think about it all the time. And again I can't say much for Chris Pine but Zachary Quinto's acting is MILES ahead of Shatner's and the crying! Spock crying! It's So Much!!!!!!!! And I like the music. I like the long shot of their hands meeting between the glass. It's very cinematic which while missing the campiness of WoK has it's own charm.

I like in WoK when Spock dies and Kirk slumps like he's lost every last bit of energy he had, like he's dying too, however I ALSO very much like in STID when Spock just fucking. Screams. And then goes and runs on a train and beats up Benedict Cumberbatch. I feel like it's fitting that Kirk dying kinda untethers him and lets him just absolutely lose his shit. I love seeing men beat each other up.

This has gone on much too long. Sorry I guess it just turns out I have Thoughts and this is probably barely skimming the surface but it's 9am on a Thursday and I have class in an hour but I've been sitting here rewatching the scenes and typing out this rant. As I said I really don't think I have anything original to say but like. Here ya go babe

#spirk #god anon im sorry adsfdgh i didn't know this was gonna turn into a whole long rant but like? enjoy I guess?#Anonymous #trek #asks

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guardianofjunmyeon · 4 years

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Finding Atlantis (part 11)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: another quick update hoohoo. The next update will be shorter bc i cut this in half (read: 2/3 and 1/3). No warnings this is just smth cute

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

The two dinghies pulled on land is a welcome sight after all the hours you’ve spent at the mercy of the sirens.

Unfortunately, it seems as though your group is the first to have returned.

“Take them back to the ship. I’ll wait here for Minseok and Seulgi.” Kyungsoo instructs Baekhyun. He almost seems like the Captain of the two –his expression schooled and words confident.

You make a move towards Kyungsoo to offer your help when you feel fingertips press into your side, placating. Biting your tongue you hold in your words. The fingers relax against your side. Kyungsoo offers you a reassuring smile as if he can read the concern on your face.

“We’ll head back as soon as we’re all accounted for,” he says directly to you. He places a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder and you take the opportunity to slip from Baekhyun’s hold –from his skinny fingers burning their touch into your side. Offering your own nod of acceptance, you turn away from the two of them to avoid having to meet either of their eyes.

You watch as Jongin collapses in the small boat waiting to take you back to your ship. Chanyeol folds his arms across his chest, watches carefully as you take a few steps in his direction. “Won’t he need backup of some kind?” you ask Chanyeol through the exhaustion seeping further into your muscles. You tilt your head towards the two men who came to save you.

Chanyeol smiles a tiny but profoundly proud smile. “No, Kyungsoo has got it. He’s a lot tougher than he looks.” His eyes shine as he looks beyond you. You follow his gaze and then immediately look down at your boots when you catch the fond look Kyungsoo sends to the taller; clearly having overheard his words.

Waddling over to the boat to collapse at Jongin’s side you decide not to dwell on the look. If Chanyeol thinks that Kyungsoo can handle himself then…you’ll trust them.

Baekhyun isn’t as easily convinced of his safety as you. “One hour. If I don’t see you all rowing back by then, I’m coming back for you,” he says sternly.

“Ay Captain,” Kyungsoo laughs out.

Kyungsoo is crushed in a hug by Chanyeol and then a shortened one by Baekhyun before they retreat to the boat where Jongin is fighting off sleep at your side.

Baekhyun takes control of the oars while Chanyeol pushes the boat into the water. As Kyungsoo’s figure gets smaller and farther away, you feel dread settling in your chest. The wave he sends your way feels more foreboding than you’re able to dwell on.

When you can no longer see him, and the sounds of nature surround you, you begin to feel sleep tugging you down into unconsciousness. Chanyeol and Baekhyun talk in quiet voices, but none of the words register in your mind –only the fact that they’re having a hushed conversation. Jongin inevitably dozes off and you stay awake, just so that you can watch your ship come into view.

Docked beyond the rock and reef of the island, it sits lazily atop the water. Its dark sails almost blend into the black of the night.

Baekhyun rows you all to safety the entirety of the near hour it takes to get to the ship. The distance from where Kyungsoo waits for the rest of your crew to your vessel is farther than you anticipated.

Once the conversation between Baekhyun and Chanyeol has died off, you feel the shift in energy as everyone prepares to wait for the other half of the rescue team to arrive.

You shake Jongin awake and Chanyeol helps you begin the climb up the side of the ship. Baekhyun works on securing the boat.

As soon as both of your feet are on deck, Yixing is at your side holding you in a firm hug.

“You made it,” he sighs out in relief.

“Barely.” You grimace and let your muscles give in. You fall with an uncoordinated drop to the ground. Jongin crawls up the ladder and lies face flat on your right. Not even half awake as he lifted himself on deck. Chanyeol and Baekhyun have to step over him just to get on the ship. They plop on the ground not far from you –Baekhyun catching his breath and Chanyeol finally succumbing to the exertion used throughout the day. The adrenaline running out and jelly settling in his bones. Your own adrenaline ran out long ago.

“Can you make it to the infirmary?” Yixing asks, crouched down in front of you.

You think that you could, but honestly you really don’t fucking feel like it. “No, not right now.”

Yixing nods empathetically and pats your calf. “I’ll bring the supplies out here then. Wait for me,” he instructs. Standing up and looking quickly over the four of you sprawled across the deck, he kicks Baekhyun in the leg with his boot. “Get up and gauge injuries. I’ll be back.”

A long suffering groan is the only reply he gets.

You close your eyes and rest your back against the wooden railing of the ship.

The rest of your crew is nowhere to be seen. It doesn’t surprise you. If you had to guess you would assume that it was anywhere from 2 to 4 in the morning. What’s the point in everyone on the crew staying awake above deck with worry when only a handful of people are reasonably needed for a rescue mission?

If anything, you hope that everyone else is getting plenty of rest so that when Junmyeon is brought back, you all can continue the mission. You can’t afford another chunk of lost time like that after you and Baekhyun were rescued from the island. You’re a week behind your nonexistent schedule. You hope that the lost time won’t be detrimental to the mission.

The feeling of a hand gently grabbing your forearm shakes you from your thoughts. You open your eyes figuring Yixing is back to look at your injuries. You don’t expect to be met with the sight of Baekhyun looking down at the blood encrusting your wrist with a small frown on his face.

You notice that your hand is shaking in his grasp. Clenching your fist and pulling away to try and hide it, you’re immediately met with resistance.

“Don’t,” he murmurs. His grip on your arm doesn't relax until you stop trying to pull away. From the corner of your eye you see Yixing tending to Jongin while Chanyeol dozes off on his back at Yixing’s side.

With long and careful fingers, Baekhyun turns over your hand to look at the full damage of your wound before his frown deepens and he lets out a puff of air.

“What?”

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

You yank your hand away from him and hold back a hiss of pain at the stinging it causes your wrist. He lets out another breath of air, this one more annoyed than the last.

He reaches out and yanks both of your arms towards him, and when you let out a noise of pain his irked expression melts into something softer. Something apologetic.

This time you don’t fight him as he takes a look at your reddened, cracking skin. “You’re an idiot,” he emphasizes again, looking into your eyes pointedly. You frown. “But I’m going to help you heal anyway.”

“Thanks,” you breathe out sarcastically.

He settles on his butt and drags a bucket that had been partially hidden behind him to his side. You fold your legs beneath yourself and let your arms lie limp between the two of you. He twists out the water from the rag sitting in the bucket. You hear Chanyeol whining somewhere near you and Yixing hushing him like a parent would their noisy child.

The feeling of the cold rag on your skin forces you to focus your attention fully on the man in front of you. Baekhyun wipes farthest from the actual wound and works inward.

It doesn’t start to hurt until he begins to wash off the thick layer of blood that had caked right above where the rope dug in the deepest.

The sting is so abrupt that you straighten in your spot and choke out a pitiful moan of anguish. His eyes flicker from your wrist to your face only momentarily. “You deserve this for turning your wrist into shredded meat,” he laments.

“Fuck you,” you whimper out.

His lips quirk up in amusement. The rag dips into the bucket; red seeps into the once clear water staining it crimson. Baekhyun presses it to your skin again. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did before.

A pout settles on his lips as he concentrates on disinfecting and bandaging your wounds. You watch his face closely as he works in silence. The careful cleaning of your blood, the attentive way he tries to avoid hurting you where he can, the soft and reassuring press of his fingertips against your skin when you tense in pain. All of the actions only reaffirm the truth you’ve come to accept.

You like Baekhyun.

You fucking like Baekhyun.

You like Baekhyun and you told Jongin and Chanyeol.

You like Baekhyun and he’s cleaning the blood from your skin with so much care that you could trick yourself into believing that he actually cares about you.

