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itgirlification · 4 years ago

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supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

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“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

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writingtheafterglow · 3 years ago

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Under The Mistletoe

(Part One -> Cafeteria Mishaps)

Warnings: a lot of swear words and cocky!tom

Summary: Y/N runs into a certain somebody during lunch.

a/n: sorry I haven't been updating, I was trying to think of how to execute this, but here you go...Chapter One! Also sorry the mood board doesn't really match the chapter. Anywho, enjoy bitchesss!!!!

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"Perrie Louise Edwards! I am not doing it!" I explain to the blonde goddess in front of me.

"Oh come on, y/n/n! What's the worst that can happen?" She pushes. Does she seriously not see the problem? IT'S LIAM FREAKING JAMES WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE!!!! If you're wondering who Liam James is, he's my crush, has been since year 3. I swear, it's like I'm looking at a demi-god every time I stare-....respectfully look from afar. The plus side is, he's sweet, smart, caring, and loves music, basically all of my interests.

Perrie always tries to push me to go talk to him, sometimes tells me to go ask him out but, lord knows he wouldn't say yes, he doesn't even know I exist.

"She's right, y/n. What's the worst that can happen?" Leigh Anne backs up Pez instead of taking my side, damn you, Leigh.

"Um let's see...HE REJECTS ME, LAUGHS AT ME, BULLIE ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE???? A lot as you can see!" I shoot back at the two girls in front of me. As I do all of this two (hot) guys walk past us and give Pez and Leigh the "damn she's hot" look, not even sparing me a look as they left. For once I'd like someone to look at me like that! Lord I swear, it's like the only time I get any recognition (from anyone) is when I'm with them, minus a few seconds ago. Without them, I'm nothing.

"Y/N, if he does reject you then move on, it's not the end of the world." I hate it when Pez is right but, that's not enough.

"Look girls, I love you but, I just can't right now. Maybe another day when I actually feel confident." I said before standing up to throw my tray away. They both give me a knowing look but, still, stand up to hug me. All of us then go our separate ways, as I do someone bumps into my side, causing my food to slip out of my hands. I didn't even look up to see who it was, instead, I immediately start cleaning up my mess. Out of nowhere, a hand appears in front of me with a napkin, I assume it was for my (now ruined) shirt.

That's when I finally look up to see who had shoved me. I'm met with a wide-eyed Tom Holland.

"Of fucking course. Do you mind watching where you're going next time, asshole?" My face is starting to burn with anger seeing my old best friend in front of me. It would have been fine if anyone else were to bump into me but, Tom Holland, oh he's in for it.

"Sorry, darling. Just got distracted, that's all." He says through a smirk.

"Yeah, I bet you were eye-fucking a girl." Snatching the napkin out of his hand, I begin to clean my shirt.

"Jealous I see" Cocky bastard-

"Huh, you wish." I scoff.

"You know what...you're right...maybe that can be my Christmas gift this year?" He asks through a smirk. I lift my head up and give him a death glare before standing up and running towards my locker.

"Was that a maybe?" That little shit really thinks I'm jealous of a random girl, most likely a teenage supermodel, he has to be the dumbest guy I've ever met.

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Finally, it's my favorite class of the day. Chemistry. Now, you may be wondering why that's my favorite class. Well, it's because I get to be partners with him, Liam. I love that he doesn't make me do all the work like the other kids in the class, another reason to like him. Anyways, back to reality, I walk into class and see that he's already sitting there. My anxiety level is up to 1000 and my heart is pounding out of my chest...so the usual, basically. We make eye contact and he waves for me to come over.

"Hey, Y/N." He greets as I sit down, not without sending me that charming smile of his.

"hEy LiAm" ...why...the...fuck...do I sound like that?! Well, I guess it's time to hide in the fucking janitor's closet. Before he can respond, a group of assholes football players walk through the door, making a shit ton of noise, might I add. Then, I see him. God fucking damnit can I not get a break from Tom?

"Nice going, Tom." Harrison, one of Tom's friends, cheers.

"Yeah, you're totally gonna get her." Jaden, another minion friend of Tom's, adds. Lord have mercy, he probably just got done talking his way into, another, girl's pants. You know, just typical 18-year-old boy things. Tom's gaze lands on me and Liam. I'm guessing he saw how close we were in proximity, which I didn't notice until he did. His jaw tightens as he makes his way over to us.

What did he want now?

"Hey Y/N/N, did you get all of the ketchup off you?" He grins. I swear on all things good if he calls me that one more time...

"Yeah...thank's for the single napkin by the way." I sass back. Don't. Poke. The. Bear. Asshole!

"Aww well no worries, Love. Hey, just wondering...is Perrie free this weekend?" What the actual fuck?! He can hook up with any girl in this fucking school but, there's no way in hell he's hooking up with my best friend.

"Yeah but, she doesn't go out with cocky bastards who think with their dick." I send a sarcastic smile before shifting back in my seat.

"Sorry just thought she could use some-"

"Finish that sentence and I swear to god it will be your last." I threatened.

"...Dinner...I was gonna say Dinner." He lies before walking to his seat in the back of the class. The bell rings signaling that class is starting. I rest my head on my hand as Mr. Lee begins the lecture.

Man...I wish guys asked about me.

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chaoticforever · 4 years ago

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Playboy Having Fun Part 2 | Yandere Dean Winchester x Playboy! Reader x Yandere Sam Winchester

A/N: Part 1 right here!

Fear.

Was one emotion that you never felt.

How could you feel fear? You were someone who smelled fear from a mile away, not someone who has it. It also has to do with how you were trained to be. You were trained to be a soldier, a warrior, a fighter who can take anyone out and can break someone with their own words.

Just how you were made to be. Eons ago.

You, along with Castiel were one of Heaven's strongest soldiers, and one of the most powerful Angels in the Garrison.

The two of you always fought side by side, protecting each other and taking care of any demons, or other creatures who would get in your way. You both led armies at one point and did a hella good job at it, too.

You loved being an Angel of the Lord. Well, that was until he came along.

Caleb.

Another angel that was created by your father to assist you on missions when Castiel had missions he needed to go on alone.

You and Caleb had spent many decades with one another. Fighting and smiting various beings, and even going to earth sometimes when you both had nothing to do, but sit at the park and watch over your father's creations.

He even kissed you at one point which was weird at the time and made you feel something that you weren't supposed to feel.

Unlike Castiel, you actually understood human behavior and emotions, having spent a lot of time watching over them.

And when Caleb saved you from a demon attack, you felt that emotion again and knew what that emotion was.

Love.

You were in love with Caleb and this was a huge problem because you were not supposed to feel human emotions, but you were somehow able to.

You'd hope Michael wouldn't find out.

He was the Viceroy of Heaven since father was absent. He could either lock you up, or banish you from Heaven.

So, you decided to ignore these feelings.

They would surely go away soon and everything would be okay again. That was what you thought at first before one day, Caleb confessed that he somehow developed feelings for you.

Michael found out and flipped out. He liked Caleb, but couldn't have him in Heaven anymore, so he banished him to earth and erased his memory. He was reborn and would live a human life.

You were so pissed at Michael and wanted to hurt him for that, but knew that you wouldn't win that fight. You may be a powerful angel, but Michael was an Archangel, making him way more powerful than you.

Feeling hurt and confused, you called on your father and begged for him to send you to earth and be reborn as well, but with your memories kept.

You wanted to be with Caleb again and didn't even care about being an angel anymore. Father had abandoned all of you, so he could at least grant you this one wish from wherever he was.

And that he did.

You were reborn again and still had the memories of your former life along with a vessel that was yours forever.

As you grew up, you met Caleb again in college, of course he didn't remember who you were, but you were at least hoping he'd remember his former life.

Since he didn't remember you, you took the liberty of being his best friend instead. You'd rather keep him as your best friend since he couldn't remember and became a playboy to hide the feelings that would remain unrequited.

In all of that has happened, you never felt fear. Not the fear of losing Caleb, or the fear of not returning back to Heaven, so what was Castiel on about that?

That was a good question.

"...What?" You asked, setting your drink down on the table, "What did you say?"

"It's Sam and Dean," Castiel said once again, "They have grown an obsession towards you and also put up angel sigils that stops me from entering the bunker. It's best if you stayed away from them."

You blinked at the angel and massaged your temples, letting out a sigh of frustration. Now, this was starting to get out of hand. None of the people you slept with ever acted this way. Were you really that hot? You knew the answer to that, but you were not going to fear these little humans.

"Castiel," You sighed, "I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine. Their obsession with me will go away eventually once they realize I'm not into them."

Castiel shook his head, "Don't be so sure of that, Y/N. Don't ever underestimate the Winchesters. They are dangerous and my grace is running low, so I might not be able to protect you if they come after you."

"And you shouldn't underestimate me either," You retaliated, "Don't forget that I was one of Heaven's strongest soldiers, you as well." You reminded him.

"But I still have my powers. You don't." He pointed out.

"That's true, but I still have my skills and intellect from my life as an angel. That didn't go away, not to mention that I can still see your true form if I want too."

