[In early May 1967, w]hile the Redlands trio [Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Robert Fraser] awaited trial, DS [Norman] Pilcher raided Brian Jones’s London flat, busting him and his friend Prince Stanislas Klossowski de Rola, the extravagantly named son of the French painter Balthus. Brian and Prince Stash, as he was known for short, were taken down to Kensington Police Station in a blaze of publicity and charged with possession of cocaine and cannabis, Jones charged additionally with possession of cocaine and methedrine. They went from the police station to the new high-rise Hilton Hotel on Park Lane, where the Stones’ new American manager Allen Klein was staying, but the hotel management made it clear that Jones and de Rola were not welcome, which is when Prince Stash took a call from Paul McCartney, whom he knew slightly. Prince Stash explained to Paul that he and Brian couldn’t stay at the Hilton, and couldn’t go back to Brian’s flat because of the press. Brian had other places he could go, but Stash, a foreigner, didn’t know what to do. ‘I’m sending my car and driver right now. You’re packing your bags and moving into my house, and if they want to bust you again they’ll have to bust me as well,’ Paul said. So Prince Stash joined Paul and Dudley at Cavendish Avenue, running movies on Paul’s 16mm projector, taking drugs and entertaining what Stash describes as harems of girls, including a [woman] named Iggy [Evelyn Rose], while Beatles fans camped outside, periodically bursting in through the gates ‘like sort of cattle breaking through a fence’. They’d steal Paul’s laundry and empty his ashtrays—‘Did he smoke this?’—before being ejected.

[—from Fab: An Intimate Life of Paul McCartney, Howard Sounes]

fr didnt go as i expected it sounded like a group of friends just chatting shit and gossiping 😭

Got any bad sanses x reader headcanons??? (Mainly with Nightmare, Error, Killer, Horror, and Dust) I love them all so picking one is hard….is it ok to ask for a possible poly relationship because everyone crushes on Y/N? And they are easily flustered cause they love them all.

bad guys poly!!! bad guys poly!!!! bad guys poly!!!! bad guys poly!!!!!! YEAAAA!!!!!

loosely the part one to the wedding headcanons

so you're like the most protect person in the entire multiverse

also maybe feared??? how'd you get these evil murder men to just follow your every whim???

nah because these mfs will literally do anything for you. A N Y T H I N G. i mean they literally already kill people so they can and will kill someone for you if you wanted.

aero would most likely be the one you started dating first. he caught a glimpse of you once on a mission and thought you were pretty/handsome/attractive/whatever you prefer and was like "woo mama i need to meet that person" and then showed up in your house one time KSNKSC

"i don't remember taking my halloween decorations out??" "awww you think i'm a decoration? am i really pretty enough to be a decoration??" "AHHHH IT TALKS"

and then you threw something at him. he dodged and you two just stared at each other for a few minutes after BAHAHAH

from then it was pretty common to come home to him eating half the junk food in your pantry, legs kicked up and watching whatever trash tv is on. your house is a mess. your life may or may not be in shambles. you don't like him very much.

but he grows on you!

one day he asks you out and at this point you were ACTUALLY starting to like him so you agree to date him

he wanted to try to keep you a secret but he has a big mouth and wanted to gush about you so he accidentally let slip once that he had a partner and everyone was like "oh?????? aero had a partner????? who is it????" because he NEVER gets serious about anyone ever so this is a big deal

and then he's like "hey babe wanna meet my family that's actually other versions of me" and fed up with his shit you say "you're insane" and then he and four others pop by your house and you're like "maybe you're not insane" BAHAHBANSNXK

look at you now you not only have ONE criminally insane skeleton friend but you have FIVE of them!!

eventually you start dating all of them somehow. why would you wanna date these insane little men??? dw i do too they're so silly

some took longer than others (delusion took the longest while pisces took the least amount of time) to get into a relationship with. but not being in a relationship never stopped you from flirting with them <3333

delusion would get the most flustered any time you would flirt with him. aero likes to flirt back and it's real hard to truly fluster him, but sometimes when you're being truly sentimental he'll get all blushy and shy <33 true feelings really get to him :O) don't let him know i told you

sometimes there are spouts of jealousy. despite his distant behaviour, vendetta does like when you hang out with him and he noticed when you hang out with him less than the others. just make sure to spend equal time with your boys <33 it won't totally stop the jealousy but it will certainly help

they are all super possessive of you. like, sometimes frighteningly so. you can't go out anywhere without one of them, and the entire time they'll be GLARING at anyone that even looks at you.

they are all very different lovers so what you can't get from one of them, you may get from another

pisces would be more-so the "gentle lover" out of the five. cuddles and purrs while the two of you lay in bed watching a movie and snacking. he's always making sure you're well-fed and taking care of yourself. he tells you he loves you a lot

grimm likes to treat you like royalty. he likes to spoil you, show you how much you're worth to him through possessions. of course, he can never truly show you just how much you mean to him solely through material gifts, but it's still nice to be pampered. plus your closet is fucking awesome. he sparsely says "i love you", but when he does, he says it with absolute adoration

aero leaves you with quick kisses, fleeting touches and hitched breath. he was the first of the five to get into a relationship with you, and he likes to hold that above everyone's heads. he likes to play tricks on you, but they're never terribly mean, and he always makes it up to you. he only ever says "i love you" when it's just the two of you, when you're alone and focused solely on each other.

vendetta likes to be alone, but he likes you even more than that. if he's having a particularity bad day, he'll search you out and whisk you away. you calm the erraticness of his fucked up soul. he's always been rather shy in public affections, but he won't hesitate to tell you that he loves you no matter who's around.

delusion is an odd one to date. he is very distant, both physically and emotionally. yet, he's entirely devoted to you. he'd burn worlds just to show his love for you. he, like grimm, will shower you in gifts, but his are always handmade. sentimental. he's only ever said "i love you" once. it slipped out once when you did something stupid. he got flustered and you didn't see him for a good few days after that.

Hazbin Hotel Episode 7 blind blogging.

spoilers and whatnot.

BITCH YOU WERE HARMED!!! What? Vaggie saying that she didn't know angels could be harmed is insane. Maybe the thing that harmed you was used to kill that angel, how was that not an idea that popped into their heads? I didn't have much to say until 4 and a half minutes in cuz it was mostly the clip that was already released. I was thinking about not even doing this until Charlie and Vaggie started talking about what to do about the angels. Working back a bit cuz I guess I'm doing this now. Pen petting the cat was cute. It's odd that none of the other hotel gang have questions about Vaggie being an angel. Like, she was down there killing sinners. For them to be alright with her, while Charlie, the one who is forgiving to an actual fault, is the one with the problem is odd. Yeah, they're girlfriends, but Vaggie's reasoning is 100% something Charlie would roll over and accept no questions asked.

Anyway, I’ll add it hear, cuz why not, but like why isn’t Angel more invested in the redemption plan. Earlier in the season at least. Cuz proof or not, that would be the best way for him to get away from Val.

He’s only at the hotel so he doesn’t have to live with him, but if Angel could get into heaven, then that’s it. Now, knowing that no one knows how to actually get into heaven (if the hotel gang even know that yet), it makes sense that he’s not enthusiastic. But if not, then he should be a pushy about it as Charlie.

Okay back to the episode in progress.

Alastor's image in the window was a neat shot, loved that. Very curious to see what he wants Charlie to do for him.

Charlie never being to cannibal town kinda bothers me. Like she wants to redeem sinners, but she clearly doesn’t know much about them. As the princess of hell, she should at least care enough to know something like what region is the least violent or vaguely peaceful.

More children in hell, this continues to bother me. Also, I’m not found of Rosie’s voice. It isn’t bad, it just doesn’t seem to fit her.

How does not one know what Hell’s royalty look like? Like what is the point of the Morningstar’s being referred to as royals if it means nothing? They might as well be know as the oldest family in hell, it would have the same weight.

Carmilla, my girl is back on screen. And she proves my point. Being a princess of hell is not a title with any weight or power. Also, bold of Vaggie to thing she wasn’t going to get jumped the second she stepped outside.

My girl’s point out the facts, Charlie’s actions have only made things worse. Susan is me whenever Carmilla isn’t on screen.

Lol Charlie finally snapped.

First, Carmilla with her hair down, love that. Second, ITS AN ANGELIC SPEAR!?!? No one else caught that!?!? REally?

Vaggie swings around and angelic weapon and not only did she not think someone would notice, no one fucking noticed!

How did Vaggie not know that she could be harmed? Don’t the angels go through training or something, or is it whoever wants to be on the murder squad gets to go? What is the logic in this?

(monotone) oh wow I was right angelic weapons harm angels.

These characters are so stupid i hope heaven wins.

Not to doubt my girl, but how does Carmilla know this much about angels? It’s implied that none of them have been hurt or killed before, but she’s talking like she’d been doing this for a while.

Also, what is the point of Vaggie being an angel is she knows literal nothing about them and has to be taught how to fight against them.

I’m sorry, but no. The angels leave their spears lying around and NO ONE has ever taken one and tried to use it against them in self defense and succeed, ever? I refuse to believe that. The exterminations happen every year, not one ever had the idea to fight back using the angels own spears. In an environment were killing and fighting is the norm. Bullshit.

Song #1

An overlord of hell singing about how fighting for love is the key is kind of…off.

Her wings came back? Why? Because of love…does that mean she just didn’t love Charlie enough?

The song is flat and kinda boring. Visuals are alright, a lot of jumping around. But Carmilla’s on screen and I’m a simple critter, so 4/10 i guess.

Charlie just coming out and telling someone she just met that Vaggie is an angels feels dangerous. Like these guys have been killing sinners forever, like, people finding out should put a huge target on Vaggie’s back.

(Deep inhale) the song has not started yet, BUT if Charlie’s singing explanation works this time and the only reason it hasn’t in the past is because she’s been doing it to the wrong crowd, im going to loose it.

No, the problem wasn’t that she was delusional and didn’t thing her plan all the way through, its just she wasn’t doing it to the right sinners /s

Charlies problem of singing her way through things is going to be linked with Lilith isn’t it?

Song #2

Destiny did not pick her for anything. The problem she, and the rest of hell, is facing is caused by her direct actions. That’s not destiny, that’s cleaning your own mess.

The cannibals weren’t convinced by her singing, they just want to eat the angels. A think Alastor tells them. Why is charlie even here? He could have walked up that gazebo and asked if they wanted to try angel meat, they would have agreed and he’d be like cool but you have to fight for it. Like what?

Charlie is put off by the cannibal town wanting to murder, where does she think she is? Why does she think she’s recruiting them? They angels aren’t going to go away after a bit of push back, death is going to happen.

Her naivete is leaning towards stupid, she has not idea about anything.

She singing like she’s a leader, so are rosie and alastor, but they crowd isn’t even excited about defending hell or seeing new places, or whatever charlie is trying to say. They want angel flesh, that’s it. Charlie isn’t a leader her, she’s just a messenger for an idea that isn’t her’s. The hotel and hell being defended would just be a byproduct of the cannibals killing enough angel for their own goals.

And suddenly everyone is singing together about fight heaven for no reason.

She’s not going to question the wings at all? After all that moping and complain? No one in the crowd is going to react to an angel after just singing about killing them? Cool

Charlie and Vaggie aren’t going to talk things out at all?

Ending thoughts:

This episode (season) felt rushed. Not time to sit on anything. Not Vaggie being an angel. Not charlie or anyone prepossessing that. Not charlie finally convincing a larger group of people on her side, nothing.

These episodes needed to be twice as long or have twice as many at least. Nothing has saying power.

Besides defending all of hell, there’s isn’t any reason why the hotel gang couldn’t just evacuate the building and stay somewhere else if they were that sure angels couldn’t be stopped. They could have stayed with lucifer for a day, I doubt the angel bother him.

None of the accomplishments in the episode felt earned. Alastor gave charlie all the answers. Vaggie had to learn about the weaknesses of angels despite being one. She’s only been down there for three years, so it isn’t like she forgot overtime.