He’s probably just tired and being gentle because he lacks the energy to be a dick. That would be reason enough for you –after all he did row the four of you an hour to safety. Even you wouldn’t have the energy to continue hating someone after that.

When the bandage is done being wrapped and the blood is no longer coating your arms, Baekhyun stands up and tosses the dirty water into the ocean.

“Captain, we’ll get you all something to eat and drink, but first we should get each of you to a bed,” Yixing says gently. You can only nod at his words –body giving in to exhaustion. “You take the Captain and I’ll get Sehun to come help me get Chanyeol and Jongin below deck.”

“Me?” Baekhyun asks in shock.

“Yes, you-”

“Yixing I can walk there on my own it’s really fi-” Yixing’s glare is enough to quiet you instantly.

“I said: you take the Captain to her room. Someone will bring you food afterwards,” his pitch drops angrily.

Baekhyun squats back down immediately to hoist you to your feet. You put as much energy as you have left into getting up. When Baekhyun’s arm is wrapped around you again and you’re leaning into his side, Yixing breaks out into a pleased grin. Smiling as if his voice hadn’t been threatening a minute before.

“Good. Now go,” he commands. Baekhyun nods quickly and ushers you towards your quarters.

You hobble out from under his arm and flop heavily onto your bed as he closes the door behind himself. Baekhyun leans against your closed door and lets out an exhale.

“That man is fucking terrifying,” he says.

“There’s a reason he’s quartermaster,” you manage to say. Yixing seems nothing but gentle and kind. Despite the fact that he genuinely is gentle and kind, it’s also a mask that he uses to fool others. A facade he knowingly uses to his advantage. Behind Minseok, Yixing is the most experienced with a gun, and behind you, the best with a blade.

He’s smart about when he actually decides to strike, and can be more cold-blooded than he lets on, but he is still the sweetest person you have ever come to know.

The urge to change clothes and fall asleep in bed is stronger now that you’re surrounded by the familiarity of your room, but you have to stay awake until Junmyeon arrives. Your clothes are dirty with blood of all kinds; dirt and mud coats you like a second skin.

You bend down to unlace your boots. You figure it’s the least you can do to get comfortable until all your men are present and accounted for. It hurts a bit to flex and bend your wrists, but it’s not unbearable. The stinging from where the rope was rubbing into your abdomen is a bit more apparent now. It has turned into the most painful part of moving your body.

A smack to the back of your hand has you pulling away from your shoes.

“You do know that you can ask for help every now and then right?” Baekhyun grumbles out. You open your mouth to protest and utter out a ‘what the fuck?’ when he bends down to unlace your shoes for you.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you take your shoes off. I’m sure it hurts to bend like that.”

You pause. He slips the first boot off your foot and tosses it haphazardly to the side. “Baekhyun!” you scold.

“Relax. It’s just a shoe.”

The other comes off and gets tossed to the side more aggressively than the first. When you snort at the careless treatment of your boot, Baekhyun smiles and hides it behind a cough and scrunch of his nose.

“You smell rancid,” he says.

“You don't exactly smell like lavender or fresh bread either-”

“Shut up.”

“You started it.”

A pause.

“I’ll get you water so that you can clean yourself up. Wait here.” He moves towards the door and then quickly turns around to point at you with narrowed eyes. “Do not fucking move.”

You roll your eyes and wave him away with weak flicks of your fingers.

Once he’s gone you count to 15 before standing on your feet, walking to your mirror, and lifting your shirt to look at the rough darkening line that colors the top of your abdomen. It isn’t bleeding, but you can tell that it will bruise darker and be tender for days to come. Prodding at it with gentle fingertips you grimace at the pain any touch creates.

You do know that you can ask for help every now and then right?

You scoff out a laugh. As if he’d help even if you asked.

The two of you are friendly now, as you have to be given the circumstances. You doubt that any kindness Baekhyun offers you extends passed respectful ally-ship for the sake of your crews.

You can’t read his mind. You don’t know what he’s thinking or feeling, but his actions lend towards your theory of civil respect. Nothing less, but definitely nothing more.

How you ended up being the one liking him one-sidedly you’ll never fucking understand, but it bothers the ever-loving fuck out of you.

Your door is pushed open without preamble and Baekhyun stumbles in balancing food in one hand, a bucket and a cup of water in the other.

He looks so dumb.

He looks cute.

“Need help?” you ask.

“I got it,” he puffs out.

Hypocrite.

The cup spills out half of its contents when he sits it on the table. The food doesn’t spill but it clatters noisily as it’s set down clumsily. He sits the large bucket of water on the ground roughly as if it has personally angered him. First collecting his breath and glaring down at the bucket for a second longer, he then turns around to face you.

“I thought I told you not to move.”

“I didn’t realize you were my master,” you reply petulantly. Shuffling over and downing what’s left of the water in the cup, you smack your lips in satisfaction.

Baekhyun grumbles under his breath and sits heavily in the chair next to you while you continue to stand and pick at the food on the tray.

Vegetable buns and porridge. Boring, but it will fill you up.

“Are you not sitting because of bruise on your stomach?” Baekhyun asks out of nowhere. The bun you were holding up to your mouth after a bite gets stuck in your throat.

“What?” you cough out in horror. How did he find out?

He reaches towards the hem of your shirt and you flinch away. He balls his hand around air and brings it back to his lap. For a second, you feel bad for your reaction, but you cover it up by busying yourself with rearranging the half eaten bun next to the untouched one.

“Chanyeol and Jongin also have bruises around where the rope was tied around you all.” You frown down at the food at his words. “Were you not going to mention it?”

You know this is heading towards an argument.

You exhale and turn your body to face him head on.

“To you? No. I probably would have told Yixing if it got bad enough,” you say evenly.

His expression turns sour. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“If it got bad enough? Means if I-”

“No. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he cuts in.

You exhale to calm the beating of your heart, pumping double time in preparation for yet another screaming match that you know is inevitable. “You and I both know that you’re just here being nice for the sake of everyone else. I know you don’t really care or want to bother patching me up, so I don’t bother asking for you to put in any more effort than necessary. Yeah, I’m bruised and it hurts to touch. What do you care? What does it matter if you know or not? It’s not like I’m going to die of it and it’s not like it would affect you in any way.”

Baekhyun closes his eyes and roughly drags his fingers through his bangs. Holding in a shout through closed lips, he sounds like he’s growling in frustration.

You clench your fist, bracing yourself for the explosion.

But…

It never comes.

Baekhyun doesn’t shout, he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t curse. All he does…is laugh. A short tired laugh. More an exhale of breath than a laugh really.

You deflate in confusion. Fingers uncurling, eyebrows rising, head cocking to the side.

“You’re right. It doesn’t matter if I know or not. It doesn’t matter and it doesn’t affect me in any way. I just-” He brushes both of his hands through his hair and lets out a long suffering sigh. “Whatever. I’m tired of arguing with you.”

He walks towards the door and you stare, mouth agape. He’s…not going to fight you? “I- Baekhyun wait I-” you reach out to grab the sleeve of his shirt. You barely catch any of the material between your thumb and index finger.

He stops but doesn’t turn around. “Baekhyun, look at me…please.”

Trying to lessen the distance and get a better hold of his shirt you walk closer. He refuses to face you.

You have to thread your fingers through his to get him to react to you. His eyes close and he groans quietly in defeat before turning around. “I…I…”

“What? What do you want? Just let me go.”

He pulls but you hold on tighter. Knuckles going light from how tight you’re gripping his fingers. “What do you want?” he asks again.

“I don't…I don’t know. I …” your voice catches in your throat.

He scoffs in disbelief.

“Let me go-”

“No!” You squeeze his hand again in yours and look down where the warmth of his hand seeps into yours. “No…” you repeat again, softer. More honest. More vulnerable. You bite your lip to hold back the words that want to slip out. Keeping your fingers twined, you let your free hand rest on his arm.

There’s no talking. Only your rapid breaths as you think through your next movement. You don’t know how long he’ll stand there before walking off and leaving you alone in your room. Alone with all the words that you’re too cowardly to say.

You slide your hand from his arm to his shoulder. From his shoulder to his neck.

A shiver runs through his body as he leans into the touch. His neck has always been sensitive. You’ve known that about him for years.

His fingers squeeze against yours. When you finally make it to his face, hand cupping his cheek as you look into his eyes and hope –no you pray that maybe what you can’t say you can show.

Show through your actions. Show through your eyes.

You take a step forward to close the last of the distance between you, chests touching. Hearts pumping, chests rising and falling as one. His fingers slip from yours and rest heavily at the small of your back, holding you even closer.

He exhales shakily, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

“Is this your way of asking to kiss me?” he asks –nervousness uncharacteristically creeping in at the edges. You smile softly. You thumb at his bottom lip and watch his mouth fall open in response to the touch. His stupid wet stupid pink lips.