Castiel sighed, it was so hard to reason with you. You were too stubborn to see that something is clearly wrong with them.

You were his oldest friend and he didn't want anything bad to happen to you.

"Just please make sure that you carry your knife around all the time cause humanity is causing me to weaken."

"Jeez Castiel! I'll make sure to carry my knife around. Damn, why did those writers have to make you, a strong angel so weak throughout the seasons."

"What?"

"Nothing, man! Now, go wherever you go, or you can sleep in the guest room."

Castiel went to the guest room that he would sometimes stay in when he came to visit you. He mostly stayed there when he would lie to the Winchesters and tell them that he had Heaven business to attend to, or when he didn't feeling like being bothered by them.

You drank the rest of your glass before walking into your room and crawling into bed, putting your phone on the charger.

You put the covers over your body and closed your eyes, feeling yourself about to drift off to sleep. As you began drifting off, everything that Cas told you came rushing back to you in an instant.

Their obsession would go away, right?

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Multicolored lights flashed on the dance floor, as dancing sweaty bodies pressed up against each other. Music blared throughout the club as you danced to some of the songs with a bunch of people's eyes on you. Apparently, you were the main focus tonight, but you loved it. You've always loved attention, and the spotlight.

Castiel had insisted for you not to go back to the bar you met the Winchesters at, even though you told him that it's been a week and nothing has happened to you, he was still cautious about it, so you ended up going to this bisexual club that has recently opened.

Alex ditched you when he got here, seeing a hot girl somewhere, and Caleb works the night shifts, unfortunately. So, you decided to dance by yourself with the exception of people looking at you.

A pair of large arms wrapped around you, taking a huge sniff of you, "Damn, you look so sexy out here. You're definitely teasing almost everyone in here with the way you were dancing."

You turned your head slightly to see a dark skinned man with brown eyes and curly hair. This man was absolutely handsome.

"Elliot!" Someone shouted through the loud music and you saw a woman with brown hair and hazel eyes along with glasses walking up to you, "I thought we were going back to your place to have some fun," She whined and turned to stare at you when Elliot didn't respond, "Well, that's not far, Elliot! This guy is freakin' hot!" She exclaimed, and you felt heat crawl up to your face.

"I'm sorry Candance, but this guy is too hot to pass up." He responded, not letting go of you at all as she rolled her eyes.

Though, she couldn't blame Elliot.

You were freakin' hot. Like supermodel hot and she would love to have one night with you herself.

"Or," You suddenly spoke up, and Candace turned to face you while Elliot lifted his head up from your neck to look at you, "How about we turn this into a threesome instead?"

"I'm down for that," Elliot said without a second thought and turned to face Candace, "Are you down for that?"

She pondered at that thought. To have a chance with these two muscular men. There was no way she could pass up this opportunity.

She nodded, "Sounds like a good idea."

Elliot unwrapped himself from around you and took a hold of your right hand, leading you out of the club as Candance took a hold of your left, going with you guys.

Some bodies pressed up against you when you were leaving, but you didn't mind despite feeling their eyes on you.

Introductions of names were made as all three of you exited the club along with Elliot and Candance glaring at some people who tried to take you.

Exiting the club, the cool breeze hit your face and you loved the way it felt since you were in that club with a bunch of sweaty bodies.

"I think you both should be warned," Elliot spoke, which caused you and Candance to look at him, "Most people call me The Punisher when were in bed together."

"Punisher? And why do people call you that?" You asked and Candance nodded.

"That I would have to show you."

"Are you a bad boy?" You teased.

Elliot smirked, "Something like that." Oh, you wanted to know why he's called the punisher.

"Get away from Y/N, and we won't hurt any of you." A gruff voice insisted and to the right of you, there they were.

The Winchesters.

You huffed, "Why are you guys here?"

"We came to bring you home." Sam said, taking a step forward as you backed up behind Elliot and Candance who stood in front of you protectively.

"And I told you both already that what we had was a one night stand, that's all."

"It was more than a one night stand," Dean argued, clearly stuck in his own delusion, "That night showed us how much you love us, and how much we love you. You're coming home with us and you're going to love us."

"You guys are freakin' sick!"

"Were sick?" Sam scoffed, "Us loving you with both our hearts means that were sick? I think you're the sick one and your ours, okay? We love you and you're coming with us."

Elliot pushed Dean and Sam back a few feet with one hand, and they stumbled back slightly in this alley, "He's not going with you guys. You heard the man, he doesn't want anything to do with you both, so it's time for you to bounce."

The brothers shared a brief look with each other before pulling out 2 guns, aiming it at Elliot and Candance as Candance screamed.

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in, and you kicked the gun out of Dean's hand and kicked him where the sun don't shine. He fell down, clutching his groin.

You went to kick the gun out of Sam's hand, but he was quicker. He moved the gun out of your reach and hit the gun over your head, knocking you out.

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When you awoke after some time, you saw that you were chained to a bed and was in a room that you didn't recognize.

The room wasn't big, but wasn't small either. Pictures covered the creamy colored walls, and you saw a map of the town you resided in. Red dots were covering certain locations and you realized that those were the places you had been.

Seems as if The Winchesters has been watching you long before you had that one night stand with them.

The door opened and Dean walked in, seeing that you were awake.

"You're finally awake, my little prince." He walked over to your side, grabbing the back of your head and tried to kiss you on the lips, but you moved your head to the side and got your cheek instead. He looked disappointed, "Don't be like that, sweetheart. I'm sorry that Sam hit you over the head, but you had it coming."

"Dean, please just let me go," You pleaded. You never pleaded for anything in with the exception of your father, but you were willing to plead if it meant that you could leave, "I don't belong here."

"Actually, you do belong here," Sam entered the room and kissed you on the forehead, "And the reason for that is because we need to protect you. We both have watched you from afar for a long time and infatuation turned into an obsession once we saw how many people are attracted to you. We can't let you leave. We lost so many people in our lives and we can't lose you, too."

"Too many people," Dean chimed in, "And we refuse to lose you too, so we decided to lock you up here for our eyes only. We love you, Y/N. We want you as ours and to never share you with anyone else." Dean kissed you, on the lips this time, "Do you love us, too?"

"I. Hate. You. Both. So. Much."

Boy, was that the wrong thing to say.

Their eyes widened in anger, and Sam grabbed your chin roughly, making you face him as you tried your best to make sure that you didn't look scared.

Sam grinned at you, "We are going to have so much fun breaking you down. And you're not going to have a choice, but to love us." Sam walked out of the room and now it was Dean's turn to grab your chin roughly.

You will break for us, sweetheart. And you'll love us the way we love you. Your playboy days are over. We promise to cherish you and love you for as long as well all shall live, and your going anywhere, my little prince. Ours forever."

Dean left the room and you stared at the wall ahead with a complete blank stare.

You let out a sigh. How did this happen? How did you go from a playboy just having fun to getting kidnapped by two crazy obsessed hunters?

You tried calling out to Cas, but there was no answer.

An unpleasant feeling made you feel like you weren't getting out of this situation.

But you did have an upper hand against them because there was a little flaw in their plan to break you down until you break completely. You couldn't be broken.

After all, how can someone with no soul be broken?

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BBC America’s The Watch Episode Six Review: The Dark in the Dark

Episode Review list: one, two, three, four, five, seven, eight

Hey everyone! As many of you already know, my name is Mortis, and this is my thoughts and review of BBC America’s The Watch episode six: The Dark in the Dark. If you have stumbled upon this series for the first time and would like to read the previous episode reviews, I have linked them accordingly above. And I must always remind any newcomers that I have chosen different names for the show characters because there was so much change done to their original characters, they no longer represent their book counterparts. No changes for this week, so let’s get started.

Oh! A quick heads up to anyone who wants to watch episode six (for whatever reason), be warned that at several points in the episode strobe effects are used without warning so if you are epileptic or just light sensitive please refrain from watching this episode.

(Spoilers ahead for The Dark in the Dark)

Episode Recap:

I have officially lost the plot of this show. In the last few episodes, The Watch has zig zagged around its half-finished storyline so many times that I know longer understand what direction it is trying to go in. It has become so incomprehensible that I struggled to get through episode six without saying, “What?” every five minutes. I will do my best to recap this episode’s story but know that I was very confused by the end of it and honestly do not know what the writers were trying to convey.

The episode begins with Virgin (Urdo von Pew, Head of the Thieves Guild) being incinerated by the dragon while this shitty Instagram-like filter that makes people’s photos look like works of art or oil paintings is overlaid on top of the scene (It really hurt my eyes to look at, I squinted through most of it). Turns out, this was just the video an iconograph had captured and was now being looked at by members of the watch in order to figure out the whereabouts of Virgin. In the previous episode, Lady Vetinari (Lord Havelock Vetinari) basically told them to start a war by arresting anyone who aided Gang Leader Carcer (Carcer Dun) which led the watch to this large pile of ash that presumably was Virgin nearby the iconograph. Supermodel Sybil (Lady Sybil Ramkin) who was watching the playback feed on the iconograph realizes that the imp inside must have been bribed by someone to paint a different scenario to explain away Virgin’s disappearance. Realizing that this is a major exploitable flaw, the watch agrees to take the imp in for questioning…well not exactly question since all we ever see are members of the watch threatening to do bodily harm to all their captives.