Neither of the songs were that good. Overall this is probably the worst episode for me.

enhypen comeback reading

( disclaimer: please do remember to take my readings with a grain of salt. i am in no way a professional tarot reader and all of this are alleged and is for entertainment purposes only. )

comeback sucess domestically

three of cups rx - the hanged man rx - queen of wands

wow i didnt really expect this to be honest haha but nevermind. this comeback might have give mixed feelings to their home country. (this is random but i think they should be beware with scandals or like issues in general..?) as youll see after, ive mentioned below about their theme being something new again; a type of song new to kpop (bighit loves experimenting sm lol), so this could give up a mixed feeling to koreans as theyre not used to this type of song, i think? maybe? they’re really gonne be indecisive with what they’ll feel about this. however with the queen of wands — which is a positive card, we’ll definitely see an improvement with their success domestically! not that big though which is unfortunate, however we could definitely see a difference between the last comeback and now on.

though there will have both feelings regarding their comeback i could definitely see the positive outcome exceeding more. most will feel positive about this which will lead to sucess. they could get music show wins? im not really seeing it as a comeback that’ll do really big domestically but itll earn sucess. not as much as they’ll be internationally but like yall get it.

comeback sucess internationally

PoP.. YEAH theyll get that bag lol this comeback could really make them gain new opportunities and establish a name inside kpop where its only specifically for them. definitely not just gain money but more fans as well. im just wary of the devil because this card usually leads to no good. there might have tendencies they’ll get to sabotage themselves in the long run or for this upcoming season of their comeback (issues incoming) so they should be careful and not be careless just because they already established a name. its best to be cautious.

and it seems like its likely that enhypen are really expecting more and higher sucess too with this upcoming comeback and will just become disappointed with the outcome in the end because they expected more… however this is all honestly in ther head :) it’ll really bring more sucess and opportunities to them! they just expect high outcome most of the time which is not technically a bad thing but 😁 (they’re really driven people and craves for sucess.)

comeback theme/concept

seven of swords rx - ace of swords - three of wands rx

for their theme, first thing that really came to my mind as i pulled the cards was out of the three cards i pulled — 2 of them suits was the sword, which is connected to the air element which usually associates with masculinity, which is actually an obvious fact now that their comeback correlates with masculinity lol however with the 7oSr and AoS, their theme for this comeback could be seen from the fans pov as something fresh? new? (another experiment song maybe?) song or like its instrumental could be something that isn’t really heard inside kpop honestly. Now focusing on AoS and 3oWr, for AoS — royalty? mountains? ocean? i can see a crown included? and of course a sword! :) which was already shown in the concept trailer.

(im not good with knowing keywords so please bear with me 😭 not an english speaker too so this is a bit hard lmao back to the reading) for 3oWr, chaos.. rebelions.. im seeing past? something like that and tbh im seeing overseas too which was already shown as they filmed scenes outside korea. and maybe the theme is even something traditional?

keywords: recklessness. rebelliousness? (their concept have always been something about being rebel like) nature. royalty. i can see a crown. swords. fighting. battle between mind and what you truly desire type of concept. conflicts. something about emotions that is usually associated with fire. (madness, insanity, destruction) tradition. sorrowness. castles. nature. mountains. lakes. reminiscing. beginning. leaves? branches?

note: this is really rushed as i still have tons of tasks to do so please bear with me if there are grammatical errors or things u might have not understand in general.

[reading was done at May 2, 2023.]

(brings microphone to your face) tell us abt ur au!!!! whatever you're willing to share, i love hearing abt wips.

OOHOOHOO OK!! so i have talked abt this before but i don’t think i have a tag for it however im going to go back thru and tag ALL of it bc well. i like all of my things in one place. ANYWAY. i’m going to put this under a cut bc it will be LONG because i cannot help myself ever. so, i present: trc rival bands au!

this is the pinterest board i’ve made for the au that i cannot stop adding to. i’m refraining from sharing my spotify playlists because uh. those are a major part of the story and i don’t want to take that away from it 😭 BUT trust me they are SO good. im obsessed.

anyway. rival bands au LETS GO!!

gansey, ronan, henry, and noah make up the (pop punk?/alt rock?) band Kings of Henrietta.

ronan plays lead guitar. he’s the son of legendary irish rockstar niall lynch and also ex lead guitarist of the boyband the lynch brothers. he plays a seven-string ibanez xiphos in black flat (VERY sexy guitar VERY difficult). its name is chainsaw. he has perfect pitch. he’s also very, very irish

gansey’s lead vocals and rhythm guitar. he grew up hollywood royalty but was never really interested in acting, just did it because it was expected of him. his exodus from the film industry in order to be in a band was originally widely considered a long shot but now. well. one of the most famous bands in the world and all that. he plays an obnoxiously orange gretsch jet that fans have dubbed “the pig”.

henry’s bass and backup vocals. he’s the heir to two tech fortunes but ran off to be a musician and was a solo artist for a few years before the formation of KOH (think yungblud). he has a classic rocker haircut, he’s openly queer, he’s a weirdgirl fashion icon. he plays a custom made electric blue fender precision with lightning detailing. he calls it “madonna” but this name has yet to catch on

noah plays drums (and also provides vocals on occasion if the occasion is screaming). his parents are music producers, his sister adele is also in the industry. he breaks at least one drum stick per show and tosses it into the pit. hardcore fans can and will fight for it.

they are SO fucking famous. like taylor swift 95m monthly spotify listeners famous. like people recognize ronan just from his hair like eminem famous. about to leave on one of the longest world tours ever famous. it is INSANE how famous they are.

they all met at aglionby and often played together but didn’t form a band until after niall lynch’s murder and the disbanding of the lynch brothers. there’s a few years gap between graduating aglionby and the formation of KOH

some circles still believe ronan killed his own father however they are very few and far between. WHATEVER

blue grew up in a house full of musicians. she can play pretty much anything under the sun but prefers drums and guitar. she went to juilliard on scholarship, which is where she met adam

adam did not grow up playing music with his family. he grew up learning it in secret. he cannot play everything however he is a VERY quick learner out of sheer willpower. he graduated high school as valedictorian and immediately got the fuck out of there to go to juilliard (also on scholarship). he and blue were inseparable almost immediately

they moved in together after graduation and blue took him home to henrietta when the rent started to get a little too high. they officially formed their band page of wands in blue’s room at 300 fox way

“page of wands” merges both of their symbolic tarot cards together (page of cups + magician). did i mention blue was raised pagan? she was. as to be expected. anyways.

virtually unknown indie rock band page of wands posts a cover of a KOH song. they do not expect KOH to see it. they also do not expect KOH to return the favor in front of tens of thousands of people. KOH does it anyways. because gansey is ENAMORED. he is SO FAR GONE.

blue hates this. she hates it so much. unfortunately POW’s sudden success is now irreversibly tied to KOH and there’s nothing she can do about it. or is there

their record labels agree to a rivalry. success! this is what she wanted

except it’s not. but she doesn’t know why

cue enemies to lovers. and long distance pining. mutual destruction. the entire music industry watching this all unfold. bluesey. pynch. way too many spotify links. you get the picture

guys i literally CANNOT stop thinking about this i don’t know what to do. what do i do. i am so lost. please help me

How well would your OCs do against a cockroach tag game

🚧Fear Factor Edition⚠️

Tagged by @digitalsatyr23 here! Thanks! Do not mind me being extra!

Rules: rate your OCs by how well they'd do against a cockroach. Bonus: write an entire scene out of it if you want!

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I shall do this with my Crater City characters. It only makes Sense that cockroaches Survived the story's apocalypse, yeah?

📺

Imagine a world where your greatest fears become reality…….

WELCOME TO FEAR FACTOR!

INT - ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - MIDNIGHT

Camera pans around 6 contestants, who stand near the barricaded entrance. It's dimly lit except for an orange glow coming from above the tank. The warehouse is relatively vacant, save for heaps of folded cardboard stacked up against the walls, large empty boxes used as chairs, and a glass tank about 3 yay’s big at the center of the room covered with a tarp. You can hear scratching noises from within the tank.

A cardboard cutout of Joe Rogan explains the rules to our 6 contestants: Blair, Elijah, Rose, Darcy, Frasier, and Melony (more info on them here). Royalty free, super-cool action-packed music plays in the background as the names and close-ups of each participant displays on the screen.

Joe Rogan Cutout: You six people have been brought here from all over the city for one reason. Stare fear in the eye as you compete for $50,000. If you're too afraid to attempt this stunt, you're eliminated. If you succeed, you will move on to the next round.

Blair: Sounds like a good deal to me. (placing his hands on his hips) You guys up for the challenge?

Elijah: God, this is so crazy, Blair, you know that?

Blair: Dude, you agreed to this.

Elijah: But they promised to help pay my debt, I couldn't just say no…

Darcy: I'm not really sure how that thing is even talking. Must be a hidden mic. There's no telling what else they've hidden here to track us all…

(Joe Rogan Cutout continues to explain the directions in the background, as if pre-programmed. Our 6 contestants don't seem very interested.)

Rose: I think this guy’s voice is kinda “much.” Who's he trynta to impress?

Melony: Probably cardboard cut-outs of his fans.

Frasier: Listen, everyone! You’re all missing the part where he told us we have to pair off!

Darcy: So, we're really taking orders from a slab of cardboard? All of you are insane!

Blair: (Jabbing a thumb at Darcy) Yeah, let's all trust this guy's moral compass.

Rose: Drag ‘em Blair!

Darcy: I'm not sure why I expected Rose to be more reasonable than this imbecile.

Elijah: What was that?

Blair: (staring up at Darcy) Whatcha gonna do when you have to bathe in a pool of insects in that Versace suit of yours? Cry?

Darcy: (staring down at Blair) I could bathe in a vat of insects and still come out five times more sane than you.

Blair: Since when was prolonged bug-to-skin exposure an indicator of someone's sanity?

Darcy: Blair—

Melony: (pops up from between Blair and Darcy) You didn't hear? There's actually been a recent study—

Darcy: (rubs his temples) God, not again…

Frasier: Everyone, please! I'm guessing the sooner we comply, the sooner we can get the hell out of here. What do y’all suggest?

Rose: Yeah, that's probably wise. But I'm not pairing off with him. (Glaring at Darcy) I'm still onto you, pal.

(Darcy appears cross.)

Blair: (quickly) Dibs on Elijah! (they high-five)

Rose: (linking arms with her brother) Me and Frasier!

Melony: (Beaming) Well, that leaves you and me, Darcy! We do have a lot of catching up to do.

(Darcy wears an expression of “Look, you're my best friend, and I love you, but I'm not sure if I'm going to remain sane this entire game when I'm paired with you”)

Melony: I'll take that as a “yes!”

Blair: So whoever was listening, can you give a tl;dr?

Elijah: I think it involves that tank over there

(Above "that tank over there" hangs an orange spotlight, beckoning the contestants with its misty mystique. The tank, covered, rests on a platform, accessed by a ramp. A dank, musty scent hangs in the air, causing Blair to pinch his nose. This mist machine reeks.)

Melony: Any idea what could be inside? Ooh, I bet it's a bunch of nightcrawlers…or maybe something else with scratchy legs!

Rose: Doc, I don't think nightcrawlers have legs.

Darcy: Rose, have you been in a bunker for the past thousand years?

Elijah: I haven't, but I'm starting to wish I was in one…God, what if there's spiders in there…?

Blair: Whatever it is, just watch the pro show you how it's done.

Joe Rogan Cutout: …stick your hand in a tank of cockroaches to search for the key to the detonators I strapped around your necks while you were unconscious so you can pass onto the next level...

(The screen displays each of the 6 contestants’ shocked reactions at rapid fire, not unlike an anime. Everyone begins to tug at the collar around their necks, while Darcy paces around, trying to come up with an escape idea.)

Joe Rogan Cutout: Any questions? (pauses for a moment) Good, then the timer starts…now!

Elijah: (touching his neck) Holy—what, now? Since when—?

Blair: And I was about to compliment you on your new choker, man…

Frasier: We have to get moving. Alright, who wants to go first?

Darcy: (arms crossed) And just how the [CENSORED] will this Joe guy know we've done what he's asked after we take a chance to find this supposed key? Is there one key or multiple? How do we know they'll even work?

Frasier: (irritated) What other choice do we have, Darcy?

(Darcy and the rest grow silent. The sound of the ticking 5-minute timer above the tank and the scratching from the now unveiled tank of cockroaches can be heard. The super awesome action music continues, seemingly louder than before.)

Melony: Looks like we'll have to give it a shot! I'm sure after each round, the tank resets and we have to find a new key in a different location in the tank!

Rose: How are you so sure?

Melony: I'm not!

(Well, that was reassuring... But little does Melony know that she's right and that the Narrator did not think about the logistics before writing this! Oh, lucky day!)

Frasier: (turning to Blair) You said you wanted to go first?

Blair: Y-yeah, of course! Come on, Elijah. (Tugging him by the hand) Let's show these [CENSORED]!

Elijah: Couldn't you do this round and I'll do the next…? I-I promise!

Blair: What, you chicken?

(Elijah looks back at the others as they make their way to the tank. Rose & Frasier whisper and laugh to themselves, probably about how Darcy is a buffoon. Darcy and Melony chat about installing a similar security/lockdown system to the mayor's office. Elijah looks at Blair, whose fear he can sense even behind his false heroism. This doesn't make him feel any better.)

Elijah: (voice cracking) No, yeah, let's do it!

(The others shout encouragements from about 20 feet away)

Rose: The sooner, the better, guys!

Darcy: Yeah, don't mind us standing way over here in case you spontaneously combust or something!

(Frasier nudges Darcy in the ribs.)

Frasier: Don't listen to him!

Melony: Go team Blijah! Or is it…Elair?

(Blair and Elijah stand at the tank as if waiting for the bugs to disappear. Good luck with that, man.)

Blair: Ready? On the count of three—

Elijah: (puts his hands on his head) I dunno, man, I can't do this!

Blair: Aw, c’mon, don't back out on me now!

Elijah: I know our lives are on the line, but I'd rather die like this than shove my arms in a container of insects!

Blair: For real?

