hmm should i see if it will happen a third time

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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playing with fire | (m)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

• pairing: jeon jungkook x reader, college! jungkook
genre/warnings: smut, explicit sexual descriptions, exhibitionist themes, slightly-sub! jungkook, switch themes, oral sex, face sitting
• words: 8,460
→ summary: jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…

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Ten Years (Part 13 - End!)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,380 ( I mean…)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: I hope you guys love the fluff. Thanks for sticking with me, and for reading, and for all your sweet messages. <3

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by e2barryallen

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B.A.P Reactions To You Wanting To Spend The Night


The pitter patter of rain against the window, came as comfort to you as you snuggled closer to Yongguk on the couch. 

“You should probably go soon,” he whispered, as he soothed circles down your back.

“I don’t want to,” you whined as you dug your head into his chest. Yongguk’s embrace is what you missed the most whenever he was away on tour which is why you treasured it the most when he was home. His familiar scent instantly made you relax and the warmth and strength of his arms around you seemed to lull you closer and closer to sleep. You could stay in his arms forever.

“I want to hold you longer too but it’s getting late,” he frowned, obviously worried about letting you leave too late.

You arched your head back to look at him and shot him a shy smile before you hesitantly asked, “how about I stay over? I mean only if you want it’s just-”

But before you could continue he softly placed a kiss on your nose and looked down with a wide gummy smile, “Of course. I’d love that.”

Originally posted by mancrushallweek


You let out a content sigh as you sat beside Himchan, the park bench now warmed from the heat of the summer’s sun, warming your exposed legs. Himchan held both of your ice cream cones as you took the chance to stretch your legs out, tired from walking around the mall all day. 

“Today was so much fun,” you told Himchan as you turned to him with a big smile. 

“Do you want to go anywhere else after this?” He asked as he passed you your ice cream.

You wanted to spend more time with but you were also tired and wanted to rest. Your eyebrows raised as you suddenly thought of how you could do both, “Himchan?”


“How about I spend the night at your place? We could watch movies  and I can even make popcorn and on top of all that we can cuddle!” 

He let out a small laugh as he saw the excitement etched on your face. He couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as he thought about holding you until you fell asleep. He knew he’d finally  sleep well, knowing he’d have you by his side. He nodded in agreement with a smile and kissed you on the cheek.

Originally posted by frogger-heejun


The sun had just begun to set, when both you and Daehyun decided to head home after spending the day at the beach. You yawned as you entered the car, beyond tired from the fun of the day. 

On his way to drop you off, your head had began to nod off. You were having a hard time keeping your eyes open, and eventually not being able to fight off the drowsiness much longer, you had fallen asleep. 

Daehyun had just stopped in front of your apartment, when he turned to look at you only to find you fast asleep. He smiled softly, finding your sleeping form incredibly cute. He gently moved a strand of your hair away from your face before he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Awakened by the soft touch of his lips, you looked at him with hazy eyes, “are we already here?”

He nodded and you let out a small whine, “I wanted to spend more time with you I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

He let out a small laugh, “don’t be.”

“How about I spend the night at your place? It’s only 5 minutes from here,” you asked with a hopeful smile and Daehyun couldn’t help but agree with an adoring smile.

Originally posted by daehyunsgiggle


You don’t know when you had begun to doze off. You and Youngjae had been laying on his bed talking about everything possible. Both of you were so engaged, that neither of you had noticed how late it had gotten until your eyes betrayed you and began to shut close.

Youngjae had his head propped with his arm as he stared down at your peaceful sleeping face. He always loved watching you sleep. You looked so serene. 

When you turned your body towards him in your sleep, unconsciously searching for his heat, he draped an arm around you and held you closer.

“Jagiya,” he whispered softly and he felt you stir.

“You should leave now if you’re going to go home, before it gets any later,” he didn’t want to wake you up but he also didn’t want you driving so late.

“Can I stay over?” You murmured sleepily as you dug your head closer to his chest.

Youngjae answered by pulling a blanket over the two of you and leaning over to shut off the lamp beside the bed before joining you and getting comfortable,  falling asleep with you in his arms.

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact


“Uh-can I stay over…?” You asked Jongup, as you hesitantly met his hard eyes. 

Staying over was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it happened so often that you now had a hard time sleeping without him holding you. However, the air between you two was tense today. 

You inwardly sighed, it was your fault that you had fought. You had been acting like his mother when you began to nitpick his choice of food. You knew he didn’t like it when you criticized any of the small things he did but you had been worried. You wanted to make sure he was eating properly even when you weren’t around.

“It’s late,” you whispered, knowing it’d make him give in. If there was anyone more that hated you walking home at night than you, it was him.

He let out a sigh as his eyes softened, “of course you can.”

"Listen Jongup, I’m sorry. I know I was being too much I just get worried about you,” you told him with a soft smiled which he returned, his anger subsiding within seconds.

“I know,” he said as he pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry I got mad. Let’s just sleep, okay?”

Originally posted by ab1004


You let out a yawn as you snuggled closer to Junhong.

“Are you sure I can stay over?” You asked for the third time which made him laugh.

“Of course I’m sure. The members won’t mind,” he reassured you, as he kissed the top of your head.

You simply nodded as you felt yourself drifting in and out of sleep. The heat radiating from Junhong’s body was beginning to lull you to sleep, but you forced your eyes to stay open.

Junhong noticed, “you can’t fall asleep?”

“No, it’s not that it’s just-,” you looked up at him with a smile, “I want you to fall asleep first.”

He raised his eyebrows, “what?”

Your cheeks flushed with a tinge of shyness as you confessed, “I always fall asleep before you and you always wake up before me too so I never get to actually see you sleep.”

“and you want to?” He asked, you could hear the tinge of amusement in his voice.

“Of course I do! I want to see whether you snore or not too,” You let out a small laugh.

“Okay Jagiya if that’s what you want,” he said before closing his and pulling you closer towards him, “good night, I love you.”

Originally posted by choijnuhong


Y’all don’t know how hard I struggled to not to make this suggestive jfc. I hope it turned out okay and if it didn’t I’m sorry! It’s become harder for me to write fluff lol

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{PART 5} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’re hesitant to reveal your painful past to Jungkook, but time gets cut dreadfully short when Jungkook excuses himself upon receiving an interesting phone call.

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Part Two

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: not really, except Jughead may be slightly ooc but just a little

Summary: Jughead is reunited with (Y/N), after meeting her in juvy six years previous.

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“Max, you can’t just pick all the vegetables out,” (Y/N) scolded, as her brother pulled a ketchup-soaked lettuce leaf from his burger and dropped it onto the side of his plate, where it fell with a wet splat.

“Wa-watch me,” Max stuttered smugly.

(Y/N) didn’t force the issue. She watched him take a huge gulp of his milkshake then screw his eyes shut against the brain freeze. In the soft neon glow of the diner, Max couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s brother, with his (Y/H/C) hair falling in his (Y/E/C) eyes, he was (Y/N). Minus the criminal record.

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K A I R O S | 01 |


(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU. 

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Word count: 3 352

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“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”


Cliche is underrated. 

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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Not the One

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Raphael x Reader

Not the One

Prompt: It was hella long and hella good and basically, it’s a soulmate AU with a twist and aaaaaaaaaah I’m in love with this idea.

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAH I’M DYINGGGGG I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THISSSSSSS. Edit: this took so much longer than intended, but it came out a lot longer than I intended too, so…

@wumperin @brayden1616

“Yer kidding. A week. We have an entire week like this?” Raph looked at his very human fingers on his very human hands attached to his very (temporarily) human body. “An entire week?”

“Possibly longer.” Donatello scanned himself and his brothers. What had been a lab accident while handling the purple ooze had resulted in whatever this was. Raph had another concern. His soulmate timer was within hours now, and maybe being like this would help him meet the person he was meant to spend his entire life with.

“So…” Leo tried to come up with a plan. But if he was being honest, he had no idea how to handle this.

“We’ve gotta seize the opportunity, dudes. We’re only ever going to be normal once, we have to take advantage of it.”

“And?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

“We’re gonna go to school.”


“So these are your…” The counselor from the high school looked up to April and Casey, the boys standing in a line behind them.

“These are my nephews.” April said. “They’re kind of transfer students, but only for a week or so. It’s part of a program to let Queens students experience what school is like in the rest of New York City.”

“Sounds doable. Do you have their grades and records and such on hand, or do I need to contact their other school for the information?”

“It should all be here, but I can call Principal Mayweather if we’re missing anything.” April pushed her glasses up her nose and handed the counselor a flash drive Donnie had thrown together that morning.

“Great. Thank you so much.”

Raph glanced down at his timer. Minutes. Minutes now. The counselor gave them their schedules and sent them on their way. It was about ten minutes until class was supposed to start, and about ten until Raph was supposed to meet his soulmate. God, his heart was racing in his unusual human chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

April and Casey said goodbye to the boys and told them they’d come pick them up after school. Next, they attempted to find their lockers. All the way up on the third floor above the art wing. Raph scanned the numbers for the four that belonged to himself and his brothers. It took a few minutes, but they found them. God, combination locks were confusing, but Donnie helped him figure it out with his clumsy human fingers. He wasn’t used to having so many. What were the extra two good for anyway?