Side Note! At no point in the episode is it explained where Virgin is or if he’s already dead. In episode five, he was beaten half to death by GL Carcer, strapped to a device that would essentially turn his brain to soup, and then left out in the desert. It is unclear whether this man is still wandering around in the desert or if he was picked up by the Assassins’ Guild for reasons I will soon get into.

Supermodel Sybil then turns to Tall Cheery (Cheery Littlebottom) and tells her to explain to Raccoon Vimes (Samuel Vimes) what she knows about the phrase the dark in the dark so that they can find the next artefact.

Speaking of doing bodily harm to people who deserve human decency, it cuts back to the watch house where Paw Patrol Angua (Angua von Uberwald) is enthusiastically assaulting two of the thieves that had helped GL Carcer get the sword. She tells them that they should be afraid of her (which is kind of hard to do when she looks like a small child suffering from rickets) but they continue to refuse to talk. Apparently, the watch is running out of room to put prisoners as they continue to arrest and interrogate the people possibly involved with GL Carcer (which unless they can present circumstantial evidence that the person was there to aid a known criminal, this counts as a false arrest which is illegal). Paw Patrol Angua refuses to give up the cell she occupies when she transforms, reiterating to the audience again that she only sees herself as a monster who will hurt people since she cannot control her powers. On top of insisting the prisoners be treated with basic human decency, Baby Carrot (Carrot Ironfounderson) reminds PP Angua that they also need to keep everyone in separate prison cells to keep them from conspiring with one another. Not liking the fact that her prisoners have human rights, Paw Patrol Angua pulls out a knife and threatens to cut out the prisoner’s tongues if they tried speaking with each other. Realizing that she’s serious about causing them physical harm and disfigurement, the two thieves cave and tell her that GL Carcer got rid of them the moment Wayne the talking sword was in his hands. I’d just like to remind the audience that this goes well beyond police brutality into actual war crime territory because if she went through with it, Paw Patrol Angua would be in violation of Article Three of the Geneva Conventions (taking hostages and threatening torture/mutilation for noncompliance).

Seeing how they got the answers they wanted, they decide to figure out where to move all the prisoners. Baby Carrot uses this moment when Paw Patrol Angua is distracted by the blueprints of the prison to stare at the tattoo on the back of her neck. Weirded out that he is staring at her, she’s like, “dude what the fuck are you staring at?” and Baby Carrot awkwardly mentions that she can replace her old clan tattoo with a new one that symbolizes the watch. They quickly move on from this subject and start rearranging prisoners like they’re playing musical chairs. Before Baby Carrot leaves, the thief known as Brian informs him that their boss will break them out and that it’s only a matter of time before she shows up. What a stupid fucking thing to say to a police officer. He literally tells the people who are guarding him and his colleagues that there is going to be a prison break soon which puts the watch on high alert. Should’ve kept your big mouth shut Brian, you pea brained troglodyte! An asshole full of knuckles is what you’re gonna get if someone finds out it was you who snitched motherfucker!

Cut forward a bit and Wizard Wonse (Lupine Wonse) is using her pet pigeons to spy on the watch’s activities. But in the meantime, Baby Carrot tells Raccoon Vimes and co that the watch house is about to be attacked. Raccoon Vimes hypothesizes that it could be Bobby Worst (Dr. Cruces) who is coming to free the locked-up thieves. Since the disappearance of Virgin, Bobby Worst seems to be adamant about combining and leading both the Assassins and Thieves Guild in order to make her powerful enough to take on Lady Vetinari. Apparently, the guilds, or at least just the Assassins and Thieves Guilds, want to overthrow Lady Vetinari so that they can take full control of Ankh-Morpork. Not exactly sure why since it’s not entirely explained other than because drama. So, realizing they’re about to have a showdown with some top-level assassins, Raccoon Vimes makes the brilliant decision to send the watch’s best fighters out to retrieve the next artefact while he and Supermodel Sybil stay behind to stand guard.

Tall Cheery takes Baby Carrot and Paw Patrol Angua down to her workshop where she nervously explains that the next artefact is a crown located in her home mine called Tak where she escaped from five years ago. The child goblin called Spike the watch stole-I MEAN-took in is still hanging around doing chores and I only mention them because they become important later in the episode (for the dumbest reason possible, trust me). Tall Cheery tells them that she promised to never go back because the Summoning Dark took her mother from her after she refused to wear a false beard. I’m just going to go ahead and explain that Tall Cheery and the other dwarves of Tak Mine believe that things like gender expression is what lures in the darkness. Being different, more accurately those who refuse to present themselves as male/have facial hair, is the thing that everyone thinks the Summoning Dark takes people away for. Tall Cheery essentially confirms that in the show a gender binary already exists within dwarf society:

“That’s how we keep the dark away. You can’t be yourself down there. You have to be the same. Man, or woman, everyone has to be the same.”

This entire concept is lost on me since it blatantly disregards the struggles Cheery went through in the books to establish a gender binary in dwarf culture only for the show writers to say all dwarves appear male (i.e. having facial hair) because appearing feminine is dangerous since it attracts a supernatural entity that haunts the mines. Anyway, since she knows her way around the Tak Mine, she tags along with them in order to get to the next relic. She puts on her old false beard she keeps in a tin box (call back to episode five) and informs them that they too have to wear facial hair so they can blend in with the other dwarves. Seeing that neither Baby Carrot nor PP Angua have facial hair nor the ability to grow some in two seconds, they turn the jail into a Build-a-Beard workshop by slicing off hair from the prisoner’s to fashion into wearable facial hair.

Meanwhile, back at GL Carcer’s hide away, Wizard Wonse’s spy pigeons she had sent to the watch house return and inform her where the next relic is. Seeing that they don’t have much time to lose, Wizard Wonse smears some magic shit on her and GL Carcer’s face that gives the illusion that they are high ranking dwarves who can be entrusted with the crown. They get to the mines first and steal the crown but continue to hang around the place waiting for the watch to show up so they can attempt stealing the third and final component they need to control the dragon.

They aren’t even two steps over the property line when they are outnumbered and apprehended by the dwarves who popped out of nowhere to grab them (so much for their plan to blend in). Out of the mine comes Tall Cheery’s ex-Spike whom Tall Cheery left behind when escaping the mine. Tall Cheery asks to speak to her father, since she is the only child of the senior mining engineer making it her birthright to become the leader, but ex-Spike calls her a slur in dwarfish and confirms that he is the new chief. Tall Cheery begs for his help which he of course laughs at, but after informing him that they need to be let in by order of Lady Vetinari, ex-Spike gladly allows them down into the mines to retrieve the crown. On their journey downwards, Tall Cheery talks briefly with her ex about how she should’ve gone back for him and wonders why he doesn’t hate her for abandoning him. Well, apparently Tall Cheery isn’t completely over her ex because her clouded judgment missed the obvious warning signs that ex-Spike was leading them directly into a trap. When they get to the temple chamber where the crown is being kept, they find that it’s gone from its pedestal causing some confusion amongst the watch members. Confusion turns to shock when GL Carcer and Wizard Wonse jump out yelling, “Surprise! We got to the crown first!” and all three watchmen are quickly captured.

Meanwhile, back at the watch house, Raccoon Vimes is shoving furniture in front of the entryway to block anyone from coming in or out. Supermodel Sybil wanders up with her tiny pet dragon Goodboy who, she explains, is going to help them burn any intruder that comes in there alive. He is of course terrified of the prospect, so she reassures him by giving him a special dragon whistle that he can blow on if things go south. This triggers another flashback memory (LIKE WE ALREADY HAVEN’T HAD ENOUGH OF THOSE) where he sees his future self wearing the exact same whistle around his neck while together with Supermodel Sybil.

Side Note! You would think that Supermodel Sybil should keep it on her person since she’s going to be the one wielding her tiny dragon like a flamethrower, not Raccoon Vimes. Does she want him to have it so that if Goodboy backfires into her, he can blow the whistle and have the little dragon do the exact same thing to him? Who knows, and at this point, who cares…

Supermodel Sybil and Raccoon Vimes then stand around like a couple of dipshits expectantly waiting for the assassins, who are currently behind them propelling downwards from the ceiling, to just waltz in through the front entrance that they completely blocked up for some UNGODLY REASON. Honestly, I expected nothing less from a captain with extensive brain damage and his companion who is borderline psychotic. Only the finest joins the watch! Anyway, Bobby Worst and her motley crew of psychopaths make themselves known by demanding the keys to the cells. As mentioned before, once she releases the imprisoned thieves, she plans to lead a newly formed super-guild with her newfound allies in order to overpower and overthrow Lady Vetinari.