Elijah: Let me have my one selfish arc!

Blair: (sighing, grabbing Elijah's hand) Gimme your—

Elijah: Blair, I swear to God--

(Blair takes Elijah's arm and they both plunge shoulder-deep into the tank to feel around for the keys.)

(Not long after, You witness the travesty of our fallen heroes first hand. Tears stream down their faces, as they are overcome with abject horror. Their cries reverberate off the cold, stone walls of the warehouse: “Ew ew ew get it off of me!”, “I think one climbed in my ear!”, and “Can you get rabies from a roach bite?” A truly horrendous, yet laughable display, indeed.)

Blair: (amidst their cries) If I die this way, I just wanted to tell you that I think you really do pull off that choker pretty well!

Elijah: (with tears & snot running down his face) You do too!

Blair: You think so?

(Their hands meet in the shifting pool of cockroaches.)

(The camera zooms in on the two, who stare into each other’s eyes for a hot moment, enchanted at the sight of each other, despite the sight of cockroaches crawling into their orifices. Cue the romantic music.)

(Until...)

Elijah: I think I found a key!

Blair: Great! I found mine, like, 10 seconds ago.

Elijah: Why didn't you tell me?

Blair: Because you had to go and make me flustered!

Elijah: (arms extended) You idiot. Come here...

(They continue to snivel as they peel bugs off each other, promising each other to never agree to anything like this again.)

(Amidst their blubbering, Darcy silently appears right behind them, making them jump.)

Darcy: Are you two done? You've wasted 2 minutes!

(Blair and Elijah finally unlock their chokers, which clatter to the concrete floor.)

Blair: Yeah, but you can't try our keys.

Darcy: Why would I…? (face drops) Wait.

(Blair puts his hand over his mouth.)

Darcy: Don't you dare [CENSORED] swallow.

Elijah: (concerned) Blair…

Rose: Spit it out, Blair! Heel! Roll over!

Frasier: Blair, you're not thinking straight!

Melony: None of us think straight!

(Blair swallows both his and Elijah’s keys. Everyone sighs, irritated. Also that's kinda disgusting since it touched all those cockroaches. Ew.)

Rose: Well, this isn't the first time he's swallowed someone’s keys.

Elijah: How did they taste?

Blair: (spitting out an antenna) I dunno, cockroach-y…metallic…

Darcy: (face-palming) You are what’s wrong with our world.

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Gianni’s Residence | Del Sol Valley, Simerica

Gianni: This is just absolutely insane, man. You won’t believe it!

Gianni: Basically they’re saying it’s either dad or the company. And they think the company should be saved over him.

Grayson: Yeah... it’s crazy here, too. I always say I don’t think I’ve ever seen mom this mad when she gets this mad, but I actually mean it this time.

Gianni: Oh, Watcher. I can’t even talk to her. She’ll take any opportunity to trash dad and throw him under the bus.

Grayson: I mean... can you blame her? She’s got enough on her plate without worrying if Dad’s crap is going to effect her. Dad can’t keep his nose clean and there’s always some kind of blowback for mom. Like the movie premiere fiasco?

Gianni annoyed: Ugh. Dad could be going to jail forever, Grayson! The last thing we should be thinking about his mom’s reputation. You’re such a mama’s boy!

Grayson: I’m not getting myself involved in Dad’s crap, Gianni. This is a criminal case. If that makes me a mama’s boy, then so be it.

Gianni: So Dad messes up and we just abandom him, huh? Just fuck ‘em?

Grayson incredulous: This is not the first time Dad’s messed up, Gianni! He’s constantly messing shit up because he’s selfish.

Gianni angry: We don’t know if he did anything wrong yet! Watcher! 

Grayson: If I had to bet money on it, I’d say he did it. Watcher, you’re always giving that man the benefit of the doubt. You need to stop idolizing him, man.

Gianni: He’s our dad, Gray!

Grayson: Okay? And? That doesn’t mean he’s not a terrible person. That doesn’t excuse him for breaking up our family by cheating on mom or being a barely there parent growing up. You need to take off your dad-shaped rose-colored glasses and see that man for who he really is, G.

Gianni: This family will victimize Dad forever for cheating on mom. As if she didn’t move on just fine and marry into Royalty! And barely there, really? Dad couldn’t help that he got less time with us than mom. Grow up!

Grayson: But the time we did get with Dad, how many time did he pawn us off on Grandma and Pops? When we were with mom, we were with mom. And you were too young to remember how devastating Dad cheating was for mom... and me.

Gianni: Oh, you, too, G? Come on.

Grayson: Yes, me too! I never told anyone this, but... I saw Dad back when he was cheating with our nanny. He didn’t see me. At least I don’t think he did or he didn’t care that I saw or how it made me feel. He’s always put his own interests ahead of everyone else. Dad just... isn’t a good guy, Gianni. He never has been or will be. I’m sorry to break it to you.

Gianni sighs: Man... I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad at you or call you names.

Grayson: It’s alright, dude. No one knows. Not even Mom and we should probably keep it that way. You get that temper from her after all.

Gianni laughs: Yeah, you’re right.

Grayson: You good?

Gianni sighs: I don’t know, bro. I just don’t know what I’m going to do.

Grayson: G, this is not your burden to bear. You do what you need to do for you. Let Dad figure his mess out. That doesn’t make you a bad son and if Dad was any kind of man, he wouldn’t make you feel like you were, okay? I gotta go, though. Emmitt and I are going to talk about some job prospects for me.

Gianni: Alright, bro. Late. (Bye)

Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 60.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: suggestive · alcohol & food consumption Word Count: ~6k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

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Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Coexisting with the Queen once Chan knew how her lips tasted like, how her bare skin felt like, how her moans and whimpers sounded like, was, essentially, torture. 

Nothing physical happened again between them during his stay in Lira Le after that heartfelt conversation about their feelings for each other. Except maybe that one drunken make out session against the wall of an alleyway in the castle town… but they mutually agreed to ignore it.

Nothing escalated further than lingering touches and furtive looks. However, that didn’t mean Chan had peace.

Both of them knowing they had feelings for each other caused a switch to flip in their dynamic. Sure, there had always been some playful teasing and harmless flirting, but just knowing the effect they had on one another slowly turned their interactions into an unspoken competition. 

At first, Chan wasn’t sure if the Queen was doing it on purpose, but she’d started to show more and more skin. And his body would react, of course it would. His cock betrayed him often, he was popping boners at the most unexpected, inconvenient times for the simplest things.

But it was one particularly warm evening they’d gone together to the castle town that made him realise that she was definitely doing it on purpose.

The Queen had worn a tube top that could barely even classify as such. The thing was just a barely there piece of fabric draped over her chest, and it drove Chan absolutely insane. She had given him a look, too. One of her teasing, challenging looks that made him want to pull her into an alleyway and fuck the audacity straight out of her body. He didn’t do it, of course, but it had certainly been a close call.

So he retaliated. He really did.

Chan walked around shirtless as often as he could–within the appropriate setting, of course. Sometimes, he even bent over in the most deceivingly innocuous poses he could do when she was close–he had a great ass, and by the Gods he was going to use it.

The Queen noticed, too. He could always feel her searing gaze burning his skin everywhere she looked, and whenever Chan felt extra shameless, he’d just look at her, right in the eyes, confidently and sometimes even smugly.

Was it a low, very slutty blow? Perhaps. But the more time passed, the more shameless he grew–which was something that, had the man known anything that was going on, would certainly make Wang Eun proud.

But, by far, his favourite tactic was using his words. When no one was paying attention to them, when they were on their own, Chan often got a bit shameless with his mouth. He enjoyed voicing some of his deepest, dirtiest thoughts in the most unsuspecting, creative ways he could come up with.

And it worked.

It worked every single time. He could just see it in the way the Queen’s eyes darkened, or in the way she’d shakily take a deep breath, or in the way she’d absentmindedly lick her lips whenever she caught up on what he was saying.

Chan wasn’t even sure who started the rile up contest, really. But he’d lie if he said he didn’t enjoy every second of it. Sure, the Queen had set her boundaries, and he’d made a promise… Above all else Chan was a man of principles, but he was also stubbornly competitive–which, Her Majesty seemed to be, too.

It was a perfect, oddly satisfying combination for trouble.

And Chan truly, truly enjoyed it. 

At least, until he laid down on his bed at night. All on his own. 

It was almost pathetic, how cold he felt sometimes. There was always an invisible pull trying to get him out of bed, trying to make him seek her and bring her close.

Beyond his very obvious physical desires, he genuinely just wanted her close. Chan wanted to listen to her speak and laugh and tease him, and that need often kept him up at night. He wondered if the Queen felt this way, too, but asking would cross one of those unspoken boundaries they had, so he bottled it all up and shoved it in his heart for safekeeping, waiting for the day it could all be set free.

It was especially tough sometimes, since the Queen disappeared often. Chan wouldn’t see her for days at a time, or sometimes he’d just catch a glimpse of her late at night, sitting on a bench in one of the many courtyards of the castle.

He always went close when he saw her there, he’d sit down next to her and strike up a friendly conversation. From how their days were, how the ship repairs were doing, to any possible places to visit in the castle town… Anything that would keep them entertained and sitting there together for a while.

In a way, Chan started to get more attuned to her body language as time passed and they spent those few moments alone together at night in the courtyards. He could see how tired she was–oftentimes, too tired to even engage in their little competition. Every single time, without fail, he felt that itch under his skin that urged him to reach out, hold her hand, and try to ease her worries. But he knew the second their skin touched, they’d just give in to the pull, so he would always keep his hands to himself. 

He started to truly miss the feeling of her hand in his, of her warmth seeping into him with the lightest touches. Chan never told her, but he was sure she knew. Very frequently, her hands would move, they came close to his own, only to suddenly stop and retreat as soon as the Queen noticed what she was doing. He wanted to be stubborn, to say ‘Fuck this’ and get closer, but he could never bring himself to.

Aside from his romantic loneliness, Chan had grown fond of the people he’d come to meet both in the castle and the castle town. Every street vendor he visited regularly, every attendant of a shop he frequented, every maid or cook he met among the corridors of the castle, they all made him feel welcomed and included. Some of them, after a few frequent visits, even gave him treats or small gifts as favours.

By far one of the weirdest things, though, was how, in absence of the Queen, the High King seemed to be more present around him. The man would engage Chan when he was in the training grounds with Wang Eun, or he’d drop by the ship to see how everything was going, or even invited them all for lunch often. Her Majesty joined a few times, but at some point she stopped coming altogether, to which her brother simply said ‘She’s got a lot of appointments these days’ without giving any further details when Felix inquired about it.

Chan came to find that under his standoff-ish demeanour, the High King was a goofball. A strong, deadly goofball, yes. But a goofball nonetheless.

Chan would often find His Majesty rolling on the grass with Freyr, uncaring of all the dirt and grime that stuck to his skin while they wrestled. Whenever he found them like that, an amused Hoseok was always looking fondly at them both from where he sat on a nearby bench or a fountain.

Sure, the High King still made the awkward, uncomfortable comments Chan had come to know him for, but they just simply didn’t hit the same once he was able to see under his mean, stingy tone. 

All these moments created many unforgettable memories. They grew roots, and planted themselves deep within Chan’s soul, spreading warmth all around wherever they reached. Which was why now, as he stood on a fully repaired Big Bad Wolf, he just found it incredibly hard to want to leave.

“This is for you”, Talboot handed Chan a rectangular box, tied closed with a pretty bow. “I noticed you didn’t have one in your toolbox, thought you might need it”.

Chan’s eyebrows rose high on his face, he wasn’t expecting the man to give him a gift–or anything at all, really. Carefully undoing the bow, Chan opened the box to find a soldering iron inside. It was lightweight, and it didn’t have any cables attached to it, which confused him immediately.

“It doesn’t require electricity”, Talboot explained. His bionic eye whirred as it extended and retracted continuously, assessing Chan’s reaction. “It’s got a specific mineral that grows here in its core, which gives it enough energy to heat up once you press the button. I find it’s really handy when doing repairs in tight spaces.”.

“That’s…” A knot suddenly formed in Chan’s throat, but he decided to ignore it. “You didn’t have to…” 

Talboot brought a hand to Chan’s shoulder, patting him gently. “I know. But I wanted to”.

Chan let himself be pulled into Talboot’s hug, and the old man gave him a few strong pats on his back before releasing him. With his hands on Chan’s shoulders, keeping him at arm’s length, Talboot spoke again. “If you ever find yourself here again and in need of a job, look for me. I might have a spot for you”.

Talboot pulled Chan into another tight hug, patting his back a couple of times once again. Chan hugged and patted Talboot’s back as well, being careful as to not to drop the gift in his hand. The old man’s gesture had warmed him up to his very core, but even then, Chan felt as if Talboot truly didn’t have to do this. If anything, Chan should’ve been the one to get him a gift, considering he’d learnt a great deal from Talboot, and that was invaluable to him.

“Thank you, Talboot. For everything”, no matter how much he wanted to, Chan wouldn’t allow himself to cry in the middle of his control room, but he meant it when he said it. He was truly grateful.

