#Going to stop rambling like a lunatic

[welcometogrouchland]

Also what if I said the show taking time to show that Luz and Hunter aren't unhealthily dependent on one another post time skip the way they were in thanks to them (but still close seen in Luz's patches on her clothes or Hunter taking time off work to go to Luz's bday) actually plays in to the cycle of sibling betrayal motif w/ the Clawthornes and Wittebanes????

[sophieswundergarten]

It's always bothered me that we don't get to know what happened to that kid who was mistaken for Reynie when he got caught spying on the Executives and Recruiters.

Because, we know very few things about him:

He was a Messenger, and a candidate for an Executive in the future

He was a "special recruit" (Read: kidnapped and brainwashed child)

He was curious, and asking questions got him sent to the Waiting Room at least once

He was likely going to be retrained as a Helper, so he's probably an older teen

He's average looking

What else?? What happened to him??? Is he okay? Did he really end up being one of the Helpers and then Mr. Benedict gave him his memories back?

I've been thinking about him so much.

I've been calling him "Digory Hallows"; "Digory" being a French name meaning "lost one", and "Hallows" an English surname meaning "hollow". Also it just sounds like an MBS character name.

And I have decided that Milligan probably just rescued him in his spare time on the island and forgot to tell the other kids because there was so much going on.

He was moving around the Institute, pretending to be a Helper and trying to blend in, when he saw this kid getting taken away to get his brain swept. He's not super close, so for a minute Milligan also mistakes him for Reynie, and he starts panicking because How on earth did the kid get caught, I thought they were fine? Does this mean the others (Kate) are in trouble too?

So he runs over and takes out the Executives/Ten Men who have a hold of the kid, and part way through he realises from behaviour/lack of recognition/general demeanor that this kid isn't Reynie. But, he's not about to leave something half-finished, and the kid needs help anyway, so he finishes dealing with the situation. He then just kind of looks at this boy who is Clearly Not Reynie, and awkwardly introduces himself as "someone who will help".

The kid doesn't have any good information about the Whisperer, since he didn't have the background that Mr. Benedict gave the team, so after he relays a few details about the building set up and directions, Milligan helps him sneak onto a supply ship and escape. He also tells him to check in with some people they have connections with, so the boy isn't totally alone when he gets to the mainland.

And then the normal sequence of events proceeds and Milligan gets captured, etc., meanwhile Digory goes on to be the most accomplished useless side character ever, and gets a job on the Shortcut! Eventually, he makes his way back to Mr. Benedict and gets whatever memories he may have lost restored, but by then he's seen the world, and he settles down in Stonetown to be a journalist.

He does cross paths with Reynie and the others when he gets back, since Milligan checks in to see how he's doing, and Kate points out how similar the two look. At which point the whole story comes out, and Reynie apologises profusely, but Digory waves him off. He would have been stuck with Curtain for much longer if Milligan hadn't gotten him out, and he probably wouldn't have been able to see how bad things were going until it was too late.

As it is, he's happy with where he ended up. He can put his curiosity to good use and help people now, but he acknowledges that he was in way over his head at the Institute, and he wouldn't have been able to do what the kids did. However, he does help interview the Helpers and other ex-Messengers, and tries to get the information out about all the good Mr. Benedict did as much as he can.

[419jhat]

I've had this plot bunny for a while. I love the idea of a fic where Eddie is super famous and Steve has no idea who he is, but they meet and fall in love.

Like, Steve's just walking down the street, super sick, trying to find a convenience store so he can find anything to save his drippy nose and stop his cough, when he gets accosted by some dude on the sidewalk with his phone out. The guy and his friend are rambling about the latest Spotify hits and Steve notices a second too late that he's being recorded and that there's a microphone in his face, so he kind of shakes himself awake and adjusts his glasses so he can see the phone.

The guy's all decked out like a rockstar with tattoos and piercings and tight leather everything, and he wants Steve's opinion. But the problem is that Steve doesn't listen to music or pay attention to famous anything, so he kind of recoils, because he realizes this random guy is trying to make him listen to his mixtape.

“Is it good?” Steve asks.

The guy’s friend kind of blinks at him and says, “I mean, it's Eddie Munson,” like that's supposed to mean something.

“Never heard of it,” Steve says with a shrug, and the rockstar starts laughing like a lunatic.

“Well, can you just listen? We're getting street reactions to the new album,” the guy says, offering him an airpod.

Steve sighs and sticks the thing in his ear and rolls his eyes when he instantly recognizes the whiney guitar solo Dustin won't stop playing every hour of the day.

He shrugs and says, “I've heard better.”

This completely shocks the guy. The rockstar takes it as a challenge to try and flirt, but Steve's too sick to catch on so he sits there bitching about Corroded Coffin on camera until he gets bored and ditches the interview halfway to go get his meds. Meanwhile, Eddie's ego is bruised but he's kind of in love. This sparks an internet manhunt desperately trying to find the handsome mystery man who caught the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin's eye, and Steve being harassed by his friends when the interview goes viral.

[456-is-the-way]

A/N: Hello everyone it has been a while since I have done any sort of fanfiction. I want to try and get back in the groove for this new year. There are so many fandoms I want to write for. I want to try and get all my drafts and inbox requests cleared out by June but who knows if that will happen. Right now I will focus on them one at a time. But for now I want to focus a bit on Squid Game since the new episode just released. This will be a two part fanfiction.

PART 2 IS UP

Squid Game Masterlist

Triggers: Mention of death, Gore (part 2), smoking, alcohol use, age gap (reader is 25 , Seong is 50,) and SMUT (PART 2)

Seong Gi- Hun x Reader

Game of Hearts pt.1

Seong Gi- Hun had his heart, mind, and soul set on finding the person who currently ran the Squid Game. He needed to find not only their leader but the island he was sent to in hopes of stopping the horrid games once and for all. His first step was to find the salesman who recruited him. Gi- Hun needed a team searching everyday for signs of this recruiter, and with his money he could afford anyone he desires. That is how (Y/n) (L/n) landed an invitation from Gi- Hun to discuss a partnership. Doing his research on possible hires, her name somehow kept finding its way to the top of his list. (Y/n) (L/n) came from an international family who of course aren't exactly on the right side of the law. Gi- Hun normally would not converse with people such as this but he needed someone discreet. It is possible this foreigner may be just the thing he needed to give a different perspective, and if they were caught it wouldn't connect back to him.

Gi- Hun sat patiently waiting for (Y/n) to arrive. His leg bounced nervously as the anticipation continued to grow. He was eager to get his mission started and this was only the first step in his plan. So many doubts ran through his mind. Everything that happened, all the friends lost, and worst of all the betrayals. A gentle knock at the door instantly grabbed his attention. “You may enter.” He spoke in a monotone voice. A cricking sound echoed in the room as (Y/n) entered. Now Gi- Hun had seen many beautiful foreigners in his life but this woman took his breath away. A feeling was rekindling he never thought possible again especially with how things ended with his ex wife whom Gi- Hun used to harbor feelings for. (Y/n) was a decent height, not taller than he was. Her sharp (e/c) eyes had been the first thing that captivated him. A look someone in power gave and it made him almost fall to his knees in front of her. (Y/n) held her head high taking a seat in front of him. She crossed her legs elegantly ready for business. Suddenly his lips were dry he quickly wets them taking a breath in.

“Are you just going to sit there and sweat all over the place or talk business?” Her tone that made him hang off every word spoken.

Gi- Hun nods,” Forgive me. I am looking for someone and I believe your team has the skill set needed to help.”

“Sure, do you have a picture of this suspect? Do you want them dead or alive?” (Y/n) got straight to the point.

“No I don’t have a picture but I can describe him, maybe even draw a reference up, but I do need him alive. This man is very dangerous. I didn't plan to go into detail about him. I do think you need to know what I have been through…” Gi- Hun then goes into details about how the salesman looked and tells her the synopsis of his time in the Squid Games. In honesty he simply needed to vent to some who might listen. Like any normal person of course her facial expressions changed throughout the entire hour he spent rambling on. Just as she was about to call him a lunatic and storm out for wasting her time Gi- Hun pulled out a case of money. The sum only one could achieve if his story was true. He looked like a desperate man needing someone, anyone to believe him.

“I’m in.” Those are the words that sealed their fate.

_1 Year Later_

The first year was rough for Gi- Hun who struggled with no progress. The pressure built on his shoulders as (Y/n)’s team searched. No leads, signs, or any traces of this guy or any others recruiting for their sadistic game. He is currently lighting a cigarette leaning back in his chair. It was time for (Y/n)'s weekly update. She walked into the room. The once stone cold eyes now turn soft seeing Gi- Huns distress. It was easy to notice he was worked up, especially today because it happened to be the ‘anniversary’ of him winning the games.

(Y/n) had also opened up with Gi- Hun the older man constantly turned to her for conversation. Normally she would dismiss clients' interests in becoming more than just professional partners… However this man , using those sad puppy looks made her professional code crumble after the first 3 months. Today Gi- Hun started their normal conversation about who went where and searched what stations including all the evidence of their searches that had been submitted via picture. (Y/n) in the middle of their debriefing took a bold step behind Gi- Hun’s desk gently placing both of her soft hands on his shoulders. At first he tensed up, unsure of her movements. Little by little her hands began to move , rubbing his shoulders.

“What…why are you doing this?” His voice shakes from the amount of relaxation he was drifting into. She chuckled at his response and applied more pressure at the base of his neck earning a moan. “You are trying to kill me aren't you?”

“Gi- Hun if I wanted to kill you and take all of your money I would have done so already. But I wouldn’t ever think of doing that. After meeting you nothing feels the same… I want to meet more than once a week. I can see this is tearing you apart. You have been at this for a year… we may not have much progress… but I know destiny brought us together and it's just begun. I won’t leave your side.” She could not stop as her heart took over.

Gi- Hun is speechless gazing up into her large (e/c) eyes that sparkle in the dim light of this run down hotel. “It's dangerous, I am dangerous. All the people that were killed… I hated that I even got you involved… you are the closest friend I have made in a very long time.”

Friend… just like that her world crumbles this whole time she had only been a friend to Gi- Hun and nothing more? All the late nights thinking of him. How (Y/n) casually would scroll through their texts… Each sweet compliment or kind gesture from Gi- Hun meant nothing but… friendship… (Y/n) refused to let her emotions show now.

“Yeah, what are friends for! I know you would do the same for me if the roles were reversed… or at least I would hope so.” She felt her cheeks warm up as he stood gazing down at her. Gi- Hun pulled her into a hug needing more physical contact. (Y/n) quickly embraces him as well, feeling the need to act as if this was no more than a friendship.

“I don't know what I would do without you.” He whispered. It was breaking Gi- Hun to tell her this was nothing more than a friendship because he craved more. But he didn't need to put a target on her back. If she got caught up in these horrid games… if they killed her… Gi- Hun wouldn't be able to move on.

“I should get going. I have some more paths to lay out with my men. They need to know where to head for next week.” (Y/n) pulled back, turning to leave.

Gi- Hun grabbed the small of her forearm, “Wait! How about we get some drinks tomorrow. It's an off day… I would really like to treat you… Come here and I’ll take you somewhere nice… as professional friends of course!” It took a moment for her to respond properly, she had to make sure her voice did not waver, not in front of him anymore.

“Yeah I would love that. How does around noon sound?” She asked after receiving a confirmation from Gi- Hun (Y/n) left returning to her apartment tossing herself in the bed with a sigh. Why is she putting herself through this? The desire to cancel this meetup was close but she had to see him… She craves Seong Gi- Hun.

-To Be Continued.

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 11

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lizzie barely had time to take in the Quadrant studio before a guy launched himself across the room like he was personally greeting a royal dignitary.

“Oh my god, you actually brought her,” he gushed, stopping just short of throwing himself at Mara’s paws. “Lando never lets us meet his friends—”

Lando sighed theatrically, rolling his eyes as he led Lizzie inside. "Because you're all lunatics."

The man grinned, unfazed by Lando's comment. "Yeah, but we're your lunatics.”

Max Fewtrell, already grinning, lifted his phone. “Right, formal introduction time. Lizzie, welcome to Quadrant chaos. You already know me—”

“Tragically,” Lando mumbled.