He grabbed his math book and his notebook and calculator and dumped it into the red backpack that sort of made him feel like he had a shell again. It was a comforting weight, sort of. It gave an illusion that he was still who he had always been, despite looking and feeling so different now. Needing all of the same core classes meant that the boys were together for their first two hours, but they broke off in the afternoon to do the specials they had chosen.

So off they headed to Geometry, where they were sure Donnie would have to explain everything to them. When they got to the classroom, they were greeted by a group of fresh faces. Nerds, jocks, preps, goths, rockers, it seemed that everyone was represented. A few of the girls whispered to one another, subtly pointing to the group of attractive boys in front of them and giggling about the endless possibilities.

“Transfer students, huh? There are some seats over there in the back of the room. What are your names?”

“Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo.” Leo answered. Mrs. Russo’s skeptical face told them he should have given her their nicknames instead. “Our uh, parents are huge art geeks.” He offered.

“I can tell. Well, Renaissance gang, you can sit in the four seats to the left of Ms. (L/N). (Y/N), raise your hand please.”

You didn’t lower the book from your face when you raised your hand. Raph didn’t know what it was about you that was throwing him off, but there was something there. It felt like a wire had wrapped around his heart and was starting to squeeze. Great. A heart attack what- twenty seconds- before he met his soulmate. Wonderful.

He walked over and took the seat beside you, his brothers settling into the other seats. As the bell rang to signal class had started, you folded your bookmark into the center of the book and set it on the desk beside your math stuff. Finally, you glanced over at Raph just as his counter hit zero.

His green eyes widened as he took in everything about you. The cute black plastic frames that sat on your nose, the perfect bun of soft locks that sat atop your head, the music notes painted onto your fingernails and the piano key suspenders that held up your black skirt. You were so goddamned cute he could barely stand it. His heart hammered in his chest. And then he spotted the timer on your wrist.

You still had ten days left.

He looked around to see if anyone else had finished their timer, but there wasn’t anyone. Just him.

“You’re the new kids?” You asked. God, your voice was so sweet. It hurt. Maybe you weren’t meant to be with him, but he knew with all of his beating heart that he was meant to be with you.

“Y-yeah.” Raph replied. “I’m Raphael. Call me Raph.” He smiled at your unknowing gaze. You didn’t know how much you had crushed him in the instants he had known you.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” His eyes wandered to the book on your desk.

“What’cha reading?”

Beastly.” You replied, handing him the worn book. “I’ve read it like seven thousand times. It’s honestly amazing. I’m in love with Beauty and the Beast, so this is just- ugh it’s so good.”

“Hmm.” He flipped through the pages before handing it back to you. “I’ll have ta check it out sometime. Never seen it.”

“You what?! We’ve gotta change that.” You smiled at the little interaction.

“Might just have to take ya up on that offer.” He grinned. You felt your heart melt a little.

Mrs. Russo started the lesson, and it didn’t take long for Raph to become completely and utterly confused. Donnie was busy helping Mikey and Leo seemed to understand what was happening, but Raph was so lost. And based on the notes on your page, you seemed to get it.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Can you uh, I don’t get it.”

“Sure!” you nodded. “What do you need help with?”

“How are ya supposed to use the whatever-it-is to find the side? I keep getting’ the wrong numbers.”

“Okay so this is the hypotenuse.”


“And so you just add the squares of the other sides to-”

“This is a triangle, what do squares have to do with it?” he asked. You giggled.

“You’ve never taken Geometry before, have you?”

“How’d ya guess?” he offered a sheepish chuckle and shook his head. “It may as well be written in Chinese.”

“Well, tell you what, I don’t have any plans after school. If you need a tutor, you could come to my apartment. We’ll watch Beauty and the Beast and do math. Two birds in one stone.”

“Sounds great.” He felt his heart start hammering again and wished it would stop. He couldn’t have you. You weren’t his to have. He wasn’t your soulmate. The universe didn’t care about his feelings. And yet, he accepted the invitation knowing full well that the more he built up momentum, the harder he’d fall when he lost you.


“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie.” You told him as you sat down with the popcorn on the couch of your apartment. The math was done, and now all that was left was to expose him to the movie you held nearest and dearest to your heart.

“Grew up with four boys, there’s not a whole lot of Disneying that goes on.”

“Well, I guess that’s what I’m around for, right?” You asked, tossing a few kernels of fluffy popcorn into your mouth. Raph grabbed a handful too.

“Guess so. That and math assistance.” He chuckled. You pressed play and draped a blanket over your legs and his. You had only met Raph that afternoon, but it felt like you had known him for years. Maybe he was just meant to be your best friend. Maybe there was a secret internal clock that had stopped ticking while the one counting down her true love was still running.

As the movie started, Raph watched every second. He loved every minute of it, but maybe only because he had you beside him, reciting every word right along with it. He was surprised the DVD even worked at all with how many times you had probably watched it. It was unhealthy, but this perfect little quirk was one of the many things he’d miss when he’d have to let you go.


After morning classes the next day, you found Raph and his brothers at lunch and took a seat with them instead of sitting with your other friends as you usually did. The other three smiled at you. They had talked to Raph the night before in a conversation that had basically consisted of Raph telling them about his soulmate that wasn’t his soulmate and the movie they had watched about loving people beyond their exterior. Donnie had called it beautifully tragic and pretty damn ironic. Raph agreed. But he was determined to be friends with you at least. He wanted to get to know you. He’d rather know you for a week and then never see you again than never know you for who you really were before it was too late.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey (Y/N),” Raph grinned.

“So, I figured, if this is your only week here, we’ve gotta make the best of it. Mall. Tonight. Do you have plans?”

“No.” Leo answered. “No plans.”

“Good. I have a car. Meet me by my locker after school.”

“All right, angelcakes.” Mikey winked. “We’ll be there.”


Here they were. The mall. It wasn’t what they had expected, but in a way, it was. There were pretzel stands and pop-up Chinese food places, a bunch of clothing stores that they could smell from the other end of the mall, and of course the movie theater. You and the boys nestled into the corner booth of the food court with giant pretzels, nachos, and giant red slushies. And they just watched.

“You guys act like you’ve never been to a mall before.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your slushy. They offered apologetic shrugs.

“Would it be bad if we told ya we haven’t?” Raph asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?! This trip has taken on a new importance. After we finish these pretzels, we have a mission.”

“What are we gonna do?” Leo asked.


You had promised everything, and you had pretty much delivered. Hollister? Check. Target? Check. The arcade? Check. Photo booth? Check. Movie? In progress. Raph as seated beside you with Mikey on his other side. Mikey kept making attempts at signaling his older brother to get him to make a move on you. Raph shook his head. The move wasn’t his to make. He couldn’t push himself on you. Not like this.

But when there was a huge jump scare, you clung to his bicep, causing both of your heart rates to soar. A slow smile crept across his lips.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.” You apologized. Raph leaned into whisper a reply.

“No harm done. If ya need someone to protect ya from the monsters, I’m right here.”

“Oh hush, you.” You giggled as a timid blush settling across your cheeks and gave his shoulder a tiny shove, earning a deep chuckle. Another distorted creature jumped out of the shadows on the screen. Mikey spilled popcorn, and you pulled one of Raph’s large hands in front of your face. He laughed and smiled at you, a soft smile that his brothers had never seen before.

But it faded just as fast as it had formed with the realization that he only had a few more days with you before he’d have to say goodbye. Forever. He had been human for so long now that he had forgotten he’d have to go back. The clock was ticking. He had to take advantage of this while he could because before he knew it, he’d lose his soulmate just as fast as he had found her.


The week passed in a breeze. Your school days consisted of helping Raph with math and having lunch with him and his brothers. After school hours, all five of you would pile into your car and go back to your apartment for pizza and movies. But today…today was different. Today was goodbye. Raph wanted to make it special. If he was going to let you go, he certainly didn’t want you to forget him.

April had helped him pack a picnic basket and assisted him with his surprise present. So at noon on Saturday, he arrived at your apartment to pick you up and then you took the train to Central Park.

He had told you that the rest of the boys were busy packing up, but really they just wanted to give their brother space to say goodbye to you on his own. After all, he was the one losing the most when they became turtles again. He had hours.

You sat down on the red and white checkered blanket and helped him unpack the food and such. You popped a bright strawberry into your mouth. It was a few minutes before Raph brought up the topic of goodbye.

“So uh, we’re goin’ back to Queens tomorrow.” Raph said. You nodded. “So uh, I wanted to say goodbye.”

“It’s not like we can’t still hang out, right? We can still be friends.” You looked at him. He smiled sadly. “Can’t we?”

“I don’t know. I just…I’m not what you think I am…I’m not who you think I am. You’re meeting your soulmate in three days and-”

“How did you know about that?” you asked, heart racing at the thought of the future being so close. Too close.

“It’s on yer wrist.” Raph shrugged. A sad look formed in his green eyes and a sudden wave of realization washed over you. You grabbed Raph’s hand, pulling his wrist so you could see it. He tried to pull it back from you, but didn’t want to fight you, and he didn’t want to lie to you either. Well, more than he already was anyway.

“Your timer…” Your face scrunched up. “Who’s your soulmate?”

“That’s a…complicated question.” Raph answered. You looked at him slowly, hesitating to meet his gaze. As soon as your eyes fell on his, his hand tensed up.

“No.” your voice was quiet, eyes wide and heart trying to escape your chest. “It can’t…I can’t…Mine is still…” Your eyes locked onto the numbers as they ticked lower and lower. You denied it, and yet maybe you had known the moment you met him. Something was off. Something about the way h talked to you, the way he interacted with you.