Talboot gave him and his two friends in the control room one final goodbye before he crossed the sliding doors and disappeared from their view.

Chan walked over to open the panel where his toolbox was. He took the soldering iron from the giftbox so he could neatly put it inside the toolbox, where the rest of his repair tools were.

“Is it weird to feel… sad?” Felix said absentmindedly, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the chair he sat on. “It’s weird, right? I mean, I’m happy we’ll get to finally reunite with the others, but…”

“I don’t think it’s weird”, Changbin reassured him. “We’ve been on the field for so long, being here meant we could feel normal again”.

Changbin was right, of course. Ever since they joined the Alliance, they were always running–either from something or towards something, always on high alert, always making sure to lay low and keep safe… It was an exhausting life, one they had willingly decided to live, sure, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to live it.

Here, they had been welcomed. They’d been not only fed and attended to, but they were also given a sense of normalcy that had escaped them for so long, they hadn’t even realised the impact its absence had. Which was why Chan understood Felix’s feelings perfectly, since he himself felt the same way.

“Knock, knock”.

The three of them turned to the door at the sound to see Wang Eun making his way into the control room with a crate in his hands. Jenna–who also carried a crate over her shoulder–and Dev followed right behind him.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Chan asked, slightly confused at the sudden visit, watching Wang Eun and Jenna place the crates on the floor close to where Felix sat.

“It’s a farewell party”, Chan’s head snapped to the door at the voice that shook him to his very core. The Queen made her way into the room as well, with a white box in her hands. “We’ve got drinks and pastries”, she emphasised by shaking the box in her hands a bit. “Freyja wanted to come in, too, but I couldnʼt let her. She’s just too big”.

Chan huffed a laugh, walking over to where she stood in the middle of the room while the rest engaged in conversation among their little group. Some bottles had already been opened by the time Chan reached her and took the box from her hands.

The fact that their hands touched when he did that was completely unintentional. Totally not something Chan wanted to do at all. “You didn’t have to”.

“I know”, she held his gaze, getting his undivided attention. “Wang Eun insisted”.

One thing Chan came to understand in his time here was that, yes, Liraleans didn’t take kindly to lies and dishonesty. But it was partially because most of them sucked at lying, and Her Majesty was no exception to this.

“Right, of course he did”, Chan was smirking, he was sure that she knew he knew she was lying, but he’d humour her. “Totally Wang Eun’s idea”.

The Queen rolled her eyes, the action could’ve passed as one of annoyance, had it not been for the smile on her face while she did it. “Come on, let’s have a drink”.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll be piloting the ship in a few hours”, Chan was serious about it, he didn’t want to crash his ship again as soon as it’d been repaired.

He turned to the group behind them briefly to make sure none of them were paying attention to the two of them. “Besides…” He walked into her space, and leaned in so only she could hear what he was about to whisper in her ear. “You know we can’t drink together. Not unless you wanna end up with your back pressed against the walls of my ship”.

The Queen tensed slightly. She took a deep breath, not looking away from his eyes for a second when he finally took a step back. It was a low blow, but he couldn’t help himself. He offered her a smile, one that could’ve passed as innocent to anyone else, but she knew. She just had to know he was trying to press her buttons, and one look at her face told him it worked.

The Queen scoffed, her eyes darted all around his face only to settle low, right on his lips. “You’re a dirty player, Christopher”, her tongue prodded her cheek, and it wasn’t until she’d looked back into his eyes that she spoke again. “Suit yourself, then. I am going to drink”.

Her Majesty walked straight past him and towards the group that had gathered by the main console, which gave him the perfect view of the pretty tattoos on her back. Seriously, may the Gods bless whoever tailored that top of hers that hugged her neck snugly… It wasn’t only very easy on the eyes, but it was also something Chan could deal with. There were, thankfully, no unexpected chubs in sight. At least as long as his eyes didn’t venture further down and focused too much on the way her hips moved.

Jenna was talking, and Wang Eun was laughing with his whole body at whatever story she was telling them. Chan saw the way the liquid sloshed around inside the bottle in his hand in alarm, and he immediately rushed to where they were all gathered.

“Hey! No drinks near my main console! Get out! Move!”

“I’m telling you, this guy was built! Capital B! His Majesty’s level of built!”

Dev was telling the story of his first fight in a bar, it was funny that he did, considering the man was usually so proper and collected. It seemed like outside of the castle walls, he was just a rowdy young man, who put even Wang Eun to shame.

They had all moved from the main control room to the resting area inside the ship. Everyone sat on either the sofa, a chair, or on the floor, just anywhere as long as they could be near the table that was pushed towards the corner of the room. It’d been a couple of hours since they’d gathered here. A couple of hours spent drinking, eating, or generally just conversing with one another. 

The Queen had been sitting on the floor the entire time, with her back pressed to the wall, just close enough to the small table so she could reach into the white box to grab herself pastries to her heart’s content. Chan had decided to sit as far away from her as he could. He knew that, if he got too close, it’d be only a matter of time before one of them made a move, so he decided to sit on the floor, with his back to the sofa’s armrest, right next to Felix who was sitting on it.

“Honestly, Dev. The way you’re telling the story is as if you didn’t come running to me right after to heal your broken nose”, Jenna chuckled from where she sat next to Felix, taking a sip from her drink. “You got your ass kicked”.

“But I survived, didn’t I?!”

The Queen snorted. “Barely. You did dislocate the guy’s jaw, though. I’ll give you that, my friend”.

“We got in a fight at a bar once. Remember, Chan?” Changbin’s cheeks were puffed up, full of food. He’d drank only a few sips of the drinks Wang Eun and Jenna brought, since he had to co-pilot later in the evening. 

“Once?” Chan huffed out a laugh. “Multiple times. Mostly because of Jisung and his big mouth”.

“You guys used to get in a lot of trouble back in the day, I remember”, Felix commented, chewing leisurely. His face was slightly flushed from all the drinks he’d had. “Getting your asses kicked until you bulked up enough to kick other people’s asses”.

“It was all the pent up teenage angst. We had a lot of shit to be angsty about back then”, Changbin stressed, gesturing with his hands. “The teenage angst doesn’t care about scrawny little boys, it just ran thickly through our veins!”

“Hard to imagine you guys were ever scrawny. Would love to see pictures”, Wang Eun’s words were slurring a bit. It was pretty obvious to everyone in the room that the alcohol was getting to his head. He slung an arm around Changbin’s shoulders, with a pout on his lips. “You guys are so much fun. Will you ever come back?”

Changbin looked at Chan and Felix briefly, slightly taken aback. “Uhh… Maybe”.

Wang Eun whined, gently shaking Changbin back and forth. “You don’t sound too convinced, Binnie”.

Changbin snorted, but before he could reply, the Queen spoke. 

“You guys…” Her fingers tapped the glass bottle in her hand, and her rings produced a soft tinkle with the action. “Know that if you ever wish to, there’ll always be a place for you in Lira Le. For all eight of you”, her eyes were trained on the floor far ahead from where she sat, not looking at anyone in particular. “I trust the rest of your crew to be good people, just like you”, she added finally, taking a sip of her drink.

Chan, Changbin, and Felix exchanged looks. Sure, Chan was positive he was going to come back, but he’d honestly not even thought if he’d be able to stay or not–much less his friends. Felix must’ve been drunker than Chan realised, because he saw tears well in the younger’s eyes and his lips quiver a bit.

“You… You really mean that?” Felix’s voice was shaky, and his hands trembled slightly as he grabbed the fabric of his trousers.

Chan brought his hand to Felix’s knee immediately in an attempt to comfort him. Felix was strong in many aspects, especially emotionally–not that he was hard edged by any means, but he had a good understanding of his feelings and had always been really good at expressing them when he needed to. 

However, even then, Chan knew that the topic of ‘Home’ had always been one of Felix’s weak spots. Felix had talked to him about it many times in the past, how it would be once they had fulfilled their purpose, where would they even go after… Go back to a planet where he’d been shunned by his own people? He was never too sure. Chan always told him they’d figure it out when the time came, and now, after all the good memories they made here, he wouldn’t be surprised if, the moment the time finally came, Felix decided to come here, too.

“Of course I do, my dear”, Her Majesty chuckled. “Why would I even say it if I didn’t?”

Felix was still for a moment, until he finally moved, a bit abruptly. He stood up from the sofa and crossed the few steps left to where the Queen sat on the floor. He knelt, whispering a ‘Sorry not sorry’, and pulled her into a hug, burying his face on her shoulder as she patted his back.

“Hey… It’s okay”, she placed her drink on the floor to return Felix’s hug. He was whispering something to her, which made her chuckle. “Yes, I do mean it”, there was a pause, and more slurred, unintelligible words from Felix. Her eyes softened, jumping between both Chan and Changbin. “Yes, dear. All of them. Don’t worry”.

Chan looked at Changbin, who simply looked back at him with a soft smile on his lips and shrugged–albeit with a bit of difficulty since Wang Eun was still hanging onto his frame. Changbin had the same look in his eyes that Felix did before he threw himself into the Queen’s arms, the same Chan had given Her Majesty when they had spoken about their feelings all those weeks ago…

Just like back then, his eyes were filled with hope.

Chan had come into these chambers sixty days ago with nothing but his torn clothes and crushed spirits. Now, as he stared at the three boxes filled to the brim with miscellaneous items, he started to truly feel the impact of his stay here. How did he even manage to gather so much stuff? 

Sure, he’d bought a few knick-knacks here and there that he found cute, or for his friends back at their base–small things to spark a tiny bit of joy in the usually grimm space. But what about everything else?

The Queen had insisted that they all take the clothes they’d been using here with them if they wanted, which they obviously did. They were comfortable, form fitting, and lightweight, which were characteristics that would come in handy when they were back out there. When she told them to keep them, he hadn’t really realised there’d be so many.

Chan turned around to look at the table. The only things on it were his used plates from the meal he’d just had, and his now closed journal next to it–with the two wads of plum-coloured ribbon neatly rolled on top of it. He wanted to keep them, but he wasn’t really sure if they were considered clothing, so he had decided to give them back. He was just waiting to build some confidence to do it.

A sudden knock on his door brought Chan back from his thoughts, and he offered a soft ‘Come in’ before he saw the door opening and the Queen stepping into the threshold. Her hair was damp, but her face was no longer flushed like it’d been earlier on the ship when the group drank and laughed together.

“Hey”, the Queen closed the door behind her, and stepped further into the room as she twirled the ring on her index finger with her thumb.

“Hey”, Chan wasn’t sure what to say. Well, actually, he knew what he wanted to say, or rather, what he wanted to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything else other than remain rooted on the spot right there by the table.

“Are you excited?” She had a soft smile on her lips as she walked closer, but still left a fair distance between them.

Was he? Was he excited? He was certainly feeling something, but what that something was he didn’t quite understand yet.

“I’m happy I’ll get to see my friends again”, and Chan truly was, he missed them deeply. “But, to be honest, I’m finding it a bit… tough to leave”.

She hummed, walking over to the stacked boxes close to the table. “You’ve been here for a while, guess it makes sense”.

How could Chan even begin to explain that it was more than that? He wasn’t sure, so he decided to avoid the topic altogether. Instead, he turned to the table and picked up the two rolls of ribbon.

“Guess I should be giving these back. Although, I’m not sure If I should give them to you or…”

The Queen looked at his hand for a few seconds, then turned her gaze back to his, and her expression softened a bit. “I enchanted those for you. They’re yours, darling. I’m sure they’ll be helpful in the field”.

Warmth spread within Chan as soon as the words left her mouth. It was such a simple gesture, but, somehow, the fact that she had enchanted these things specifically for him made him feel… giddy. So, to cope, he decided to be annoying, and to use his best teasing tone to speak.

“Wow, you really charmed me up, huh?”

The Queen groaned, rolling her eyes and bringing a hand to her face. “Dear Gods, I can’t believe you”, even if her face was still partially covered by her hand, she was laughing now.

Chan chuckled, deciding now to be a bit more honest. “Thank you, though. Truly. For everything”.

She removed her hand from her face, and her eyes found his. Silence fell between them for a few moments, Chan could see the gears turning in her brain just from the look in her eyes. He could see in them all the things he knew she wanted to say, but she wouldn’t dare say.

She took a deep breath and smiled. “Sol wanted to say goodbye… but he doesn’t deal well with these things at all, so he sent me to bid you farewell. Hoseok, too. He had to stay back doing damage control”.

Chan hummed. “That’s fine… Is that what you came here for?”

Was he… Was he disappointed? Maybe he was, but he decided it was best to just ignore it.

“No”, the Queen chuckled. “I was gonna come here anyway, obviously”.

She went silent after that, and her eyes scanned his face intently. After a while, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only to open her eyes again. “There’s… There’s another thing I wanted to give to you”.

Chan was puzzled, and slightly taken aback. “You don’t need–”

“I know”, she interrupted him, walking a bit closer, close enough that Chan’s senses were flooded by the smell of lavender from her freshly washed hair. Her Majesty reached into her pocket, and pulled something out of it. Whatever it was, it was small enough to fit in her closed fist.