Raccoon Vimes tries to one-up her by explaining that he has evidence in the form of the imp who Bobby Worst bribed to edit in Virgin’s death. He really needs to learn to keep his big mouth shut because the little girl Alice from episode three goes over to the iconograph and crushes the head of the imp like a grape. Now they have no evidence of Bobby Worst’s wrongdoing and are being stared down by four highly trained assassins with their only means of escape cut off (good job on that one Raccoon Vimes!). Supermodel Sybil tries to be a hero by raising Goodboy up and telling the dragon to incinerate them. However, Goodboy is like “Hell fucking nah,” and refuses to use its fiery breath. With no more options left, they speed off towards the prison to lock themselves in Tall Cheery’s storage room, where they also happened to have moved Accountant Skimmer (Inigo Skimmer), subsequently trapping themselves once more.

Let’s get back to what’s going on in Tak Mine real quick. Since GL Carcer and Wizard Wonse used cloaking magic on themselves, they managed to convince the dwarves that if they have the crown then the world above will burn but things will be fine below ground. So now, with the second to last relic underarm, they do that thing villains do where they explain just enough of their plan to further the plot but not all of it to give everything away. Wizard Wonse, as it turns out, figured out that Carrot is the third and final component they need so they take him with them. As they waltz off, Paw Patrol Angua and Tall Cheery are chained to pedestals in the ground and have their beards ripped off by ex-Spike who is still salty over Tall Cheery leaving him. Tall Cheery tries to appeal to ex-Spike’s better nature by telling him about how she named a goblin who saved her and her friends after him. Ex-Spike just gives her this look like, “Why the fuck does that even matter?” and skedaddles away.

Here’s the part where things get really weird, not as weird as what happens near the end of the episode but still pretty weird. With their beards gone, the Summoning Dark is alerted to their presence and starts to close in while Tall Cheery freaks out. She tells Paw Patrol Angua about her mother who was also taken by the darkness after she shaved her beard and started to question things. Eventually, the Summoning Dark does show up and absorbs Tall Cheery into itself. As it turns out, this supernatural force isn’t malevolent at all and is instead this like…how to even describe it…this force that’s powered by multiverse theory and gender dysphoria? I’m really unsure about what exactly it is, but it’s definitely NOT the Summoning Dark we see in the books. When Tall Cheery wakes up inside of it, she sees herself in different outfits that are quickly confirmed to be her alternative selves in different timelines across the multiverse. She stumbles across her mother, who is just casually hanging out in there, and they have a heart to heart about how the Summoning Dark is a benevolent ally. This whole time Tall Cheery’s mother has been zooming around the multiverse watching all the branching timelines and alternative universes that APPARENTLY the darkness is privy to access because it’s magic or something. She rejects the notion of returning to Tall Cheery’s timeline by saying something along the lines of, “why would I go back when I have all these worlds to explore?” Tall Cheery’s mother chooses to stay because the Summoning Dark helped her, and now her daughter, become her genuine self.

Side Note! I find it wonderfully fucked up that out of all the people the Summoning Dark has taken, Tall Cheery is the only one to return and tell everyone that it’s not actually evil. By this logic, this means Tall Cheery’s mom saw her child and husband openly grieve her loss and she went “I don’t fucking care, I’m out bitches!” and NEVER MADE CONTACT AGAIN! Her mother DELIBERATELY chose this weird ass supernatural force over her own family because it gave her magic powers to see through time and space! Literally anyone who got taken could’ve gone back at any time, but I guess they all collectively went “NOPE!” and let their community live in fear of an entity that they were now fucking around with.

Point is, the Summoning Dark is now Cheery’s ally (she’s got the mark on her arm and everything) and as a result she has superpowers that can help break them out of Tak Mine.

Side Note! Technically, I guess Tall Cheery’s mom is with her all the time now because she exists within the Summoning Dark that now resides in Tall Cheery. She’s inside her mother if you will.

Further down the mineshaft, Wizard Wonse is talking about how back in the day the artefacts were created to unify the ruling class by creating the ability to control a Noble Dragon. This included the grimoire for the wizards, sword for the assassins, helmet/crown for the dwarves, and a king with octarine in their veins. GL Carcer knows that Baby Carrot is a king’s descendant because he’s seen him be crowned in the future (Swear to god if this series ends by making Ankh-Morpork a monarchy…). Baby Carrot is flabbergasted by the notion that he could be king and attempts to rally with Wayne the talking sword to go against the whole idea. Wayne is in the background going off about how Baby Carrot should fuck Angua before GL Carcer shushes it. No, I will not include further context. Anyway, GL Carcer informs Baby Carrot that even if he’s crowned king, GL Carcer is still going to theoretically be the one in power if he has Baby Carrot’s blood. According to the inscription written on the crown, those who possess blood containing high levels of octarine, the Discworld’s eighth color, are the ones who can take control of the Noble Dragon. So essentially, GL Carcer is planning to use Baby Carrot as his own private blood bank in order to burn Ankh-Morpork to the ground.

Incoming rant- Since GL Carcer has gone back in time to enact his dastardly plan to destroy the world, wouldn’t he have known what all the artefacts were? I mean, he did say he saw Baby Carrot as king controlling the dragon in the future so I would assume that he happened to also see the sword and crown. So why in the hell is he going off about not knowing about all the relics and needing help from Wizard Wonse? This just seems like a major plot hole the writers glossed over.

With Tall Cheery’s newfound superpowers, she quickly catches up to GL Carcer by teleporting herself and Paw Patrol Angua around to knock out the guards. However, before she can formally arrest GL Carcer, the Observers (the Auditors of Reality) step in by teleporting both GL Carcer and Wizard Wonse away to prevent their capture. I’ll catch up on what happens to them in a bit, but for right now let’s get back into the scene. Tall Cheery wanders up to her ex who is cowering in the dark and tells him that he has no need to fear the Summoning Dark because it helps them be anything they want to be if they allow themselves to embrace it. I don’t know why she thinks it’s so funny that he’s scared because not even a minute ago she was terrified of the Summoning Dark. Now she’s acting all surprised the dwarves who live in this mine all their lives and were taught that this thing is evil are scared? Ugh, anyway, Tall Cheery requests that ex-Spike start a revolution by going back into the mines to spread the word to everyone that it’s ok to be different. Tall Cheery then proves to us yet again that she’s only partly over her ex because she makes out with him for a bit before she remembers that he literally tried to kill her and her friends twice.

Back at the watch house, the assassins are closing in on Raccoon Vimes and Supermodel Sybil. They found keys to unlock the prisoners but for some reason that same key ring can’t open Tall Cheery’s storage room, so they have to find another way in. Inside the storage room, things are already tense because Accountant Skimmer is locked in a room with Supermodel Sybil who still holds a massive grudge against him for murdering her parents twenty years ago. Raccoon Vimes does his best to keep the peace by keeping Supermodel Sybil engaged and distracted. She asks Raccoon Vimes what else he saw in the future which makes him blush so hard both Accountant Skimmer and Supermodel Sybil think something is wrong with him (there is but it’s not related to his skin condition). Supermodel Sybil proceeds to pull out a tin of moisturizer and slather it all over his face because that will help somehow. Anyway, Bobby Worst and her gang are hanging around outside the locked door threatening the watchmen to release Accountant Skimmer into their custody because she wants them alive for some stupid reason. To make the already volatile situation in the storage room go nuclear, Bobby Worst starts talking directly to Supermodel Sybil about how Accountant Skimmer would brag about how easy it was for him to inhume her parents. Agitated, Supermodel Sybil demands the keys from Raccoon Vimes so that she can personally throw Accountant Skimmer to the wolves on the other side of the door. Raccoon Vimes is dead set against this plan, even though she’s damn near ready to murder both of them, stating that they need to keep him safe under their custody since they “hold the line.” This whole thing is just a distraction to give Alice enough time to dig out Accountant Skimmers escape tunnel so she can wiggle into the storage room that is connected to the opposite side of the cell wall. Bobby Worst played Supermodel Sybil’s emotions like a fiddle because as they’re arguing about throwing Accountant Skimmer out, Alice appears out from behind a row of mannequins making everyone piss their pants and unlock the door to get out…into Bobby Worst’s awaiting entourage.

Bobby Worst gives them one chance to tell her where and what the artefacts are so that she too can control the dragon and make her takeover of the government all the more easier. They of course refuse to tell her anything, but before Bobby Worst can strike, Tall Cheery walks in wearing a flashy red dress and does another MOTHERFUCKING DANCE NUMBER! I absolutely hated this part but all you need to know is that Tall Cheery’s little song and dance sucked off (hehe) Bobby Worst and her gang into another dimension or something by using the Summoning Dark. So, Bobby Worst is just straight up gone now, and I guess since both the Assassin’s and Thieves Guild leaders have disappeared, either the main guilds might completely fall apart, or Lady Vetinari will have new leadership installed.