“Can…can I?” you breathe out.

“You’ve never had to ask before,” he whispers a breath away from your lips.

You want a taste of him again. You want to surround yourself with him and to never forget the sight of him, the smell of him, the feeling of him. You want him. Every piece of him. The annoying argumentative side. The ugly jealous side. The headstrong proud side. The beautiful caring side. The sweet kind side.

All of it.

You’d just have to lean in a bit more to complete the kiss. Just a centimeter more.

“Captain! Junmyeon is back!”

You pull away and smack a hand to Baekhyun’s mouth to push his face away from yours.

“Junmyeon!?” Excitement runs through your veins, the moment from mere moments ago already evaporated. You don’t even care that Yeri just walked in and caught you in a semi-compromising position with Baekhyun.

Junmyeon is back.

You shove passed Baekhyun to run beyond Yeri and out to the main deck. You don’t care that your abdomen smarts or that Baekhyun lets out a sound of frustration behind you.

You have to make sure that Junmyeon is okay. You have to see him with your own eyes.

You stumble out to the main deck and look around the lantern lit ship frantically. You finally catch sight of him held on both sides by Kyungsoo and Minseok. Seulgi is standing in front of Yixing, mouth moving rapidly as she motions wildly from Junmyeon to Yixing. Her hair matted with blue blood and a red slice down her arm, thick with drying blood.

Your excited stumbling slows to a worried walk as you take in the scene. Junmyeon’s left leg is lifted a bit off the ground and his expression is twisted in pain. There’s fresh blood on his cheek and his clothes are heavy with what you hope is water. Minseok and Kyungsoo look drained at his sides. Purple streaks their skin, a mix of their blood and that of the sirens.

At least they’re all real.

Minseok sees you coming first.

“Captain! You’re okay!”

You smile sadly. “I should be the one saying that. You all look terrible…”

Kyungsoo laughs out tiredly. Junmyeon smiles dazedly. He looks beat.

You punch him in the chest.

“Ouch!”

“Dumb fuck. Getting pushed off the ship,” you growl out.

He smiles lazily. “I missed you too.”

He unloops himself from Kyungsoo and Minseok to hop over and wrap you in a weak hug. You hug him back just as gently, holding in tears that threaten to spill out and over. “You had me so worried.”

“I know, but I’m okay. We’re okay,” he tries to soothe. Pulling away you cup his cheeks and scan his face sadly. He’s dirty and looks as dead tired as you’re sure he feels. You brush the hair off his forehead tenderly and thumb off a spot of mud on his cheek. “You should let me go. I think your boyfriend is getting jealous again,” he tries to joke, but his voice comes out weak.

“Again?” you question as he limps back to Minseok. Wait… “Boyfriend?!” you hiss.

Despite his exhaustion, despite how awful a day it’s been, Junmyeon laughs. He can still manage to laugh.

“Junmyeon, stop moving around,” Yixing barks out.

You see Baekhyun walking up to your side with his arms over his chest and a childish pout on his lips. Even if you didn’t know him as well as you do, you’d be able to tell that he’s upset.

Boyfriend.

You cringe and take an inconspicuous step farther away from him.

“Is he going to be alright Yixing?” Seulgi asks.

Yixing prods at Junmyeon’s obviously injured leg. “His leg is broken, but he’ll be alright. I’ll have to reset it and look him over for any other injuries, but it doesn’t seem any worse than that.”

“We’ll give you the debriefing in the morning Cap’n. I think everyone needs a good night’s sleep,” Minseok offers.

“Yeah…let’s…reconvene in the morning. Everyone wash up, attend to your injuries and then we’ll get everyone together and figure out what the fuck happened and what the fuck we’re going to do next.” You reach toward the bruise growing in pain on your stomach but lower your fingers when you feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you from your periphery. You clear your throat. “Let’s try to keep moving. We can’t let this slow us down for long.”

“I’ll take care of Junmyeon. You all go rest,” Yixing says, taking it upon himself to guide your injured first mate to the infirmary.

You wait in your place until nearly everyone has cleared the deck.

Nearly everyone.

“Baekhyun,” you call. He startles in his spot still pouting at your side. You sigh and lick your lips nervously. He blinks down at them dumbly. “I need help getting my clothes off so that I can bathe.”

A toothy smile plasters itself across his face and you want to kiss him.

God. Stupid. So fucking dumb.

“Don’t say anything. Just help me out of my clothes and then fucking leave my room so I can clean up.”

He nods slowly. “Yeah of course. Why else would you want me to help get you naked- ouch.”

You scowl and raise your fist to punch him in the chest again. “Don’t make me regret asking for your help.”

He smiles again, gentler, eyes shining with an emotion you haven’t seen since you were on the island together. When he brings his hand up to your fist and wedges his fingers between yours to bring your intertwined digits down, you let him.

Mostly shocked, and a bit flustered by the action, you gape at him.

“Let’s go.” With another squeeze of your fingers that sends tingles up your spine you let Baekhyun guide you back to your room.

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo fanfics #exo imagine #exo story #exo fanfic #exo series #exo pirate au #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun series #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun pirate au #enemies to lovers

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pitiless-achilles-wept · 4 years

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How to bear the unbearable?

Quarantine week 9, chemo week 15, cancer week 67

[Originally posted May 14, 2020]

I was hoping to write a longer, more thoughtful post about how heroism is boring, day to day, and how ill prepared we are for what it looks and feels like. And hopefully I will! But since I know that it's been a while since I've posted about how things are going, I thought I'd at least catch up those of you who don't follow me on Twitter.

The format makes it easier for me to write briefer updates there, but tonight I wrote more than Twitter usually likes to see about how I feel about my next chemo visit tomorrow (May 15th), which is my sixth on this (3rd) treatment course and the last before I get another set of scans. It's also the 3rd since quarantine began (I snuck one in on March 12th when I was still allowed a companion for the trip instead of chauffeurs). Here's my Twitter thread about it:

"I have chemo again tomorrow bc even though time is a construct I still have to go every 3 weeks. My emotions are all over the place. Most simply, I am tired & don’t want to go through this again. However, it’s some of my only human contact so I’m also oddly excited.

I don’t mean physical contact (which is minimal & as distant as possible) but sharing space w/another person in silent company. It’s an exceptional circumstance so friends will drive me or sit on my (9 ft) sofa. I want to weep with relief about it, but also I’m angry. (2/)

Why am I angry? Well, first we all are. This situation is outrageous, unbearable, & yet we must bear it. Second, I live with & suffer from cancer all the time not just every 3 weeks. I’m wracked with guilt & sadness about how much I need my people around me yet cannot ask. 3/)

I want them to make exceptions for me more than once or twice every 3 weeks. I don’t want to ask, though, bc many of them feel stressed by compromising even this much. They cry when they tell me they wish they could be here or, if they are, that wish they could hug me. (4/)

I have to talk my parents (80 & 76 w/an underlying condition) out of traveling to be with me & suspect & worry they will do it anyway. Of the 504 hours in 3 weeks I spend conservatively 480 alone (& I’m awake for probably 350 of them). It’s unsustainable, unbearable. (5/)

This is what I’m doing to help stop the spread. Living by myself w/stage 4 cancer, working FT, spending 160 hrs a week alone, excited for chemo so I won’t be. I’m angry that more is not offered me. But I’m furious that others don’t have more perspective on their own suffering.6/)

I have been doing this for 9 weeks. 9 weeks is more time in my lifespan than it is for most of yours. Do not take away another 3 months, 6 months, a year or two from me. I do not have that much spare time. I know it is unbearable, but please bear it a bit longer. (7/)

But also: if you do see me (or anyone) walking with a friend or sitting together in the sun, do not assume we are being irresponsible because we are young or because one of us has purple hair. You have no idea what people are bearing in private. Be cautious, but be kind. (fin)"

These past few weeks have felt strained for me too. Mostly I've been doing what everyone has been doing and just trying to get by, enjoying the sunshine when we have it (although it's been spitefully cold and rainy for spring), reading and watching TV, throwing myself into work (especially if it benefits other people), and burning myself out on video calls seeking connection.

When I'm at my least generous, I resent other people (including those I know and love) for only having to endure quarantine itself, or for getting to endure it with someone who loves them and whom they love. I resent the idea of the nuclear family that sanctions a group of 4 seeing one another in one instance, but which makes my friends (living in 1s and 2s and also isolating) feel that they cannot see me. I resent the idea of couplehood that makes me feel that what I'm enduring is somehow a just punishment for my singledom (already viewed as a defect). I feel these resentments, but then I remember to be kind, which is the braver and better thing.