She walked closer, right into Chan’s space. Slowly, she took a hold of one of Chan’s hands that had been limp by his side. It was honestly almost embarrassing how the contact of her fingertips on his skin sent jolts of electricity down his spine, how warmth suddenly spread within him. That comforting humming sound seemed to start ringing a tad louder in his ears.

She kept his hand in hers while she placed the mystery object in his palm, so he could finally see what it was.

A necklace, with a blue stone attached to it.

“Just in case you… need me”, the Queen’s eyes were trained on the necklace, and their hands remained in the same position as neither of them moved.

A stone-comm.

She was giving him a stone-comm…

The gesture was so unexpected Chan suddenly felt heat creep up from his chest to the back of his neck. Although it didn’t quite reach his face yet, thankfully. 

“Is it… a two way wavelength?” He hadn’t seen any stone-comm that wasn’t used for two way communication in his time here, but suddenly he felt the urge to make sure, especially when he started to understand the undertone in this gift.

She nodded. The heat of her palm on the back of his hand seeped into his skin, and the feeling raced straight into his heart.

Chan needed to know if there were any conditions to this. He needed to make sure, otherwise he might overstep her boundaries, so he asked. “Emergencies only?”

The Queen chuckled softly, her eyes finally moved away from his hand to instead look him in the eyes. “Not really. You can really use it whenever. In case you… need me. Or I need you. You know… We can talk”.

She was trying her best to conceal her true intentions. But as Chan stared deeply into her eyes, he understood, just like he always did. Just in case you miss me, or I miss you.

“You know…” Chan chuckled, trying his best to ignore the heat he felt spread on his face as he finally closed his fist around the necklace. “When you do cute shit like this, you make it really hard to keep my promise”.

Her Majesty huffed out a laugh. Her eyes scanned his face for a moment, until she spoke again, bringing her free hand to the nape of his neck. “No need for you to break your promise”.

The moment her lips pressed against his, Chan felt his head spin, especially with the way the contact ignited that flame deep within him. He needed her close, there was just too much space between them for his liking, so he brought his hands to lay on her lower back–one of them still in a fist as he didn’t want to drop her gift–and he pulled her closer for her body to be flush against his.

As their lips moulded to one another, Chan felt more certain than ever of his decision, of his new goal. If he had a future after all this, this was how he wanted it to be like. Full of warmth, of comfort, just… full of her. So he was going to fight for that without hesitation.

As she pulled back from the kiss, her hand played with the hair on the back of his head. “Stay safe out there”, she sounded genuinely concerned, which he could understand completely.

Chan hummed, brushing the tip of his nose against hers in a tender gesture. “Don’t explode too many bookcases while I’m gone”.

She huffed out a laugh, and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “What’s the point if you’re not going to be here to stop me”, she added, sarcastically, with a roll of her eyes and a smile on her face.

Chan looked at her face for a moment, taking in her features, until he finally leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to the apple of her cheek. He proceeded to move further up to press a kiss on her forehead, bringing her into a hug.

With her arms around his shoulders and her face buried in the crook of his neck, Chan could feel the Queen’s warmth seeping into him, and he tried his best to commit the feeling to memory. Who knew how long it’d be until he could feel this again…

He was going to say something, something sappy and embarrassing, but before the words left his mouth, the door of his chambers swung open abruptly, making the both of them detach from the other and take a step back faster than a deer could run at an unexpected sound.

With wide eyes, they stared at Wang Eun, who stepped into the room, eyeing them both intently. A smile crept onto his lips, and Chan noticed then how flushed his face was, just like it had been back at the ship.

“Ahhhhh! Farewell hug!” Wang Eun’s words slurred slightly, which was a clear sign that he was either drunk or very tipsy still.

He ran from the door towards Chan, and as soon as he was within reach, he threw his arms around Chan’s neck and pulled him into a hug. The Queen just chuckled softly next to them, with amusement dancing in her eyes.

Chan patted Wang Eun on the back a few times, whispering ‘It’s okay, it’s okay’ as he felt the man’s arms tremble around him and his tears soaking on his shirt. Sobbed words of ‘Gonna miss your ugly face in the morning’ brought a melancholic smile to Chan’s lips while he consoled the man.

The Queen moved closer, patting Wang Eun on the back a few times before she took a hold of one of Chan’s hands. She gave it a reassuring squeeze, and, as discreetly as she could, she brought it close to her lips and pressed a brief kiss to the back of his hand. The gesture honestly made him feel like he was going to explode right then and there.

After he gave her hand a squeeze as well, she excused herself and finally left the room.

Chan’s eyes remained trained on the door even after she was gone, until Wang Eun spoke again.

“Time to help you with these boxes, captain”.

As Wang Eun and Chan made it to the Big Bad Wolf, they found Freyja sitting by the door, with her piercing yellow eyes staring at Chan. He placed the box in his hands on the grass, and brought a hand up towards the panther’s face. She rubbed her forehead against his hand, and a low rumbling sound came from deep within her, almost shaking him to his very core.

Freyja was a smart feline, just with the way she affectionately licked his hand and rubbed her forehead against the back and palm of his hand, it was very clear to Chan that she understood he was about to leave.

“Goodbye, baby girl. I’ll miss you, too”, Chan whispered to Freyja, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

If someone had told Chan sixty days ago that he’d be getting this physically close to a giant panther, he would’ve laughed in their face at how ridiculous and dangerous that sounded like. Now, as Freyja circled around him, as her tail tangled around his limbs, there wasn’t a single gram of fear in him towards her, there was only comfort and love.

After one final scratch behind her ears, Chan picked up the box from the grass and went inside the ship to find Wang Eun already placing the two boxes he’d been carrying into the storage room next to the resting area, right by Changbin’s and Felix’s boxes.

Once everything was stored neatly and secured in place, Chan reached out to Wang Eun to pull the man into a final hug, giving him a few encouraging pats on the back. Changbin and Felix came into the room right then, and they took the opportunity to say their goodbyes as well.

Wang Eun hugged the other two just as tightly as he had hugged Chan. He was no longer tearing up, but Chan could see the pout on his lips and the way they quivered slightly. With a soft ‘Be safe. Hope to see you guys soon’, Wang Eun left the ship, leaving Chan, Changbin, and Felix inside the Big Bad Wolf, once again on their own, just like they had been sixty days ago.

“Prepare for takeoff”, Chan fell naturally into his captain role, rushing orders out of his mouth to his co-pilot as soon as they were both secured to their seats.

“Roger”, Changbin pressed buttons on the console in front of him, assisting Chan to activate the brand new motor of the ship, and setting coordinates in the navigation system.

Felix silently strapped himself to his seat, where he curled himself into a ball as much as he could, and he tried to doze off. He was, clearly, still a bit tipsy from how much he’d drank earlier.

Since the ship had crash-landed, it was stationed at an inadequate spot for takeoff, so the perimeter around the Big Bad Wolf had been secured in advance to make sure no civilians or wildlife came close when the engines turned on. 

“Motor and engines ready, captain”, Changbin announced.

“Off we go, then”, Chan whispered. He meant to say that to his friends, but he said it so quietly, it was almost as if he was saying it to himself.

Chan saw from the main viewport how the trees and the grass around the ship rustled as the Big Bad Wolf started to lift off. The familiar rumbling of the engine became their background noise as they made it to the air, and the shapes of the buildings, trees, and mountains slowly became smaller and less detailed the further up they went.

As soon as they made it into the atmosphere, Changbin’s low voice broke through the silence, sounding much more defeated than the last time they sat in this very control room doing this exact same thing. “Loading hyperdrive”.

Chan hummed in acknowledgement, steering the ship further and further away from the planet below. The ship was running smoothly, he could tell by the way it broke through the gravitational pull of the planet seamlessly, and with barely any turbulence.

However, a sense of uneasiness settled in the pit of his stomach. Something didn’t feel right, and it had nothing to do with the ship.

“Hyperdrive ready, captain”.

With a nod, Chan gave the crew a final warning before pressing the big red button. “Hold on tight, boys”.

As they entered hyperspace, and finally left Lira Le behind them, Chan came to a puzzling realisation.

Once again, after a long, long time, his head was oddly quiet. He could hear only his thoughts and the rumbling of the ship… All of a sudden, that odd, comforting humming in his skull was gone.

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For the ask game, maybe 14, 17, 25?

Hi!! Thanks for the ask, and thank you for creating such an awesome ask game <3

14. What’s your favourite c!Dream line of dialogue?

Suddenly I don't remember a single c!Dream line of dialogue- uHH probably when he's taunting c!Tommy right after the prison escape. ICONIC. people who hadn't stream hopped were completely caught off guard by a fully decked out c!Dream popping up out of nowhere. Also props to cc!Dream for his insane positioning and timing like DAMN.

Also whenever he's begging, whining, or pleading...! especially when it involves c!Sam. The scene after he hides beneath the prison floor and c!Sam loses his mind and he manages to convince c!Sam to not tell c!Quackity is Insane.

17. What are some of your favourite c!Dream fics?

The fics on this list aren't going to be... recent/current? I haven't read dream smp stuff (that isn't @sunshine-in-a-bottle's writing) in a Good While. So for example @simplepotatofarmer's rabbit run isn't on it because I just haven't read it yet! (Even though I've only heard good things and it's been on my to read list for forever...)

Now for the fics:

for queen and country by @cgogs

It's technically not canon!Dream, it's an AU, but it is based on dream smp lore so it counts for me.

OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY I SPENT LIKE THREE PLUS MONTHS THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC AFTER I READ IT AND I STILL THINK ABOUT IT SOMETIMES. the fic was discontinued, but I genuinely think chapter six works perfectly well as an open ending!

Medieval fantasy Royalty AU, angsty c!DNF with hopeful and/or bittersweet vibes, amazing and creative writing, and the literal first time Briar appeared in a fic? SURELY A MUST READ.

Oxeye Daisy by @cgogs

It needs no introduction, it's a c!DNF classic. But if you haven't heard about this fic...! Well now you have! Go read it!

We have since lost Angela to c!awesamdream-isms (<< literally has c!awesamdream demons myself) but I still remember the c!DNF era <3

martyr wrapped in butcher paper by @aetherknit

god!Dream/king!George spanning the dethronement era. And it has fanart..... (if you've never checked this one out you really should, it's a short one-shot!)

encore by Anonymous (the author has since either changed their name, privated or deleted their account)

A near-future c!Drunz one-shot with worldbuilding with some great vibes. Featuring accidental alien!kid!Purpled acquisition, hurt but healing c!Dream, and not perfect but still caring and domestic c!Drunz.

a second change from beyond the grave by Lieyantosh

The egg kills the server and everyone in it, but everyone gets reincarnated into the modern world with their memories. Except Dream doesn't remember.

Does this fic suffer greatly from being written before the staged finale was revealed? Yes. Is c!Tommy the main pov? Yes. But is chapter five a masterpiece, written from c!Dream's pov, and made me stay up until 3am? Also yes !!!

25. If c!Dream had to join an existing/former DSMP country or faction, which one would you choose for him?

Either the Syndicate or the Eggpire. Opposite vibes, I know, but both have tons of potential for him individually, and for great interactions with the members.

Syndicate AUs are pretty popular and always a banger, but c!Drunz together during the height of the Eggpire? They would've been unstoppable (and full of trauma <333).

Do you think K-pop concert ticket prices are too expensive now? What do you think should be the threshold, and what can be done to give all fans, whether casual or diehard, a great experience?

I could go on an entire rant/tangent on what I think concerts as a whole should be like, but it would be the length of a regular fic, so I'll spare you every issue and thought I have about them. I've only been to one concert in my whole life, so I don't have the experience or depth that other concertgoers have, but let's just say the streaming and COVID economy fucked up everything.

Prices: I believe the terrible royalties from streaming, as well as the increased demand for live shows in general has caused these ticket prices to skyrocket. Like you can't just buy a ticket for a decent seat for less than $70 now, that shit only gives you nosebleed seats. Not to mention the deliberate collusion of scalpers by ticketing sites. Those resale tickets and third parties directly cooperate with Ticketmaster so they can punch a bit more money from consumers. And don't even get me started with Dynamic Pricing and those terrible service fees. I'm fortunate enough to live in a country where such things don't exist, but with HYBE openly expressing their intention to enable dynamic pricing and finding alternatives in places where it's not available, you can bet they'll find a way to punch up the prices too.

I understand why they charge this much. Fans will go out to see their favorite artist, regardless of how much they complain about it. FOMO. You don't know if they'll come back to your country or city, or when. Not to mention, the typical K-pop concert is a much grander production than, say, your average pop star. You got backup dancers, large stages, numerous costume changes, sometimes a live band, and of course, multiple members with dozens of staff managing a group. Concerts are the biggest revenue/income drive now for a majority of artists because of how music is distributed today, so they have to break even. Doing world tours are costly; consider the VISA and other costs on a country-to-country basis. No wonder they'd rather tour the US and Japan only to save a few thousand dollars.