Cutting ahead a bit, we see Paw Patrol Angua, Tall Cheery, and Baby Carrot sitting around the workshop as Tall Cheery extracts blood from Baby Carrots arm. She is testing to see if what GL Carcer said is true and that his blood does have octarine in it making him the true heir to the throne. Baby Carrot is going on and on about how he believed he was the weakest link of the group and that being confirmed as a king was going to prove his worth somehow. Well as it turns out, he has no octarine in his blood after the test comes back negative. He huffs and puffs about not being special like he thought he was and stomps off to go sulk somewhere. The show then blatantly goes *points at Raccoon Vimes* Who is it that the third artefact alludes to?! *points at Raccoon Vimes* Who could it possibly beeeeeeeee~!? *points at Raccoon Vimes*

Skipping to the end, GL Carcer and Wizard Wonse are once again condemned by the Observers for failing them yet again. They touch on how in every timeline, Raccoon Vimes rises up, stops the dragon, and falls in love with Supermodel Sybil. Apparently, there is no timeline where he doesn’t get together with her which is weird and not how multiverse theory works. Wizard Wonse then makes it abundantly clear that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship because she manages to convince the Observers to give the worst version of Raccoon Vimes that exists in all the alternative universes to her so that she can brainwash him into murdering this timeline’s Supermodel Sybil. Which I’m sure is going to be barrels of fun next episode.

Episode Review:

I’m always hesitant when I get to this part of the post because I realized over the last several weeks that I’ve been repeating myself about how shoddy the writing is in each episode. But here’s the thing, the reason I say the same things over and over again is because nothing has changed. Each week’s episode neither improves nor declines in quality (ok it definitely had moments of sharp decline I’m not going to deny that, but I’m referring to the actual writing) as the writers continue to experience the exact same short comings every single time. I cannot tell what this show wants to be because it never fully commits to being one thing. It constantly ping pongs between being gritty, to comedic, to melodrama, to romantic, then back again. Sometimes they mix it up a bit and make it an edgy romantic comedy! This show can barely sustain itself on its own writing merits. If you drained away all the Discworld related content to see what the underlying plot is, you’d find a half-finished script with a plotline blander than flour. Being called a Discworld adaption is the life support that is keeping this parasitic show alive. Without Discworld being unfairly attached to it, it would be just another lackluster cop show drowning in the sea of law enforcement related programs currently on television.

I want to now get into the specifics that concerned me when watching The Dark in the Dark. Primarily, I want to talk about how this Cheery centric episode managed to untactfully tackle issues like gender identity. As many already know, Cheery Littlebottom helped many dwarves dealing with gender dysphoria come into themselves when she herself broke dwarf social norms by proudly identifying as female. Overtime, the idea that dwarves can be more than one gender began to spread and eventually Ankh-Morpork became a sort of safe haven where dwarves could exist as whatever gender they identified as without fear of retaliation like they might’ve experienced in their home mountains. The Watch, however, goes in the exact opposite direction by having what seems to be cisgender male and female dwarves all posing as male because they have been led to believe the Summoning Dark targets those who deviate from the norm. Expressing femininity is associated with fear and danger because those who question get swallowed up by the darkness. If the Summoning Dark wasn’t a thing in the mines then I highly doubt problems relating to gender expression, more specifically female gender expression since we don’t see the inverse occur, would not be a problem since the show makes it abundantly clear that there is a gender spectrum in dwarves society. We also don’t know if this is an isolated case or if the Summoning Dark lives in every dwarf mine making people fearful of shaving their beards. Either way, the episode seemingly tries to downplay Cheery’s identity and accomplishments in the books by having this convoluted plot about how a magic darkness that’s powered by gender dysphoria only went after female identifying dwarves for so long that the dwarves of Tak Mine developed societal transphobia out of fear of being consumed. Why the Summoning Dark started doing this in the first place is something only god knows but boy is it stupid. Anyway, at the end of the episode, Tall Cheery starts wearing her beard again. This could either be interpreted as her now identifying as nonbinary or that she considers herself a true dwarf again by embracing her old beard. Depending on whatever it was the writers intended, it still seems very tacky seeing how Cheery in the books is canonically a transgender woman while the show completely avoids labels and just calls her “different.”

Finally, I want to quickly touch on how this show continues to gloss over and even glorify police brutality. In the last several episodes, Paw Patrol Angua has been the one primarily perpetuating the violence against those the watch has arrested and it’s absolutely sickening. PP Angua even has this dialogue with Baby Carrot about how she still needs her designated cell because she’s still herself/a monster. The writers of The Watch are desperately trying to remind us that she doesn’t want to be seen as a monster but immediately turn around and make her character do monstrous things on her own volition to people who cannot defend themselves in that moment. In the books, the reason Angua left her family was because she did not want to become like her brother who harmed/killed indiscriminately because he saw himself as superior. To me at least, it seems the writers have conjoined both Angua and Wolfgang’s personalities and behaviors into the monstrosity that is Paw Patrol Angua in order to justify having her beat down prisoners. Even Baby Carrot isn’t innocent in all of this. Although he tries to say that prisoners should not be treated this way and wants Paw Patrol Angua to stop, partway through the episode PP Angua gets the thieves to talk which prompts Baby Carrot to acknowledge that violence works. The first six minutes of The Dark in the Dark is literally the writers conditioning its audience that police brutality is ok as long as they get the clues they need and stop the bad guy at the end of the day. In no context should police brutality against defenseless people should ever be justified! How do these people still not get this concept in this day and age!?

Now for the fun part of the review called...

Things that happened in The Dark in the Dark that made me scream like a goddamn banshee:

First rule of Thieves Guild school is no snitching motherfucker!

Can we stop with the fucking dance sequences!?

Angua can’t go two seconds without violating the Geneva Conventions and it shows

Did Cheery seriously name her slave pet goblin after her ex??

The Summoning Dark wants to trans your gender

Honorable Mentions:

Cheery might’ve inadvertently destroyed an entire mining industry and several trade deals by encouraging a revolution

I’m surprisingly ok with next episode’s subplot to murder Sybil because she’s honestly been a major bitch...

The bar is so low for this show that I actually thought things were starting to improve because the last three episodes put me in physical agony

#the watch reviews #not my watch #discworld #bbc the watch #bbc america the watch #bbc #review #no editing we die like men #mp

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nobodysuspectsthebutterfly · 4 years ago

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Hello! If you don't mind me asking, are you planning on watching House of the Dragon? I'm personally unsure about it. I was cautiously optimistic about it since D&D are not involved, but the recent casting news have been ugh disappointing imo. What do you think?

Hey anon! Sorry to say I kind of mind you asking because my inbox is still closed (to everyone except my secret Santas, which is why the ask page is accessible at all), but then I realized it’s possible if you’re on the mobile app only, you haven’t seen said note in my askbox, or my FAQ, or anything of the sort. And with older metas of mine being reblogged recently, it’s possible you may be confused. (I hope you’re on mobile only and not just ignoring my requests.) So I wanted to inform you of that... but also, y’know, I kind of wanted to make a post about the HotD cast anyway? And this ask is as good a prompt as any... so, you’re lucky, but please don’t push your luck. ;)

So, straight up: I currently have no plans to watch House of the Dragon. HBO is not getting any of my goddamn money, I don’t trust like that. And hunting down illegal livestreaming sites is a pain in the ass and I regret ever doing it for GoT, as well as regretting getting drunk every weekend enough to dampen my senses to ever tolerate that show. Yeah it’s different showrunners and writers, I know. It’s still (mostly) the same executives at HBO and even if the pervert producer is gone (or is he?), you know they still just want to sell sex and violence and dragons to an audience that thinks fantasy is for geeks.

Also, considering that Fire & Blood’s story of Dance of the Dragons has very little actual narrative or dialogue, and the historical record is deliberately untrustworthy, that gives them pretty much full rein to do whatever they like with the story and characterization and words without even being slightly obliged to GRRM at all. Furthermore, since the story is wholly political with virtually none of the magical side of ASOIAF (excepting dragons), and honestly does not have much in the way of themes or depth that main ASOIAF or even D&E has, I think it will be very hard for an adaptation to show even those brief sparks of quality that used to make me wistful GoT couldn’t be that good all the time and eventually just made me frustrated and depressed. Note I do like the history and characters of the Dance despite myself, despite its many many many textual issues, but I don’t need to see an adaptation, I have a very visual imagination. I don’t watch a lot of television to begin with, I don’t see why I should start again with this.

However, I’m not going to avoid spoilers or discussion, and I’ll probably follow the show the tumblr way, through gifsets and video clips and people bitching on their blogs etc. If, somehow, by some miracle of good screenwriting and acting, the show manages to transcend its source material, I’m sure I will be informed. And then, if and only if then, I may try watching. (Without, of course, giving HBO any of my goddamn money.) We shall see.

(Though I certainly don’t know why anyone in Targ standom would ever watch a Dance adaptation considering almost every Targaryen and everyone else in the story is terrible except Helaena and the kids, and considering how the story ends, unless y’all are gluttons for punishment? (I do not comprehend hatewatching, sorry.) It’ll probably be fun at first to see the adventures of those “precious silver douchebags” (to borrow a friend’s tag), but eventually rocks fall, everyone dies, including the girlboss you know you’ll hope the story will be changed enough that she succeeds. Just letting you know now, she won’t.)