But it cannot be denied that going through this with cancer, as I do every moment of every day not just when I have chemo, is worse than doing it without cancer. If I am quiet on here, or bad replying to texts, or not able to do another Zoom call, it may be because the situation is quite literally exhausting me. It is taking me longer to bounce back from chemo sessions than it used to (now a full week) and I am not able to tell whether that is because of the cumulative effects of the chemo drug (which I was warned about) or because of the psychological drag of the quarantine. I also now find that I can't even really talk on the phone after chemo--that my energy levels are so depleted that only the comfort of having another person around physically works for those worst couple days. It's hard to have the capabilities of your body cut you off from what might be psychologically nourishing.

Thank you, though, for all the good wishes and messages you send from afar (which, now, is nearly anywhere). They absolutely make a difference, as I check my phone repeatedly and incessantly to make sure that, really, I'm not as alone as I may feel. I hope that you are doing as well as you can be doing too, and that you are finding comforts where you can.

Love, Bex

#my life as a cancer patient #treatment update #may 2020 #covid and cancer #quarantine life #metastatic breast cancer #mbc #stage 4 #my fast-paced life #triple negative breast cancer #tnbc

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wheresanne · 5 years

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Common Teaching in Korea Questions

Exactly a year ago, an old friend told me about the opportunity to go live overseas, travel often, and make money at the same time. 🌍 I asked, “How long will you be gone? What do you do if you don’t like it there? What will you do with your car?”

After a hundred more questions, tons of research, financial planning, organizing the right qualifications, and knowing myself enough to know if I was truly ready for this experience, here I am.

Here are some of the most common teaching English in South Korea questions that I had and most people may have.

If you have any questions about EPIK program or life in Korea, feel free to comment or message me.

1. What would be your list of pros and cons?

Cons would be the language barrier and culture work environment is different compared to the US. Preparing to return back home sounds difficult so make sure you continue working on your future career so you don't have a gap on your resume.

2. Tips for the application process?

For the application process, use the Internet and search for possible lesson plans and read others’ experiences of teaching and living abroad. I wasn’t originally a teacher, but I often reflect and remember some of my influential teachers, then apply that to my style of teaching.

3. Tips for the interview process?

For the interview process, since it will most likely be a video chat interview through Skype, remember that the video chat might be a few seconds of the audio delay, so try not to cut off the interviewer’s talking. You should dress nicely and smile a lot since you’ll be seen as a role model and working with children. Keep your answers to one or two full sentences. Talk confidently. Again, do some research online for example questions and answers.

4. Do I have to take the TEFL if I’m going to major in early childhood education with a concentration in English as a second language? (Very important question)

To teach in Korea, you have to be a native English speaker. To teach early childhood education in Korea, you must have a TEFL certificate and you are supposed to have a real education degree.

5. How can you send money back home for cheap? Is the transfer costs very expensive?

Depending on your home country, for example, if your home country is the US, you could send money back home through an American Citi Bank account for a small transaction fee. Your home country bank might charge extra fees. My personal American bank, USAA, charged me $70 when it received $1,000 home.

6. What are each of your teaching schedules like? (I know they differ) Do you have free time?

I teach 22 hours or classes per week, I talk more about this in my "What is my job in Korea?" YouTube video. I have to be at work 8:30-4:30 M-F. Besides those 22 hours, I'm sitting at my desk preparing for future classes or whatever I want to do.

Since I teach about 550 students in my middle school, I only visit the 1st and 2nd graders every-other-week and then I teach the 3rd graders every week.

7. Where was/are you placed? Do you like it there?

Through EPIK Program, I was placed in an Innocity in Naju in Jeollanam province in the south. I love it. Great food and good location.

8. What are your classes like? Elementary, Middle, High? Big? Small?

I teach middle school in a new city. I have about 550 students in total and about 15 to 25 students in each class.

I also teach an after-school club class, where we video chat Australian students about Korean culture, landmarks, etc.

9. What is your EPIK apartment like? Is it as small as I’ve seen online? (Not that is matters much about size!) And is your bills pretty cheap?

Before coming to Korea, I was expecting to be placed in an older apartment, possibly with mold or cockroaches.

Through EPIK, I was thankfully placed in the new Innocity in Naju county in Jeollanam province. I love it here because there are tons of fitness centers, tons of cafes, restaurants, a library, Lake Park, and it's a new city with lots of transportation and modern buildings.

My EPIK apartment is a studio office-tel style, so it's in a massive building where I pay $50 a month for the building utilities and then about $20 for my utilities.

10. How long have you been living in Korea?

I've been living in Korea since June 2018 and I was in the August 2018 EPIK intake.

11. If you can speak Korean, will more employers want to hire you?

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12. Do any of you have a permanent residency visa? If so, what’s it like? Is it less stressful?

I don’t. I’m on the yearly F2 visa.

After watching Megan Bowen and World of Dave on YouTube, who have been in South Korea for nearly 10 years now, it seems that sometimes people or Koreans still think they're a foreigner.

13. How many vacation days do you get? Are they flexible or not very flexible?

Vacation days are only allowed around the winter and summer camp schedules, Your contract will say you have 25 paid-leave days total (contracts are slightly different depending on the province you're in) in the contract year.

14. What advice would you give to anyone moving to Korea for the first time?

For anyone moving to Korea for the first time, do lots of research online, come with an open mind, don't forget you're representing your country, and remember why you're coming here. You're not coming here to party, coming here to teach and grow.

15. What are your co-teachers like? Are they helpful?

I have 7 co-teachers since I teach at a bigger sized school. They are so kind and helpful. I’m a fairly independent person and haven’t had many issues, so I don’t often “bug” them, but I know they would help me if needed. At work, they don't ask to see my lesson plans or games. After classes, we often talk for a moment as a way to quickly review how the lesson or class reacted to the lesson. We work together when a speaking test is coming up.

16. Do you make enough to live comfortably? And to save?

I live very comfortably. I barely go shopping for clothing or home decorations, since I’m a very minimal person. I just have the essentials. Also, I don't have to stress about repairing my apartment or my car maintenance.

17. Do you make your own lesson plans or do you have to teach by a book?

My middle school has a textbook where I teach the Listen and Speak sections with my own extra "real life" examples and then we play a review game.

18. Do you teach at more than 1 school? If so how many? And is it really stressful?

I only teach at one school.

19. Can you remember all your students' names? What are some fun ways to memorize all their names?

Since I have many students, my first semester was about memorizing their faces, behaviors, and levels of English in class. By the second semester, I asked for a student-list and tried to take attendance before each class. Since I see most of the students every-other-week, it has taken me almost two semesters to learn their names.

If I ever see them outside of the school in my neighborhood, I ask them “How are you, what’s your name again?” as a good way to practice their English too.

Some students have English names, perhaps from their English hagwon academies. If they don’t have an English name, at the beginning of the semester, I offer them a list of popular English names from their 2006-8 birth years.

I remember their names by remembering somethings similar in English. 유빈 Yoo-bin sounds like "You Bin"

20. Is your commute to work long?

I bought a bicycle from an online Facebook flea market group and then I every day I ride my bike for about 10-15 minutes. I could walk for 30 minutes, or I could take a bus but that'll cost me about 2,000 won every day.

21. What is the most rewarding part of teaching in Korea?

I really like the comfortable life here.

22. What are some culture do’s and don’ts that are important to know?

Culture do's would be to remember it's not your country. Make friends with almost everyone, but remember your boundaries.

23. How do you deal with homesickness and stress?

For homesickness or stress, I often go for a walk or bike ride in nature, which reminds me of my hometown or eat pizza or a hamburger. And catch up with family and old friends via Facebook.

24. How have you changed since living in Korea?

Living completely alone can be difficult and different for some people. I have so much free time here. I think my sense of fashion style has changed too.

25. Do you have a Korean phone plan? How much is it a month?

I pay $70 a month for my 100GB phone data plan for my iPhone bc I often travel around Korea so data is important to me.

You can get the Korean phone plan after you get your ARC number, almost a month after living here. You can easily get a SIM card from the convenience stores or from the airport.

26. Last but not least, what are some encouraging words you would give to those who want to teach in Korea!?

Only teach if you actually like kids and are a patient person. If you don't get accepted through EPIK, or JLP, or TaLK, don't forget to apply through hagwons!