It's difficult to gauge the threshold because popularity and demand is fickle, especially in K-pop. However, if there has to be a limit, I personally would stop at around $1000-sub range. There's not a damn singer or artist on planet earth, dead or alive, that's worth over a $1000 ticket. Even MJ. The economy isn't looking good, inflation keeps jumping year by year, and concerts have become basically rich people havens too.

Personally, I do think it'll eventually die out. There's a touring oversaturation right now that it dries people out and we have to pick and choose who we want to attend.

There's a few things I really want to see happen in the future, ideally:

• Rookies shouldn't be pricier than their seniors. I don't care if its NewJeans, IVE, or Le sserafim, they really shouldn't be more expensive than say, a 3-4 year old group. It's ridiculous how NMIXX and IVE were more expensive than The Boyz or ATEEZ.

• Announcing ticket sale literally right after the tour announcement. This is something I absolutely hate. Why are you selling tickets for a show six-eight months away like two weeks after announcing it? Fucking insane! It gives us little to no prep time to gather up resources and plan accordingly. Also, what if something happens that causes a concert to be canceled or delayed? It'll be much harder for us to get refunds back, which is exactly why they pull this shit off. Normalize selling tickets at most two months-a month before the show.

• Make the ticket prices worth it. This is my biggest gripe with concerts, more than the prices: that you're basically paying for the seats and nothing else. I'm not gonna lie, I likely wouldn't have gone out to my one and only concert if I wasn't guaranteed anything else besides a nice seat. Pre-pandemic, the price of the ticket I bought would have given me a group/solo pic with the group and some other cool perks like maybe signed merch. Now? Most concerts give you the show and nothing more. You have to justify paying that hefty tag beyond just a close view of your favorite artist. I remember when pop stars like Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, and The Weeknd had photo-ops before the show for those VIP tivkets. COVID ruined all of that. It's such a damn shame, because at best, you're getting soundcheck, which I'm not fond of, in my opinion. It forces people to bait for interactions and not enjoy themselves during the show cuz they aren't guaranteed artist engagement (though this won't really change anything if we're being real lol). I personally would be a lot more comfortable and have a greater time if I knew I could greet them before or after the show instead of trying too hard to get their attention.

All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery. 

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

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A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself

Midnight Walks || James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word Count: 4363

Note: Dedicated to 🦎anon from @/randomoutsiders blog. Where I live it’s already 84℉ so this completely feasible but if you don’t live in hell and it's still cold and wintery outside just push it back a few months.

Warnings: Insecure reader, like 2 sexual comments because I’m filthy, talk of men being pigs and not keeping their hands to themselves, lots of fluff, modern muggle au, monkey bars, public nonsexual stripping,

Masterlist

Part 2

There were ants in your bones, there must’ve been. Either that or someone was trying to feather dust their way out of them. Your entire body itched with the urge to move, to run, to scream and jump in the middle of the street. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what drove this overwhelming desire, perhaps it was some sort of primal reason coded into your DNA, alternatively maybe it was the sitting at your computer all day. One could only attend so many online classes before they went insane, and a decent way into your second semester and still no sign of going back in person anytime before the next school year. You were like a purebred who desperately needed exercise. It would’ve been a simple enough fix if it wasn’t already 10:17, the sun having set four or so hours ago, even though you lived in a pretty nice area you didn’t feel comfortable going out. Men were disgusting, and going out this late alone meant risking life and limb because too many men thought it was okay to touch what wasn’t theirs. Fucking toddlers. So instead you were forced to open your windows in attempts to replicate the natural breeze and try to find another outlet for your energy. You tried. You really did. Jumping jacks, planks, the few yoga poses you could recall off the top of your head, dancing around your house to your favorite songs, but the music didn’t feel like it usually did, even it couldn’t soothe the itching in your bones. You were fucked, simply and truly. Too energetic without the proper outlet. After none of those things worked you sat down to attempt to get some of your weekend homework done, but somewhere between ionization energy and confidence intervals you found yourself picking at your nail polish instead of paying attention to your work. Groaning you threw your head down onto your desk, wincing as the pain from the impact spread through your skull. Closing your eyes you tried to imagine it, the cool night air in your face, blowing through your mangled tresses, the thud of your feet against the pavement of the sidewalk, the feeling of the grass at the park tickling your exposed skin as you stared up at the cloudy sky, looking for stars. You swore you could almost feel it all, almost pulled into bliss when you were yanked from your reprieve by the buzzing of your phone. Groaning, you pulled your head up, it wobbled on your neck, as though it was loose and needed to be tightened. Had you wanted to you couldn’t have stopped the smile that broke across your phone when you saw the notification on your lock screen, a text from James. Can I call you? Sure. You typed out waiting anxiously for your ringtone to blare through your room. Instead you were met with another brief buzz. One second, Sirius is being an idiot. Another smile, smaller than the last, bloomed across your face, Sirius was often an idiot. Picking up your phone you pressed it to your ear just in time to hear James greet you. “Hey baby.” Loving James was potentially one of the easiest things you’d ever done, if asked you would've said it would be easier to stop breathing before you stopped loving him. There was just so much to love and as his voice tickled your ear you remembered one of the things you so loved about him, the sound of his voice. With two simple words he was able to soothe you, if only a little bit. But still the ache to be outside lessened a little. “Hi Jamsie.” You crooned into the phone as you shut down your laptop coming to the conclusion you were going to get jack shit done tonight. You distantly heard Sirius in the background but couldn’t make out any words, “Pads says hi.” James conveyed. “Hi Siri!” You yelled into the phone, you waited until the bickering and laughing on their side of the phone quieted before continuing, “Whatcha callin’ about bub?” “Missed you is all, was wondering what you were doing?” “Nothing much, tried to get some homework done.” James chuckled knowing how distracted you could get if someone wasn’t there to help you stay on track, “How’d that go?” “Not well,” You grumbled, “S’not my fault either, can’t focus. I just need some fresh air, I need to go on a walk but I can’t.” Flinging your body onto your bed and landing on your back you pulled the phone from your ear, turning it onto speaker and setting it on your belly, liking the vibrations against your body as James spoke. It was almost like he was there with you. “I’m sorry darling,” James knew exactly what you were talking about. Unlike a lot of men he wasn’t afraid to broach topics like these, he would sit and kiss your head if some guy at the grocery store had been a prick and couldn't keep his eyes or his hands off of your ass, or if one of the boys in your class had made an objectifying comment. He’d listen to you lament and apologize, on behalf of all men, for the disgusting things you were forced to deal with. He had learned a lot since you started dating, he’d always been a feminist but before you hadn’t really understood what that meant. His mother and father always made sure he was aware of gender biases and he’d heard stories of women being assaulted, harassed, discriminated against and perhaps it made him a bad person but when it happened to you, when you told him about these things it was different, it was worse, he couldn’t control the rage that bubbled up inside of him. You were (Y/N) (L/N), you were his, you deserved to be treated like royalty. No one got to disrespect you. He felt the pang in his heart when he pictured you holed up in your house, like a caged animal, desperate to get out. “I know, and I love you.” You responded, knowing he hated how you had to be afraid and cautious all the time. “I love you too.” “What were you doing before you called?” You asked after a beat. “Watching a movie with mom and Sirius.” A twinge of guilt twisted in your stomach, “Oh, you should go back to them Jamsie, I don’t want to keep you from your family.” James stopped himself before he could tell you that they’d already finished the movie as an idea hit him like most of his ideas hit him, suddenly and fleetingly. Remus once compared them to a freight train. “Okay angel, talk to you later.” “Bye, Jamsie.” He hung up immediately as the last syllable left your lips causing a frown to tug downwards at those aforementioned lips. Sure, you felt a bit guilty that he’d bailed on his mom and Sirius for you but you couldn’t help feeling a little sad that he was so ready to get rid of you the second he had a chance. Feeling all too familiar insecurity simmer from under your sternum questions popped into your head one after another. Did he really want to be with you? Was this all because he just pitied you? Were you just a substitute for Lily? Did his heart still belong to her? What did he even see in you? You couldn’t help but feel like nothing compared to her, she’s Lily Evans. And you’re, well you’re just not. Time had slipped away from you, you hadn’t realised how much until you felt your phone buzz against your stomach and saw that almost 15 minutes had passed since James had hung up on you. You only briefly noted the time before your eyes flashed down to the banner displayed across your screen, another text. Look out your window. Lifting your torso, propping yourself up on your forearms and twisted your head to see James’ smiling face plastered against your window, a huge, beautiful grin, stretching across his face. You could feel a matching one fan out across your face as you skipped to the window, pulling it open relishing in the cool breeze that let itself into your room. “Hey there handsome.” You joked. “Hey beautiful.” “What are you doing outside my window?” You were befuddled, wasn’t he supposed to be watching some Quentin Tarantino or equally violent movies that he and Siri liked? “I was thinking we could go on a walk,” He explained unabashedly. “A walk?” You asked, a blush blossoming on your face, creeping its way down your neck. “You wanted to go on one, yeah?” “I love you.” Was all you said in response, he caught you as you threw yourself into his arms, the middle of your thighs biting into the sill of your window, but you didn’t care. How could you? All you could focus on was the way his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to him so he could bury his nose into your hair. “Love you too darling.” There was a part of you, an admittedly large part, that wanted to stay standing there forever but the cool evening air reminded you about how much you wanted that walk. Peeling yourself away from him you placed your chin on his pectoral, not considerably comfortable for either of you, but you were close to each other, and that’s all that mattered. “Come in.” “I was waiting for you to ask.” He winked, slinging one leg over the windowsill giving him room to maneuver his rather large body through the small opening, but James had experience fitting his body into tiny things (namely your cunt). “Are your parents home?” “No, everyone’s gone for the night.” “Why didn’t you tell me baby, I would’ve come over and kept you company.” You felt heat creep back up your neck to your face, embarrassed by the answer. Though your insecurities could swallow you whole when you were alone, they seemed trivial when James was actually there, staring down at you with so much love in his eyes. “Don’t want to be clingy.” The confession bringing even more heat to your cheeks. “Never, (Y/N), absolutely never. If anyone here is clingy it's me not you.” You corrected him, “You’re wonderful.” “So are you bub.” Reassuring you he brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “Now come on! Let’s get some shoes on you and we can go out.”

James was filling up an old water bottle he found in one of the cupboards in case either of you got thirsty when you entered the kitchen, shoes and socks in hand. Your boy smiled at you, twisting the cap of the water bottle on all of the way before setting it on the countertop and moving towards you. “Want me to put your shoes on for you?” “Yes please.” You nodded, grinning cheekily. His large hands found your waist, lifting you up and setting your bum onto the cool counter. Slipping the socks from your hand he knelt down to roll them over your feet, leaving a kiss on the inside of each of your ankles. “You wanna walk to anywhere in particular?” “The park?” You offered, handing him one of your tennis shoes which were a little beat up, but still a long way from needing to be replaced. “The one with the fountain?” “Do you know of any other parks within walking distance?” You snarked, swinging your legs, feeling the need to be outside return, faster and more powerful than before. “Guess not,” He grumbled, looking up at you with a playful smile so you would know he didn’t really take your sarcasm to heart. “Hey watch it!” He chuckled when you accidentally swung your leg a little too hard and knocked his left shoulder with your socked foot. “Sorry.” You apologized looking about as sorry as Sirius usually did when he was apologizing, which honestly wasn’t much. “There you go Cinderella.” He said, as he pat your thigh once he finished tying your laces, rising from his kneeling position. “You think you’re funny do you Potter?” “In fact I do (L/N).” He grinned, sliding you off the counter, onto your feet. “Shall we?” You offered your hand to him which he accepted like a true gentleman. “We shall.”