“I know. It’s impossible. But uh, I never really expected to have a soulmate anyway, so…I guess at least I got to know ya before I gotta say goodbye.”


“It’s all right.” Raph read the hurt on your face. The broken that came with the hand the universe had dealt the two of you. “I’ll be all right. So will you when you meet him.” He reached into the basket. “I got ya something to remember me by.”

Raph pulled out a little velvet box and opened it. Inside was a necklace: a silver turtle pendant on a leather cord. “I…I know it ain’t much, but-”

“I love it.” You told him. You wish you could tell him more. That you loved him, that you were his soulmate, but one of those statements wasn’t true. Raph did the clasp around your neck and pulled your hair over the cord. He smiled sadly. You took his hand in your own. “No matter what happens…no matter what the universe has in store for either of us…I will never forget you, Raphael. I promise. And I know it doesn’t matter much, but…I love you.” You stated quietly. He pulled you into his arms and held you as though you would disappear.

“It matters more that ya could ever know. I love you too.”


Raph woke up the next morning the way he grew up. A turtle. Big and bulky and covered in muscle. His scales and shell had reappeared as his extra fingers and hair had disappeared. He rolled over and stared at the wall. You were gone. He had lost you forever, and two nights from now, you would move on. You would forget about him.

He rolled onto his shell and stared at the ceiling, cursing the universe for everything. He wanted to punch something, so off to the dojo he went to punch the shit out of their punching bag. This went on for two days. Raph listened to his loud music and punched their bag until it fell off of its hook, only to pick it up and repeat the cycle. He barely ate, and every time he tried to sleep, all he could see was your face and the sadness in your eyes when you realized you were his but he couldn’t be yours. The heartbreak he had caused. The heartbreak he had received.

He should have just left you at the very beginning. Then he wouldn’t be like this.

When Leo announced a patrol on the night you were going to move on from him, he was ready to bust some heads. How else was the emotion supposed to get out of him? His anger, his sadness, his regret, he was going to get rid of all of it.

And so out they went, out of the sewers and onto the surface, hopping from building to building until finally, they found what they were looking for: crime. Some lowlife gang members were harassing some chick, and they were going to put a stop to it. Except, the chick wasn’t just any old girl. It was you. Raph stopped in his tracks, the anger bubbling up inside of him before diving in to pull the guys off of you. The guys were going to help him, but he didn’t need it. He was so powerful, zipping through the shadows like, well, a ninja. The guys left standing ran for the hills, terrified of the huge green creature that had beat up their friends.

You took a few shaky steps backwards. What if whatever had helped was coming for you next. You couldn’t see him in the dark, but Raph could see you. Even now, you were stunning. You took a few steps forward, causing him to step back.


“I ain’t who ya think, (Y/N).” Raph said. Your breath hitched, eyes awash in realization.

“Raphael?” Your broken voice sliced through the silence. He didn’t answer. “Y-your voice sounds d-different.”

“Ya don’t gotta be afraid.” He tried to reassure you. His voice came from much higher than it had in the past. Had he always been this tall? Your heart hammered and your face reddened and you didn’t know why you were scared, but you were. “It’s okay.”


“Raph, let me see you.”

“I uh…don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please.” You whispered. You glanced down at your wrist. There were seconds left. “Please.”

“I want ya tah remember me that way. Not like…this.”

“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant.

“Please, just go home, (Y/N)! Forget about me!”

“I…I can’t, Raph! I can’t just pretend you don’t exist!” You stared at the numbers before holding up your wrist to show him, if he could even see. “I think you’re my soulmate! And for some reason the wires got twisted somewhere, but…Please, Raphael. I love you.” You looked up at where he stood in the dark for a few more seconds before collapsing to your knees, tears rolling down your soft cheeks. Raph carefully, slowly knelt before you so quietly you hadn’t heard him.

He pressed his hand against your cheek, wiping away the tears with his large green fingers. Your eyes opened gradually, rising to look up at his tear-filled green eyes in time with the ding of your timer. The large, rough green face in front of you was a little more than a shock. Your eyes widened. He began to pull away, but you grabbed his huge green hand, keeping him there.

“I’m sorry. About all of this.” He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now that you knew what he truly was. Your small hand ventured up to his cheek, gently travelling across the scales there. Your tentative touches sent shivers up his spine.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry yer stuck with-”

“Shhhhh…” You shushed him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He held you against his chest, his arms moving slowly to embrace you. He had never imagined you could love him. Not like this. But here you were, hugging him as though he was human.

“But I’m a freak.” Were the only words he could manage to put together.

“You’re not a freak.” You pulled away so you could look at him. “You’re a hero. If it weren’t for you and your brothers, I would be dead three times over.” You paused, watching the slow smile that formed on his cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His voice was muffled by the fabric of your sweatshirt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you so freakin’ much.”

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #112 - The Prince of Egypt

Originally posted by dreamworksmoments

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: DVD

1) The head of Jeffrey Katzenberg, the head of Dreamworks animation at the time and one of the former big wigs at Disney, had been pitching an adaptation of Moses’ story from Exodus to Disney far before he started Dreamworks with Steven Spielberg. During an early meeting of Dreamworks Katzenberg recalls that Spielberg looked at him during the meeting and said, “You ought to do The Ten Commandments.”

2) I think the opening disclaimer is a nice touch.

“The motion picture you are about to see is an adaptation of the Exodus story. While artistic and historical license has been taken, we believe that this film is true to the essence, values and integrity of a story that is a cornerstone of faith for millions of people worldwide. The biblical story of Moses can be found in the book of Exodus.”

3) Music plays an incredibly important role in this film, mostly for setting its grand storytelling and dark tone. This is clearly apparent from the opening song “Deliver Us” which depicts the suffering of the Hebrew people in Egypt and also the hope of Moses.

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4) This film also does an excellent job of immediately establishing the brotherly relationship between Moses and Ramses. It’s fun and honest, which makes the following events all the more heartbreaking.

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5) Val Kilmer is quite effective in the role of Moses, being able to provide a healthy balance of his youthful joviality and privilege early on and the wisdom that would come to define the character later.

6) This film has three noteworthy actors who have very little lines. The first two of these are Patrick Stewart as Pharaoh Seti and Helen Mirren as The Queen.

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Neither of them sing, so their lines are few and unfortunately Mirren feels wasted in the part (less of a comment on her acting, which is top notch as usual, and more from the lack of screen time). Stewart, however, gives Seti some depth. We see him as father and ruler, both roles where he cares about his people, but also murderer of Hebrew babies which gives him a sinister feel.

7) Moses could have been painted as a spoiled brat while acting as prince of Egypt, but he takes responsibility for his actions and mistakes while also trying to shield Ramses from some of their father’s heavy expectations.

8) Tzipporah is established as fierce as heck from the get go.

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Kept as a foreign slave in her first scene, she still fights back with great vigor despite being in a room who don’t care if she dies by the hands of the pharaoh. Michelle Pfeiffer imparts some of the strength she brought to Catwoman into the part and it’s a wonderful take on the biblical figure.

9) Sandra Bullock may have more lines than Helen Mirren, Patrick Stewart, and (later) Danny Glover, but for some reason I’m always wanting more of her and her character Miriam by the time the film ends. I like what I see, I just wish there were more of her in the film (I think).

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10) For some reason I don’t feel the way about her brother Aaron, who is voiced wonderfully by Jeff Goldblum. That may be because we see Aaron develop from non-believer to believer over the course of the film (wheres Miriam is consistently good and believing in Moses) and Jeff Goldblum plays both the doubter and the supporter well.

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11) Continuing with the excellent music in this film, “All I Ever Wanted,” carries with it that sense of grandeur as well as the heartbreak of Moses denying his true heritage.

12) Moses’ nightmare is one of the most memorable non-musical sequences out of the film (not THE most memorable but one of them), and this is done both through the unique hieroglyphic art style and the lack of dialogue. It is true visual storytelling.

13) Remember how I said Tzipporah is fierce as heck? Well, that continues throughout the film when she decides to drop Moses into a well as a bit of payback for being a prince of Egypt (although she does help him out because he helped her escape the palace).

14) Danny Glover is the third actor who doesn’t have enough lines. He plays the role of Jethro, a character with about ten spoken lines (more or less) and then the rest of his role is in song. And Danny Glover doesn’t sing the song.

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In the little dialogue Glover does give though, he is able to establish Jethro as a man who’s heart is as big as his stature. I just wish we’d heard more of him.

15) I mentioned in The Road to El Dorado the effectiveness of using a song to cover large gaps of time. This film is no different, initial with Jethro’s song “Through Heavens Eyes.” It’s a rousing and hopeful number which talks of the Hebrew god and how we can only know our worth when trying to look through (one guess what I’m going to say next) heaven’s eyes. In that time we cover Moses learning what a free life is from these people, his growing humility, and his blossoming relationship with Tzipporah (and eventual marriage).

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16) The Burning Bush.

Val Kilmer provides the voice of god in this film, although that wasn’t the initial plan. Originally all the actors in the film were going to voice god at the same time, and were told to whisper so they wouldn’t overpower each other. When the time came to record Kilmer’s lines, they realized someone had to speak louder. It was a happy realization, as the filmmakers later noted that god usually speaks to us as the little voice in our own heads. And it parallels the Cecil B. Demille version of The Ten Commandments where it is said (although I don’t think confirmed) that Charlton Heston also provided the voice of god while also playing Moses.