#Common EPIK Questions #EPIK Teaching #Teaching ESL #Questions #JLP Program #English Program in Korea #Blog Post #Blog

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faeparrish · 5 years

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answer 21 questions and tag 21 mutuals you would like to get to know better! (thank you @psychicadam for tagging me💘)

nicknames: molly isn’t a long name so I don't really have any nicknames apart from moll

zodiac sign: sagittarius w/ moon & rising both in libra ♐♎

height: 5′3″ just call me BLUE SARGENT because I am SMALL

hogwarts house: in my heart of hearts I'm a hufflepuff, but I was so desperate to be a gryffindor when I read the books and now I'm too deep in gryffindor merch from birthdays and christmases to back out.

last thing i googled: 'silence of the girls cover artist’ - I recognised sarah young’s art on the cover of the book that I just bought so I was looking it up (you should check out her work - although make sure you type 'sarah young illustration' bc I just now found out that she in fact shares her name with a porn star lmao😬)

favourite musicians: oh god, so many. jacob collier (aka the most infuriatingly talented musician alive, he's only like 24, he’s won 2 grammies, he got recognition from quincy jones and now they're friends ?? and he’s currently working on a 4 part album of about 40 songs; volume 1 was released around christmas and he’s planning to release the last one by the end of this year... anyway he’s unbelievable and I love him), julia jacklin, glass animals, billie marten, hozier, tom misch, joy crookes, ELIZA, vulfpeck, nick mulvey, hope tala, jade bird, rusty clanton (fun fact, I actually bumped into him after his support set for jade bird and he was SO lovely). also dodie has been a fave of mine since I was like 14 and she probably always will be tbh. girl is just the sun ☀️

song stuck in your head: moontime by hope tala (not complaining tho bc that song is a Gay Bop)

following: 413 (I had to go through recently and unfollow all the old jily/marauders blogs that haven't been active for years rip there are so many)

followers: 489 and ily ALL ♥️

do you get asks: sometimes! I get a few cute lil anons here and there

amount of sleep: I have insomniaaa, like my boy gansey so I only get like 4-6 hours a night. I just always get a sudden boost of chaotic creative energy in the evenings and my brain is like !!! make something !! write something !! draw something !! anything!! do it all !! maybe I should start building a miniature version of my town too lol

lucky number: hmm my birthday is 13th dec (same day as ts) so I like to think that the number makes an exception from being unlucky for people who are born on the 13th

what you’re wearing: leggings, my fav shorts (they’re so cool, they're like a kind of mossy green tie-dye with some funky black patterns stamped onto them. 10/10 makes me feel like a forest elf) and a yellow crop top vest thing. also a couple of rings and some necklaces that I wear basically every day. also socks that have confetti patterns on them. party socks

dream job: anything creative!! writing, art, music, whatever tbh. in an ideal life I would love to be a musician because the idea of going on a tour with other musician friends just sounds like such a dream to me and I love making music stuff (I actually posted a cover on here if you wanna listen) ALSO lowkey want to open a cafe w/ my sister one day; have events in the evenings, homemade cakes, get our musical friends to do gigs? mayhaps a resident cat??? yes pls

dream trip: I applied for an exchange with my uni to study in norway next year, which would be amazing (and terrifying) if I got accepted !!

instrument: I played the violin (very very badly) for about 2 years, and the oboe (for about a year until my teacher moved away - turns out there aren't a whole lot of oboe teachers out there) and I had piano lessons when I was a kid for about 7 years, but i can't remember how to properly read the music now:( I can still play piano but I mostly just figure out how to play songs by listening to them a lot. I prefer playing guitar and ukulele though, they're the ones that I picked up myself so I feel a lot more committed to them

languages: english is my only fluent language, bc our education system doesn’t bother to teach languages as well as other countries do (am I bitter about it? absolutely), but I can just about get by in french and spanish, and I've been slowly teaching myself norwegian on duolingo for about 5 months now (honestly bless that app)

favourite songs: again, so many. my current faves: mice by billie marten (her new ep is so crushingly gorgeous), guiltless by dodie (the music video?? the music video????), here comes the sun by jacob collier & dodie (god this cover is endlessly, endlessly beautiful?? the drum and guitar strums at 0.58 just GET👏ME👏GOING👏), she is the sum by poppy ajudha, in your hands by nick mulvey (has some BIG gangsey in trk vibes), moon river by jacob collier (this literally came out the other day and ohhohooo boy !! the harmonies that kick in at 5.19 give me mad goosebumps)

random fact: when I was 16 I had appendicitis and nearly died bc I thought the pains were just rlly bad cramps lmao (is this ?? #toomuch? 😬✨??) ANYWAY now i don't have an appendix BUT I do have three funky lil scars and a rlly big appreciation for the nhs (the uk is shit at most things but free healthcare is truly a godsend)

aesthetic: witchy, kinda feral lol, artsy, anything nature related, anything autumnal?? I love that dark academia, secret history kind of aesthetic but I can’t really pull it off bc my style is a bit too hectic - basically just think blue sargent but softer and probs more gay lmao 🤠👌

I'm tagging @lesbianparrish @adamparrishes & @motorcyclebabeparrish as well lol, also @parrishynch @lvslie @flourishandblotted @cloudpillows @justlarajean @heart-ablaze @tinylilemrys @acquaclara @cbliviate @iuliasabina @heyilan @ofstagsanddoes @nellyinneverland @wtf-jily (a lot of my mutuals aren’t active anymore so it’s hard to see if I've forgotten anyone, but if I have forgotten you I'm sorry !! ily!! you are also tagged 💕✨)

#tag game #me #thank you for tagging me <3

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t0m0kii · 5 years

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you think this is a game anon? you send in 1-99 i’m gonna do 1-99 so HERE WE H*CKING GO

“1) Sexuality?”

bi! even tho i’m not attracted to many boys (and i actually only seriously like one) i still consider myself to be a groovy bisexual

“2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?”

any of the monkees! but also paul mccartney!

“3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.”

here’s an excerpt from the nearest book, ‘‘the everything reading music book’‘: “The terms measure and bar can be used in place of one another - they mean the same thing.” very educational!

“4) What do you think about most?”

it’s probably pathetic but i probably think about story concepts the most! either that or monkees stuff but sometimes they can be the same thing

“5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?”

my latest text is from my dude sean a.k.a joj-n-ringo who said that he sent me loads of asks about nwa but somehow i didn’t get any of them

“6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?”

always with! sleeping naked is weird and plus i hate my body and don’t wanna look at it SKJALKJAKLHDKSJLKN

“7) What’s your strangest talent?”

i dunno! i don’t really have any weird talents!

“8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)”

girls…are neat! boys…are also neat!

“9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?”

no one’s ever written me a song but i’ve had friends write me poems before! it’s nice and i love it

“10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?”

hm……when’s the last time i listened to joe walsh’s life’s been good……………probably then!

“11) Do you have any strange phobias?”

i don’t know if it counts as a phobia but i get really bothered when i see shirtless pics of people and their ribs are visible like idk what it is but eeeee i don’t like it

“12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?”

not that i can remember, lmao

“13) What’s your religion?”

i’m not like a diehard religion fanatic but i was raised christian and still sorta stand by it yknow

“14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?”

looking at the area around me, even if i’ve seen the place a thousand times, i’m always just lookin around lmao

“15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?”

it depends! mostly i like being in front tho jdhbkjfhdjfls

“16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?”

the monkees! those four idiots have my whole heart

“17) What was the last lie you told?”

my mom asked me if i did my homework yesterday and i lied and said i did it at school BUT I DID DO MOST OF IT THERE SO WHEN I BROUGHT IT HOME I DIDN’T HAVE A LOT TO DO

“18) Do you believe in karma?”

i guess so! what goes around comes around i’d suppose

“19) What does your URL mean?”

it’s named somewhat after my favorite anime character tomoko kuroki bc i love her and she’s a big mood

“20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?”

i think my greatest weakness would be that i jump to conclusions without any reason yknow but i think my biggest strength would be either my writing abilities or my ability to sorta see through people and see exactly what type of person they are

“21) Who is your celebrity crush?”

davy jones !!!!!! i love him so much !!!!!!!!!!

“22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

hELL NO i would never i’m way too modest for that sjsklaskjdkbfnj

“23) How do you vent your anger?”

usually i talk to someone about it who’d understand but sometimes when i don’t want to bug anyone i just scribble it all down

“24) Do you have a collection of anything?”i have a record collection! and a cd and tape collection, i mostly just collect music stuff kshsjlbsjk

“25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?”

i don’t really like either but i prefer talking on the phone!

“26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?”

not entirely

“27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?”

i hate the sound of babies screaming like i don’t hate children but uGH it kills my ears and a sound i love is the sound of tambourines! i love those lil things they do a good noise

“28) What’s your biggest “what if”?”

what if it’s all for nothing (this could apply to several things)

“29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?”

i dunno about aliens but i think there are ghosts! i’d love to be friends with a ghost like. imagine

“30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.”

with my right i touch my phone first! and with my left i touch my 3ds

“31) Smell the air. What do you smell?”

it smells like……………………………..air

“32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?”

i dunno i’ve never really been anywhere super terrible

“33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?”

uhhh east?

“34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?”