“—but this is Ethan, who thinks he runs things, Ria, who actually runs things, and Steve, the only adult in the room.”

Lizzie grinned. “Nice to finally meet you all.”

“Oh, we’re making this official,” Ria said, practically vibrating as she rummaged through a box on the table.

Lando groaned. “I already hate this.”

Ethan smirked. “Oh, you will.”

With a dramatic flourish, Ria pulled out a small fabric bundle and unfolded it.

Lizzie blinked.

It was a Quadrant dog bandana. Black with neon streaks, the brand’s logo stitched neatly in the corner.

“You made her merch?” Lizzie asked, trying to hold back a laugh.

Lando let out a long-suffering sigh. “Okay, listen. I can’t be seen walking a dog wearing Ferrari merch—”

"You could just walk her," Max chimed in.

"Shut up. Anyway.” Lando picked up the bandana. “And I highly doubt Lizzie would let me put McLaren papaya on her—”

“Not happening,” Lizzie confirmed.

“So this is a compromise.” Lando gestured at the bandana like it was the only logical solution. "I thought she’d want a little Quadrant flair too.”

There was a beat of silence as everyone seemed to process his logic.

Then, everyone started laughing. Loudly.

"Oh my god." Ethan shook his head, grinning. "Lando Norris, dog-walking fashion expert. Who would have thought?”

Max snorted. “Honestly, I get it. The internet would never let you live it down.”

Lando shot him a look. "Exactly. Have you checked Twitter lately? They already think I'm the biggest Ferrari fan in the history of ever. I don't need to give them any more ammunition."

Everyone else laughed harder. Ria was trying to catch her breath. "Oh my god, Lando, you're such a drama queen."

Steve, the supposed only adult in the room, was the only one who didn’t laugh. Instead, he studied the bandana with a considering expression. “Honestly, it is a good look. The orange would have clashed with her coat anyway.”

That set off another round of laughter, but Lando looked oddly appeased by Steve’s assessment.

Max clapped his hands together, grinning. “Right, Mara needs to try it on. Lando. Do your thing.”

Lando rolled his eyes, yet he knelt next to Mara. The Labrador seemed to realize this was important, because she sat perfectly still, her eyes trained on the bandana.

Lando wrapped the bandana around her neck, adjusting it until it fit snugly.

“There we go. She’s a Quadrant girl now,” he said, ruffling Mara’s ears.

 Lizzie crouched beside her.

“What do you think, girl?” she asked. “You like it?”

Mara gave a single wag of her tail.

“Oh, that’s a yes,” Ria confirmed, nodding sagely.

“100%,” Max agreed.

Lando stood, hands on his hips. "Of course she likes it. I have good taste."

Lizzie suppressed a smirk, trying (and failing) to hide her amusement at the ridiculous scene unfolding before her.

"And he's modest too," she joked.

Lando shot her a look, though there was no real annoyance behind it. "Hey, I'm just stating facts."

Max snickered. "Lando Norris, humble as always."

"You all just wish you were as humble as I am," Lando shot back, rolling his eyes.

Ethan gave an exaggerated sigh. "I know. It's tragic really. If only we could be as modest as the great Lando 'I'm a better driver than everyone in this room' Norris."

Lando flicked him off in response.

"So, this is where the magic is gonna happen?" Lizzie asked curiously, staring around the warehouse. "It looks..."

"Like an abandoned warehouse?" Max suggested drily. "It's for the aesthetic of the photoshoot."

"And what is that aesthetic?" Lizzie asked. "Where to dump a body?"

Lando shot her an amused glance. "Dark, edgy, abandoned industrial-chic, I think."

"Yeah, it's our 'we're really cool and don't care' vibe," Ethan chimed in.

Ria nodded. "And it's cheaper than renting out an actual studio."

"Not to mention we have the freedom to set everything up exactly the way we want," Steve added.

"You know...for the vibe," Max said, wiggling his fingers in the air.

"I think the aesthetic choice is very 'Lando','" Lizzie mused, eyeing Lando, who looked offended.

"What does that mean?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm..." Lizzie tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to think. "Rich, edgy, slightly obnoxious..."

"I am none of those things," Lando protested.

Lizzie stared at him. "Lando, you literally bought a Range Rover on a whim. Now you are sitting here,  in front of the dog, whose bandana you had custom designed as we debate the 'aesthetic' of your photoshoot in a warehouse."

Max snickered, while Ria and Ethan tried to hide their smiles. 

Lando huffed. "Fine, I see your point. But it's still a cool aesthetic."

"It's definitely unique," Lizzie conceded.

Max's grin widened as he turned to Mara, who had been quietly observing the entire exchange. "And what do you think, Mara? Do you think Lando has a cool aesthetic?"

The Labrador simply sat there, with her tongue lolling out, blissfully unaware of the debate about Lando's cool factor.

Lizzie smiled. "I think that's a solid 'yes' in dog language."

"Alright, alright. Enough making fun of me," Lando complained, though he didn't look particularly bothered. 

Steve, who'd been watching the whole exchange, finally spoke up.

"You know, I have to say, this is already more fun than most photoshoots."

Granted, Lizzie had managed to get through her life with literally only three photoshoots unless one counted random selfies with fans, so she tended to agree.

It was quite fun that she got to watch the whole thing go down though, shooting Lando's newest merch collection, while Mara happily took a nap on her feet. It was...interesting to see this side of him. 

Lando, as it turned out, had a knack for modeling. He effortlessly fell into different poses, morphing from nonchalant cool to charming casual without breaking a sweat. Lizzie couldn't help but admire him.

Ethan, as the photographer, seemed to be having the time of his life. He directed the shoot with enthusiasm, barking instructions like the self-proclaimed art director. "Okay, Lando, give me intense stare. Yeah, that's it. Now, throw in some smolder."

Max, playing the role of the hype man, didn't hesitate to boost up Lando's ego.  "Damn, mate. You were made for this. When are you gonna ditch racing and become a professional model?"

"Never," Lando shot back, without even pausing in his poses. "I have too much dignity for that."

"Dignity? You?" Max laughed. "That ship sailed years ago."

"Oh, shut up," Lando retorted, but he couldn't quite hide his smile.

Lizzie watched all of this with amusement, her eyes fixated on Lando as he moved in front of the camera.

He was a different person in front of the lens.

Confident, charismatic, almost...intoxicating.

It was easy to lose herself in the view, especially as his gaze frequently met hers, his smug smirk sending tingles down her spine.

God, he was handsome.

After what felt like hours, the shoot was over.

The lights were shut off, the equipment packed away, and the warehouse slowly returned from a makeshift photoshoot studio back to an abandoned warehouse.

Lando, as if waking from a trance, wandered over to Lizzie, his gaze roaming over her in a way that she could only describe as hungry.

"You’re staring," Lizzie pointed out, fighting down a shiver as his gaze continued to linger on her.

Lando gave her a lazy smile, not bothering to look away. "Can you blame me?"

Lizzie’s heart did a little flip, her cheeks warming under his gaze. She was still getting used to this — the casual intimacy between them, the easy banter, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing in the room worth seeing.

She could hear the others packing up and chattering in the background, their voices a soft, background hum. But right now, her attention was laser-focused on Lando, his eyes still holding hers captive.

"We need to get going," she said, kinda hating herself fo having to say that. "Tasha will kill me if I am late to my own reading."

Lando nodded, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from her.

“Right, right. Can’t have Tasha coming after you with a pitchfork,” he said, his tone light but his eyes still holding that intense look.

She gave him a smile, but she promised herself that tonight…tonight she was going to take advantage of that massive bed in their hotel room. 

***

"We banned all flash photography and we'll had somebody tell them to just ignore Mara multiple times," Tasha said seriously.

Lando hadn't known that Lizzies best friend slash pseudo-sister also had the role as personal assistant slash point of contact for everybody that was involved in Lizzie's actual job...but he had learned that over the last few weeks.

Lando leaned back in his seat, watching Tasha as she talked. She was a force to be reckoned with, that much was obvious. He couldn't help but respect her dedication to making sure everything ran smoothly.

And he was also very glad that Lizzie had somebody with her at all times that knew the ins and outs of her epilepsy better than anybody else.

Tasha was a godsend, both a best friend and a safety net for Lizzie.

As Tasha continued briefing them on the night's schedule, Lando let his gaze drift to Lizzie, who was listening intently to her friend.

She was an absolute star to look at as always, but there was something different about tonight. There was a spark in her eyes, a hint of excitement, and a faint smile on her lips he really liked.

Lando was not the type to sit and listen to people gushing over books for hours, but given the way Lizzie looked, he was sure he could put up with it...

He had been to his fair share of movie premieres and gallery openings, but those were easy. He took a few pictures, flashed a charming smile...he was the center of attention. 

But tonight…Lando Norris was completely ignored. Because he was uninteresting. 

Elizabeth Treshton was the star. 

Lando Norris got to sit backstage and follow along from the shadows. 

And quite frankly, he found the whole experience fascinating, just because he got to see Lizzie's world.

The world of books, of words and imagination. It was utterly foreign to him, and yet he couldn't help but find it fascinating...especially with Lizzie in the middle of it.

She was the star here. She was the one people wanted to see. The world she had created, the characters that had been born out of her words on a page...millions of people had read these words.

And they loved them.

Lando found, to his surprise, that he couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked on stage, as she read a few pages, as the hall clapped, and as she answered the first few questions. It wasn't even about the words anymore, it was about the way she talked, about the way her eyes shined. About the way she was fully in her element.

He wasn't looking at a different woman...but he was looking at a facet of hers...that he hadn't yet gotten to completely see.

And he found himself wondering how many there were. How many layers he still had to uncover, how many things he still needed to discover.

He was a race car driver, speed and competition were his domain. He was living the life he'd always wanted.

But sitting here in this venue, watching Lizzie take the stage and make an audience of strangers hang onto her every word like the last light in a dark cave...he knew he was only scratching the surface here.

The rest of the reading, the Q&A and the signing went by in a bit of a blur. He was too busy watching Lizzie and the way her face lit up when fans came up to her and told her how her writing had moved or inspired them. And when she was finally finished, making her way towards him with a tired smile on her face, he couldn't help but reach out and grab her by the hand to pull her closer.

Her steps faltered for a second as he pulled her closer, but when she looked at him, her expression melted into a soft, tired smile. "You held out pretty well," she teased lightly.

Lando shrugged nonchalantly, his grip on her hand tightening. "I had a pretty good view to keep me entertained," he replied, his gaze drifting over her face with an intensity that belied his casual tone.

"Oh? And what exactly was so entertaining about the view?" Lizzie asked, amusement sparkling in her eyes despite her obvious tiredness.

Lando's smile widened into a lazy smirk. "Just taking in the show, Miss Treshton," he said, his thumb tracing circles against her wrist. "You were quite the spectacle up there."

Lizzie arched an eyebrow. "Spectacle, huh? Are you just trying to butter me up, Mr. Norris?"

"You are incredible, you know that?" he told her seriously.

She stared at him wide-eyed.

"And not just tonight," he continued, unable to keep the admiration out of his voice. "You've built a whole world with your words, Lizzie. And you've got millions of people wrapped around your little finger, myself included.”

[avelera]

maybe I'm remembering wrong but I feel like some time ago I saw a post from you theorizing that Mel was Jayce's first for like, everything. I was wondering if you would be willing to expand on why you think that ;0

Yeah it's this post where I talk about how Jayce has the vibe of, "Intimidatingly hot girl that is so hot no one has ever asked her out before so she thinks she's unlovable."

I think Mel thought Jayce was a fuckboi. I mean, look at him! He totally looks like a muscle jock with a 1000 watt smile, who seems to soak up the adoration of the crowd, who seems based on his looks like he must have a vibrant sex life of sleeping with whoever he wants. To my eyes, Mel 100% thought that by sleeping with Jayce she would just be one of many and she could use the influence from that encounter to continue to manipulate him, but it would be a totally casual, sexual encounter.