17) Moses telling Tzipporah about his encounter with the burning bush is another fine example of how filmmaking is primarily a VISUAL medium. We don’t hear a word they saw to each other, but we see him talking and we see her reaction and we know EXACTLY what is happening.

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18) Ralph Fiennes performance as Ramses is at its best when Ramses becomes villainous and conceited. Hmm, Ralph Fiennes playing a villainous and conceited villain. Sounds familiar…

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19) Playing with the Big Boys is the only real villain song in this film.

Performed by the evil lackeys Hotep and Huy (who are voiced wonderfully by Steve Martin and Martin Short respectively), the song shows off just how dark things in the Egypt really are and how tricky these two “magicians” are. Martin and Short breathe wonderful life and evil fun into the song, and even recorded their dialogue together. And the scenes uses wonderful use of darkness and shadows to make us feel like Moses is in over his head. Which in a way, he is. But the film wouldn’t be interesting if things were easy for the protagonist.

20) The growing conflict between Moses and Ramses is heartbreaking and I give credit to all those involved in this film for that. The directors, the writers, the animators, Val Kilmer & Ralph Fiennes, everyone. We see them go from the best of friends to archenemies and neither of them wants to be in that position. But they are, and they each think they’re doing what is best for their people. It hurts a lot to watch.

21) “The Plagues” is also a great example of how this film condenses what could have been a massive chunk of time into a little two-and-a-half minute song.

It also does not make light of the plagues either. The plagues were horrible. True wrath of god type stuff that ruined people’s lives. And this song is an epic but dark representation of just what those were like while also developing the conflict between Moses and Ramses.

22) I’m not as familiar with my biblical readings as maybe I should be, but I like that this film depicts Moses reaching out to Ramses one last time before he releases the final plague. It is one final reminder that they are or, more appropriately, were brothers. And they almost seem to understand each other, to make peace. But they don’t. Meaning the final and most awful plague is released.

23) I don’t want to get into my own theological beliefs or philosophies, but I am always sickened about the death of the first borns of Egypt.

The scene is animated beautifully but the entire thing is heartbreaking. The idea of a god who will take away the lives of children just to get what he wants, even though he later claims that we are all his children, just never sits right with me. I just…it sickens me. That’s all I can say. It sickens me.

24) “When You Believe” is probably THE song from this film. It won the Oscar for best original song that year, beating out “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” by Aerosmith. It is the perfect representation of the power of hope and belief which is the central theme of this film. Michelle Pfeiffer and Sally Dworsky (along with the film’s chorus) do an excellent job performing the song written by Stephen Schwartz, but the pop version performed by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey is just as good.

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25) I think the most memorable part of this film has to be the parting of the Red Seas. And it could just be for this image alone:

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That is such a powerful image which really gets across the wonder of what we’re seeing. A representation of the scene which few if any adaptations of the Exodus story have ever lived up to and which I think only animation can bring to life so wonderfully.

26) After the Red Sea crashes down and Ramses is washed away, we see Moses looking off in the distance and hear Ramses screaming, “MOSES!” The filmmakers have suggested that this may be in Moses’ head and that Ramses might actually be dead. I like that idea. It shows Moses still has hope for his brother.

27) And since this is an adaptation of Exodus, of course it has to involve the Ten Commandments in some way. I’m just glad that it’s the last shot of the film. A nice way of ending the story.

It makes sense to end a family film there, as opposed to Moses finding his people worshipping a false idol (a golden cow, I think) and smashing the tablet before God destroys the idol and forces his people to wander the desert for 40 years to kill off the rebellious generation. Oh, and Moses didn’t get to go into the promised land.

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What’s not family friendly about that?

The Prince of Egypt is a great animated film who’s popularity has unfortunately lost steam in recent years. It represents its story well without beating you over the head with the religion, the animation and music are gorgeous, and the voice acting is top notch (if a little wasted at times). I highly recommend you see it.

contrivedcoincidences6  asked:

25 and 47 drabble?

So, I made myself write this because it’s been ages (sorry). I hope it makes sense cause in my tired brain, not many things do :)

25. “You spilt that everywhere. Who has to pick that up? Me.” + 47. “D-don’t do that with your lips.”

“Scully, are you angry with me?” Mulder leans against the doorframe, barely holding himself up. His eyes are hooded and Scully wonders, not for the first time this night, why he still able to walk and talk.  

“No, Mulder. I already told you that, remember?” He nods slowly, but of course he doesn’t remember. This is not the first time he’s asked her tonight; it’s not even the second or third. She’s going to give him another answer once she can be sure he does remember everything that went down tonight.

“What are you doing here? I told you to go to bed.” Scully winces; she’s trying to sound like his partner, his friend, or at least like the medical doctor she is. Right now, she just sounds like his mother. As an answer, she receives another nod.

“Then why are you in the kitchen?” When she turns around to him after putting a tea bag into the boiling hot water, he’s gone. Finally. Scully searches for a clean spoon in Mulder’s drawers and of course there aren’t any. She should have taken him to her place instead. Except she’d thought the painkiller cocktail she’d give him would knock him out cold once they arrived here. Mulder, though, had other plans. And lots of them. She’s never seen him drink tea, not even when he is sick, but today of all days he wants tea. Her only hope is that the warm drink might finally make him fall asleep.

Just as Scully is about to enter Mulder’s bedroom, something shatters in the bathroom. She almost lets go of the mug, but manages to put it on his bed stand without incident. She doesn’t bother to knock and enters the bathroom.

“Mulder? What happened?” At first it’s merely the smell. Peppermint. The strong scent brings tears to her eyes and she blinks twice to make them go away. Mulder stands in front of his sink, barefoot, and stares at her.

“I don’t – Scully?”

“Go to bed, Mulder,” she sighs, “I’ll clean this up.”

“Can’t sleep without brushing my teeth.” His voice is slurred and his feet uncertain. Mulder steps right into the puddle of mouth wash he’s spilt; the now almost empty bottle still slightly dripping bluish liquid. At least it’s a plastic bottle, Scully thinks, as she watches helplessly.

“It’s fine, Mulder. Just go to bed, all right? I’ll clean this up.” Swaying, he makes it past her. Scully hopes he won’t see the mug on his bedside table. This is chaotic enough; she is not in the mood to tend to possible burns, or even worse, to go back to the ER. They’d spent enough time there tonight.

“You spilt that everywhere,” Scully sighs when she crouches down to swipe up the mouth wash with a towel; he can deal with laundry once he’s back on his feet, “Who has to pick that up? Me.” She mumbles, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What?” Of course Mulder didn’t listen to her; he’s still there in the doorway, his body swaying as if to a music only he can hear, and his eyes are on her.

“Mulder, what I did I tell you?” Her patience is beginning to wear thin. Very, very thin. Next time he hurts himself, she decides, she’ll leave him at the hospital.

“You’re angry with me, aren’t you? Are you angry with me, Scully?” She wants to yell at him that yes, she is angry. She’s furious, actually. Because if only he’d listened to her, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have run after an alleged suspect all by himself, get tangled up in a fishing net of all things, and then land on his side. Painfully. He might not feel his broken ribs right now, but Scully knows he’ll feel them tomorrow. Her anger can wait until then, too.

“No, I’m not,” she assures him instead, taking a deep breath; she realizes the mistake too late and almost gags on the powerful peppermint smell, “I just want you to go to bed. You need to sleep, Mulder. You’ll be in a lot of pain once the painkillers wear off.” Some of her words seem to get through to him because he finally trots off. With the bathroom door open, she hears faint rustling sounds as she takes another towel to get rid of the appalling liquid on the floor. She throws both towels into his already full laundry basket, turns off the lights and joins Mulder in his bedroom. Her hands, or really everything, smell like peppermint as she carefully sits down next to him. His eyes pop open again. His exhausted eyes make her smile.

“I’m thirsty.” Mulder tells her and Scully’s smile withers away. She takes the still way too warm mug into her hand and he reaches for it greedily. Not ready for another disaster, she keeps it away from him.

“It’s still too hot to drink, Mulder.” So she does the only thing she can think of at the moment: she purses her lips and blows.

“D-Don’t do that with your lips.” Mulder pleads, his eyes fixated on her.

“Do what?”

“With your lips. That… thing. Don’t.”

“You don’t want me to blow on your tea?” This time it’s him who winces and Scully has to keep herself from grinning. “Here, Mulder. Drink some of it and then sleep.” He noisily drinks from the mug and hands it back to Scully, who puts it on the nightstand.



“You smell minty fresh.” His eyes, heavy with sleep, finally fall shut and his lips curl upwards in a small smile.

“Well, so do you.”

“Hmm. We should kiss, you know.” Scully stares at him, his eyes still closed, his smile still there.

“You should sleep.” She whispers, leaning in slightly.

“My idea is better.” He pouts.

“If you remember any of this tomorrow, Mulder, we might try out your idea.”

anonymous asked:

little!phil riding daddy!dan for the first time

I need a good pain kink fic please <3

Yeeeeeeaaaahhhhh Boiiiiiiiiiiiii///// How petty am I? Very. If a very particular anon sees this, consider it a giant fuck you because I don’t appreciate being insulted and falsely accused of p*dophilia. Happy blogging!

Sidenote my writing tumblr has three nominations for the phanfic awards y’all should vote for me @somanydestiel is where I’m at and I reblogged all the info!