You were right, but then again, when were you ever wrong? Fresh air was exactly what you needed, the feeling of the wind in your hair, the twigs snapping beneath your weight, the solidness of the ground. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this alive. That was probably stupid but it was liberating to be out of your house, and on top of it it was nighttime too. You weren’t often able to be out this late because you usually didn’t have someone to go out with. You had almost forgotten how beautiful it was when there was no glass separating you from the moon and the stars. Despite the fact that his legs were far longer than yours James still had to speed walk to keep up with you. His heart swelled seeing you so happy and carefree as you strode unapologetically down the sidewalk. “Stop walking so fast.” He complained, finally matching your stride as he loosely looped his left arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible while still keeping the two of you moving forward. “Not my fault you’re a slowpoke.” You retaliated but nevertheless still resting your head on his broad shoulder. “It’s nice out isn’t it?” He pondered aloud. “It’s wonderful,” You agreed, closing your eyes and turning your face up towards the sky, trusting James to guide you safely down the sidewalk, “I’m sorry you had to ditch your mom and Siri to come be with me.” You apologized as another wave of guilt from earlier hit you. “I didn’t bubba, we’d already finished the movie when I called you.” “Really?” Your head perked up. “Mhm.” James hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me that?’ “Wanted to surprise you.” He explained and your heart soared, he really was indescribably sweet. “Well I was surprised.” “Good.” “What movie did you watch?” Wondering if your suspicions had been correct. “Forrest Gump.” He responded by popping his “p”. You laughed squeezing two of James’ fingers on the hand splayed across your stomach. “What?” “Nothin’, just thought you and Pads would’ve made your mom watch Reservoir Dogs or something.” “Come on, you know me and Padfoot (Y/N), nothin’ but a couple of softies the two of us.” “Yes, yes you are.” You responded completely seriously. “You were supposed to disagree, he whispered into your ear. “I cannot tell a lie.” “Hey!” He exclaimed in mock offense. “Come on I found the two fo you cuddling when I came over Wednesday, he was literally spooning you Jamsie. It was rather cute really.” James let you have the last word and the two of you were silent for a minute as you passed a house with a line of cars in front of it, stupid fucking people and their stupid fucking parties. You thought, thinking they’re more important than the rest of us, that it’s okay to throw a party during the middle of a pandemic. “There’s a pandemic going on people,” James muttered as you crossed in front of the driveway, as though he was reading your thoughts. You just nestled into him more. Once you cleared the super spreader house it was only a few feet before you turned the corner and your desired destination came into view causing a ginormous smile to practically crack your face in half. “Come on Jamie!” You giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the street towards the park, not even looking both ways as you bolted across the street to the park. You’d always thought that parks and playgrounds and such looked a bit creepy after dark and while today was no exception you still didn’t think twice before bounding up the steps of the play structure. Laughing, you turned your face back up towards the sky as you reached down to slip your shoes and socks off, tossing them off the play structure onto the wood chips scattered across the ground. “You look beautiful up there.” You hadn’t noticed James approach you, but he was now standing at the foot of the play structure, looking up at you. “Come up here with me Jamie, please?” You pleaded, tugging on his arm. “How could I deny you anything?” “Simple,” You responded, “You can’t.” Pushing himself up onto the structure he tried to envelop you in his arms but you squirmed away, giggling. As you ran toward the slide at the opposite end of the playground he broke out into a run after you, purposefully keeping his strides short to give you the upper hand. Breaking out into a sprint as soon as your feet touched the ground you raced towards the open field, James hot on your heels. He chased you around the perimeter of the grassy clearing, the two of you yelling at each other and laughing until your lungs hurt when he finally caught you in his arms, trying to get you as close to him as possible. He loved the feeling of your body against his more than he loved life itself. Or even Sirius. “What should I do with you now that I’ve captured you?” He mused tauntingly, tightening his grip on you. “Well I know one thing you could do to me.” You murmured. “(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), get your mind out of the gutter Miss,” “Make me.” You teased, wiggling in his grasp. “I know what’ll fix your attitude.” James declared, adjusting his so his arms were around your waist instead of one there and one wrapped around your shoulders. “And what’s that?” “A nice February swim!” He roared jovially, hefting you over his shoulder as he bounded towards the fountain located on the east side of the park. “Jamie!” You shrieked as you bounced against him, “Slow down.” “Sorry Princess,” He huffed once you reached the fountain, he carefully lifted you off his shoulder and sat you down on the ledge of the water feature as he kneeled before you, hands pressing against your thighs. “Come on baby, go swimming with me?” “Course.” You smiled as you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it somewhere over Jamie’s shoulder. You didn’t bother watching where it landed, too enraptured with the gorgeous boy on his knees in front of you. “You look gorgeous (Y/N).” He murmured, taking it the sight of your bare stomach and chest clad in a lacy lavender bra. “I let you see mine, now get your shirt off Potter!” You commanded impatiently, you loved James all the time, but you especially loved James shirtless. “Okay, okay woman, calm down, I'm moving.” He playfully chastised shrugging off his jacket which you just now realised was his varsity jacket, his last name emblazoned across the back of it. When he caught you staring at him he teasingly played with the hem of his shirt, rolling it in the tips of his fingers until you lightly kicked his bent knee. He then discarded his pants, throwing them and his shirt somewhere to his right, carefully laying his jacket on a bench a few feet away he was left only in his boxers and you took this time to appreciate how his skin shown in the moonlight, his darker complexion brilliant in the darkness of the park. “You wanna keep your shorts on? He lilted, moving towards where you sat on the bench encircling the fountain. You nodded in response, not wanting to be so vulnerable in such a public space. “Okay baby sounds good.” James leaned in towards you pressing his lips to yours before he scooped you into his arms before stepping into the fountain, even though it was warm ish outside the water of the fountain hadn’t had enough time to truly heat up because the water that lapped at his midcalf almost had him feeling bad for what he did next. Which was dropping you into the freezing cold water, keeping you upright by his hold on your shoulders before you were able to ground yourself on the floor of the fountain. With water sprouting up from the top and cascading down 4 smaller tiers reminiscent of bird baths, getting larger and larger in radius as they went down, cold water nipped at your skin. “Agh!” You shrieked, “It’s freezing!” “Calm down drama queen!” James snorted, “Little cold water never hurt anybody.” “Speak for yourself!” Screaming as James bent down to splash you with water you tried to run away resulting in you falling backwards onto your bum. “You okay baby?” James asked nervously bending down next to you, surveying your near naked body for any cuts or bruises. Your response came as you looped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, submerging the entirety of his body in the chilly water. He quickly pulled you down with him so that your head was submerged, your hair billowing out around you in the water. When you pulled back up to the surface your wet hair was plastered to your face. And though you were cold, wet, and maybe a little banged up your heart was aflame, this had been exactly what you needed, to run around like a little kid and lose yourself, if only for a little while. Glancing back down your jaw dropped, the light coming from the fountain walls made the shadows of the water reflect on James’ dark skin making him look even more beautiful, like something out of a book. He took your temporary lapse as an opportunity to flip you around so that he was on top of you, he thought you were always stunning but something about you beneath him made you shine like nothing else he’d ever seen. Taking good care to make sure your head didn’t bump against the fountain, and that your head was above water, he trailed kisses from your temple to your jaw. When he reached your chin the second freight train of the night hit him head on and he stuck out his tongue licking from the point of your chin, up your lips, the bridge of your nose, and up your forehead until he reached your hair line where he left one more gentle kiss. “James Potter!” You shrieked, a giggling mess, “What the hell?” He lifted himself off you so he could once again scoop you into his arms, “Come on my little water nymph, let’s get you dry, don’t need you getting sick on me.” “Think you should’ve thought about that before you dunked me into the fountain in nothing but my bra and shorts.” You retaliated to which he only rolled his eyes, before shaking his head like a wet dog. “I swear to God Potter, you’re a Golden Retriever.” “Hmh?” He asked, stepping out of the fountain. “Playful, loyal, energetic, smart.” You explained, planting a kiss on his nose. “Shaking off to dry like a fucking dog.” “You love me.” He grinned, like the thought was just now hitting him, like you hadn’t said it already multiple times that night. “That I do Potter.” You agreed as he set you down on the bench where he had laid his jacket, taking care to slip your arms into it one at a time he pulled it close to your body to keep you warm before coming up behind you, tipping your head back so he could wring the excess water out of it, taking this as an opportunity to kiss the hollow of your throat to which you hummed. Upon slipping on his previously discarded pants and shirt, an endeavor you watched very closely, not wanting to miss a second of how his muscles shifted underneath his smooth, taut skin, he sat down next to you. “It’s a beautiful night.” “That it is.” You agreed. The two of you sat there for a moment before James carefully stood up, “Where are you going Jamie? Too tired now, m’done playing.” “I know angel, come on, not gonna play, just get more comfortable.” He soothed, taking you by the hand and walking you over to a set of fairly new monkey bars. Picking you up from the bottom of your thighs he pushed you up and above his shoulders to sit on top of the monkey bars and you were reminded why it sometimes came in handy to be dating the captain of the football team. Swinging up next to you on the monkey bars he slid his arm around your shoulders, both of your legs meeting the edge of the cold metal at the bend of your knees, your bodies there down hanging off leaving the both of you on your backs staring up at the unusually starry night sky. “There’s Orion.” You lifted your arm to point out the constellation, “ Surprised we can see so many.” You marvelled. “It is rather pretty.” “‘Rather pretty’?” You gasped exasperated with the boy next to you, “It’s not just ‘rather pretty’, it's gorgeous!” You corrected with a huff, turning your visage back up towards the heavens. “Eh,” He shrugged, “I’ve seen better.” “I swear to God, James Fleamont Potter if you say ‘You’re prettier than any constellation’ I’m going to push you off these monkey bars.” A chuckle pushed its way past his lips as he brushed his lips along the part of your hair, “You know me too well don’t you (L/N).” “Yeah, I’ve got your number Mister.” James pulled out his phone to check the time, “Hey baby, it’s midnight.” He whispered in your ear, turning his phone screen so you could read the time. “Happy Saturday my darling boy.” “Happy Saturday Princess, let’s get you home.”

Note: I know in my initial ask on @/randomoutsiders you guys went home and more fluff ensued. Maybe a part two?

tagging: @randomoutsiders​ 

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Happy Birthday @goddessofmischief03 I'M SORRY THIS IS YOUR PRESENT FROM ME!

Part 8

The pair of you drove for hours. Zemo didn't care about where you wanted to stop. All you had to do was say the word and he would pull over here and there. You had taken so many photos on your phone. Though a lot of them were just of him. Maybe you would get those printed and make an album. Maybe you were just getting carried away.

The evening rolled in. The wicked woman had texted you an hour ago to state what time she wanted to meet you. Zemo had dropped you off, kissing you before letting you go. He left to meet with Sam, hoping to get his forgotten car back home.

You entered the bar. It was pretty empty, finding her wasn't hard. Lucky for you, she was alone. You took a deep breath as you walked over to her table and sat down, but not even offering her a smile.

On the table right in front of her was a file. That scared you. Whatever this was about, she was serious. You tried to keep your emotions at bay as you sat still, hands in your lap. You stared at her.

She stared back.

"You came," she said, almost as if she expected you not to.

"Of course I did, I'm not a horrible person who stands people up. Even if I'm here for nonsense."

She narrows her eyes at you.

"Neither am I."

"You're right. You're just blind," you cross your arms over your chest and ignore the waiter who brings you each a glass of water.

"I'm not the blind one," she hisses after he leaves.

"No? What kind of sick game are you playing here? Tony Stark isn't in love with you. It's all a publicity stunt."

"It's not!"

"See? You're blind to the truth. You're being lured in by the fact you admire him. You have been a fan of racing much longer than I. You have seen Stark win over and over again, season after season. You're in love with the idea of dating a professional racer."

She looks pissed.

"It's all lies. You know nothing. I'll show you who that man really is. Chasing Zemo is a mistake. You'll regret ever knowing him after you learn the truth."

"What truth? What are you talking about?" You try to resist raising your voice.

"This!" She slams a hand over the file.

"What is it? What's in there?"

She hands the file to you. You take it, but don't yet open it. You stare at her. On the outside you look cold, calculating. On the inside, your heart is racing and a million thoughts are running through your head. You're freaking out.

"What had Helmut Zemo told you?" She asks, looking you in the eye.

"About what?"

"About him."

"Not a lot. He is wealthy. Has houses all around Europe, owns a large collection of cars that have been passed down through his family. He doesn't have a large racing background, but he is passionate about cars." You shrug, not knowing what else to say.

"So he didn't you he was a Baron? That his family was literally royalty before Sokovia surrendered in the war? He wasn't even in the county when it collapsed. That's why he doesn't talk about it. His family is dead."

"Why are you telling me this? I know about Sokovia, it was global news. A whole country destroyed in the crossfire. If you have any respect for the dead, you'll stop talking about his family that way," you say, glaring at her.

"I'm not done. Open the file."

You glare a moment longer before you open the file. You look down at the first page you're presented with.

"Who is that?"

There was a photo of a young man. Dirty blonde hair, tall, blue eyes, sweet smile.

"That's Pietro Maximoff," she tells you that name as if you should know who he is.

"Who is he?"

"Pietro Maximoff was a racer."

"Was?"

"He died." She reaches across the table and points to some information below his photo. You can't the words on the page.

Pietro Maximoff

Deceased

Died on impact

Cause: Car accident.

Speculation of foul play by the hands of Helmut Zemo. Car appeared to have been tampered with before hand. Witness testified to sighting of Zemo tampering with car. No solid evidence provided.

You stared at the words, letting them sink in. The woman across from you says nothing as you scan the ink before you.

You swallow.

"It says no evidence was provided."

"There doesn't need to be. He was seen."

"Why who?"

"No one knows. They remained anonymous," she shrugs lightly.

"What are you trying to tell me?" You look at her. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back your emotions.

"Baron Helmut Zemo killed Pietro Maximoff because Maximoff was his competition. Zemo has raced before, but his career was cut short after this. Unfortunately there was no actual proof to pin on him, the witness only had their statement. Maximoff was the next big racer and Zemo dealt with him."

You stand abruptly.

"No."

"Zemo is a murderer," she tells you.

"Stop, please."

"He didn't tell you any of this did he?"

"You're lying."

"All the evidence is in that folder."

The tears fall. You shake your head and try to control your breathing. She's lying. She has to be.

"Stark told me everything. He even provided the information."