Her belief he's a fuckboi seems to be confirmed when he's not there in the morning after they sleep together. You can see what's going through her head. She's thinking, "Welp, sleep with a fuckboi and you get a fuckboi. I don't know why I thought a party guy like that would stick around after, but I'm still disappointed." She is pissed and seems personally hurt/offended when he comes "crawling" back to apologize, and then he reveals it's because the single most important person in his life is dying.

Everything changes after that. Mel realizes she misunderstood Jayce. She realizes when he puts his head in her lap and kisses her wrist and is casually physically affectionate with her that she super-duper misread the situation. Jayce isn't a fuckboi. They slept together once and he thinks they're dating now! Mel actually looks like she's panicking there at how seriously he's taking this "relationship" AND she's realizing that she's taking him away from the actual love of his life, Viktor, so she fucked up big time. She literally reads the situation and immediately clocks, in my opinion, that Jayce is with the wrong person right now and possibly hasn't been aware of his love for Viktor and vice versa and as the one emotionally intelligent person in that trio says, "You lunatic, go back to your man right now, wtf are you doing here with me??" in so many words. She feels guilty and she realizes she fucked up and this actually very sweet guy is attached to her now. That's when she really begins to have feelings for him too but very much despite herself IMO.

As for Jayce being a virgin, or very near to it, I mean... Jayce doesn't notice people are attracted to him. He just doesn't. He's got random people sighing over him during Progress Day and he doesn't notice. He visibly swallows with nerves when Mel mildly flirts with him. He's not a fuckboi at all, if anything he's oblivious.

Basically, I think it fits that if Mel's not his actual first, she could very well be near his first. Jayce has been busy lately! Hextech is his dream, he's working at all hours, he's a hyperfixating nerd who spends all hours with his lab partner and if he's been hopelessly pining after Viktor then that's even more evidence he might have been "saving himself" for a marriage that didn't seem to be happening. Even when Mel kisses him, IMO Jayce's pause as he calculates whether or not he should reciprocate feels like he's thinking, "Do I have a shot with Viktor? No, sadly. Viktor's made it clear he's not interested so I might as well stop denying myself other relationships, especially with someone who expresses real interest and acts on it in a way my nerd-boy brain can understand." (Jayce is direct, he thinks in straight lines, and Mel flirts in the one way he understands IMO, but that's a meta for another day.)

So err, at the risk of rambling for 10 more pages, I think that addresses your question?

[rodentcarnival]

Miraculously flirty | Minji Kim

summary: being ladybug is tiring, especially when there's a flirty cat-bear around every corner and all you want to do is focus on your crush, minji kim. based on the episode “truth” iykyk. 

warnings: none

tags: chatnoir!minji, ladybug!y/n, both are hopeless, actually a crack fic

WC: 2.8k

who knew finding a random box of earrings on the sidewalk would change your life forever? definitely not you.

but now you were stuck fighting villains that some lame guy named hawkmoth kept sending your way just so he can steal your miraculousness! how fucking rude. 

whatever none of that matters because at least you still get to go to school everyday to swoon over your long time crush minji kim. 

ugh how you could talk about her for hours and hours that your best friend hanni would have to duct tape your mouth shut to get you to stop. 

ever since you became the guardian of the miracle box, you haven't been the best of friends. you can't see your friends anymore, nor can you see your partner in crime chat noir. worst of all youve been skipping your dates with dani. 

and it’s not like you hated dani. she was sweet, funny, talented, everything anyone could ever wish for. but your eyes always strayed back to minji. yes, the very minji who was actually chat noir. not that you knew that. after all, identity reveals were forbidden, for both of your safeties.

“HEY! THAT’S MY DIARY!” you screamed, lunging toward yeji, the fox kwami, who was flipping through it like it was the morning newspaper.

“hyein, please!” you whined, nearly knocking over your chair. “i thought kwamis couldn’t come out into the human world without a holder?”

“i guess now that you’re the guardian, the rules are a little more... unpredictable. just like you!” hyein, the kwami of creation, chirped while munching on a square of a peanut butter banana sandwich.

before you could scold her, your computer suddenly started ringing. your best friend hanni’s name flashed on the screen which was triggered by the kwamis jumping on your keyboard and phone like it was a trampoline.

you tried to compose yourself as the call connected.

“hey y/n… are you alright?”

you froze, realizing the kwamis couldn’t be seen through the screen. to her, it just looked like you were fumbling around like a lunatic, grabbing at thin air.

“haha yeah i’m fine! just, uh… really missed your face!” you said, trying to scoop a flying kwami back into the box.

hanni squinted. “hmm… awkward gestures, flustered rambling, pure clumsiness… oh my god. is minji in your room???”

right on cue, your phone started ringing again.

shit. it was dani.

“WHAT? NO?! OMG DANI!” you yelped as the kwamis launched your phone onto the keyboard, hanging up on hanni and accidentally accepting dani’s call.

“hiiii dani!” you tried to sound normal, not like someone who was being tormented by little flying animal things. 

“hey y/n… thanks for the pictures of your room… filled with photos of minji?” she asked, her voice uncertain.

“HAHA YEAH UM… IT'S FULL OF PHOTOS OF MINJI BECAUSE uhh im using them for fashion pics on my blog and i know you have great taste and wanted to ask for your opinion minji!”

“…my name is dani.”

“right! dani! you, of course. obviously. totally slipped up because i’ve just been soooo busy.”

“it’s alright. so… are you ready?”

“…ready for what?”

“our date? i’m waiting downstairs.”

you froze.

your mom shouted from downstairs, “y/n? dani is waiting for you!”

you scrambled to shove all the kwamis back into the miracle box and shoved them in a drawer slamming it shut. 

“hide hyein!” you whisper yelled. she rolled her eyes and zipped into your purse. 

your mom opened the door just as you were fixing your hair. “didn’t you agree to go out with dani yesterday?”

“shoot! it was supposed to be yesterday?” you gasped dashing down the stairs.

“that’s why we agreed i’d come pick you up today silly,” dani said with a grin. “it’s the last showing. would’ve been a bummer to miss it.”

“right… the showing… of course.” you nodded. you still had no clue what she was talking about.

your parents, nosy as always, chimed in. “that movie was terrible when it came out.”

“maybe, but y/n and i love it. we promised we’d see it together.”

“OH MY GOD WE’RE WATCHING THE TITANIC,” you blurted.

dani raised a brow. “don’t tell me you forgot?”

“nope! not at all!” you lied through your teeth. dani deserved better than this.

as you two walked to the movie theatre, she chatted about new albums. you tried to focus, you really did.

“i heard everything’s gnarly,” she said.

“gnarly? what does that even mean?”

“like boba tea, fried chicken, tesla… you know?” she replied.

sitting down in your seats with your popcorn you took a small box out of your pocket that was a gift you bought for dani.

“here. this is for you :)”

she opened it and squealed. inside was a tiny plush bunny holding a carrot.

“eeee! it’s so cute!” she hugged it close.

you were about to lean in and kiss her when the whole building shook.

“what was that?” dani asked, startled.

“haha probably the subway! you know how it runs here! anyway i’m uh, super thirsty! gonna grab some water!” you jumped out of your seat.

in the washroom, hyein popped out of your bag with concern.

“you’re really gonna ditch her again?” she asked softly.

“what am i supposed to say? ‘sorry dani, i’m actually ladybug?’ yeah, no thanks.”

resigned, you nodded. “we’ll deal with dani later. hyein, spots on!”

✨insert your magical girl transformation here✨

you landed on the rooftop and called your partner.

“hey bugaboo, here’s your faithful companion at our rendezvous point just like always~ hope you haven’t forgotten about little old me~” minji’s voice rang out from a voicemail.

you were about to respond when-

“BOO!” she yelled behind you.

you screamed, grabbed her arm on instinct, and flung her off the rooftop.

“AHHHH I’M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!!!” she yelled as she flew off the side.

“EH?! CHAT NOIR??” you gasped, recognizing her voice. you lassoed her back up. well… kind of. she smacked into a window on the way up.

“i could’ve seriously hurt you!” you scolded.

“the only thing that hurts is when you make me patrol alone,” minji pouted. “mmm… i even missed your angry little pout :(”

“i’m sorry kitty cat. things have been… overwhelming.”

“guardian of the miraculous box now huh? big responsibility. but if you want, i can show you what else is big ;)” she winked.

you nearly let go of the rope.

“you’re so annoying. keep this up and i’ll actually make you patrol alone.”

“whatever you say, m’lady.”

meanwhile, back at the theatre, dani sat through the entire movie alone.

you didn’t make it back until the end credits rolled.

“haha sorry! the line was so long. and… i had to take a huge shit because i drank milk this morning and i’m lactose intolerant,” you blurted.

dani just sighed… but smiled anyway.

throughout the rest of the night, emergencies kept interrupting your date. lollipop monsters, flying balloon bombs. each one left dani waiting, alone.

when dani finally performed her song at the pier, you were late, again.

“um… i’d like to dedicate this song to y/n… a girl… who isn’t here. as usual,” she said into the mic, heart sinking.

you showed up halfway through, but even that wasn’t enough to lift her spirits.

after the performance, dani pulled you aside.

“y/n… where do you go when you disappear? just tell me something. anything. i’ll believe you. but… if it’s because you still love minji, i’ll understand.”

“that’s not it!” you insisted.

“then tell me the truth.”

“the truth… is the only thing i can’t tell you.”

and that’s when hawkmoth found his opening.

dani’s expression faded from hurt to anger in an instant. the words of hawkmoth getting to her.

“truth… i’m giving you the power to force people to tell you their secrets.” hawk moth whispered in dani’s head.

“no! the truth needs to be shared not taken by force hawkmoth!” dani shouted, gripping her head trying to fight it.

“what? hawkmoth! dani no!” you shouted, reaching your arm out but not actually doing anything because you need to have a conflict in this instead of i dunno shaking her or ripping the rabbit stuffed animal you clearly saw the moth go into but i guess you are blind today. 

“RUN, Y/N!” she cried before she lost control completely.

you ran away as fast as you could because you realize you may have plot armour but not enough to survive the amount of embarrassment you’ll face if he gets you to say you suffer from ibs. i mean, when you’re forced to reveal you’re ladybug.

you ducked into an alleyway, yanking open your bag.

“we have to purify that akuma,” you said, breathless. “before dani makes me admit that i once cried because i fell down the stairs.”

“you did cry,” hyein nodded solemnly.

“no need to drag me, the stairs already did that.”

you held up your earrings. “spots on!”

✨another magical girl transformation, complete with dramatic wind, glowing sparkles, and a pose that makes your bones crack✨

you scaled a nearby building, keeping to the shadows. truth or should you say, truthified dani, was floating above the city, riding a giant plush bunny like it was a throne. beams of light shot from its eyes, forcing people to shout out their deepest secrets.

“i busted to a photo of drake!”

“i taught my child brain rot as their first words!”

“i peed my pants yesterday!”

“chat noir,” you whispered into your communicator. “we’ve got a bunny problem.”

“did you say bunny? what kind of bunny? fluffy bunny? murderous bunny?… or like, you bunny ;)?”

“CHAT NOIR PLEASE, FOCUS.”

a blur of black and neon green streaked across the sky and landed beside you with a dramatic flip. she flicked her bangs and smirked.

“you called, bugaboo?”

“yes. and if you make one more pun, i’m calling animal control.”

“kinky.”

you sighed. “okay, plan time. dani- i mean truth, gets more powerful the longer we hesitate. we have to find the akumatized object.”

“probably that bunny plushie,” minji said, tilting her head. “if i were akumatizing someone, i’d definitely pick something tragically adorable.”

you nodded. “i gave that to her… this is my fault.”

“hey. no it’s not,” minji said softly, dropping the flirty tone for once. “you’re doing your best. and your best is… well, incredibly hot.”

you were about to respond, but a blinding light shot toward you both.

“ANSWER ME!” dani’s voice echoed like thunder. “WHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME?!”

you both dodged just in time, crashing into a rooftop billboard. you landed awkwardly on top of minji, your face inches from hers.

“hi,” you squeaked.

“so you do like being on top,” she smirked.

you rolled off her like she was on fire.

“we need to distract her. get her to drop the bunny. you take the left and i’ll handle the rooftop.”