-It’s Phil’s idea; when coloring in the lounge, he suddenly gets hard and naturally, he’s a good boy and goes straight to Dan, who’s editing a video in the office with his headphones on. Phil tugs lightly at Dan’s shirt to get his attention, making Dan smile but hold up a finger to say ‘one second, let me finish this part.’ A moment later, Dan saves his work and lets his headphones fall to hang around his neck.

- “Daddy,” Phil complains, climbing into Dan’s lap. Phil’s different when he’s little- he’s emotional, doesn’t talk much, wears nothing but too-big-shirts and lingerie, and hates the horror novels that are littered around his room. If he wants something, he either wordlessly gets Dan’s help or just finds a way to carry on without it.

- Dan kisses the tip of Phil’s nose. “Baby,” he says back in the same tone. Instead of saying anything else, Phil grabs Dan’s hand and pulls it down to his crotch so that Dan is palming him through his pretty pink panties. Raising his eyebrows, Dan moves his hand away and runs both up the pink and white striped stockings on Phil’s legs. “You want me to touch you, hmm?” Phil nods, pouting at Dan. “Not right now, I’m editing an I’m tired. If you can be a good boy and wait for me, maybe I’ll fuck you, yeah?” He grabs one of Phil’s pacifiers from the desk, a light blue one that was left from when Phil came in earlier in the day to show Dan his drawings and pushes it into Phil’s mouth, trying not to pay much attention to the way Phil’s tongue curls around it before his lips do. It bobs in his mouth, making soft sucking sounds as Phil shuts his eyes and leans against Dan’s chest.

- Barely ten minutes pass before Phil’s boner is bordering on painful, so he starts grinding into Dan’s lap, whining softly. “Phil,” Dan says warningly, but doesn’t move to stop him. Phil brings his fingers to his mouth and temporarily pulls out his paci to suck on his fingers and get them wet before replacing the paci and reaching behind himself, pushing his panties to the side to start fingering his hole. He moans around the plastic in his mouth, adding a second finger, then a third, and then a fourth. Considering that good enough, Phil fumbles with Dan’s zipper. Now Dan’s pretty concerned- Phil’s breaking multiple rules right now, and he’s never ridden Dan before. Sure, Dan’s fantasized about it, but he’s worried about how much Phil will hurt afterward from how deep Dan knows he’ll get and the fact that the only lube is Phil’s spit and the precum Dan won’t admit that he’s leaking. “Baby, I’m editing,” he manages to say when Phil starts stroking Dan, looking over Phil’s shoulder at the gaming video on his screen.

- Quietly whimpering, Phil holds Dan firmly in one hand and steadies himself using Dan’s shoulder with the other. He sinks down slowly, biting his lip to keep quiet because he’s never done this and holy shit I’m about to ride Daddy, he thinks. “Ah- princess, not now- fuck,” Dan attempts to protest, but can’t really argue because Phil’s clenching around him to try and get used to how deep Dan is inside of him, and his face is flushed, eyes shut tightly, mouth open. 

- Dan tries to keep editing, he really does, but it’s hard to concentrate when Phil’s in his lap, fucking himself on Dan’s cock. Finally, Dan does give up, and yanks Phil’s head forward by the hair so he can kiss him. The pain makes Phil whine, trying to bounce faster in Dan’s lap.

- “Such a naughty baby,” Dan growls, spanking Phil roughly. “So desperate for me that you couldn’t wait for Daddy to finish editing, you just had to get fucked. You like riding me, baby? You like it when I get so deep inside of you while you sit in my lap.” He places both hands on Phil’s hips, holding him tight enough to leave bruises and starts helping Phil move up and down, thrusting his hips up in time with it.

- “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please!” Phil begs, tossing his head back and moaning loudly, clearly getting close, hands fluttering around because he doesn’t know where to put them, but knows better than to touch himself.

- “Aww, you’re going to come untouched just from my cock inside of you?” Dan stops helping Phil again and spanks him for a second time. “What happens if I don’t let you come, since you were bad?”

- “No, no, Daddy, please, no!” Phil says, starting to ride Dan earnestly again, gasping when Dan spanks him again.

- “You can come, but not until I do. Can you make me come baby boy?”

- That’s when Phil makes it his personal mission to make Dan come as fast as possible, using everything that he remembers Dan likes from when they have sex when Phil’s big. He clenches around Dan, he slips his fingers beneath Dan’s shirt to scratch painful lines down his back, he kisses Dan’s neck sloppily- he’s desperate and now Dan’s the most important thing to him so that he can come.

- “Baby, fuck, just like that, ‘m close,” Dan says, unable to still his hips now that Phil has him so worked up.

- “Come, daddy. Fill up your baby boy with come. I need it,” Phil pleads, knowing his dirty talk is another thing that Dan absolutely loves. Dan moans loudly and Phil can both see and feel the moment he comes. “Can I come now Daddy? Please, please, I need to come! Please, please, feels good! Daddy!”

- “You can let go,” Dan manages to say, and Phil arches his back, coming on his and Dan’s torsos with a high pitched whine.

I didn’t write aftercare but it iS VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!


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Taking Advantage of You- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by temipanarin

Ok so I wasn’t sure how to start this one, that being said, I think it turned out ok! Andre gets kinda PMS-y but… Mikey is in this one!! Yay! The brobean is back in DC! Any who, I hope you all enjoy!

Warning: mentions of drinking and drunk reader

Anon Request: Hi! Can you do another Andre Burakovsky imagine please. One where Michael Latta is visiting Andre and his gf and Michael is telling Andres gf how amazing she is because she does everything and Andre gets jealous and sad because he feels like he’s taking his gf for granted.


              “Hey babe” you said, standing on your tip toes to kiss Andre sweetly. “Hey Mikey” you gave the other boy a huge hug. Andre had just brought Mike home from the airport. You had missed the third brobean. “Rockford treating you ok?”

              “Like a prince” Mike joked.

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Bring It On

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

A/N: This…. I don’t even know honestly, I can’t explain how this happened but here we are. 

Request:  Veronica x Plus size reader. Veronica treats the reader like a queen and when Cheryl and her besties insult the reader, Veronica loses her shit and releases her inner psychopath. 

Word Count: 1,591 

Warnings: Cheryl’s an ass hole, and Veronica is terrifying… you said inner psychopath and APPARENTLY I took that literally damn, also there’s a swear.

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Originally posted by xehunted

◇ Taeil begins to get more protective, and you have no idea why.

◇ Taeil x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ requested by anon; mate vamp au with NCT taeil?

◇ asdfghjkl for some reason I’m not that happy with this one… Taeil is so hard to write for!! I hope this is enjoyable anyway!


It wasn’t often that you’d have the pleasure of waking up next to Moon Taeil — and that’s the first sign that something’s off.

He usually awoke in the very early hours of the morning to begin business with his brothers (he was very fond of the whole early bird catches the best worm phrase, too), the only trace of his existence the ghost of a kiss on your forehead and — normally — a note explaining his absence and wishing you a wonderful day.

You weren’t sure what made this day different than any other, but when your eyes opened at 8AM Taeil was still laying behind you — and fully awake, too.

“Taeil?” You murmur in disbelief, eyes groggy and voice murky with sleep. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, taking in how he had his arms around your form, a hand laying on your stomach — he never usually spooned you, he much preferred having you lay on his chest.

You brush that minor detail off, rolling over to face him. He smiles in greeting, brushing his thumb over your cheek fondly. “You’re… still here?”

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Reggie x Reader: Let Me Explain, Please.

A/N: different scenario, NOT a continuation of “Finding A Date” ~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking out the entrance, I pulled my car keys out of my pocket. Shoving the key into the car door, he bursted through the entrance of Pop’s Chock-Lit shop and made his way towards me.

‘Lord, please help me now.’ I prayed.

“Can you stop please, Y/N? Just listen to me, please.” I slammed the door of my ‘83 Rabbit shut and shoved him away from me. “Listen to what, Mantle? More lies coming out of that stupid mouth of yours?” He took a step towards me and attempted to grab my hand, but I shoved him again.

“It’s not what it looks like-” I let out a dry laugh and ran a hand through my hair, looking around the empty parking lot looking anywhere, but at it him.

“What’s it supposed to look like, then hmm? Tell me that, what’s going on?” I pushed him again, egging him on. Trying to get some answers from him, answers to all this crap he’s got me stuck in. Three shoves and not one word from the tall Asian that stood before me.

“I don’t know how they do it here in Riverdale or if it’s just your dumb ass, because this whole situation you’re putting me in is complete bullshit. You know that, right?” He ran both hands down his face and placed them on his hips and I just watched his face. I could see that his brain was running full speed, trying to come up with some lie to tell me that it wasn’t what it seemed, but he didn’t utter a single word. Shaking my head, I continued to stare at him in unbelief.

“You’re not even going to say anything? You seemed pretty confident running out of Pop’s away from her.” I told him as I threw my hands up and glared through the windows of the diner at the raven haired girl with the sharp eyebrows. ‘God, I can’t even be mad at Veronica! Her eyebrows literally slay my existence, fuck!’. My hands found their way to my hair and tugged harshly at the strands as I growled in frustration.

Closing my eyes, I spoke, “Just answer this, make me understand. Not even three hours ago, you spilled your heart out to me and I told you to give me time because I’m new to this dating shit and I need to straighten out my feelings. For you! Because lo and behold, I fucking like you too. Now, you’re here snuggling with Veronica and sharing a milkshake with her. You almost kissed her, Reggie! What the fuck is this?!” Again. No reply from him.