DAVY JONES OF COURSEEEEE

“35) To you, what is the meaning of life?”

to give it meaning

“36) Define Art.”

art is whatever you make it tbh, something that inspires

“37) Do you believe in luck?”

i guess! even tho i have the worst luck ever

“38) What’s the weather like right now?”

cold and windy it SUCKS

“39) What time is it?”

at the time of writing this answer it’s 8:37 pm!

“40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?”

i’m too young to drive so i’ve never done it bsjhklskjdvbfjdsk

“41) What was the last book you read?”

i admit i write more than i read but i believe the last time i read a book was yesterday when i was reading one of my how-to-read-sheet-music books from the library

“42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?”

i can tolerate it but i wouldn’t want to sit and smell it for hours

“43) Do you have any nicknames?”

not really! if you gave me one that’d be neat

“44) What was the last movie you saw?”

last time i watched a movie was when i rewatched the beatles movie ‘‘help!’‘ it’s a rlly good movie i love it

“45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?”

uh once i broke my arm in kindergarten but i think that’d be it

“46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?”

like in a net? no but i’d really like tooooo i think it’d be neat

“47) Do you have any obsessions right now?”

MONKEESSSSSS I’VE BEEN HYPERFIXING ON THE MONKEES FOR NEARLY A YEAR NOW I JUST LOVE THOSE FOUR DUMBASSES ESPECIALLY THE SHORT ONE THAT TALKS FUNNY

“48) What’s your sexual orientation?”

i’m a girl! born a girl and i have stayed a girl since. wild

“49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?”

not that i know of sjhskdksl is that a good thing??

“50) Do you believe in magic?”

perhaps it’s out there and someone’s just keeping it to themselves WHICH WOULD SUCK BC GIVE ME SOME MAGIC YOU FUCK

“51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?”

i forgive but never forget

“52) What is your astrological sign?”

since i was born on november 8th i’d be a scorpio!

“53) Do you save money or spend it?”

i’m terrible at saving money but i’m a wiz at spending it

“54) What’s the last thing you purchased?”

my monkees shirt! i love that thing even tho it was 90 dollars on etsy but lemme tell ya it’s 90 dollars well spent

“55) Love or lust?”

love !!!!!!!!!!

“56) In a relationship?”

in my daydream universe i’m the lovely intelligent wife of davy jones but in reality i’m a lonely bitch skjfhdsjflsj;fdkk

“57) How many relationships have you had?”

i had a boyfriend for a week in kindergarten but only because he recognized me from sunday school and i’ve never had a relationship since

“58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?”

no and i can’t believe people can do that but some people can’t like HUH

“59) Where were you yesterday?”

i wasn’t anywhere near the crime scene officer i swear

“60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?”

on my desk next to my coaster is my pink rubber bracelet with a peter tork quote on it! and that’s not very far away so it counts!

“61) Are you wearing socks right now?”

the only time i’m not wearing socks is when i’m in the shower so yes

“62) What’s your favorite animal?”

the red panda !!!! i love those funky little dudes !!!!!!!

“63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?”

i really would not know my dude i mean just being myself i guess?? bold of you to assume people like me

“64) Where is your best friend?”

probably at their house being the greatest best friend ever

“65) Spit or swallow?(;”

i think when you’re brushing your teeth you literally have to spit you can’t just swallow that shit what the fuck if i find someone who does that i’ll ascend

“66) What is your heritage?”

i don’t really know! i mean i’m about as white as a piece of paper so

“67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?”

i told you before officer i wasn’t out doing illegal actions ((nah but seriously i was watching youtube i think))

“68) What do you think is Satan’s last name?”

bofa

“69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?”

honestly i never remember where my bus stop is i always just look out the window and see my house and i’m like oh shit time to skidaddle so i mostly rely on the bus driver for that. thanks bus driver

((yeah))

“70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?”

i think being friends with me would be alright maybe!

“71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?”

man fuck that guy i’m saving that fuckin dog then i’ll just show up with the dog and everyone will think it’s so cute that i won’t get fired. problem solved!

“72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?”

i guess everyone would already know but i’d finish everything i’d need to like writing projects and stuff, i’d make sure i’d do everything i need to before i had to die

“73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love.”

where there’s trust there’s love so trust!

“74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?”

looking for the good times by the monkees never fails to make me smile! i just love davy a lot

“75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?”

7644!

“76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?”

a good relationship starts with a good friendship yknow. you have to be able to love and appreciate the person you’re with and accept them the way they are and not try to change them too much. and it also sorta all relies on trust. if you can trust who you’re with, you’re good to go. and if you feel like you’re unable to call them out when they do wrong or if they do/say something really bad and you just let it slide then that’s not good in a relationship i’d say

“77) How can I win your heart?”

be nice

“78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?”

maybe just a small, small amount but not a lot

“79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?”

deciding to listen to the monkees tbh bc !!! i love em !!!! have i mentioned this !!!!

“80) What size shoes do you wear?”

like size 11 or somethin like that

“81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?”

“bury me shallow because i’ll be back”

“82) What is your favorite word?”

my favorite word would probably be “lovely” bc it’s so fuckin !! good !!!!!!!

“83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.”

i always hear the word in davy’s voice and the way he says it LKDSLSKS he goes “h a h t” it’s cute

“84) What is a saying you say a lot?”

“it be like that sometimes”

“85) What’s the last song you listened to?”

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears! listening to it as i answer this actually

“86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?”

blue! really any shade of blue but especially light blue!

“87) What is your current desktop picture?”

i’ve said monkees too many times in this post but. them

“88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?”

the president bc he sucks

“89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?”

if someone outside of the internet asked if i were gay i think i’d be a little scared to answer bc yknow my whole family is homophobic and all that and sometimes you never can tell who is and who isn’t

“90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?”

introduce myself bc even if i’m scared i’m not about to be impolite

“91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?”

time travel !!!! they call me TIME TRAVELING PRODUCE AISLE

“92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?”

maybe a half hour of my first concert! it was a blast

“93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?”

developing depression

“94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?”

DAVY FUCKIN JONES but would we still see eachother afterwards is the question

“95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?”

manchester, england !!!!!!! i really want to go and i actually kinda wanna move there someday

“96) Do you have any relatives in jail?”

not that i know of i sure hope not lmao

“97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?”

once a long time ago

“98) Ever been on a plane?”

never bc my mom is super scared of heights and scared of planes and tbh i kinda don’t really like planes i prefer boats

“99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?”

i’d say listen to papa gene’s blues by the monkees and listen to mike nesmith go “yeeeeeehawwwww !!!!!!”

this took me an hour thanks anon

#oh boy #t0m0kii talks #long post

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armadil-lo · 5 years

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@miss-ingno tagged me in this a few days ago and I finally had some free time tonight to sit down and write it up heh - thank you, love! <3

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes, actually! My mum named me after her favourite actress, Lauren Bacall haha!

2. when was the last time you cried?

Ah, that would be earlier today, because I slept in after a nap and was late for work and had a mini panic attack when I woke up and then broke down crying when I showed up half an hour late :)

3. do you have kids?

No, but I definitely want to when I’m older!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Depends who I’m with tbh? I’d lean more towards saying yes, but not so much with my online friends bc tone doesn’t translate well over text lol

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their.. face? Or maybe hair? Idk, I think this differs person to person honestly.

6. what’s your eye colour?

Brownnn

7. scary movie or happy ending?

HAPPY ENDING (but it’s sweeter if there was some angst along the way >.>)

8. any special talents?

I mean. I wouldn’t say special talents..? Writing is probably the thing I am best at if I had to say something.

9. where were you born?

North Shore, Auckland :P

10. what are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, playing video games, sleeping, watching netflix/youtube, hanging out with my friends, scrolling through tumblr.. I also used to be fond of swimming and baking though I don’t do either nearly enough nowadays.

11. do you have any pets?

Not with me where I live currently, as my kitty Fleur stayed behind up in Auckland when I moved for uni last year. She’s still the family member I miss the most :(

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

Netball was the main one, though I also did swimming lessons until I was about 13. I wasn’t that great at netball tbh, and I quit when I was 15 to focus on my academics. I did also dabble a little bit in badminton from time to time ^.^

13. how tall are you?

5′6″ last I checked!

14. favorite subject in school?

Probably a tie between English and Drama, but for different reasons. English because it’s my passion and I was good at it and enjoyed it, and Drama because of the people honestly. We had a really awesome Drama teacher at my high school and I got along well with all of the other students too. Drama was something I did mostly for fun, but I’d like to say I’m an alright actor too haha.

15. dream job?

Being able to stay home and just write and draw and make youtube videos all completely on my own terms. But get paid for it lol.