“roger that, m’lady.”

as she zipped off, you tried not to think about how your heart was racing for two different reasons: one, the villain currently shooting lasers at your city, and two… chat noir.

god, why did she have to be so annoying? and charming?

as hanni was leaving the pier, a spotlight suddenly gets put on her making her freeze.

dani then zaps her, “tell me the truth! what is y/n’s secret?”

hanni quick to answer, “she’s in love with minji kim!”

“that’s not a secret!”dani says.

zapping another person and being met with the same response of, “y/n is in love with minji kim”, dani gets frustrated.

“no! she must have another secret!”

not being able to witness this anymore because my god is this embarrassing for you, you spring into action in a quite stupid way dare i say. 

instead of trying to surprise dani, you instead leap from the roof and land with a big thump on your face. you were going to land on your feet but you tried being more of a parkour master with 0 training. 

dani zaps you quite easily.

“now… i’ll finally know, who are you ladybug?”

hawkmoth about to bust from this information ong. he salivating at the thought of knowing your true identity.

“i… am…” and just before you could say anything, minji tackles you into the ocean.

“YOU'RE AN OLYMPIC SWIMMER!” minji shouts as she pushes you into the water.

hawkmoth grumbles from his little man cave. “dani! go after them!” 

“no, i have to find something out first.” and uses the truth power on her own mother.

“mom… who’s my dad!”

“your dad is leonardo di caprio…”

“what? sorry hawkmoth but this cannot be put on pause” dani said as she leaped away. 

meanwhile you and minji reconvened.

“what are we gonna do about your truth spell?” she pointed at your lips that now were painted with white lipstick.

you didn’t try speaking before pointing towards her belt and grabbing it.

“hey take me out to dinner first ;)” she said, as you tied the belt around your face to cover your mouth.

dani ran across town eventually coming across her supposed father. using her powers on him, she asked hesitantly, “im danielle marsh… are you my father?”

“danielle marsh… i am your father…” he replied. 

“THEN WHY DID YOU ABANDON ME?” dani shouted, hurt. 

“because i was partying, dating models, divorcing people for turning thirty. wasn’t ready for parenthood.” leonardo replied, clearly not sorry at all. 

before dani could cause anymore harm to him, you and minji showed up. after pushing leonardo into a safe place, dani was able to get away with the goal of finding out y/n’s secret. 

“SHIT THE BOX OF KWAMIS IS IN MY ROOM! SHE’S GONNA FIND THEM!” you shouted at minji. 

“then we’ll just have to get there before she does,” minji smirks, unbothered. 

at your house, dani storms in.

“what is y/n’s secret?” she demands, using her powers on your father and mother.

“she loves minji kim,” your dad says.

frustrated, dani turns to your mom. “does she have a diary?”

“yes, in her room.”

dani storms in, throwing stuff around. just as she finds the miracle box, you and minji burst through the window.

dani’s able to send her bunny rabbit after you, as it attempts to freeze you in your spot.

“m’lady im not one to bark orders but a lucky charm would be amazing right about now!” minji shouted as a chair was thrown at her, ducking just in time. 

you couldn’t speak so you just pointed to the belt that was around your mouth. 

“uhh take it off i have a great idea!” minji said with a suspicious look on her face.

dani punches her right after before asking you, “ladybug tell me-”

minji interrupts her and says, “what's your favourite quality of chat noir?” smirking as she continues to fight. 

“well i love how your charming, brave, and your sense of humour” 

“aww you really do like me!” 

minji then gets hit with the truth spell. 

“cat noir what-” before dani can finish her sentence you interrupt. 

“what's your opinion on me being the new guardian?” you ask practically batting your eyelashes. 

“well as long as it doesn't change anything between us then i'd say it's pretty cool” she replies. 

eventually you and minji are able to subdue dani and return everything back to normal by throwing your piece of tinfoil into the air that you got as your lucky charm. it seems everything just always works out i wonder why that is. oh well let's not dwell on it, you have main character things to attend to. 

sitting on the rooftop at night, you watched the sunset. you had just ended things with dani officially and wanted to make your feelings clear for yourself again. you were transformed into your ladybug form as a teenager on the edge of a building that was 20 stories tall would definitely get the cops called on you. 

“i like minji kim, and there's nothing i can do about it… shes just so pretty and hot and oh my god the way she dresses, she could undress me anytime-” you were in the middle of your ramble before you heard coughing behind you. 

minji stood there in her chat noir outfit with red cheeks. 

“was i interrupting something bugaboo?” she asked a bit flustered. 

you started to panic i mean how much of that did she hear?!?! 

“listen its not what you think really i-” 

before you can replay she presses her lips against yours. 

“y/n… you don't need to pretend anymore.” minji says as she recalls her kwami haerin. 

you follow in suit recalling hyein. 

“how did you know?” you asked. 

“well, it would be awfully strange why ladybug would keep the box full of miraculous’ in y/n’s room if the two weren't the same people huh?” minji teased. 

“ugh you are so annoying!” you shoved her lightly. 

minji only pulled you in closer before whispering in your ear, “i've waited a really long time for this” 

[chaos--s]

platonic yandere! villain x hero!reader

--

You regretted walking down this path. Maybe then you wouldn't have bumped into him, you wouldn't be held up by your neck only accompanied by your strangled noises as the villain choked the life out of you.

"It's pathetic really. I'd thought you would have put up more of a fight." He watches in amusement as you clawed at his hand, trying to do anything for him to let up for even a moment. "But you're just a sidekick wanting so badly to be a hero, hm?"

This was just unfair, you couldn't say anything to his stupid villain monologue, only being forced to listen to it as you slowly turned blue. Without warning, he rips off your mask.

"Weak heroes don't deserve to keep their dignity."

Fuck. The heroes association was going to kill you, they were going to fire you. You finally willed yourself to kick him and your foot lands square in his face. This makes him loosen his grip enough for you to pry his fingers from around your throat, dropping you straight to the ground.

You cough as your body tries to take in as much air as possible, your lungs burned as you tried to calm down enough to get back to the fight. You could feel yourself about to pass out, seems like the only fight that you should be focusing on was not blacking out in front of a villain.

"You...you have a decent kick, I'll give you that." He laughs, wiping the blood from his nose. "But you'll regret that, little hero."

"Stop- stop monologuing," You manage to say between breaths. "You villains never shut up."

His eye twitches as he finally turns back to you. You're still catching your breath on the ground, he walks up to you and crouches down to your level. You try your best to cover your face but to no avail, he grabs your face and forces you to look at him.

He definitely didn't expect this. Your face was scrunched up, hoping that somehow he wouldn't get a clear view of your face. But he did.

"Give me back my fucking mask, asshole!" You reach forward for your mask but he crushes it in a single hand as if it was just paper. You watch in horror as your mask falls to the ground in pieces. Your hero identity shattered, just like that.

"You're-" His breath hitches as his finger grazes a bruise that he had inflicted on your face. "It's you."

"What the fuck are you talking about-!?" This man was a lunatic. Even for him this was messed up, he finally lets you go and you punch him in the face. He doesn't react, his head doesn't whip to the side like it usually does.

In pure rage you continue to punch him, he took your identity away from you. He's unmoving, standing there taking all of your punches. Not a single sound of pain or even a flinch.

Was he faking it the entire time?

He grabs your fist as you swung again, forcing you to stop. "Enough playing hero, you're hurt." His voice is soft.

What?

You kick at him now, jumping up to aim at his face again but he moves in an inhuman speed. Even faster than normal, he catches you as you land and now you were somehow in the arms of the villain that had been terrorizing you.

"I'm- I'm sorry for hurting you," He's floating in the air now. You're scared. This wasn't how you expected this to go at all, somehow his mercy was scarier than his normal villainy. "I never realized- my baby sibling, I missed you so much."

"You're fucking insane, I don't know who you are." You hissed at him, still struggling even as he levitates further into the air. "...Father separated us from young, only thinking for himself as he experimented with his own children. But you've always been so sweet and kind, no wonder the heroes has their claws in you, polluting you with their fake rhetoric."

He holds you tighter as memories from his childhood came back to him. You were still so sweet and innocent, it was only right that he had you back in his arms.

More monologuing. "Even if any of your delusional rambling was real, I wouldn't want anything to do with your crazy ass. You're evil, a villain and I fucking hate you for it."

You're still trying your hardest to hit him, but he has your arms tight to your side that you could barely move. All he does is smile at you. "It's okay, I'll help you remember me. It takes time, and I'll be there with you every step of the way."

[burningcheese-merchant]

It's so cool to see CRK getting popular again, it feels so refreshing like so much new quality fan content dropping that we couldn't even DREAM about a couple of months ago, but it hurts my very soul seeing new players being interested in beast x ancient ships, in their dynamics, asking is it okay to ship it and getting slapped in the face with another "IT'S ABUSER X VICTIM IT'S A PROSHIP IT'S A DARKSHIP" (which is just not true) killing off all the fun, bc apparently enemies to lovers, AUs and what-ifs doesn't exist anymore and everything that isn't pure fluff is illegal now. "IT'S NOT ENEMIES TO LOVERS, BEASTS ABUSED AND TORTURED THEM" yeah THAT'S WHAT ENEMIES DO??? What else do you expect from a villain honestly??? Like in ANY media??? Beasts still got their ass beat in the end as they totally deserve BECAUSE ANCIENTS ARE NOT SOFT INNOCENT SMALL BABIES THAT NEED TO BE PROTECTED, they're grown ass IMMORTAL ADULTS with huge responsibilities, they rule kingdoms, they hold a huge power in their hands, they're imperfect and not innocent. They can stand for themselves, they can fight, they can destroy, they can lie and they WILL if they need to.

I can SMELL that a shit tonne of people in this fandom secretly enjoys beast x ancient as a guilty pleasure, a forbidden fruit, but they will never admit it just because they're afraid of being harassed and bullied and it's just sad how normalized it is to hurt actual people over shipping some mobile game characters, who are adults, doesn't have power imbalance between them and aren't related.

And allat coming from ME, who doesn't ship a single beast x ancient ship

It's sad lol. Sad for the Beast x Ancient community and honestly kind of pathetic for ardent detractors at this point. I've seen sooooo many Beast x Ancient fans get harassed and even sent death threats, it's not even funny (not that it ever was in the first place). Don't you have better things to do than get this mad about video games lol. Like a job or school or a hobby or something

You're right, the Ancients are not helpless widdle babies and I'm kind of sick of how often they're infantilized, in general and just for the sake of tearing down BxA. They're grown adults who are thousands of years old. Two of them are parents, whose children are grown adults themselves. 4 of 5 founded entire nations. 1 is an active ruler still (Cacao), one seeks to rule again (Golden). Let's not kid ourselves, they've probably all got blood on their hands (not to the degree the Beasts do, but still. You don't live that life without having to make tough choices). Stop treating them like porcelain dolls lol. Yes, the Beasts attacked them, but they're villains. That's what villains do. Go play Animal Crossing if you can't handle heroes and villains fighting each other lol

And then I get a laugh whenever those same people who screech about toxicity and abuse and yadda yadda turn around and ship H*llyt*ya or Sh*dowSp*ce. The former is BxA in a different costume. The latter... Man. You know. Because TWO deranged maniacs, who are fundamentally incompatible in every way and do not make sense at all and absolutely would hurt each other and bring each other down I hate that ship so damn much. Do not ask me abt it I WILL ramble and nobody needs that. Zero beef with fans though, we're coolio! Just a difference of opinion!, is such a better option, isn't it lol. Hypocrisy.