“What? Was this all some game to you, did those jock dickheads dare you to play with me? ‘Fuck With The Other New Girl's​ Feelings’? Did you need a backup for when I said n-no?” My voice cracked and he finally looked me straight in the eye, his own brimmed in tears.

“No, I just- This was all a big mistake.” He stumbled. ‘I’m so pathetic…’

“The part where you said you liked me and wanted me to be your girlfriend? Or the part where I caught you with someone else after you said you’d wait for me?”

“…I don’t even know.” His shoulders slouched with his hands tucked in the pockets of his varsity jacket and his head hung low. Letting out another dry laugh, I shook my head.

“Reginald Mantle the Third.” Said boy looked back up at me, eyes hopeful and meeting mine. I sadly smiled at him, finally letting the tears fall from my eyes. Reggie’s eyes widened and took a step forward to me, bringing me into his arms. I felt his tears soak into my hair while he cried into the crook of my neck and my own tears soaked the front of his jacket.

“I hate myself for liking you. I wish I had never met you. I wish we were never friends.” He shook his head and held me tighter against him, trapping my arms by my side.

“No, don’t say that, Y/N, please. Don’t say that.” His voice wavered as he pressed his face further into my neck. I stood lax, Reggie just clinging onto me like a little kid and I, his mother, scolding him. ‘Well… I kinda am scolding him, why am I such a grandma though.’

“I wish you’d just left me alone out of whatever this is. I wish that you had just dated Veronica and I could just get over you, find someone else to love because it so hurts so much just thinking about living without you.” I pressed on and tried to wriggle myself out from his grip, but his hold just became tighter and his breathing became heavier and ragged against my neck.

“Y/N, stop. I love you! Veronica-” A new voice cut in.

“Veronica what?” His hold on me became non-existent and I slowly peeled myself away from Reggie’s grasp. I found myself face to face with the one and only Veronica Lodge.

“Veronica… should give Reginald a chance.” I stated. I took one last glance at him and walked to my car, got in, put the keys into the ignition and drove home.

I just sat in my car for a few minutes, thinking. ‘Should I apologise…? No. But, I overreacted. I should’ve waited for him to say something. Did he even have anything to say?’ I wiped the remaining tears from my face and chuckled at that last thought that ran across my mind. “How long was I supposed to wait for him to break my heart?” I asked myself aloud. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel and got out the car.

When I made it to the front porch of my house, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Reluctantly, I slid the phone out my back pocket and swiped to unlock it. It was a text. From two people. Two from Reggie and one (many) from Veronica.

REGINALD: Please, meet me after school on Monday I swear just give me another chance Y/N.

REGINALD: please y/n I’m begging you, just meet me after school

VERONICA: Are you okay, Y/N?? I’m so sorry about what happened, please.

VERONICA: I had no idea that you were with Reggie!

VERONICA: Y/N please believe me

VERONICA: If I had known you two were endgame I would’ve NEVER made any advances on him, I swear on my mother’s pearls


VERONICA: Is there anything i could do to make it up to you?

After reading Ronnie’s texts… Y/N pieced together what had actually happened without Reggie telling her and she knew.

She done fucked up.

“I done fucked up.” I whispered to myself.


A/N: hey guys, another trash fanfic from me. sorry, im trying to get my head clear of ideas for that daddy imagine with Reggie but i keep writing other “prompts” I guess. I dunno, I was too dramatic in the beginning bc I was literally frustrated at the time that I had started writing it but then I let it alone for awhile and now i opted out with the ‘misunderstanding’ trope This was supposed to end up with Reggie NOT getting the girl, buuut… I hate those type of endings bc I’m a soft roll of cookie dough:’) Pls tell me if you want a Part 2 or not bc I might just leave it to the Reader realizing that she done messed up Also, sorry for the cussing:’)
Cat and Mouse

Part of Trying to leave him

Mark, Jaebum, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, Yugyeom


B.A.P: Part I, Part II, Part III ; BTS: Part I, Part II, Part III; EXO: Part I, Part II, Part III; Got7 {coming soon}; Monsta X {coming soon}

Characters: Yugyeom x Original Character

Summary: You find out Yugyeom’s dark secret and you escape, but he refuses to let you go. Thus, the game of cat and mouse begins.

Word Count: 1571

This scenario will be group with all Got7 trying to escape him!

Note: Do not get involved with someone who hurts you or threatens you. Your mental and physical health are so much more important than anyone else. This is purely fictional.  I do not think any members are actually like this, but this is an au

Credit to gif owner


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Post 4x17 Linstead

This took me WAY too long to write and I’m not even that happy with it


It was when she heard the rattle of his keys against the bullet casing on his keychain and the soft click of the front door, that she knew he was gone. She didn’t let the tears fall until she knew he wouldn’t be back. That he was already in his car, driving towards Will’s. At first, all she felt was utter shock. Sure, she was disappointed in him, but she knew how he wasn’t forthcoming about his life. But then again, he left, like all good things in her life did. Erin Lindsay was definitely used to this feeling.

She didn’t sleep much that night, not feeling the warmth of another body radiating onto her. So at 4 am, she called the one person she knew would never leave her. He had dealt with her stubborn teen years and then again being her boss. She knew she could confide in him, no matter how bad things got.


He walked into the bullpen late that morning after a night of restless sleep. His eyes automatically drifted to her desk, which he found vacant. Consequently, his eyes scanned over to the break room, hoping he would find her making coffee. When he didn’t find her there, Voight’s office was his next option. He turned towards the locker room, stowing away his gym bag, but he too, found the room empty. Walking back into the bullpen, Voight ushered him into his office, clearly annoyed.

“What’s up Sarge?”

“Where’s Erin?” He knew where she was, he just wanted to hear Jay say it, especially since he turned a blind eye to him dating his daughter.

“I-I don’t know. I thought she’d be here by now.” He stuttered over his words and his voice sounded weak but gruff.


“I’m sorry but did I do something to upset you?”

“I don’t know Halstead, did you do something that would piss me off?”

He breathed out a sigh of annoyance, he didn’t need to play games with his boss.

“So I’m guessing she called you.”

“At 4 am.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t break up with her if that’s what you think. I just need some time to figure myself out.”

“And you did that by leaving?”

“I didn’t want to hurt her more than I already have.”

“Did you at least talk about it with her?”

Jay was silent. He was aware that Hank knew about everything that went down between him, Erin and his ‘wife’. 

“Where’s Erin?” He finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Took a personal day… Don’t ask me for one, I’m already short one detective I don’t need another one gone. Whatever you need to fix can be done on your own time. Now get outta here.”


Work was absolute torture. He sat in the car in silence, not having anyone else there with him. When he sat at his desk in the bullpen, he would occasionally look up to look at her, only to see a chair. When he would go to the break room to get coffee, he would grab her mug from the rack, realizing too late that she wasn’t there, forcing him to dump the coffee. 

He had texted her a couple of times, asking if she was okay, but she never replied. She must have her phone off, because that’s what she always did when she didn’t want to be bothered by anyone. Or she was just straight up ignoring him.


After work, he only had one place he where he needed to go. To her. After likely breaking every traffic law in the City of Chicago, he parked outside of their apartment.

Was this really the right move?

After going up the stairs to the third floor, he stood outside the door, waiting, listening. The TV wasn’t on and there didn’t seem to be anyone home. The hallway light was on, he could see it coming from underneath the door. He couldn’t decide whether or not he should knock, or unlock the door with his key. After careful consideration, he chose the latter. 

It looked the same way he left it. There was no evidence that anything had changed or if even the night before had happened. The living room and kitchen were empty, but there were new dishes in the sink. At least she was eating.

As he walked towards their bedroom, where he had asked her for some space and watched her whole world break apart, his footsteps faltered. He could hear the sniffling coming from their room, and it automatically brought tears into his eyes.

She wasn’t aware of his presence, so she continued to sob into her pillow. It was when the bed dipped down at the side, that she knew she wasn’t alone. She didn’t know how to react, nor did she pick up her face from the pillow. When his warm hand found it’s way to her leg, she knew that this moment was real.


“Erin please look at me.” It took everything out of her to pick up the broken pieces, just like she has done countless of times, but she did and looked him dead in the eyes.

His heart broke when he saw her face. Her eyes and cheeks were pink and puffy, signalling that she had been crying for a while, probably since last night. His hands seemed to have a mind of it’s own, as they came up to her face and dried her cheeks. 

“Why’d you come back?” She didn’t want to sound as if she didn’t want him here, but regardless, her voice came out cold.

“Missed you at work today.”

She scoffed.

“Yeah, just needed a personal day.”

He held her hand as they stayed in each other’s presence in silence. Neither wanting to speak, just to be with each other. 

“You left me.” When she finally did speak, her voice was nothing but broken.


“I guess I shouldn’t even be complaining though, everyone me leaves at some point in my life. I should’ve known that you were too good to be true…”

The words hurt, and as she kept talking about him leaving, he couldn’t hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

“… I knew dating Jay Halstead would just-” She couldn’t finish her sentence before she felt his lips on hers, shushing her. She kissed him back, and savoured it, just in case she wouldn’t be able to be in this moment again.

“If you think I left because of you, you’re wrong.” He was breathless.