That said. I’ve been following the casting news and I think the hate/fear/wild screaming is entirely overblown. Yeah, I know, but wait, just listen. On Friday I officially welcomed @naomimakesart to the “favorite character is now played by an actor who looks nothing like most fanart and is mostly known for wildly different roles” club. I still remember that day in September 2009 when my brother texted me “yarp”... and that right there is the thing. Yeah. Rory McCann looks very little like most pre-GoT Sandor fanart... but many fans grew to love him anyway. (There are some who never did, of course. And yeah the character went off the rails by the end, but truly, who didn’t. Having seen his audition, having spoken to him and heard him wistfully talk about book scenes he loved, I’m convinced if Rory had only been given Sandor’s actual scenes and such, he would’ve killed it. Sigh. Deep, deep sigh.)

And Rory isn’t the only one. Neither of the actors for Jaime and Cersei were considered “beautiful” enough at first. I recall very clearly people bitching about Nikolaj Coster-Waldau (about his nose particularly?) because they had wanted Tarzan-era Travis Fimmel to be Jaime. (Seeing people bitch because current-Fimmel isn’t playing Daemon made me laugh out loud for both BEYONCE?! meme -type “why would you ever cast him omg he doesn’t fit my headcanon Daemon at all”, and amazing amounts of fandom flashbacks.) Lena Headey was “too square-jawed”, “too mean-looking” (since at the beginning you should never be able to guess she’s evil), “too dark-complected”, “too mannish”, not at all attractive enough. (Tricia Helfer was the most common “but I wanted” for Cersei, btw.) And of course “they don’t remotely look like twins, ugh!” Note, there’s receipts for all of this, none of it is made up. (Unfortunately.) Those two actors are just the ones whose casting wank I recall most clearly, particularly because oh how the turn tables.

Also. You know, there’s a post with Matt Smith and Mark Simonetti’s TWOIAF Daemon going around with shrieks of horror... and I’m finding it maddening in a “am I crazy? am I the crazy one???” way, because Matt looks like the painting. Their features are not that dissimilar.

Same deepset eyes. Same cheekbones of doom. Same thin lips. Same protruding chin. Same high forehead. Same invsible eyebrows ffs. Matt has a squarer jaw, and a longer more rectangular face, and a wider nose, but considering that Daemon’s features are not described in the text, and this is the only official ASOIAF artwork that shows Daemon’s face straight on, I can for sure see why he was probably shortlisted to begin with. And that’s not even getting into to his role in The Crown, which I’ve heard is very well played with politics and palace intrigue... and if you doubt Smith can play seductive/roguish and/or evil (depending on how you LARP as a Westeros historian), or look good with long hair... well. I do not want to watch the movie, but this trailer is disturbingly enlightening.

And as for Rhaenyra... y’all know this show is starting at the beginning of the story, right? When she’s a teenager? Not a voluptuous MILF? Yeah, Emma D’Arcy doesn’t look like a Magali Villeneueve painting (though who does, good lord), but you know who she does look remarkably like? Harry Lloyd.

Same jawline. Same nose. Same thin lips. Same sharp cheekbones. Notably, same kind of sharp cheekbones and deep-set eyes as Matt Smith. HBO evidently has a concept of a “Targaryen look” that’s a little bit quirkier than supermodel-Greek statue-gods on earth, yeah, fine. But it’s consistent, and they look like family, and that-- that is good casting.

And yeah, in a few months to a year or so, you’ll see them in costume and wigs and makeup, you’ll see them in motion and speaking lines, and go Oh. That’s different. Never mind. And while people will make fanart of the show depictions of the characters and those will probalby get popular, they’ll also keep doing fanart of their pre-show headcanons, and those too will be popular. (God knows when I draw or visualize book!Sandor, Rory does not come to mind, lol.) Either way, there’s no reason to panic. We’ll live.

(Though will we live well? Got to wait on the writing and showrunning for that, alas.)

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styw · 4 years ago

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Alice in the Wonderland

Can I have Chaeyoung?

"Do you wanna watch movies with me?" Jisoo hummed, looking up from her book, and found the most colored brown sincere eyes.

"Movies?" She repeats, closing her book, and sets it aside.

The owner of the colored brown eyes nodded eagerly, "Movies." She smiles cutely at the brunette.

God, Jisoo felt like she's going to have a heart attack from it.

Jisoo smiles softly, "Sure, baby. I think I'm free on that."

She wasn't. In fact, she has tons of assignments to do later, but she'll ditch it. At least for now, she hasn't been spending time with her chipmunk girlfriend and maybe, maybe it's time for Jisoo to make up with the strawberry blonde with it.

"Yes!" The strawberry blonde pumped her fist in the air making Jisoo grin at her silliness.

"Are you that excited to spend the night watching movies with me?" Jisoo asks, propping her chin on her palm, and grinned teasingly at the strawberry.

"Of course," Chaeyoung replies, taking the opposite seat of her girlfriend, "You're too glued on your school works, Soo. And as your girlfriend!" She winks, "As your girlfriend, it is my duty to make you feel relaxed for once, ya know. Plus, Alice misses you already."

"And you don't?"

Chaeyoung blushed, breaking the contact away from the brunette, "Of course. I miss you, Jisoo." She whispered softly, feeling a sudden wave of heat on her cheeks and hid behind her palms.

"Ah, stop making me blush." She whines between her palms.

Jisoo giggles, reaching out to hold both of her lover's wrists. Setting it aside, Jisoo leans closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. Making the strawberry pout, with puppy eyes, and asking for more.

"What?" Jisoo chuckles, "We're in public. I can't just have a make out with you here." She says, bursting more in laughter. Teasing Chaeyoung is one of amusing things Jisoo loves to do.

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes at her lover, huffing, but nodding in defeat afterwards. As much as she wants to make out with her here, she knows Jisoo is quite strict and prefers to be private.

"Anyway, Five o'clock in the afternoon, okay? Don't forget."

Jisoo nods with a smile, reaching out to pinch her girlfriend's cheek, "Yes, yes. Noted, ma'am."

Chaeyoung grins, leaning closer on her girlfriend's touch, before rising up from her seat. Planting a small kiss on the brunette's forehead before leaving Jisoo in the library alone.

Jisoo, who is left alone, only giggled at her girlfriend's cute antics, and focused back on her anatomy book.

She's sure she's going to spend a long night in the Park's residence.

A few hours passed. The school time was over and it was time for Jisoo to head over to her dorm to change before making her way to the Park's residence.

A movie date with Chaeyoung wouldn't be complete if she's not bringing their favorite snacks: Pizzas and Hot Cheetos.

"I'm guessing you're coming home late tonight?" Jisoo looked over her shoulder and found a sharp cat-eyed girl laying down in the bed.

Jisoo chuckles, "Probably. Chaeyoung asked me out to watch movies with her. Her parents aren't home, so she's alone with her sister, and I'm accompanying her," She says, focusing on herself in the mirror then taking off her blazer and folding it neatly, then putting it on her closet.

Jennie hummed, "Okay..." Jennie mutters.

There was a brief silence between them and Jisoo knew Jennie had something to tell her. They've been living together since highschool already and admit or not, Jisoo could read Jennie like an open book. The cat-eyed girl was very easy to read.

Jennie sighs, catching Jisoo's attention. The brunette sighs in defeat, "Alright, fine. Lisa can come here," She says, taking a piece of plushie for later, because she knows the strawberry would need it, "But please don't do it on my bed."

"Hey!" Jennie growls. A big pink tint of shade on her cheeks, throwing a pillow, and Jisoo burst in laughter before blocking it.

The cat-eyed girl was furiously blushing on the bed and Jisoo was still bursting in laughter from the teasing.

"We're not gonna do it, okay? I'm just going to spend some quality night with my girlfriend. I miss her."

"You're looking like a whipped puppy right now, Jen." Jisoo shivers, rolling her eyes in the process.

"You're saying that as if you're not a lovesick puppy when it comes to Chaeyoung."

Jisoo chuckles once again, taking a glance at herself in their full body mirror. A white shirt and a black pyjama pants wouldn't sound so bad. She then turns her body to Jennie.

"What do you think?"

"Your outfit screamed like you're actually living in her home,"

"I'll take that as a "You look good in that outfit" compliment, Jen." She air quotes before taking her slipper sandal, "Anyway. I'll see you later, Jen." Jennie hummed, “Don’t come back, okay.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes at her roommate’s remark and left the dorm along with her belongings. She has already ordered the pizza and it will be delivered at Chaeyoung's place. Knowing it'll take for them an hour to choose a movie, Jisoo told the restaurant to be delivered around six o'clock. Chaeyoung doesn't like it when her pizza is cold.

After taking a couple of daydreams on the sidewalk, finally, Jisoo has reached her destination: The Park's residence.

She has been dating Chaeyoung for two years, almost three years, and until now, she's still not used to visiting the Park's residence. Her legs just won’t stop shaking and it’s getting annoying.