I'm sure you noticed that ep 7 + 8 brought out a whole lot of new ShadowVanilla fans. I agree w/ you, I can feel that there are a fuckton of BxA fans lurking in the darkness, waiting for an excuse to poke their heads out (like 7 + 8 lol), only hiding because they don't want to attract lunatics. Even YOU sent this ask anonymously. Most of my inbox is stuff from anons, and I look at them all and wonder, "how many of you are just afraid of backlash for expressing any joy in BurningCheese or any of the other BxA pairs?" It's ok, guys. Don't listen to them. Be you. I'm being me right now, as cringy as I am. I am Extremely Normal about BurningCheese and I'm not ashamed :) they're video game characters at the end of the day, just have fun. Why can't we all just be bros, man, what does any of this matter

[mattsgracie]

slipfast get carried away

despite chris’ predicament he was actually doing extremely well! it had been three days since he figured out he was invisible, met you, and lost the one thing that would probably help him out.

but, he was making the most of it! he had been driving his brothers crazy lately. turning the water off while nick was showering, making the laundry fall out while matt had just put it in the machine, randomly pulling them off their beds in the night, he was having a great time!

of course being invisible got lonely, there were a few times chris would just sit next to matt, talking to him like he usually would and then just beg for matt to see him. but it never worked. chris just couldn't be seen.

today he was just sitting on the couch, on his phone. he missed his brothers, he missed filming. he just wanted to be seen- he didn't understand what bad thing he did to deserve this.

“do you think it's someone from our past life that's come to haunt us?” nick asked matt as he sat right next to chris on the couch.

matt shrugged with a scoff, “i have no idea.” nick's eyes followed matt as he sat down- or tried to sit down on the couch, matt seemed like he couldn't sit right.

chris groaned as he felt matt’s weight completely crush him, pushing him deeper into the cushions- he couldn't even fight back.

“matt. you're sitting on it.” nick said lowly making matt spring up, “oh my fucking god.”

chris grumbled, he would definitely rate this experience 0/10 anywhere. he got up from the couch and stormed his way out of the house, not like anyone would notice anyway.

chris was walking for a while before he grew tired, he stopped at a coffee shop where he saw you through the window.

you were sitting alone, drinking a hot liquid.

chris tried to stop himself, but it's like the universe heard his prayers when you looked up at him when the bell above the door rang as he walked in.

he swiftly made his way to where you were, “is anyone sitting here?” he asked. your lips were slightly parted in surprise, slowly shaking your head.

“good.” he said, sitting in the chair.

there was a long moment of you two just staring at each other before you cleared your throat. “um. hello?” you were shocked, not often do people get to sit with one of the people they were a fan of.

“hi.” chris said, his eyes on yours, you felt your face flush slightly at the eye contact. “so..um. everything alright?” you asked, not really sure what he wanted.

chris nodded before looking around at the people who were staring at you guys- or well you, like you were crazy. “sorry, i don't mean to sound so weird but- can we go somewhere else?” he asked.

you nodded, “yeah, um, yeah.” you grabbed your bag and stood up from your chair. “my place is just upstairs actually,” you paused, your eyes widening at how insane that just sounded, “or if you wanted some place more public we could go anywhere- it was just an option in case you didn't want anyone staring or-” chris cut off your rambling with a chuckle, “your place is good.”

normally, chris would never agree to go to a fan’s place, but right now you were the only person who could see him and he felt bad that you probably looked like a lunatic talking to yourself.

you nodded, leading chris out the coffee shop and up to the stairs of your apartment. chris took in the scenery. it was stunning in his eyes. the grey stone bricks covered in vines that were real, the old staircase that led up to a hallway with two other doors beside yours. he stood behind you as you opened the door, the red paint chipping away.

“um. you can leave your shoes on.” you said, trying to make chris feel as comfortable as possible. chris nodded at your words, “uh, thanks.”

there was still an awkward barrier both of you didn't really knew how to break it.

“look, you really don't have to be so nervous around me, i'm not thinking anything because you're a fan.” you opened your mouth to defend yourself but chris cut you off, “can i tell you something?”

“sure.” you said, not missing a beat.

“i'm invisible.” chris spit out, “it sounds crazy cause you can see me, but my brothers can't and i’ve been erased from existence. there's nothing of me ever being on the sturniolo triplets.”

you swallowed deeply, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “you're…invisible?”

chris nodded, his eyes meeting yours. you were able to read him, his mannerisms, his desperateness, he was telling the truth.

“how?”

“i don't really know. all i know is i woke up one day invisible.”

you sat down on your couch, “and i’m the only one that can see you?” chris nodded.

“okay.”

a silent beat passed.

“have you tried to fix it?”

“yes. the day i met you, i went to where i could only assume had something to do with it. then i found a box and put it in my pocket of my jacket-” “-which you gave to me.” you finished his sentence. you got up from your place, barely hearing the mumbled response from chris. you had his jacket placed over a chair. you went through the pockets pulling out a little green box.

you handed it to him, “here.” chris looked at you, not expecting you to help him this quickly. his eyes narrowed slightly as he took the box. “you're eager to help.”

“well i paid almost $400 to meet the sturniolo triplets at their LA show, it would be false advertisement if i only met two of them.”

chris snickered at your words, his lips in a smile, “that it would.” he looked down at the box, an idea crossing his head as he pocketed it, this time in his jean pocket. “i have an idea. i still have one last surprise to film. can you help me?”

you were in shock because, what? “help you?!” you practically choked out.

“yes. i’m renting out disneyland for a night. i’d like to spend it with a friend.”

“friend?!” you squeaked.

“why are you repeating everything i say?” chris asked, a small smirk on his lips. you knew he knew what he was doing.

you should've said no, that you couldn't, that you weren't a friend just a fan but you were also selfish and really curious to spend the day with one of your favorite youtubers so you nodded. “you know where i live. pick me up when you need me.” you said your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“i will.” chris said.

when chris left and came back to his own place he didn't even bother looking at the crazy stuff matt and nick were doing, setting up some new ghost equipment like a rem pod and some crazy light up rope.

he laid down in his bed, the screams of nick and matt drawing out after he set off the rope by walking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the green box. there was a tiny gummy, a pocket watch and a note.

he sat up, unveiling the note, it read, ‘for when your time is up.’

okay, what? at least the psychic knew he liked to wear silver. he put the pocket watch around his neck. his eyes drifting to the bracelet he kind of stole from your jewelry bowl by your front door. it wasn't anything special, just a friendship bracelet he assumed you got from a concert. a little something to remind him he's not so invisible.

this he could handle. he didn't have to be under the scrutiny of anyone. no viewers though he loved them. no triplet brothers to annoy him even though he missed them like hell, but he carried them with him after all he had nick and matt tattooed on his skin.

this wouldn't be so bad. he just couldn't wait to see you at disneyland.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 45

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,850ish

Summary: On the road, your group finds a family in need of help.

Warning(s): lots of movie dialogue, canon violence, injuries, character death(s)

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The four of you found yourselves back on the road soon after the wedding ceremony. Things seemed lighter in a way. Laura and Charles sat in back while Logan drove and you sat beside him. Logan kept one hand on the wheel while his other kept a firm hold on yours. He didn’t want to let you go before your marriage was official, but now he really didn’t want to. 

Charles was drifting in and out of sleep as Laura stared out the window with her sunglasses, locking and unlocking the door.

“Knock it off,” Logan said, voice gruff. Laura made no move to stop. “I said, knock it off!”

“She’s a child, Logan,” Charles said. “And, point of face, she’s your—“

“How long has it been since you took your meds?” Charles exhaled, annoyed. “Tell me, how long has it been?”

“I don’t know!”

Logan scoffed. “You saw what happened yesterday. If that shit had gone on any longer, everything in that casino—“

“I did what I had to do to save Laura and Y/N.”

“What?” You questioned, turning to look back at Charles.

“I knew you wouldn’t get to my meds and I kept you from doing so. You wouldn’t have been able to take on all those men while protecting Laura and I.”

“You had a fucking seizure on purpose?!” Logan exclaimed, clearly furious.

“I guess you prefer me pharmaceutically castrated, rambling on like a lunatic. So much easier for you.”

“Easier? There is nothing easy about you, Charles, nothing!”

“Yes, yes, please be like the rest of the world, blaming someone else for your boring shit.”

“I know, Pop, I’m such a giant disappointment.”

“What? Logan, you’re not a disappointment,” you tried to interject. 

“You honestly derive no sense of purpose from what we’re doing?” Charles continued.

“Okay, what are we doing?” Logan questioned. “Hmm?”

“There is a young mutant sitting in our car.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

“And where we’re taking her, there are others. Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Yeah, means nothing to me. Especially since Nurse Gabriela made all that Eden shit up with fucking comic books.”

“What are you talking about?”

Logan let go of your hand and opened the center consul. He pulled out a bottle, handing it to you. “Give those to him, will you?”

“Logan,” you tried.

“Give ‘em to him.”

You sighed, opening up the bottle and taking two pills out. You turned back and handed them to Charles, giving him a sympathetic smile. Charles took them and tossed them into his mouth before getting a drink.

“I wanna see it,” Logan said, looking at Charles.

Charles made a noise as he opened his mouth and stuck his tough out for Logan to see. Logan took the bottle from you, threw it into the consul, and then slammed it shut. You sighed, so much for the happiness that the small wedding brought. Logan glanced over at you as you stared out the window. He took your hand and brought it up to his lips for a kiss.

“Sorry,” Logan muttered. “On edge.”

“Clearly,” you replied, turning to face him. “Can you try not to be mad at anyone in this car? The rest of the world, sure, but those in this truck are off limits. Got it?” 

“Only for you.” He kissed the back of your hand again.

“Whipped,” Charles muttered.

“Have something to tell the class Professor?”

“Nothing.”

Your group fell into a calm silence for a few moments until one of the auto-semi-trucks moved too close to your truck.

“Motherfucking auto-trucks!” Logan exclaimed.

“Language, Logan,” scolded Charles. “And you’re screaming at a machine.”

“Oh, what? She can gut a man with her feet, she can’t hear a few naughty words, huh?”

“She can learn to be better.”

“You mean, better than me?”

“I’m sure that’s not—“

“Actually, yes,” Charles interrupted you. 

You knew Charles wasn’t totally in his right mind, but you wished he could fully realize how much his words affected Logan. 

“And, by the way,” continued Charles, “Laura’s foot claws are the obvious result of her gender, you know.”

“Is that a fact?” Logan asked.

“In a pride of lions, the female is both hunter and caregiver.”

“Good to know.”

“She uses her front claws for hunting and the back claws defensively.”

“Oh, yeah?” Logan’s sarcasm was clear.

“Thus, ensuring their survival.”

Laura watched this—and every— interaction with curiosity and caution. It was clear to her that her comics were right about somethings. One being that the Wolverine was tough and hostile, but had a soft side for those he cared about. Especially for you. Though the comics Nurse Gabriela had shown her did not do the love you two shared any justice, both the good and the bad. Laura could tell that Logan didn’t know how exactly to deal with Laura and who she was, but she could tell that the hostility was dying, though extreme slow. Laura knew that was thanks to you. As she continued to watch and listen, you looked back to check on her. You shot her a soft smile. Laura wanted to give you one in return, but she really didn’t know how, so she opted for a nod and to turn back to the window.

Just then, an auto-truck honked and began to move over to the lane that your truck was in without even waiting. Logan was forced to swerve quickly, driving into oncoming traffic. Laura held onto Charles trying to keep him steady while you gripped the handle near your door and the middle consul. Logan maneuvered through the oncoming traffic until there was a clearing and he could turn around, coming to a harsh stop. He looked around, noticing that everyone was clearly shaken up.

As the four of you tried to calm down, you watched as a truck pulling a horse trailer stopped across the road. The horse trailer had been knocked open in the incident, with the horses running out. A young man and his parents got out of the truck, rushing to get the horses off the road.

“We should help them,” Charles suggested.

“No, we have to keep going,” Logan retorted. “Someone will come along.”

“Someone has come along.”

Logan looked your way, wanting to know your thoughts.

“I think it would do us some good to help someone else right now,” you told him.

With a sigh, Logan drove the truck across the lanes of traffic and parked it in front of the other truck. Charles rolled down the window and closed his eyes as you and Logan exited the truck. You watched as the horses all came back over and lined up in the trailer. Logan looked back over at Charles with a angry look. You caught it, slipping your hand into Logan’s and giving it a light squeeze. Laura slipped out of the car and stood a bit behind you two.

“Hey, uh, you need a hand?” Logan asked.

“Yeah,” the woman replied. “Our truck is stuck. After we get the horses in, we could really use some help getting it out.”

Once the horses were in the trailer, the woman got into the driver’s seat and turned on the truck to help reverse it. Logan and her husband got in front to push it while the son was helping from the side. Once they were all set, they started moving the truck back.