“That’s what they always say. Do you know how many times Bunny has said that to me?”

“But I’m not Bunny. Babe, I left because I’ve hurt you, a lot, and I can’t hurt you more than I already have.”

“But you never had the intention of telling me about you being married. Would you have ever told me about her if I didn’t find out she was texting you or if she dropped by the district?”

“Erin it’s not about her. When I was married to her, I told you I was in a bad place. I can barely remember anything about those times. And when I do remember it was because I was so hungover I was thinking that I was going to die. Coming back… it wasn’t easy.” He got choked up as he finished his sentence, mentally reliving the person he was when he got back.

“Jay… you know you can come to me and talk about it at any time. Bottling up feelings isn’t really healthy. Over the past 2 years now, I’ve learned to let you in, to let you help me. There’s nothing wrong to ask for help.” He took a deep breath out as she finished speaking.

“It’s not that easy Erin…” His voice was barely above a whisper. She sat up and cupped his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I know… I know…” She moved her hands from his face towards his back as she pushed his head into her chest. She rubbed her hand up and down his back, hoping to bring him comfort, only to be heartbroken when she felt his tears wetting her shirt. She held him tight, making sure he didn’t fall apart, but maybe she had been too late. Maybe he waited too long to talk about it.

She lost track of time, not knowing how long they sat there, feeling each other’s breath of their skin, but she relaxed her grip a little when he stopped crying. She imitated his earlier moments and wiped his cheeks.

“Do you want to talk about it now?”

He smiled and nodded his head. She knew it took a lot out of him to become this vulnerable in front of her, letting himself breakdown and cry. But she would be there for him, no matter how high the walls he had built would be, because one day, those walls will be non-existent, and if need be, she’d pick up the pieces for him.  


Okay reading this again made me hate this piece even more… but whatever I took time out to write it so I’m posting it

Playful- Jimin

As you lay on the couch with Jimin you drape your legs over his as you rest your back on the arm rest. You were watching a movie at your apartment you share with you long-time best friend who was out with her ‘friend’ as she liked to call him. You know she is still getting over Chanyeol and what he did to her, you just hope Youngjae is good to her and can make her happy again.
As the movie progressed Jimin’s hands rubbed your feet more and more. He suddenly started tickling your feet. “JIMIN, NO! STOOPPPP!” You scream and try to wiggle away from him but he traps you under him and tickles your side. “I’m sorry, what? Continue? Okay, babe.” he says taking both of your hands into one of his hands to stop them from hitting him. He tickles you for a good ten minutes till he stops and looks at you. Smiling down at you he still holds your hands in his and says, “I like you being under me all sweaty and out of breath, babe.” He leans down and kisses your throat. Your breath now coming out in deep pants, “Well, I can think of a better why to get me hot and sweaty other than tickling me.” You laugh at him. Giggling in your neck he sucks a mark there. You let out a small moan, “Oh baby, that’s what I want to hear.” He continues to suck multiple marks on your neck and you can’t stop moaning, loving the feeling of his lips on your throat.
You buck your hips to rub them against his and he moans while sucking a final mark on your neck. Look at you he leans in and kisses your lips playfully. Nipping and sucking at your plump bottom lip. You smile into the kiss and try pulling your hands out of his. “No. No. No, baby. I want to have some with you first.” Smirking at you he takes his belt off and ties it around your wrist and you laugh along with him as he finishes and puts your hand back above your head before leaving them there. “Now, keep them there, babygirl.” “Yes, sir.” You reply playfully, but you didn’t miss the darkening of Jimin’s eyes or the smirk that deepened after you said that. “Hmmm. Sir? I like the sound of that.” he chuckles as he takes off the sweatpants you were wearing that happened to be his.
You feel the cool air of your apartment hits your legs as you are left in only your shirt and mint green lace thong. Jimin moves so he is between both of your thighs and spreads your legs apart. “Oh, this one is my favorite.” he says upon seeing your underwear. He hooks his thumbs in the lace and starts to pull them down your legs while looking into your eyes as he kisses your hips and then the tops of your thighs and the other skin that your thong passes over before he throws it somewhere across the room.
“Do you want to play a game?” He is rubbing your thighs as he is talking to you. And from the look on Jimin’s face you know this won’t end well, but you still respond, “What kind of game?” “
“Well, how times do you think I can make you cum before I do? Hmm?”
Your eyes go wide. Jimin always makes you cum multiple times in the bedroom without even really trying you can’t even imagine what it will be like with him trying to win a bet. “I don’t know? Three?” Smirking at you he says, “I say six.” Your eyes almost full out they get so big, You can’t even begin to think about how you would survive six orgasms in a row. “You’re not serious are you?”  Jimin took what you said the wrong way. He thought you meant you didn’t think he could do it, but really you just couldn’t believe he wanted you to die. Since that was what was going to happen if you came that many times.
“I guess I will just prove you I can.”
“No, baby that’s not what I mea-” You were cut off by his lips kissing with so much force you knew they would be swollen later. As Jimin kisses you his finger finds your clit and rubs in small, slow circles. You moan into the kiss. He breaks away and starts to kiss your neck while moving his finger down to you entrance and pushing it in. You throw your head back, basking in the feeling of Jimin’s finger in you.
“So tight. Maybe I should fuck you more often.” He whispers into your neck knowing how much you love it when he talks dirty to you. And as he speeds up his finger and adds another, your moans get louder and louder. “Oh Jimin. Ahhhhhh” You moan as you roll your hips with his fingers. Jimin holds his hand still and moves his fingers within you making a ‘come here’ motion and he hits your spot dead on. You scream out as he gets faster and faster adding another finger. Your climax getting closer and closer and his fingers somehow go even faster. Your back arches as your orgasm hits you, but Jimin doesn’t stop his fingers. He only slightly slows down. He lowers his head to be level with your core and sucks on your clit. You scream out again, only louder this time. With him never stopping his fingers and now him sucking on your clit you feel your second orgasm approaching. Pulling at his hair you feel your second orgasm washes over you and you shudder from the feeling. Jimin finally removes his fingers but his mouth stays connected with your core. He changes from sucking to now licking and nipping at your sensitive pearl. You try to push his head with your bond hands but he just takes ahold of the belt and pulls from his hair and off to the side, not even lifting his head or slowing the pace of his tongue.
“Jimin. Jimin, baby. Please. Oh God, please!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for. The words just coming out of you mouth along with the hursh sounds of your breath. A third orgasm runs through you and you shake. Jimin slowly laps his tongue over your center one last time and feels it spasming. Reaching your face Jimin holds you close as your whole body is shaking and as you to catch your breath. “Are you ready for the real fun to begin, babygirl?”
As he says this your eyes snap open and you look at him like he is crazy. “What do you mean?” “Baby, That was only three. You have three more to go. Well, you will be lucky if I stop there.” He starts taking his pants off and pulls them down along with him boxers and kicks them off. You lay your head to the side and groan as you feel Jimin fill you up with his impressive length. “Oh God. Baby, yes.” You moan out as he pulls out of your still quivering channel and pushes back in deeper and harder this time.
“Always so tight, baby. And only mine. Mine. Mine.” He emphasizes each word with a hard thrust that has you back coming over the couch and your clothed chest press to his. This makes him notice your hard buds under your shirt and pulls your shirt up right under your chin. His lips launch onto your left breast and your moans increase with the feeling of his lips on you.
A fourth wave of pleasure washes over you. You scream out as you feel your thighs becoming wet with your release. Feeling your orgasm from within Jimin groans around your breast. He lets go of your chest and pulls out. You think he is done, but you should have known better. He flips you over, he literally has to flip you himself since you are so tired from your orgasms. He puts you on your knees and you upper body on the armrest so you ass is pushed out.
He runs the tip of his cock along your dipping core and you push back against him with what strength you had. No matter how tired you were you couldn’t deny how great Jimin made you feel. He pushes into you and starts a slow pace and you don’t complain. No matter the pace Jimin always was mind blowing during sex. You moan non stop as you push back against him. He reaches around and rubs your clit along with the slow roll of his hips. Your head shoots up and the breath leaves you as a fifth orgasm hits you. Tears come to your eyes as you feel a small hint a pain with the pleasure.
“Please Jimin. No more. No more please…” Your voice trails off as his hands and thrust increase. He grabs you by your hair and hold you against him by you chest, leaving your over stimulated clit alone. “Just one more, babygirl. One more. You can do it. I believe in you.” He kisses away the tears of pleasure that roll down the side of your face.
His thrust increase as he tries to get you to your peak as fast as he can. You throw your head against his shoulder and put your still bond hands on the armrest in front of you as you let out a silent scream as more tears stream down your face from all the pleasure you have received and the six orgasm bring a little bit more pleasurable pain than plain pleasure.
As soon as you go limp in Jimin’s arms his holds himself still and cums as well with a shout of your name, “Y/N, God, baby.” He rests his forehead on your back as you both drop on the couch. “See, I told you I could do it.” He picks you up and turns you over, so you are laying on his chest and takes off his belt and rubs your red and sore wrist. You open your heavy eyes to see Jimin frowning at your wrist. “Baby?” you mumble, “What’s wrong?”
“Was I too rough? Was it too much? Oh no, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I was just trying to prove to you I could make you feel good. That I was-” You cut him off with a lazy kiss in which he returned just as lazy. The kiss never deepened, you both being too tired to give anymore than a simple peck. Pulling back you rest your head on his chest, “Baby, I never said you couldn’t do it. I was just shocked you picked such a high number. And let me tell you that was the best I have ever felt. I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.” Jimin chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“Sleep baby. We can shower later.” But you were already fast asleep. Chuckling once more he throws a blanket over you both and he too falls asleep.
“Shhhhhh, they are asleep. Awe, look at them, baby. Aren’t they cute?” You faintly hear y/f/n say as you begin to wake up. “I swear they always fall asleep during movie night. Every time I come home after a few hours they are asleep just like that. How sweet. I am so glad she is happy.” You hear the front door shut and Youngjae responds, “Yeah babe, they are cute.” he and y/f/n laugh quietly to each other. Not wanting to move you keep your eyes closed. You try to go back to sleep once you hear her bedroom door open and shut because you know what is about to come. You smile while thinking about how your best friend thinks you don’t know about all the times Youngjae has came over and stayed the night only to leave early in the morning so he wouldn’t run into you. You only knew this because your best friend wasn’t exactly the quietest person in the bedroom. And right on cue you hear, “Oh Youngjae.” Laughing just snuggle into Jimin’s chest knowing she has heard you and Jimin plenty of times so you just smile since she seems happy with Youngjae and go back to sleep with your boyfriend slightly snoring in your ear.