I am going to tag~ @neglected-space @stuckinlibrary @flopteen @dimplesandcurlsss and @sabribsarts if you guys would like to do this <3

#me stuff #tagged

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werewolfwilds · 6 years

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i redid an ask meme that i had originally done ~3 years ago to see the comparison so for archiving purposes im putting it in a lil journal entry here ! i wanna start doing small journal entries again it was fun when i did that

new answers bolded

1) what images do you have set for your desktop/cell phone wallpapers?

my desktop bg is literally just…. a collage of kageyama manga screencaps a h a,,,, and my cellphone bg are drawings some gay drew me like 74724 years ago :v // my desktop rn is actually a background from one of the dmmd routes LMFAO..... idk which one it is but i’ve always liked those bg pics!! my cell lock screen is p5 art and my bg is leopika

2) have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

nooooope // nah

3) what was your last text message?

my phone is dead so i wouldnt be able to tell you lmfao i dont even remember // it was a gif from kelly lol

4) what do you see yourself doing in 10 years?

hopefully working a job i enjoy and making costumes and being happy!! // god i have no idea and it freaks me out... hopefully working,,

5) if you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?

hoommee ((or at katsucon tbh)) // at the beach with friends maybe

6) what was your coolest halloween costume?

a white cat probably lmao // i dont think ive ever had a particularly exciting halloween costume but one year i was sharpay from high school musical and i think i peaked then tbh

7) what was your favorite 90s show?

uhhhh….. i didnt really… start watching tv until like… the 2000′s so i really cant tell you man lol // spongebob started in 1999 does that coUNT,

8) who was your last kiss?

(answer redacted) // :/ someone should kiss me so i can change this answer lmao

9) have you ever been stood up?

nope // nah

10) favorite ice cream flavor?

vanilla w/ vanilla oreos ok u need to underst a n d // this hasn’t changed i haven’t had this particular ice cream in a long time but i still stand by it

11) have you been to las vegas?

nahh // nope

12) your favorite pair of shoes?

idk i have these black ones i wear everywhere lol // i have a pair of white sneakers that i refuse to stop wearing now

13) honestly, have you ever cheated on your significant other?

i wouldnt even consider it. // no bc i’m not a piece of shit lmao?

14) what is your favorite fruit?

hmmm…. pineapple orrr…. strawberries but only if they’re the really good kind like they have to be perfect // pineapple!!

15) have you talked to anyone on tumblr that you could see yourself dating/having sex with? if possible?

….. ye s… yes. // in the past apparently so but thinking about it now nah lol

16) are you into hookups? short or long term relationships?

hookups arent my thing eh i prefer long term relationships altho i cant really say ive been in a “long” term relationship pffff // i don’t think hookups will ever be my thing, emotionally long term relationships are what i’m here for but i’m also a Very Impulsive Person so i cant tell you if this will stay a fact :’)

17) do you smoke? if so, what?

nope dont wanna // no thanks

18) what do you do to get over your anger?

usually talk to people or shout into word // i have to vent about it to someone probably a thousand times even months or years after it happens tbh

19) do you believe in god?

nahh // nah

20) does the person you’re in love with know it?

i aint in love with anyone rn so no? // i’m not in love with anyone.

21) favorite position?

………….. for w hat………. // oh honey lmfao... N/A

22) what’s your horoscope sign?

virgo/ox ovob // Virgo/sun, Aries/moon, Libra/rising and Cancer/midheaven

23) your fears?

literally everything i already named a few so ill name some others… ghh anything in… the ocean or lakes and stuff frightens me and i really dont know why bu tlike…. fish and crabs and jellyfish and seaweed cuz it’s evil and stu f f basically anything that’s not a mammal or turtles or penguins…. lo l im a baby // uncertainty is a big fear of mine and also people being mad at me lmao... as far as physical fears though i have debilitating fears of almost all insects/arachnids and lobsters/shrimp/crawfish :^)))))

24) how many pets do you have? what kind?

two cats and a dog!! // one cat one dog

25) what never fails to turn you on?

i dunno,,/////// // lol neck biting/kissing oof

26) your idea of a perfect first date?

im okay with mostly anything i just really like spending time with the person ; v ; // i’ve never really had an answer for this? thinking about dates has always made me so anxious for whatever reason but i’ll be happy to just spend time with them doing whatever honestly, i’m a super indecisive person aha

27) what is something most people don’t know about you?

i dont really know tbh lmfao // i’ve considered in the past looking into mental conditions (anxiety/bpd/etc) to see if i might have one or two but i never want to say anything about it because i don’t want to self-diagnose anything.

28) what makes you feel the happiest?

nice weather and nice conversations w/ best people u//v//u // nice weather and hanging out with people who are fun and easy to talk to

29) what store do you shop at most often?

does….. arda wigs count or… // does arda wigs still count bc mood lmao but truthfully now it’s probably target

30) how do you feel about oral? giving and/or receiving?

kkdkjsfkjkjfj??fsfj/// go for i t??? i have no problems with i t??? i dont think ill ever be willing to put a dick in my mouth though // these random sexual questions thrown in here are something aren’t they lmao. not going to disclose much but i will stand by the fact that i will not put a dick in my mouth lo l

31) do you believe in karma?

sometimes ye // i believe that people will eventually get what’s coming to them but i don’t believe in karma as a solid concept if that makes sense? like i don’t think it’s guaranteed

32) are you single?

yup yup // yeah it’s been wild lmao

33) do you think flowers or candy are a better way to apologize?

i think being sincere is the best way to apologize– if you truly mean it the person will know. you dont need to buy your forgiveness. // the best way to apologize is just to apologize sincerely and change your behavior if it’s applicable.

34) are you a good swimmer?

ehh??? im ok i guess– i took swimming lessons as a kid but i havent done legit swimming ever since then lmao,, ive always been best at the backstroke tho yea // i mean i have the ability to swim but i’m not olympic-worthy or anything lmao

35) coffee or tea?

ehhh im not big on either tbh // chocolate milk and you can fight me

36) online shopping or shopping in person?

depends what your shopping for i guess?? online is more relaxed i guess // online probably because shopping in person Gives Me Anxiety

37) would you rather be older or younger than your current age?

ehhh im happy where i am tbh // older

38) cats or dogs?

do not make me choose // cats and dogs* there i fixed it for you

39) are you a competitive person?

ahaa,,,,, oh god yeah,, // OOF yeah

40) do you believe in aliens?

i believe there’s life on other planets somewhere?? so i guess?? // i believe in aliens in the sense that there’s no way we are the only living life forms in the universe but not in the science-fiction way you feel me

41) do you like dancing?

i do but i suck at it lmao // i do but i: A- suck, and B- have no stamina

42) what kind of music to you listen to?

nearly everything tbh // i’m not picky when it comes to music but imma be real w u. almost all of the music on my phone is kpop. seventeen is my favorite group along with astro, and i also enjoy super junior, shinee, red velvet, etc among so many others,,, im pretty wide spread !

43) what is your favorite cartoon character?

i will never be able to pick just one // i’ll literally never be able to answer this

44) where are you from?

philadelphia uvu // philly!

45) eat at home or eat out?

hmmm at home. // at home

46) how much more social are you when you’re drunk?

i never plan on being drunk tyvm // i’ve never consumed alcohol in my life and to be Quite Fucking Honest i want nothing to do with it

47) what was the last thing you bought for yourself?

bracelets ! ; u ; // uh... excluding food and music... earrings i think

48) why do you think your followers follow you?

uhhhhhhh lmfao i have no idea i think… a good amount are for my cosplays at least?? or id like to think so lmfao but i really dont know pfft // my followers have just accumulated and hung around over the years... i know i gained a good amount from my snk days as arlert-the-troops and then through my haikyuu phase, whether it was for my cosplay or other posts that i made... whenever someone follows me now im not entirely sure what its for but i appreciate everyone who’s stuck around!

49) how many hours do you sleep at night?

it’s never regular man // 6-9 (lol) hours is pretty normal for me

50) what worries you most about the future?

everything tbh // the future as a concept worries me lol

#useless shouting #journal crap #sorry for so many personal posts lately ive been having fun with them lmfao

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still-g00denough · 7 years

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Close the Door

You bet your ass I wrote a fic about Hopper catching Mike and El kissing.

Mike x Eleven

2026 Words

It’s just a lot of fluff bc they are fluffy love muffins ft. Dad™ Hopper

September 5th, 1985

The bell thundered down the hallway as they stepped thru the double doors. “Just be normal. Like we practice,” Mike said to her. “You’re gonna do fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

As the group of six walked into their first class they immediately took their regular, upfront and center, seats. Eleven sat timidly in the desk next to Mike. Dustin dropped his bag carelessly on the other desk next to Eleven. “Hey El,” he whispered, “you ready?”