“Ah, good,” the husband patted the front as soon as the truck had moved to a good spot, “got it. Come on, let’s get home.”

“Laura! Y/N!” Logan called. The two of you were standing near the trailer, Laura looking at the horses.

“Thank you so much for your help,” the woman said. “I’m Kathryn.” She reached out her hand.

Logan shook it. “James.”

“This is my son, Nate.”

“Hi,” Nate said.

“Hey,” Logan responded.

“Is that your wife and daughter?” Kathryn asked.

“Uh, yeah, thats, uh—“

“I’m Y/N,” you walked up to Kathryn, “his wife. That’s our daughter Laura.”

“Yeah, and that’s my dad, Chuck,” Logan pointed to Charles in the truck, who waved. “Come on, Laura, let’s go.”

“Well, can we show our appreciation and treat the four of you to a decent meal?” Kathryn wondered. “We don’t live far from here.”

“Uh, no, thanks.”

“That would be lovely!” Charles exclaimed. 

You stifled a giggle at the look Logan shot Charles. You walked over to Logan and took his hand. “As long as we aren’t a bother,” you told Kathryn.

“Of course not,” she said. “Just follow us home.”

~~~

“I don’t like this,” Logan grumbled as the table was being set. “We need to keep moving.”

“Logan, it’s just one night,” you told him. “No one would suspect us to stop somewhere like this.”

“Still.”

“Everybody, have a seat,” Kathryn said. 

“James, why don’t you sit at the end of the table?” Will, Kathryn’s husband, suggested.

Will sat on one end while Logan took the opposite seat. Kathryn and Nate took one of the longer sides, while Charles, Laura, and you took the other.

“You wanna say grace?” Kathryn asked. “Say grace, baby.”

“Uh, thank you, God, for this food,” Nate said, “and for our new friends, the Howletts.

“Mmm. They came to our aid. Amen.”

“Amen,” you joined in with the rest in saying it.

Everyone began eating. Logan noticed quickly that Laura was stuffing the food into her mouth using her hands. He reached over and handed her, her fork. The bowl of corn got passed to her and she quickly began scooping. Logan took the bowl away before she could take it all. You bit your lip as you noticed how the others were watching you all. 

“Oh, there’s plenty more if she wants,” Kathryn offered. 

“She’s fine,” Logan said. “Thank you.”

“This is delicious,” Charles said.

“Oh, thank you,” Kathryn responded.

“It’s so good.”

“Where are you all headed?” Will asked.

“Uh, Oregon,” Logan said at the same time that Charles said, “South Dakota.”

“Well, Oregon and then South Dakota,” Charles corrected.

“Vacation?” Kathryn wondered.

“Uh, yes. Uh, long overdue. We’re city folk. Always wanted to take a road trip, see the country. And meet the people in it.”

“Well that sounds lovely. Been trying to get Will here to take a vacation for years now.”

“If we go traipsing all over the country, who’s gonna take care of this place?” Will retorted.

“Exactly. I say, let it go.”

“And live off what?”

“The Lord will provide.”

“I”m still waiting for the Lord to provide me with a new thresher.”

“All the same, I’d love to travel someday.”

“And I bet, you will,” Charles told her.

“I could drop out of school,” Nate offered.

“Okay, let’s not go that far,” Kathryn said. 

“I mean, I’ll do it.”

“No, no.”

“Why not? You wanna travel, I wanna travel.”

“Son, son.”

“That sounds good to you, right?” Will asked.

“It’s the perfect plan,” said Nate.

“Why oddly you want to do that, Nate?” Charles wondered.

“Careful,” Logan spoke up, “you’re speaking to a man who ran a school for a lot of years. Right, Charles?”

“Really?” Will asked.

“Yes, it was a… it was a special needs school,” Charles said.

You tried not laugh at his description.

“Uh-huh. That’s a good description,” Logan smirked.

“He was there, too,” Charles pointed at Logan. “In fact, these two both were.”

“Yeah, I got kicked out a few times.”

“Some of them were by choice,” you spoke up, teasing him.

“I wish I could say you were a good pupil, but the words would choke me,” Charles said.

Everyone laughed, including Logan.

“Not that Y/N was much better,” Charles added.

“Wait, what?” You questioned.

“When Y/N first arrived at the school, she hid and refused to participate. Took me years to get her to do anything.”

“Hey, woah. Not years. Maybe one.”

“Whatever.”

The laughter and chatter continued until everyone was full. Logan stood up.

“Ma’am, I can’t thank you enough for this,” he said. “Uh, it was great. But we have a long drive ahead of us, so—“

“But you need to rest, don’t you?” Kathryn questioned.

“Yeah, we’ll find a motel somewhere.”

“The nearest one is two hours from here and it’s not even that nice,” Will said. 

“We have a perfectly fine room upstairs for your father and your daughter if you don’t mind you and your wife sleeping in the living room on the convertible,” Kathryn offered.

“Kathryn, it’s very, very nice of you, but we really should go.”

“We can leave early in the morning,” Charles said. “Break of dawn, as it were.”

Logan looked at you, hoping that you’d side with him. You weren’t going to though. It was nice to interact with others and seem normal for a while.

“Okay,” Logan sighed, “why don’t we wash up, Pop?”

Logan pushed Charles away to the bathroom.

“Would you two like some dessert?” Kathryn offered.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you replied.

“Of course not.”

“You all have been really kind to my family. Thank you.”

The water coming from the sink suddenly cut in and out. 

“Oh, shit!” Will exclaimed.

“What’s going on?” Logan asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

“Nate, go fill up the tub before we lose pressure.”

“They shut if off again,” Kathryn said.

“They are just not going to let this thing go.”

“Well, you might as well handle it now.”

“It can wait till the morning. We just had rain last night.”

“We got four houseguests and a sink full of dishes.”

“Alright, alright.” Will turned to talk to Logan. “The pump station that supplies us is a mile and a half from here. Sometimes it gets itself shut off.”

“By assholes,” Nate added.

“My son is happy to go with you,” Charles offered.

“No, no, no, that’s fine,” Will said as Logan gave Charles a look of unbelief. “The men that do this, sometimes they can be—“

“I can go,” Nate said.

“No,” Kathryn said, “you’ve got homework.”

“Alright, I’ll go,” Logan said. “Just, uh, let me get my dad settled.” 

He walked over to Charles and picked him up. Your heart broke as you could hear the strain in Logan’s breathing. You took Laura’s hand and followed Logan and Charles up the stairs to the open bedroom. Laura saw Nate in his room and opted to follow him.

“Behave,” you whispered to her with a smile before letting her go. 

You peeked into the room, watching Logan get Charles tucked in. He held up a remote.

“Want TV?” Logan asked. “There’s TV here.”

“I’m fine,” Charles breathed out.

“Okay. Get some rest.”

“You know, Logan… this is what life looks like. A home, people who love each other. Safe place. You should take a moment and feel it. It’s been too long since you’ve had that.”

“Yeah It’s great.” You stepped back as Logan came to the door.

“Logan. Logan! You still have time.”

“Charles, the world is not the same as it was. We’re taking a risk hanging around here, you know that. And where we’re going, Eden… it doesn’t exist. Her nurse got it from a comic book. You understand? It’s not real.”

“It is for Laura… It is for Laura.”

“Get some rest.”

Logan walked out of the room, completely shutting the door, to find you there.

“What are we doing, Logan?” You asked quietly. “If you don’t believe that Eden is real, then where are we taking Laura? What are your plans with her?”

Logan sighed, coming up to you and placing his hands on your arms. He ran his hands down until he could hold your hands. “I… I’m trying here.”

“Try harder… for Laura, for Charles… for me. You need to decide if you believe in it and if you’re willing to trust that Eden will be a safe place for your daughter.”

“Do you believe in it?”

“I hope it’s real. For her sake.”

“Then I’ll try a little harder, okay?” You nodded, leaning into Logan. His hands dropped yours to wrap you in a hug. “I won’t be long.”

“Be safe.”

The two of you met for a brief kiss. You walked Logan down the stairs and watched as he and Will headed out to the fields. You saw Kathryn in living room, reading the pull-out bed. 

“Thank you, again,” you told her.

“Of course,” she replied. “It seems like you all have had a long journey and need some good rest.”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“The bed’s all ready. Sleep well.” 

Then Kathryn walked away. You crawled onto the bed and curled up, thinking of Logan. You heard footsteps just as you were about to fall asleep, the weight was familiar. Your back was facing towards the slow, on coming footsteps.

“Logan?” You whispered quietly, only to receive no verbal response. 

A hand fell to your back, moving until it was above your beating heart.

“Logan, what are you—“

Quickly, the hand formed a fist and three metal claws entered your heart. The darkness came instantly.

~~~

When Logan and Will arrived back at the house, Logan went to the truck to try to calm down his coughing. A gunshot and screams had his head snapping in the direction of the house. Logan raced inside the best he could with his limp. Will was at the bottom of the stairs, claw marks through his chest. Logan looked up to see a copy of him—younger and less scarred—carrying a screaming and bound Laura down the stairs. Logan froze, only able to pant and stare as the copy of him walked past him, Laura still screaming.

“Charles!” Logan shouted up the stairs. “Y/N! Charles! Y/N!” 

He used the railing to get him up the stairs faster. At the top of the stairs, he found Kathryn dead with Nate at the entrance of Charles’ room. He froze for a moment upon seeing Charles bloody and barely breathing in bed. Blood was running out of Charles’ mouth as he shakily reached for Logan. 

When Logan finally broke out from his trance, he rushed over and used some of the bedding to pack Charles’ wound. He maneuvered Charles’ hands to be over the bedding.

“Hold this,” Logan whispered, fear coursing through his veins. “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.”

Logan picked Charles up carefully, still scanning the house for any sign of you. Charles let out a moan as he struggled to keep conscious.

“Just hold on, Charles,” Logan said.

Logan went out the side door and rushed Charles over to the truck, placing him in the bed.

“I’ll be back,” Logan promised, before going back inside. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Suddenly, his nose got whiff of a familiar scent. Your blood. He rushed for the living room, where the pull out bed was out. There was a large bloody stain on it, but no you. There was no sign of your fire or your smoke or your ashes. Logan’s heart hammered in his chest as he continued to find no sign of you in the house. Logan stammered out of the house to hear more screaming and gunshots. He saw his duplicate self killing the men who turned off the water. There was a military grade truck past his duplicate. Logan noticed Laura on the ground but when he his moved, his breath caught in his throat. 

They had you in a glass box, like Snow White or a doll. There was blood on you and Logan could tell from where he was standing that you weren’t breathing.

“Charles!” Logan exclaimed quietly. He went back over and pressed on the wounds. “Hold this down, right now, tight!”

“Save them,” Charles whispered. “I’m… sorry…”

“What?”

“Go…” Then Charles heart stopped.

“No.” 

Rage grew inside Logan. How dare they create a duplicate version of him and have him kill you and Charles? He had to get to you before they did anything. Suddenly, the military truck blew up, throwing the glass case you were in forward, crashing next to Laura. The glass broke. Logan needed to move fast. He knew that if you went up in flames and your ashes were separated, there would be no coming back for you. He wouldn’t be able to continue on the rest of his short life without you.

Logan snuck up on his duplicate as the duplicate marched towards you and Laura. With each grunt, he plunged his claws into the duplicate. But his copy made no move to fight back, just walking backwards with each hit. Logan plunged both sets of claws into the copy.

“What the hell are you?” He grunted.

The duplicate stabbed Logan in the shoulder and tossed him over to the ground. Logan shielded himself with his claws before the duplicate could do it again. Every muscle and bone was straining with Logan, but he couldn’t stop. Not when you weren’t safe. Logan jumped back up and continued fighting, but the duplicate was better, stronger. The copy kept making hits, causing Logan to yell out in pain. 

Eventually, the duplicate had Logan pinned against a large tractor tire. Before it could make the final kill, Will’s truck rammed into the duplicate, pinning it against the fence. Will stumbled out of the truck with his gun, shooting into the duplicate multiple times. Once Will believed the duplicate to be dead, he turned his gun on Logan, but couldn’t do anything before he fell to the ground, dead. 