Dex has a hard time saying no to Nursey. It’s been happening since they stopped arguing as much and started… talking… more? That’s not really the right word, but it’s complicated. Maybe. Some days it feels more complicated than others. They’re friends, he thinks, and maybe it’s best to stop trying to invent new labels for it, whatever it is. Dex may not know what to call it, but he does know that now he likes making Nursey laugh more than he likes making him angry, so that’s something.

Dex 1, Poetry 0.

It starts on Monday. They’re piling onto the bus, ready to head back to Samwell after a 3-1 victory over Yale, happy and proud but exhausted all the same. Dex pulls out the reading for his English class and startles when he feels a heavy weight settle against his side. He looks over and finds Nursey leaning against him, feet propped up on the seat where his hockey butt should be, notebook and pen in his lap. Nursey tilts his head back so he can see Dex’s puzzled expression and a slow grin spreads across his face. Dex’s heart stutters, skipping a beat.

“Hey. Is this chill?”

Somehow, between the stray curl that flops down onto Nursey’s forehead and the strong, strong urge compelling Dex to take a nap right then and there, he just doesn’t have the guts to say no.

On Tuesday morning, Dex is staring at a line of infuriatingly complicated code when he hears a knock on his door. Bleary eyed and cranky, he stomps over and flings the door open to one Derek Nurse, who beams at him like Dex is the best thing he’s seen all day.

“C'mon, Dexy, let’s go get Annie’s!”

Dex yawns, then blinks. “What?”

“You, me, coffee,” Nursey says slowly, pointing first at Dex, then at himself, then down the hall.

Dex considers the offer. He’s been working for two hours now, so long enough to take a break, and he actually hasn’t had any coffee yet today. Maybe some caffeine would help him. Plus, Nursey is wearing that sweater that matches his eyes and also he’s super excited, the way he gets when he lets go of his chill to tell Dex all about his day or about a good book he just finished, and Dex would never admit it but it’s halfway to adorable. So it’s not surprising at all that Dex just can’t find it in him to decline and grabs his jacket, computer abandoned forlornly on his bed until later.

Wednesday night, the boys throw a kegster for their win at Yale. Dex volunteers himself for Nursey Patrol because by 10:00, Nursey has had approximately three beers and has already tried to make his own tub juice in the bathtub upstairs, bake cookies in Bitty’s oven, and kidnap Chowder’s beloved giant plush shark for his own room. Twice.

By midnight, Nursey has also played two rounds of beer pong and lost miserably, first to Lardo and then to Ransom and Holster, and Dex is the only thing standing between him and a third match against Bitty and Tango. “You can crush them next time,” Dex reassures him, guiding him out to the front porch for some air. “Ready to head back?” He watches as Nursey sways against the porch railing, then nudges him with an elbow. “Hmm?”

“Yeah, okay,” Nursey sighs quietly, and Dex is struck by how small it sounds. He slings an arm around Nursey’s waist and Nursey throws an arm around his shoulders before they start walking. It’s cool outside, but Dex doesn’t shiver.

“S'okay ‘f I stay with you?” Nursey mumbles. Dex tightens his arm as they stumble over a tree root and sighs, his breath trailing out in front of him.

It’s part of being on Nursey Patrol, he thinks. He has Nursey’s back, always - he can’t just leave him alone - so of course he says yes.

Thursday night finds Dex at a poetry reading, of all places, with a half unfinished coding assignment sitting on his desk back in his dorm and 50 flashcards to make before his Calculus test on Monday.

Nursey’s tried to get Dex to come to a reading before, but that was back when Dex had some semblance of willpower. Now, here he is, sitting next to Nursey at a table smack in the middle of Annie’s in a sea of beanies and overpriced clothing that sort of reminds him of Nursey’s closet but not really because, well, with him it’s different, okay?

“I thought you said this wasn’t gonna be weird,” Dex mutters. In his sweater and jeans, Dex sticks out like… He sticks out a lot. He’s not good with metaphors. But usually it’s just his hair and his ears, not his entire person, and he’s tripled his usual level of embarrassment.

“Chill,” Nursey grins, ruffling Dex’s hair as he mildly protests. “It’s only weird if you make it weird, Poindexter.” Dex shoots him a half-hearted glare, but he doesn’t say anything as the first girl gets up on the stage.

Dex would kill anyone who accused him of it, but he’s actually having fun. Even though he doesn’t really get poetry, it’s nice to sit here with Nursey, whose comments are surprisingly more entertaining than annoying. He nudges Dex when someone he knows is onstage, and finally Dex can put faces to Nursey’s stories of overly critical classmates and editors who rip his hard work to shreds using only a red pen - like Elliott. He’s going to keep a special eye on Elliott in particular, now that he knows what he looks like. Jerk.

An hour and a half flies by, and Dex has even said hello to some of Nursey’s artsy writing friends who are seated nearby. One of them (he thinks his name is Caleb but he can’t be sure) asks him if he’s been to any other readings before, and Dex shrugs. “This isn’t really my scene, but Derek-” Wait.

Where’s Derek?

He’s not in his chair next to Dex, and he’s not ordering a coffee from the barista. Dex knows he’d have said something if he was getting up to go to the bathroom - oh.

He’s onstage.

Dex’s eyebrows knit themselves together into a scowl. Maybe he’s never actually been to one of Nursey’s readings before, but Nursey always tells him when he’s performing a piece. Sometimes he even lets Dex listen to whatever it is he’s reciting that night as a final test run. It’s nice. Why would he keep this one a secret?

Nursey clears his throat. He’s standing right in front of Dex and he looks… Uncomfortable? Shy? Dex can’t quite place it, it’s so strange. He watches Nursey smooth out the paper in front of him and look up again into the bright stage lights and then it hits him. Nursey’s nervous.

On any other day, Dex would relish in the chance to see what lies under Nursey’s trademark 'chill,’ but right now it has him worried more than anything else. He catches Nursey’s eye, and Dex gives him a (slightly confused, but he’s aiming for supportive) grin and a thumbs-up for encouragement. Nursey nods ever so slightly and straightens up, then starts to read, his eyes still on Dex.

It takes Dex two lines before he starts to process Nursey’s poem, another three before he starts to blush, and then he’s bright red and silent for the rest. He’s not good with metaphors, but he thinks he might know what Nursey means - or else he’s very, very, painfully wrong. Dex would hate to be wrong right now. But then Nursey says the last line in his poem, and everything just… Clicks.

“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

It hits Dex square in the chest. That’s it. That’s the 'something’ they have.

Dex doesn’t have long to dwell on it, though, because suddenly everyone is standing up and stampeding toward the door, Nursey must have been the last speaker, Nursey, where’s Nursey?

Dex gets up, but he doesn’t go anywhere. He’s tall, he thinks, and Nursey’s tall, too. He’ll find him. And he’s right, because a couple parts ways to move around their table and there he is, still close to the stage but trying to make his way to Dex, and Nursey’s grin is so wide it looks like it hurts and Dex is pretty sure he stopped breathing a few seconds ago.

By the time Nursey finally, finally finds Dex, Annie’s is almost deserted. And even though Dex has had plenty of time to figure out what to say, he’s not the English major, so he doesn’t say anything.

“Hey,” Nursey says softly, still smiling at Dex, and Dex wants nothing more than to see that smile every day for the rest of his life because it’s Nursey, it’s always been Nursey and what’s even better is that for Nursey, it’s always been Dex and before he knows it Dex is in Nursey’s arms and Nursey is swinging him around and laughing.

But just as Dex’s feet hit the ground, suddenly they’re sliding out from under him and he gasps, tightening his arms around Nursey’s neck and squeezing his eyes shut. When he stops moving, he tentatively opens his eyes and there’s Nursey smirking above him, and Dex realizes he’s dipping him, the sap, right in the middle of Annie’s.

“Chill, Poindexter, you’ve already fallen for me once today,” Nursey says smugly, and Dex rolls his eyes. He doesn’t think it works, though, considering he’s bright red and grinning like mad.

“You’re ruining it, Derek,” he scolds, and Nursey pulls him upright.

“Kiss me?” Nursey asks softly in reply, and Dex, well…

Dex has never been one to say no to Nursey.