Don't get her wrong, she has been visiting, but she just couldn't get used to the grand mansion whenever she stands in front of the house.

Whenever she sees it, she couldn't help, but to wonder: How the hell did she bend the straightest church girl in the school and how did she get her? Jisoo doesn't know. She was just your typical student, whose face is always glued on academics, not interested in love until Chaeyoung came and made a miracle on Jisoo’s life.

Chaeyoung has turned her from a puppy whose face is always glued on the academics to a lovesick puppy, but still focusing on the academics.

Since then, Jisoo's days have been getting better and better, and she's always looking forward whenever it involves Chaeyoung.

Oh lord, Park Chaeyoung and her effect on Kim Jisoo.

Jisoo takes a step back, knocking on the door, and moments pass. The door flew open revealing a strawberry blonde girl who's still on her uniform. Her hair is a little bit messy and Jisoo wonders why.

"Hi," Chaeyoung greets, biting her lower lip at her girlfriend.

Jisoo cocks her head at the side, blinking at her girlfriend, "You're still on your uniform?"

Chaeyoung nods, then flashes a toothy smile at Jisoo, "I was picking Alice up from the school and I don't really have time to change clothes." She sheepishly says.

Jisoo nods, flashing a small smile then proceeds to come inside, "I called the Pizza. It'll be here in a moment," She says, turning her body at Chaeyoung then smiled, "How about you change into some comfortable clothes first while I prepare the food for later."

Chaeyoung pouts attempting to say something, but stopped when she sees Jisoo squinting her eyes at her, "Don't be hard-headed, Chae. Go on, okay? I can handle this."

"Okay..." She surrendered, turning her back, and made her way to her room like a child.

Jisoo smiles, her eyes following Chaeyoung's figure then ties her hair in a diligent manner before proceeding to the kitchen and preparing some snacks. A movie without snacks is big no no to the duo and speaking of watching movies, Jisoo wonders what Chaeyoung picked this time.

She hopes the latter wouldn't pick some scary movies, because seriously, the last time they had scary movies alone in the house (Alice is sleeping in Chaeyoung's grandmother's house). Chaeyoung was crying nonstop, regretting, and wouldn't sleep unless Jisoo would lay to bed with her.

Gosh, sometimes, her lover could be so dramatic, but Jisoo doesn't mind. She doesn't blame Chaeyoung either. Chaeyoung was genuine scared and She doesn't mind putting up with Chaeyoung's drama. It was amusing and fun to tease the strawberry blonde about it, though there are at times she would be filled up with worry.

"Unnie!" Feeling small hands wrapped around Jisoo's waist, Jisoo looked over her shoulder, and found the owner of the brown eyes, same as Chaeyoung, "Alice," Jisoo calls out, smiling widely.

"I miss you!" Alice says, breaking into loud laughter when Jisoo starts to lift her and snuggle closer to her neck.

"I miss you too, kiddo," Jisoo says, gently placing Alice down on the floor, "How's school?" She asks, focusing back on what she's preparing.

"It was fine," Alice says, grinning a little and Jisoo takes notice of it, "That's good. Did the notebook I left with you helped you a lot?"

Alice nods, "Uh-huh, it did! Unnie helps me read them." She says brightly, tugging Jisoo's shirt, then shows her palms filled with ink stars.

"Teacher got me this!"

Jisoo parted her lips in amazement before smiling proudly, "I'm so proud of you, dude." Jisoo says, taking out something out of her pocket.

She was supposed to give this to Alice later, but she couldn't wait anymore, "Remember the bracelet you loved so much when we were passing by on the streets?"

Alice nods then widened her eyes in shock at her unnie, "Did you buy it for me?" She asks, stars starting to be visible on her eyes. Twinkling like there's no tomorrow in happiness.

Jisoo nods, taking out the bracelet with a wide smile and giving it to Alice, "It's my early birthday gift for you. Happy birthday, Alice."

"Thank you unnie!" Alice says, jumping in happiness at Jisoo.

Jisoo giggled, opening her mouth to say something, but was cut off when someone talked first.

"What did I miss?" Chaeyoung asks, appearing out of the blue in the kitchen.

Chaeyoung was wearing her pink silky pyjamas and seriously, Jisoo couldn't help, but wonder how the heck Chaeyoung could make her outfit scream like it came from Saint Laurent. If only Chaeyoung is not pursuing Law, she would be a supermodel and an ambassador of Saint Laurent. Models should be thankful Park Chaeyoung chose Law instead of modelling.

"Unnie got me bracelet!" Alice shouts, showing Chaeyoung the bracelet Jisoo bought for her.

Jisoo snapped at herself, blinking as she did in the process, and glanced at her girlfriend who's interacting with her sister in a sweet manner.

Jisoo smiled. Jisoo was never good with kids, but ever since Chaeyoung introduced Alice to her, she was scared at first, but as time passed, Chaeyoung taught her how to be less scary and how to actually be nice with kids, and get into their nice side. Chaeyoung loves children so much that it also made Jisoo to love them too.

"You have homework?" Alice nods, "Don't worry. I can handle it unnie, cause I'm a big girl!" Alice shouts before running to her room, leaving the duo in the kitchen alone, proud smiles are prominent on their facial features, and their eyes follow the child's figure.

When they see Alice's silhouette starts to disappear. Chaeyoung immediately ran to her girlfriend with a big smile prominent on her facial feature.

Jisoo being a whipped puppy, she opens her arms, and starts to caress, and draw small circles at the strawberry blonde's back.

"You're so clingy, Chae." She comments.

Chaeyoung hummed, snuggling closer at the brunette's neck, "Get used to it, dummy."

Jisoo chuckles, both of them stayed silent, and stayed in that position for a moment. After a couple of seconds, Jisoo was the first one to break the contact, making Chaeyoung feel a little bit cold, despite the long sleeve covering her skin.

"Help me?" Jisoo asks, handing the hot cheetos on Chaeyoung's hands.

Chaeyoung immediately took it, "By the way, I already paid for the pizza." She says making Jisoo frown in disapprovement. Attempting to say something, Chaeyoung leans closer, shutting Jisoo off, "You can pay me back with kisses." She says, wriggling both of her eyebrows at Jisoo.

Jisoo shakes her head, sighing as she did, and chuckle in defeat, "Alright."

The two start to sit down on the couch. Jisoo, who knew fully well how Chaeyoung couldn't wait when it came to food, she gave the first slice to the strawberry blonde before proceeding with hers.

"So what are we watching?"

"As above, as below." Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glistening in happiness and taking a bite on her hawaiian pizza.

Jisoo gave Chaeyoung a look, hesitant, "That sounds like a horror movie."

"That's because it is a horror movie. I heard from Lisa that it's good." She says, finding Jisoo's eyes when she turned her head towards the brunette.

"I'm fine with horror, babe, but are you sure we're going to watch this? The last time we watched a horror movie, you were having nightmares about it."

Chaeyoung shooks her head, "Not this time. Plus, Lisa said it's not that scary, it's just thrilling."

Sighing in defeat, Chaeyoung looked so determined, so maybe it’s different today. Jisoo nods at her girlfriend before patting the seat beside her, "Alright. You better not regret it, okay?"

"You bet," Chaeyoung flashes a smirk, "I won't."

Okay, it was a mistake. Chaeyoung should have known that Lisa is an angel in disguise, she should have known that the movie is so scary that it made her eat her own words.

Why is she watching this movie again? Oh yeah, it's because Jisoo loves horror movies and she wanted to impress and show her girlfriend that she was not the Chaeyoung that used to get scared whenever they watch a horror movie together.

Seeing a sudden jumpscare appeared out of nowhere, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to widen her eyes and squeal in horror. Jisoo, who's on the side, widened her eyes, and jumped on her seat when she heard Chaeyoung squeal in horror.

In instinct, Jisoo immediately turned off the TV and faced her girlfriend who's already crying. She opened her mouth, about to say something when Chaeyoung rose up from her seat, and made her way to the stairs leaving Jisoo alone, stunned on their couch.

Blinking for a moment, Jisoo was back on herself though she's not really sure what had happened. She rises up from her seat, immediately following Chaeyoung in her personal room.

When she reached the strawberry's room, Chaeyoung was already lying on the bed, burying her head on the pillow as she sobbed softly. Jisoo, who got worried, slowly approached her girlfriend. She starts to pat the strawberry blonde's back and before she knew it, the two of them were engulfed in silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm so dramatic..." Chaeyoung murmured, her voice muffled on the pillow.

Jisoo smiles, "You're not dramatic, Chae," She says, "You're just scared."

Chaeyoung shakes her head, her face still buried in the pillow, "I'm so annoying." She says, taking a peek over her shoulder, and Jisoo's saw how Chaeyoung's lips were turning to quivering pout.

She frowned, "You're not annoying, babe." She retorted.

"I am,"

"Okay. Listen," Jisoo takes a deep breath, "Trust me, you don't want me creating an online presentation to convince you that you're not annoying." Jisoo softly laughed at her joke, but she's seriously going to do it, "But seriously, Chaeyoung. You're not annoying, okay?" She assured Chaeyoung.