Laura’s shrieking continued as she laid bound beside your dead body. Logan stumbled over to the two of you, bloody and bruised. He knew that you needed to get someplace safe, but he also knew that you would never forgive him for leaving Laura. He grabbed Laura and carried her over to the truck, placing her into the seat next to his before turning to get you.

As he knelt beside you to pick you up, the tears fell. The three punctures over your heart was enough to tell him that his copy had done this to you. He groaned as he picked you up and cradled you against him.

“It wasn’t me,” he whispered, like him saying that would wake you. “It wasn’t me.”

He carried you to the truck and slipped you into the back seat. Laura turned around and saw Charles dead in the bed of the trunk and you dead in the back seat. Her shrieking got worse as she fought against her bindings. Logan turned on the truck and sped off into the fields. Laura thrashed around, trying to free herself. With a shaky hand, Logan released his claws.

“Hold still,” he told her, moving the claws over to her cuffs. “Hold still.”

He cut through the bindings and quickly put away his claws, focusing on driving through the field. Laura crawled into the back seat and placed your head on her lap. Logan glanced at her through the rearview mirror, not missing the tear that slipped down her cheek.

next chapter >

[drakaripykiros130ac]

The Driftmark scene as a whole was a hot mess, courtesy of the showrunners.

So, based on the changes they made from the book, they attempted to make Alicent and Aemond the clear victims (which they’re not, not even in the show).

A 5 year old child, after being called a bastard, threatened with death, and forced to watch his demented uncle prepare to bash his 6 year old brother’s head with a rock, made a move to stop him using a knife and ended up slashing the guy’s eye.

The intention of the 5 year old was to stop this madness. It wasn’t a premeditated thing. It was the reaction of a child.

Now, moving forward to the great “assembly”, we have Alicent who found herself to be everyone’s spokesperson and although she wasn’t there, she somehow knew exactly what happened.

There were no witnesses to this child fight. The result: two girls who were bleeding, a boy with a broken nose and another who unfortunately had his eye slashed. All this shows is that the children fought, the fight escalated and one child ended up permanently damaged.

And then, you have a full grown mid-30 year old woman demanding the 5 year old child’s eye in retribution. When no one was listening to her insane ramblings, she picked up a knife and like a lunatic, lunged herself at the opposite party. At this point, we don’t even know if she was going after Lucerys or Rhaenyra. Afterwards, in a fit of rage, this mad woman slashes the arm and wounds the heir to the throne.

To recap:

1. Alicent thought herself entitled to retribution even though no one witnessed the child fight, and therefore no one could pass judgement.

2. A few dozen people witnessed Alicent hurting Rhaenyra and no consequences followed.

And I’m supposed to be convinced by this scene that what? That the Greens are poor misunderstood victims of Viserys and Rhaenyra?

The only thing this whole scene tells me is that Alicent is an unhinged b*tch.

[a-blue-mask]

Look at them just stealing the show with their entrance (yes this post is to ramble about the recent chapters, get ready for a unhinged ride on the "Found family trope" rollercoaster).

People are like "Why are the best healer in the world and the guy that's always compared to Kayden here???" and they're just chilling being relatable, especially Kartein.

Them gathering around Jiwoo, not even trying to hide that they care about him. Like I would have expected Pluton to at least take a little distance and maybe judge Kayden and Kartein for being so close to him but he's just "Yes, I must stay close to this child."

Kayden and Kartein are so parent coded while Pluton is the socially unaware uncle that's just so out of it while taking in the practical aspects. He would absolutely teach Jiwoo how to properly stretch while Kayden and Kartein tell him to stop being so nice to everyone.

"Look at my son! ...proud is not the word I'm looking for" moment. Of course they're all super proud of Jiwoo. They can't stand the fact that he doesn't take advantage of the situation and has these moral/honor standards, but without that he would have never charmed these guys let's be for real now.

THEY'RE SO FAMILY CODED PLEASE JUDGING OTHER FAMILIES LIKE THEY'RE NOT A BUNCH OF LUNATICS THEMSELVES

The way Kayden leans towards Kartein like they're gossiping while Pluton listens in and gives his input to the convo, please they're a bunch of mothers talking shit about the other families at school.

The way they criticise Ian's education is the most parental thing I've ever seen.

The whole chapter was just Kartein being the sassy mother that worries about other kids disrespecting his, Kayden being the unhinged father that gossips and asks "Did you win?" whenever his kid gets into a fight at school, and Pluton the judging uncle that criticises his brother's parenting but joins sides with him when there are other parents.

Tell me that's not their dynamic.

Pluton always compared to Kayden and their "rivalry" being actually one sided is just so adult siblings coded, then Pluton going to Jiwoo like "Hey I'll show you something cool your dad hasn't taught you" is just uncle behaviour.

Kartein and Kayden not approving of Pluton doing what he wants and then realising they did the exact same thing is such a parent thing.

One thing is "They're such parental figures to Jiwoo", one is when they literally act like his parents even around other people.

[ln4norris]

I saw a couple of your responses and totally agree with them! I never interact on Tumblr, but I thought I'd add my 2 cents.

It is disgusting that some fans have been incredibly invasive in the lives of the Drivers. Should they be praised for their driving prowess? Yes! Should every minuscule detail of their lives be dug up and analysed and tracked to the nth degree? No.

The Drivers drive fast cars for a living. I want to watch fast cars being driven. I don't need to know what they do outside of media circus that is F1. I am an older fan well into her 30s and honestly couldn't tell you their wives and girlfriends names except if I came across it randomly, like the name of Charles Leclercs cute little daschund, Leo!

I understand the need, I guess, for younger fans to want to know these details (for whatever reason), especially now Max is having his first child. But tracking the plane? That's a little...unhinged? Look, he's a fantastic driver, and I do not like Kelly Piquet (for many many...ok SO may reasons and her family), but there's no need to blast them on Twitter (i will never call it X, Elon) about how much you hate her or how much you hate him, or both! Or, which other driver has your ire this week. There's no need for it- just keep the opinions to yourself even if they are valid criticisms. Social Media has unfortunately created a parasocial beast that can not be controlled. I took one look at Twitter a decade ago and backed out instantly, never gone on it since.

I think I made my point without rambling too much and not taking up much of your time! I just couldn't go past without commenting, I guess. The Drivers deserve their privacy as much as the next person, doesn't matter if they are 'famous'. However, if they do or say something in public that is problematic, then yes, hold them accountable within reason (and sanity) not go on a stalking spree and look like a complete lunatic.

Rant complete :)

Ahhh that's so kind! Bare with me and I'll respond to this in sections, as there's a lot to cover (I've also accidentally posted this before I was done so now I'm editing it lol)

Should they be praised for their driving prowess? Yes! Should every minuscule detail of their lives be dug up and analysed and tracked to the nth degree? No.

This is exactly the point! As prominent sporting figures, fame and all the other bits that come along with it are expected, but is anyone ever really prepared to have their life followed so much that you can't even leave the country without your plane info being displayed all over the internet?

The Drivers drive fast cars for a living. I want to watch fast cars being driven. I don't need to know what they do outside of media circus that is F1.

Honestly, yeah. Sometimes, online, it seems like people prioritise their private/dating lives over the reason why we know who these people are in the first place. I think some people just need to realise that these men are just that: MEN. People who lead their own lives outside of their profession, just like me and you. There's an awful lot of glorification around the Drivers when really, they're just normal people with an insane amount of talent. (And a lot of money lol)

Ahhh the thing about Leo is so real! Petition to make him the mascot of F1 :') I never scroll past Leo Leclerc content

I understand the need, I guess, for younger fans to want to know these details (for whatever reason), especially now Max is having his first child. But tracking the plane? That's a little... unhinged?

For like-minded people like us, yeah! It's just a massive invasion of privacy, in my opinion. However, I think things like that have become so normalised in this day and age that the people who are engaging in it don't even realise how morally wrong it is. You can't stop it, but I definitely will never be encouraging it - it's just weird!

Look, he's a fantastic driver, and I do not like Kelly Piquet (for many many...ok so may reasons and her family), but there's no need to blast them on Twitter (i will never call it X, Elon) about how much you hate her or how much you hate him, or both!

100% agree. I'm also not the biggest fan of Kelly (a very controversial lady) but I wouldn't go out of my way to hate on her 😂

Hold the girl accountable if needs be, but she's literally just birthing her child (has given birth?) right now. Let a girl breathe

(It's official, the baby is here! Congrats to Max & Kelly)

On the other hand, I'm also a massive Max fan - that doesn't make me want to obsessively check flight radar or demand updates from him/his team. Again, I think it's become so normalised that people don't even realise that what they're doing is such a big invasion of privacy. A parasocial beast indeed, anon.

I think I made my point without rambling too much and not taking up much of your time! I just couldn't go past without commenting, I guess.

Don't even worry, the more ramble the better! This is exactly what I wanted when I started answering people's hot takes, it's fun to spark up conversation online!

[mingtinysworld]

Always loved you

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: roommates to lovers, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, drunk reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: After a rough breakup and some drinking, you discover that you may have hidden feelings for your roommate. An intimate moment proves that to be true.

Warnings: MDNI, alcohol, cockwarming, unprotected sex (do not), cute shit, Yunho (deserves a warning)

A/n: second fic ever whoohoo!! I had this idea pop into my head randomly and I was obsessed. Not that I’m obsessed with the idea of cockwarming or anything. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed! - J

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“Ma’am, I think you should stop drinking!”

The bartenders concerned voice is drowned out by the deafening music around you. You take yet another sip of the strong whiskey and stumble back into the swarm of people.

You can’t even distinguish whose hands are on you. You sway side to side, accidentally bumping into random people. You’re doing your best to distract yourself, take your mind off of him.

Being broken up with hours prior, your heart keeps constricting with emotion, and you turned to drinking the pain away. You know you should stop, you know you should go home, but you choose to ignore it.

One song after the other, you keep dancing until your legs give out. Feeling the need for air, you push past the crowd towards the exit.

Taking a big gulp of the chilly air sobers you up just a bit. You then check your phone, which has been off for hours, and see countless notifications.

Yunho

Your lovely, sweetheart roommate. He’s left messages, along with calls and voicemails asking if you’re ok. It is almost 2am after all. You decide to call him, to check in, and also needing a ride home. After two rings, he picks up.

“Y/n? Are you ok? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? It’s been hours!! Are you hurt? Are you-” Yunho rambles on.

You can’t help but to chuckle at his worried tone. “Yunho, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I may have been drinking a bit,” you say with a giggle, your words being slurred, “ugh I’m cold.” You can hear Yunho letting out a long sigh. He must not be thrilled to have to pick you up on yet another drunk night.

“Alright, hold tight. I’ll be there in 15,” You can hear the jingling of his car keys, “don’t go anywhere, got it?”

As he hangs up, the chill comes back. You feel hazy, and unwanted thoughts keep coming back. Surely you’d forget about him eventually, but it felt unbearable in the moment. Desperate for a distraction, you start pacing back and forth on the empty sidewalk, counting your footsteps. After a few minutes of looking like a lunatic, you see headlights approaching.

Yunho jumps out of the car to open the door for you. He looks good, in his plain white t-shirt and black jeans, and his hair fluffy. You can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and cinched in waist underneath that extra fabric. You finally start to get in the car after a few more seconds.

He can sense that there’s something bothering you, but he chooses not to address it. You appreciate the comfortable silence, and lie back to rest your body. To no one’s surprise, you end up falling asleep. As he finishes parking, you stir awake, and start heading upstairs to your shared apartment.

A couple times you trip up the stairs, Yunho having to right you. Both the exhaustion and alcohol in your system do not help. Finally, after a tiring couple of minutes, you’re at your door. While Yunho is fumbling with the key, you space out, staring straight at the wall.

As you walk in, the comfort of your space is so incredibly overwhelming. Yunho heads to the kitchen to get you a water bottle. As you gulp it down, you feel so conflicted. The break up was a long time coming, but it’s also making you feel so empty. Yunho notices you slumping down.

“Hey, do you wanna go to sleep now? You need a lot of rest,” he gets up, trying to pull you up, “come on sleepyhead.” You feel panic at having to leave him. You cling to his sleeve in distress and hang your head.