She laid her new notebook on her desk carefully, lining her sharpened pencil next to it parallel. “Ready,” she said, looking at Dustin with a genuine smile. She had been doing that alot the last few months, smiling. Mike said she looked beautiful when she smiled, so she smiled a lot around him, just to here him say it to her again.

It was calm now. After the Snow Ball they had gone back to their normal lives. El lived with Hopper still, she could walk outside now and go to Will’s house where Mrs. Byers would watch the kids with a careful eye. The summer flew by them. They went swimming, watched movies, played D&D; it was everything they wanted from a 3 month summer break. It was even better with El and Max with them.

“Jane Hopper.” The teacher looked at the classroom of fidgeting teenagers, looking for the girl called Jane.

“Say here,” Mike whispered to her.

El took a shaky breath and followed his advice, “Here.”

“Hopper,” said the teacher, “Any relation with Chief Hopper?” she asked.

They had been over her cover a hundred times before today. She repeated the monologue in her head until it became a mantra. I’m Jane Hopper. I’m 14 years old. I’m from Florida. Chief Hopper is my Uncle. I’m living with him while my parents travel. It was simple enough. Most people wouldn’t ask questions after the first week. At least, that’s what Mike had said.

“What was that?” the teacher asked her.

“Oh, um, yes. He is my uncle,” she said just loud enough for her to hear.

The teacher looked at her kindly, “Well that’s nice. Welcome to Hawkins, you’ll love it here.”

They day went on like that. The group would shuffle class to class, their schedules arranged so they were together all day, at the request of the Police Chief. Teachers would call roll, notice the name “Jane Hopper”, ask a quick question, then move on. She got better at responding by the last class. Her voice loud enough that the teachers didn’t have to lean in anymore.

Eleven decided that she liked school. She was interested in class. Her friends were with her. And Mike was always close. She liked that Mike was close. He made her feel safe outside.

Mike always made her feel safe. He helped her learn how to read and do math. He taught her the history and science lessons she would be expected to know as an 8th grader. It was a lot of information to take in, but Mike helped her. So did Lucas, and Dustin, and Will, and Max. They all helped her learn.

Over the summer she decided that she liked Max. She refused to acknowledge her at first, but since she and Lucas started to date, Eleven started to like Max more. Max taught her things that the boys couldn’t. Like how to do makeup and ride a skateboard. They would go shopping with the party but always ended up together in a dress store corner. Eleven loved the boys, but her time with Mrs. Byers and Max, what she later learned to call Girl Time, was also fun.

February 23rd, 1986

A 3 page essay on a book of their choosing. Great.

Mike and El (yes, Mike still called her El) had fallen into a happy cycle of events. On Thursdays they would go to the small shed that Chief Hopper cleaned up for El. It took months of trust building and hours of negotiating on El’s part to get Hopper to leave them alone. There was two rules. That they actually do something productive and that they tell him when they were there. It wasn’t until El had promised not to stay at the small cabin past dark that Hopper finally said yes.

So they sat on the bed in the small cabin with their small mound of snacks piled near the pillows. They both had small books with them, along with 3 pieces of paper and a pencil. Their plan was to start their books and write at least half a page. The essay wasn’t due for two weeks. Just a little work everyday would get it done in no time.

But their plans normally didn’t work out so well. At least the ones where they did homework. They would get caught up in movies or tv shows, listening to music, making waffles. And when hey actually did get to opening their books it just became more of a challenge. Mike knew that El was doing a really good job at learning and trying to keep up with everyone academically, but she was still behind. She would get confused when the numbers got too big in math, or wouldn’t know what a word meant in a book. Mike didn’t mind helping her, plus he got to tease her for it sometimes. Like the time she didn’t know what secret stash of magazines she found in the basement meant. Mike had a hard time explaining that, but it was just funny to them now.

So they opened their books, ready to get something done. Mike read silently, the only sound was the pages turning rhythmically every minute or so. El stared at the words, she found that skipping over words she didn’t know was easier than asking Mike what they meant all the time.

Mike began writing a few sentences on his lined paper, his scribbled writing just straight enough to be legible. He looked at El, who was blankly staring at the pages.

“Need some help?” he asked, the first noise she heard in nearly 20 minutes.

She looked up at him then to his pile of work. He was nearly a quarter page in, his words bouncing from one to another. “I’m fine,” she insisted.

“Are you sure, you know I don’t mind helping you understand,” Mike told her.

El stacked her book and papers together and moved them to the table. “Music,” she said.

Mike had gotten used to these one word gestures now. When she talked like that it normally sounded like cold demands. But Mike knew better. It was just her normal way of speaking when they were alone. When she was in larger groups he could see the way she thought about every word that she spoke. So when they were alone, she reverted back to her simple vocabulary. She spoke quietly but with emotion.

Mike got up and walked to the record player in the other room. El followed him and watched as he fingered thru the vinyls until stopping on the one he knew she liked. “Every Breath You Take” by The Police. Mike began playing the song, just like he’s done a hundred times. He slid toward her in short zig-zag steps along with the beat. El laughed, they had done this a hundred times.

He would walk up to her.

“Do you wanna dance?” he asked with a grin.

“I don’t know how,” she responded, holding in a laugh.

“We can figure it out,” he said as he took her hand.

“Together” they said in unison, just like they did every time.

They danced across the room, the music echoing thru the small rooms. It was a dance they’ve done before. It always started in the main room, where they danced around the sofa and table. Their hands locked together as they swayed thru the room to the music. The beat kept them moving together, until they would end back to the bed, just like always.

They laughed as they dramatically danced in the room. Mike bouncing on the bed and Eleven climbing up to join him as the chorus started. Mike belched the chorus out, making El laugh as she watched him make a fool of himself for her. As the song wound down and the echos quieted to nothing they both sat on the end of the bed and laughed.

Mike loved they way El laughed. She had learned how to laugh with him. It was a gift he gave to her. And she gave that gift back every time that precious sound escaped.

El was still in a fit of giggles, only glaring at Mike in between her fits. He glanced at her in that way that made her stop everything.

They had matured a lot in the past months. Holding hands was easy, hugs were even easier. They were just like any other young couple. Awkward in a way that made moms squeal saying how cute they were together.

But kissing. That was something they were still figuring out. They didn’t do it often. Only when they were in that moment together. And every kiss was different, but the same. It was a peck followed by a smile and happy silence. Sometimes they would kiss twice, but that’s only happened a few times.

Mike made the first move, just like he always did. Their heads tilted and lips meet and departed within seconds. Mike’s hand was on top of El’s, their fingers curling towards each other. Mike looked at El her face held the smallest grin that expressed the happiest feeling. Suddenly El was leaning in again. El never led. It was always Mike who kissed her, not the other way around. But their lips meet again and they stayed together just a little longer than the last time.

“Wow.” Mike’s cheeks had flushed red but he wasn’t embarrassed, not with her.

“Wow,” El agreed.

El leaned in again, and this time Mike was ready. He moved his lips and El did the same. It was still a children’s kiss. Still innocent, still naive. But it was more to the two of them. It was the start to something just a bit less innocent.

Mike was leaning in again, high off this new type of kiss. His lips brushed her again and they moved just a little more. His hand held her hip and her hands were loosely around his neck, as if they were still dancing.

“Hey kiddo, I was wondering if you and Mike wanted to…” Chief of Police, Jim Hopper stood in the doorway. He was obviously upset, but not angry. No, he wasn’t angry. It was more of an embarrassed, shocked look.

Mike jumped back, going into the air as he tried to move away from El as fast as he could. “Hi Chief, we were just…” Mike wasn’t able to finish his sentence. The door slammed shut on Hopper.

“Hey! Kid! Let me in, now!” Hopper yelled from outside.

There was an audible click as the lock closed him out. Mike looked at Eleven, there was just the tiniest drop of blood under her left nostril.

“Nope. This is not okay! Jane, you let me in now! Right now,” Hopper demanded.

Mike still sat on the bed, horrified that they had just been walked in on by the Chief of Police and El’s dad. Mike was already preparing for the following weeks of being stared down and supervised by a man double his size.

“No,” El said. Loud enough for Hopper to hear. “Not dark yet. Still time,” she continued.

Hopper, knowing he was never going to win this fight, laughed. “Fine. Mike?”

Mike squealed at his name, “Yes sir?”

“You better be a gentleman, you hear?” The poor boy couldn’t see, but the officer had the biggest grin over his face.

“Yes sir… absolutely,” Mike said, his voice cracking.

“Hey kid?” he said, his tone dropping to a kind gentleness. There was a long pause. Hopper took it as an approval to speak. “Just close the door next time, alright?”

#eleven #mike wheeler #mike and eleven #mileven #stranger things #Stranger Things 2 #jim hopper #jane ives #jane hopper #nadogirl18writes

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