You shake your head again.

"I don't believe it. Why are you doing this to me? Is this your sick way of getting back at me? This is cruel. This is so cruel."

"It's the truth. You won't find anything by looking up the Baron, but if you look up Pietro Maximoff you'll find the story. Zemo killed a man so he could win. What's stopping him from doing it again?"

"Are you implying he would kill Stark? Are you insane?" You almost yell.

"He has killed a man before. What's once more?" She asks, angrily hissing out the words.

"Please don't do this to me," you plead.

"Read it. Accept it. It's true. They might not have anything solid on him, but you know as well as I that it's true."

You shake your head a third time.

"Look at it. Read the articles." She moves the file on Pietro over and underneath is a newspaper article.

Racing star, Pietro Maximoff dies in horrific accident

Baron Helmut Zemo disqualified from racing season over foul play speculation.

Helmut Zemo to stand trial

Baron Zemo walks free

"He wasn't found guilty of anything."

"I said it doesn't matter! He did it. Everyone knows he did it."

"You can't just give around accusing people of murder," you his quietly. You had sat back down, not wanting anyone to see your rage.

"Open your eyes."

"You don't know him," you say, voice falling to defeat.

"You don't know Tony Stark."

"I know him better than you." You close the file. "Do not ever come at me with this. Unless you have hard evidence that Zemo was there and had done what he was accused of, I won't believe you."

"You say that now, but trust me. You're going to come around," she gathers the file and stands up.

You watch her storm away.

You bite your cheek as tears fall. Taking out your phone, you search up Pietro Maximoff.

Zemo's name popped up several times.

He really has been accused of killing this young man.

Why did your chest hurt so much?

Maybe you should have asked him earlier when the thought crossed your mind.

You continue to sit at that table, ordering a drink mindlessly when the waiter comes over. It's all you have.

You look at the photo of Pietro on your phone. He had to be in his early twenties. Probably the youngest racer you had come across so far.

You sit there for ages, slowing drinking.

Your phone then starts to ring. You stare at the name lighting up your screen.

Zemo👑

Did you dare answer?

Having spent too long trying to decide, it clicks off. You stare at the screen. It lights up a second time.

Zemo👑

He must be worried. Yet, looking at his name flashing up on screen, dread fills you. Yob your phone, leave money for the drink, and make your way out.

The cold air of the night feels sharp and bitter against your skin. When did it get so cold? Or was that just you?

There was no one out here.

You're not sure if you felt glad about that. Your phone rings again. You know he'll be coming to pick you up, especially if you don't answer his call.

You swipe the call button and hold the phone up to your ear.

"Y/N? Thank goodness, you were not picking up. I was worried something bad happened. I'm on my way to you now, are you alright?"

You listen to his worried words. You stand there wondering who it was you were actually talking to.

"Y/N? Are you there?"

There is panic to his voice.

"Zemo..."

"Y/N? What is it? What's happened?"

You just knew he was picking up the speed right now. He was going to do anything to get to you now.

"Have you been honest with me?"

"What do you mean? Of course I have."

Lies. He is lying. That little voice in the back of your mind is repeating that to you. Lies.

You begin to cry.

"Who is Pietro Maximoff?"

Silence.

"Zemo, who is Pietro Maximoff?"

"How do you know that name?"

"Who is he?"

More silence.

You sob into the phone. His silence was an answer. He knew who you were talking about and your mind spiraled out of control.

He's dangerous. Stark was right.

You hang up. You turn your gaze down the street and decide to walk. You needed air.

Zemo was losing his mind. That wicked woman! What had she told you? Why had she brought that up?

When he realised you had hung up, he put his foot down. He had to get to you. He had to explain, he had to tell you himself.

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't.

This is not how he had imagined his night to go. Suddenly, things were falling apart.

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long post ahead, Regarding Security Breach;

i think a lot of (usually rlly young ppl) dont understand how payment for a game (or anything) exactly works, you dont pay to Pay The artists or Developers or programmers n producers, their payment has already been budgeted and given when it comes to studios (for indie devs that work alone, you ARE basically paying them for the work they did basically for free) , a percentage goes to distribution , another goes to investors n shareholders , the rest is more to MAINTAIN a studio up and replenish the resources and budget spent so they can , hopefully, work on something else, get a bonus, ya know all that stuff, royalties n all, its like presenting a project n waiting for the grade so you can pass the year in the same school.

when a game fails to do profits, it doesnt mean that the studio´s work wasnt paid, it means that the studio probably will not be able to keep its production open , especially if the investors n shareholders decide that its not worth investing on them anymore (see every small studio purchased by conglomerates that make them pump out a game n then shut them down because they rather liquefy the asset than do any progress) 

now when it comes to Steel Wool. you can safely bet that Cawthon´s place in the management hierarchy is more likely relegated to shareholder and story producer/writer whatever , you cannot really expect him to gain more than He already does because i am sure he invested in a proper accountant and a lot of assets in the past fucking, 6 years , hes not dumb , he probably has a lot of money around that he can happily sit on in his retirement from “working” , you cannot really uh, get that time or money back. He probably will pull PR stunts on the coming years to make himself look “less” of a old man fundamentalist republican that i will remind you, voted for trump, i dont give a shit about him. I do not think Steel Wool should be “holding the burden” of having him as his largest public image i think they deserve to make a better image of themselves, its not fair for people who only had One project out , thats my opinion

i am not telling you what to think, but i am explaining a bit of stuff so ppl out there can understand how these systems work a bit better, you put your money where you want it to , pirate it or not, the studio Has Been paid for their work , and i doubt this will be a game that doesnt return profit, like holy shit its THE HOLIDAY SEASON and the game is gonna be 40 BUCKS and ITS 70 GYGABYTES OF CONTENT. the past games have been a quarter of content and even less of a quarter of price and theyve been insanely sucessful. dont let it weight on your mind this much when you can see the bigger picture. Be responsible. 

Also dont, harass people over whether they pirate it or not its fucking fnaf game for god´s sake , do something more productive with your time and money in actually supporting marginalized groups instead of popping a vein over a videogame that will be relevant for a year or two until something else comes. NO DISCUSSIONS THIS ISNT A PLACE OF DISCUSSIONS OVER SCOTT IM JUST INFORMING THE PUBLIC ABOUT BASICS IN PAYMENT N ECONOMICS THATS IT 

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Chapter 4 - New Friendships

pairing: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks

A/N: Hi friends! Sorry I’ve been MIA, life was super busy and then I went on a much needed vacay but I’m BACK!

Warnings: Mention of death

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*Drake’s POV*

ch 4

*Drake’s POV*

“So you mean to tell me, you’ve never watched Friends?” Riley had her mouth open in a smile, looking offended. “Never. I didn’t watch a lot of television growing up!” “Ugh, the poor life of Drake.” She shook her head, taking another bite of her food.

Riley had invited me into her apartment and as worried as I was about it being awkward, she made conversation so easy. “Alright, let’s get to the deep stuff.” She said. “Tell me why New York.” Unsure how to exactly go about why, I thought for a moment.

“Well, let’s see. I think I was just ready for change. I’m twenty-six. I’ve lived my entirety under the roof of someone else’s home, coming and going as I please. Though Cordonia will always be home, I just needed to get away for a while. I may go back one day, I may not. New York was the place I felt most comfortable with, we’d visited a few times. How about you? Are you from New York?” There was no need to go into depth about the fact that I actually lived in the palace with Liam, but Liam was making steps in his life, he was married, he was king, and it was time for me to take a hold of my own reigns. As much as Liam reassured me to stay, I knew it was time to go.

“I’m actually from North Carolina.” Riley said. “I moved here for college. It was the whole small town girl gets out of town situation. Life was messy, and I decided here. My mom had family here, so it wasn’t like I couldn’t call someone for help if I were in trouble, but I was far enough away to gain independence.” I nodded as she sat back in her chair and played with the place mat on her table. “So you went to college?” “I dropped out, actually.” “Hey, I did too.”

Riley looked at me, questioning. “Did you go to school in the US?” “Yeah, actually. Only for two years.” “I dropped out after two years. Why’d you drop out?” Riley asked. I room a deep breath, recognizing the truth wouldn’t make a whole lot of sense. Maybe too heavy of a conversation for now. Like, hey, yeah, there were some assassination attempts going on and Liam was severely depressed so his brother begged me to come back and I did, just like I always do. “Just realized college wasn’t for me.” I shrugged.

“Understandable.” Riley replied. “How about you?” “Uh, well, my mom passed away. I just couldn’t focus anymore. I got really depressed, stopped going to classes, and made the decision that I probably shouldn’t pay money for an education I wasn’t receiving. So I dropped out.” I studied Riley, noticing tears brimming her eyelids. “Want anything to drink? I’ve got whiskey, wine, water, soda, anything?”

I cleared my throat, recognizing that the conversation did get heavy. “Uh, whiskey, huh?” I asked. “My choice of drink,

actually.” She said with a grin. The tears were no longer in his bright green eyes. “I’ll take whiskey.”

Riley grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet to pour. She turned around to sit down, handing me a glass. “Hey, I know what it’s like.” I finally said. “Hm?” “To lose a parent. I know what that’s like. I’m sorry you had to go through it.” “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to, too.” She gave me an empathetic smile. “To new friendships?” Riley held her glass out. “To new friendships.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers.

Listening to Riley talk was... comfortable. Watching her eyes widen, talking about things she loved, seeing her shake her head at my inexperience of television shows and movies. She laughed a lot, but her laugh was contagious. “You’re not the brooding man I remember.” She had said. I guess the brooding man was actually enjoying the company.

When Riley asked me to talk, it was hard not to just tell her everything. She laced her fingers around her glass, looked at me, studied me, commented, and just listened. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, she was still in her work clothes, but it made me remember her that night.

Thinking of that night sent pings of jealousy through me. I wasn’t angry at anyone but myself. I thought back to how Maxwell said that Riley didn’t want any part of royalty, and how insane it would be for her to go to a whole new country she’d never even heard of and try her hand at running it. I wondered if things would have been different if I had made the move. Would it have been a one night stand? Would it have created a friendship, though that wasn’t the in the rules of one night stands? There was so much left undone and said because I was too much of a coward to say, “hey Liam, can I call dibs?” I felt like a schoolboy even having these thoughts.

As the conversations continued, I caught a glance at the clock on the stove. It was already ten. How did the time go by so fast? “Well, I should probably be heading to bed. Got a long day of job searching in front of me tomorrow.” I said. “Me too, work calls for another day tomorrow.” We both stood up. I grabbed her plate and her glass. “Hey, I can get my stuff. You’re the guest.” “You were kind enough to invite me, I insist.” I walked over to the sink to wash the glasses, but she promptly told me to sit them down in the sink. “Fine, fine. But next time...” I said with a laugh. “So there will be a next time!” Riley joked.

As she walked me to the door, she stopped me. “Wait, give me your phone.” “Hm?” I looked down at her, confused. “I figured my number could be helpful if you need any tips around town or if you want someone to eat dinner with again.” She said with a giggle. “Oh, right.” I handed her my phone as she typed away. “There you go.” “Thank you, Riley. For keeping me company and good conversation.” “I can only thank you too. It was nice to talk to someone instead of stare at the walls while I chew.”

I walked into my apartment, closing the door and immediately falling back on my couch. Oh, Riley, you’re going to be trouble. The vision of her sitting across from me wouldn’t leave my mind. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked down to see my sister, Savannah, calling.

“Savannah? Isn’t it like 4:30 in the morning there?” I asked. “Yeah, but I’m up with the Bartie and I just wanted to check in and see how things were.” She said. “Hey Uncle Dwake.” “Hey bud.” I smiled at the small voice coming over the phone. “He misses you so much.” Savannah said with a small laugh. “I miss you guys.” “Are you settling in?” “I’m trying. It’s different, that’s for sure.” “You’ll get through it. If I could do it, you can. You know home is always waiting for you.” “I know, Sav. I think it’s good for me though.” “I agree, even if I do miss my big brother. But I’ll let you go. You call me sometime, okay?” “I will. Love you.” “Love you. Talk to you soon.”

I hung up the phone, but immediately searched through my contacts. I typed in R, instantly seeing “Riley Brooks” pop up. So, Brooks is her last name. Do I text her and tell her thank you? Or tell her who’s number this is? Gosh, Drake, you’re like a infatuated ninth grader.

Drake: Hey Riley, this is Drake. Just wanted to thank you again for having me over

I instantly saw three bubbles pop up.

Riley: anytime :) what’s your last name, by the way?

Drake: Now that’s giving away too much information now lol

Riley: that’s where you cross the line? oh how unfortunate!

Drake: I guess I’ll cross it one more time for you. Its Walker.

Riley: goodnight, Drake Walker

Drake: Goodnight, Brooks

I laid my phone face down on the couch next to me, and turned on the television. Back home, we never watched much unless it was sports. I clicked on my new Netflix account and scrolled through the television shows. That’s when I came across what Riley said was her favorite show, Friends. I hovered over it, smirking at Riley’s reaction to me having never watched it.

I clicked on the first episode.