“Yunho…” you trail off uncertainly. His smile reassures you to keep going. “Would it be ok if I slept with you tonight?” If he was surprised, he didn’t show it.

“Of course you can, that’s totally alright.” His bright smile warmed your insides. He leads you to his room, and you immediately relax. Your head and body feel so heavy, you are eager to finally relax. You and him have never been the touchy type of friends ever, so laying next to him felt strange but somehow just right. Even though it’s so comfortable, you can’t help but keep tossing around for a bit.

“Can’t sleep?” Yunho whispers in a groggy voice. Feeling a shameful thought enter your mind, you burrow your face under the covers. You can think of a method that could help you sleep but…you couldn’t possibly ask it of Yunho. He frowns at you, “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

Oh sweet, sweet Yunho. If only he knew what was going through my brain.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing ugh.” You wish a hole would swallow you up right about now. You feel a soft touch to your chin, guiding you to look into Yunho’s sparkling eyes. God, he’s so beautiful. He’s looking at you with such a loving look that it feels too much. It’s doing things to your heart, and that is too dangerous.

You wiggle out of his touch, burying your head into his chest out of embarrassment. You start to mumble incoherently, “I wanna…” Yunho chuckles softly. “I can’t hear you. Will you look up at me and say it?” You shake your head like a petulant child. “Y/n, look at me.” His tone shocks you. It was almost dominant. The hair on your arms raise as you shakily look at him.

He looks at you intensely, “Now what was it that you wanted?” You take a deep breath, and gain courage.

“I was wondering if I could cockwarm you.”

Silence fills the room, and you realize you’ve fucked it up. No more bestie Yunho, he hates you. He’s going to kick you out of his bed and never talk to you again. He’s going to-

“Ok.”

Your jaw drops wide open. You stare at him like a dumb fish. The wires of your brain may have short circuited. He starts laughing and that brings you back to life. “I’m serious, Y/n. I don’t mind, it’ll help you sleep. Plus it would feel nice too…” The latter was said with him turned away. Fighting a blush, you let out a tiny “thank you.”

“Alright, lift your hips up for me.” He takes off your flimsy shorts and slides your panties aside. He looks at you once more, looking slightly worried. “You’re 100% sure? You nod with certainty, “Yes, I’m definitely sure.” His face relaxes at that.

He turns you to your side, and lines up with your entrance. He enters little by little, and you let out a hiss at the burn. Yunho makes sure you’re ok to continue, and finally is snug inside you. The comfort is immediate. Your brain quiets down, and your eyes can’t help but flutter shut. Before you know it, you’re fast asleep in Yunho’s arms.

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Yunho stirs awake at dawn, slivers of dusty pink light filtering through the blinds. His face turns a bright shade of pink when he realized what’s happening. He looks down at your two connected bodies, and your slow moving hips. The movement drives Yunho crazy, and he almost lets out a squeak when he sees your face. Your head is thrown back, and drool is coming out the side of your mouth. As you work yourself on his cock, you let out tiny little whimpers.

It’s taking all of Yunho’s self restraint to not start pounding into you. He wants to wake you up so badly, but he takes a couple of moments to admire your beautiful face. Your eyebrows are softly scrunched, eyelashes softly pillowed on the curve of your cheeks. And of course, your inviting lips. His heart restricts at the simple thought of kissing you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you start to wake up with a light groan. Feeling so disoriented, you feel the drool around your lips and wipe it off with the back of your hand. The events of last night momentarily forgotten, you attempt to move to your side, and come to a horrifying realization.

Yunho’s dick was inside you.

The memories start coming back and you want to turn into dust at that moment. While your brain is working at full speed, so are your hips. They’re still grinding and squeezing against Yunho. It feels so good you can’t stop. Desperation takes on and you feel like you’re going insane.

Yunho decides to take charge, and holds your hips in place. You whine in protest, but he tilts your chin up to face him. “Hey baby, let me take care of you alright? Just relax,” he whispers. You nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his lavender body wash and feeling your brain go fuzzy.

He starts with shallow thrusts and it has your head spinning. You let out choked moans, sending vibrations through his chest. He’s hitting all the right spots, your body jolting from the pleasure. The feeling is too much, yet not enough at the same time. You can’t help but let out lewd noises.

Yunho feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he needs to see your face or he’ll go insane. “Y/n, look at me please.” He says desperately. You peer up at him through hazy eyes and he throws his head back and groans at the sight. “Fuckkk,” he wishes he could take a picture so badly. Your eyes are narrow slits of pure lust. Your glowy cheeks, and your pretty pretty nose and lips. His palm envelopes the side of your face and his lips are on yours.

His kiss is so passionate that it throws you off. This didn’t feel like the kiss of a casual moment, it felt like the kind you gave your partner after not seeing them for a while. His lips are pillowy soft, melding with your pair. You hum into his mouth with contentment. As his hips piston into you harder, you cry out and grab onto his shoulder. You cum with a shudder of your whole body, breathing heavily.

You can feel his thrusts slowing down, getting more sloppy. He’s so close, you can feel it. You help him get there by intentionally clenching, resulting in soft gasps. He goes all the way, fills you up with so much cum it starts seeping out.

As you both come down from your highs, he puts his forehead against yours. An exchange of soft breaths and just so so much love. “Y/n, this may sound absolutely crazy, but I think I’m in love with you. And trust me, it’s not because we just had mind blowing sex, but it definitely unlocked something. I think I’ve always loved you, I’ve just been too afraid of it changing our dynamic. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to-”

You crash your lips against his before he finishes his sentence. This is your way of showing him that you love him just as much. You kiss with so much fervor that he’s shocked. He reciprocates your energy, and leaves you breathless.

“Goddammit Y/n I love you so so much. I could stay here with you all day,” he whispers. He cradles your head against his chest, and whispers sweet nothings with soft kisses to your forehead.

I think I could get used to this you think.

[ssadumba55]

House Arrest (Bernard x Reader)

Originally Posted On Wattpad November 25, 2017 Summary: Takes place during The Santa Clause 2. Bernard is placed under house arrest and you pay him a little visit

You were probably the most clumsiest elf in the whole North Pole. Not to mention, mostly everyone knew you almost had as short a temper as the head elf himself, Bernard. So when "Santa" decided it was time to "follow the rules" and give all the kids coal, you were furious.

"That's ridiculous. You're ridiculous!" You cried and everyone, even Bernard, stared at you. You glared at the fake Santa.

"You know what's ridiculous? These kids deserving toys!" He snapped back and ordered his giant toy soldiers to capture you. Bernard immediately stepped up.

"WAIT! He's not the real Santa guys! He's a fake! He's just plastic!!!!" The head elf called waving his arms around like a lunatic. You turned surprised. The soldiers were ordered to grab Bernard instead. You watched as they grabbed your Head Elf and walked off.

You turned menacingly to Toy Santa.

"HE WAS OUR HEAD ELF!!" You cried in horror and Toy Santa snorted.

"We don't need a Head Elf, silly girl. And unless you want to end up like him I'd curb your temper." He instructed which made you even more furious. How dare he?

The rest of the day was spent working on coal. Who knew making lumps of coal could be more work than making toys? You certainly hadn't. You worried about Bernard, who apparently had been put on house arrest. How was he doing all alone in his house? Was he lonely? Bored? Angry? Your mind slipped and as a result you dropped the lump of coal you were working on and it rolled across the floor causing another elf to trip over it and fall into another elf which soon ended up being elf dominoes. You immediately went red as a not so happy Toy Santa approached you.

"Nice going, Nimble fingers. Now look what you've done.. Take the rest of the night off. I don't care where you go just don't come back here." The "man" insisted and you dropped your tools. Tears formed in your eyes, as you raced out of the workshop.

That's not Santa... Santa would never say those things... You tried to comfort yourself but it didn't work. You knew you were clumsy but you had never done something like this before. Wait. Why were you crying? You wiped your eyes.

"This is stupid. He's not even Santa. He has no right to boss me around." You declared to the wintery night. "Maybe I'll visit Bernard and see how he's doing."

You walked across the town to what you knew was the Head Elf's home. You had never been here before but you had seen Bernard, Curtis, Santa and many other elves walk in and out constantly. You had never worked up the nerve to talk to Bernard much less go to his house.. Your silly schoolgirl crush always got the best of you. You approached the door, eyeing the toy soldiers stationed on either side. They didn't bother you so you hesitantly knocked.

The door was pulled open just a crack and half of Bernard's face could be seen through the crack. You gave him a weak smile and he hesitantly opened the door a bit more.

"Uh, (Y/N) hi uh what're you doing here... Shouldn't you be making coal for... Santa?" He choked out the word Santa and you winced.

"No, um, he kicked me out because I... I knocked a bunch of elves over." You blushed as you recounted the events and Bernard laughed heartily. He was used to your antics.

"Oh! I should've invited you in, pardon my awful manners." He moved over to allow you entrance to his home. You stepped in and he closed the door quickly behind you.

"I'm sorry he kicked you out." Bernard stated awkwardly and you shrugged.

"Where is the real Santa, Bernard?" You asked him, changing the subject and Bernard went red.

"Well uh you see Santa had business with Charlie to attend to and he, uh, well the Toy Santa was Curtis' idea. I told them it was a bad idea but they never listen!!" Bernard rambled and you giggled. He stopped and turned to look at you.

"What?" He asked, noticing your giggling.

"You. It's not as hard to talk to attractive elves as I thought." You replied honestly and Bernard opened his mouth to reply, then closed it not knowing how to reply. He stood there for a few moments, speechless.

"You... You think I'm attractive? Like... Good looking?" He asked, bewildered and you shrugged.

"Uh.. Yeah. I think you're a nice looking elf. I used to stare at you and that's why I never met my daily quota of toys and oh my god I just said all that to you!!! Bernard, I mean, I'm not a stalker I just-" Bernard laughed. You tilted your head to the side in confusion and he chuckled.

"You're cute when you're confused." He stated. You took a moment to assess what he said and then looked at him with wide eyes. You pointed to yourself.

"Me. You're calling me... Cute?" You asked shocked and Bernard looked confused.

"Um yes? Is that bad? Or...?" He trailed off and you laughed.

"No Bernard it's just... I've never been called cute before." You explained quickly and Bernard seemed to relax, knowing what he said hadn't made you angry.

You and Bernard stood quietly for a while until the door was yanked open by some random elf.

"Bernard! (Y/N)! Come quick, Santa's back!" The girl called and you turned to Bernard a big grin on your face. Bernard ran out the door followed by you. A bunch of other elves were running too... And then you had lost Bernard.

You stood near the back of the group of elves as you watched Santa go and catch Toy Santa. Then, Bernard ordered everyone outside and that's when the attack against the toy soldiers began. You didn't join in.

I'd just trip over my shoes and embarrass myself if I tried, you thought. A hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned and there was Bernard.

"Hey.. Why aren't you joining in?" He asked smiling gently. You shrugged.

"Not the fighting type... Plus I'd end up tripping over myself. I'm not that graceful." You explained and Bernard nodded in understanding. The two of you stood silently and watched the other elves fight as Santa and Toy Santa came hurling to the ground.

While Toy Santa was being taken care of, Bernard turned to you.

"This is the part where in the workshop Santa, or Scott, will propose to Carol in the workshop. If she says yes, he gets to stay Santa Clause. If not, then we get a new Santa I guess." Bernard explained as the two of you stared at the workshop.

"Are we going to go watch?" You asked curiously and Bernard shrugged.

"I mean we could... But I have a better way to spend our time." Bernard replied with smiling and you tilted your head to the side, confused. Bernard took your hand into his, pulling you a bit closer.

"You're cute when your confused." He whispered and then he closed the gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours. You were surprised at first but wrapped your arms around his neck as his found your waist. When the two of you pulled away for air, you giggled, running your hands along his face.

"I guess it's truly isn't that hard to talk to attractive people... Or kiss them." You added and he laughed.

"You're attractive too you know." He replied nuzzling his head into your hair and you laughed.

"Prove it."

"Ok but don't say I didn't warn you!"

He then proceeded to drag you back to his home where... Love making happened. THE END!