There was no response coming from the strawberry blonde and Jisoo only stayed silent. Waiting for the strawberry blonde patiently on the floor with her legs crossed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't be the girl who you want to enjoy horror movies with... I've tried to be tough, but I just couldn't..." Chaeyoung whispered, sitting up from her position and started to wipe her own tears stain on her cheeks.

Jisoo smiles softly, taking Chaeyoung's hands on hers, "Chaeyoung," She calls out, planting small kisses on the strawberry blonde's hand, "You're such an idiot, Chae... You don't have to do that. You don't have to force yourself to watch horror movies just to impress me," Jisoo said, "I don't know if you know this, but you've always made me impressed with little things about you silently." She paused, looking up meeting with the strawberry blonde's eyes.

"So don't pull that scheme again, okay? You're making me worry about you, silly." Jisoo softly chuckles, "Now, let's watch tangled and ignore that crappy movie Lisa recommended to you,"

"After that, could we watch some documentaries too?"

"Of course, Chae." Jisoo laughs.

Chaeyoung has this small obsession when it comes to netflix documentaries, so of course, she'll watch it with the chipmunk, although there are times it would become boring. She doesn’t mind, as long as she’s with Chaeyoung.

Noticing the small sound created by the raindrop when it collided with the window. Jisoo turns her gaze at it. Looks like she couldn't go home to her dorm at this moment.

"It's starting to rain hard," She says.

"It is," Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glued at Jisoo's side profile.

What did she do in her past life to deserve an angel like Jisoo?

At this moment, Chaeyoung wanted to thank the Gods for giving her this angel in disguise.

Jisoo was so beautiful, starting from her hair that is streaming down like how the waterfall streamed naturally, her eyelashes, her eyes, her plump lips that are slightly parted, her ears and her voice.

Everything about her was so beautiful.

"Jisoo."

Feeling so overwhelmed, in a beat, Chaeyoung crawled her way to Jisoo's arms. Feeling the brunette's beating heart and the brunette's warm embrace, protective arms around her.

"You're so warm..." Closing her eyes as Chaeyoung snuggled closer. Jisoo hummed in response, letting Chaeyoung hear her beating heart that is beating erratically from the contact.

All of a sudden, Jisoo flipped the switch, and this time, before Chaeyoung could know. Jisoo has pushed her slightly and Jisoo's head is now positioning itself on Chaeyoung's chest. Hearing the strawberry blonde's heart beating erratically.

It was the same as her. Both of their hearts were beating erratically in the same rhythm.

"You're warm too..." Chaeyoung smiles softly, wrapping her arms around the brunette.

Jisoo looked up, meeting the eyes of the strawberry who's looking the same way as her.

Jisoo couldn't help, but to feel overwhelmed by that gaze, so with a smile, she leaned closer to capture the sweet plump lips with hers.

There is it again, the rush of helplessness that Chaeyoung feels whenever Jisoo kisses her with passion and love. Chaeyoung closes her eyes, savoring the moment she's feeling, it was soft at first, and then, before Chaeyoung knew, it was becoming swift. The intensity has made Chaeyoung cling her arms around Jisoo's neck as the only solid thing to hold in an alluring dizzy world.

For a moment, when she felt the brunette stopped. It was Chaeyoung's turn to take over and she couldn't help, but to grin between their kisses when Jisoo tried to fight off her. Their kiss was innocent at first, but the more they kissed, and sucked each other's tongue. The kiss was becoming more intense, but the passion and love was still present.

"Jisoo," She gasped, feeling the warm hands of her lover beneath her pink top pyjamas.

Breathing deeply, Jisoo bit her lower lip at the moan and continued to plant small kisses on the strawberry's neck, trailing it down to her chest down to her stomach.

"Jisoo," She whispered, this time laced with neediness.

Holding her lover's cheek, she pulled Jisoo to hers and kissed the brunette deeply. Jisoo was so consumed, she was so consumed to the point that she didn't notice Chaeyoung had flipped the switch between them.

Jisoo groaned, feeling the strawberry on top of her. Chaeyoung was flashing a smirk at her lover, slowly unbuttoning her top pyjamas. Jisoo's eyes have remained glued at God's greatest creation that is in front of her and before Jisoo could stare furthermore.

Chaeyoung kissed her, it was slow and gentle, but she was sure it was filled with sincere love, and care.

Jisoo groaned, feeling Chaeyoung's hands knotting her fist on her shirt, pulling her harder against her. Jisoo groaned softly, on her throat, and then her arms circled her, gathering her against her, and they rolled on the floor, tangled together, and still kissing.

"You're so beautiful, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, leaning closer, specifically on Chaeyoung's ear, "Very." She repeats as she softly sets aside the bra and takes one of Chaeyoung's nipples on her mouth and softly sucks it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, shivering, and feeling her legs are starting to turn jelly.

"Let me hear you, Chae..."

Jisoo's hands were not stopping. It was so hot, consuming, and Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to look down and meet her lover's eyes whose eyes never left her.

Despite the hair sticking, because of the sweats, Jisoo didn't let that bother her. Instead, she kept her pace right and took it between her thumb and forefinger and tugs and twisted it gently.

"Ah, Jisoo!" She groans.

Jisoo didn't stop, and continued slowly, leisurely. Chaeyoung was groaning and her moans were the only thing that echoed in her room.

"Jisoo, please..." She whispered.

"Please what?"

Chaeyoung whines, "You know where."

Jisoo smiles for a second before distancing herself away from Chaeyoung. Immediately feeling the lack of warmth when her lover distanced herself, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but whine, but at the same time gulp at the sight.

Jisoo was dragging her shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere nearby around them and unhooked her own bra. She then hooks her thumbs into her pyjama pants and gently pulls them and her panties down her legs.

"Felt so hot there, baby." She says, leaning closer once again to imprisoned Chaeyoung's lips with hers. As Jisoo's lips were distracting Chaeyoung, the brunette's hands were slowly pulling the pants down and hooked her thumb on the strawberry blonde's panties, she gently pulls them down her legs, and stopped making Chaeyoung's breath hitched.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Stop being a tease, Jisoo." Chaeyoung hissed, impatient, and Jisoo chuckled in response.

Chaeyoung knew Jisoo was testing her, she was teasing her, and it would be a lie if she says she wasn't aroused by it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, a little bit embarrassed, but quickly pointed at the apex of her thighs, and of course, Chaeyoung wouldn't miss that wicked grin that is plastered on Jisoo's lips.

"Naughty," Jisoo chuckles.

Then Jisoo kisses her, unleashing her tongue, her joy-ravishing expert tongue. Chaeyoung groaned and fisted her hand into the brunette's hair. She doesn't stop, her tongue circling on her clitoris.

God, she felt like she's in cloud-nine. It's so overwhelming and driving her crazy.

"Jisoo, please," Chaeyoung cried out. Not wanting to stand up as she doesn't have the strength to do so.

"Please what, Chaeyoung?"

"Make love to me."

"I am making love to you, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, grinning slightly.

Sudden boldness forming inside of the strawberry, she shook her head, "No, not that... baby... I want you inside me."

The magnificent, sweet torture was still present and Chaeyoung couldn't help but to release a soft moan.

"Come on, Jisoo,"

Jisoo stops, distancing herself for a minute, and Chaeyoung could see at the corner of the brunette's lips glistened with the evidence of her arousal.

Chaeyoung blushed.

"Be patient, Attorney Park." The brunette murmured, licking her lips altogether, and locked eyes with the strawberry who's looking at her with plead.

"Cute." Jisoo says, leaning closer once again, and starts trailing wet kisses from the strawberry's stomach to the apex of her thighs.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes, feeling the fullness, the elegant feeling of Jisoo's warmth, possession, and love. In instinct, she tilted her pelvis up to meet the brunette's pace, to join with Jisoo, groaning and moaning loudly. It was ecstasy, she was the definition of euphoria and when Jisoo eases her long fingers back and very slowly was what Chaeyoung drove crazy.

Shit, shit, and shit. She chanted those words on her head as she clinged her arms at the brunette's neck and played with her hair. Jisoo was slowly moving in her fingers and out again.

"Jisoo, faster... faster, please Jisoo." She mewled.

Jisoo gazed down at Chaeyoung's eyes in triumph and held the blonde's cheek with her other hand, and pulled her closer to kiss her hard. Chaeyoung moaned in her mouth, feeling the intensity getting faster and faster, but instead of two, Jisoo did three. Jisoo sets a pounding rhythm and Chaeyoung starts to quicken, her legs tensing on the brunette.

"Give it to me, Chaeyoung." She whispered in her ear.

Chaeyoung was feeling overwhelmed, rolling her eyes back, and finally, she exploded, magnificently, mind-numbingly, into million pieces around Jisoo, and Jisoo stopped.

Jisoo collapses on top of her, her head buried on Chaeyoung's neck. Chaeyoung closed her eyes, feeling fulfillment from their naughty activity, and feeling the warmth of her life. Both stayed like that for a couple of minutes, a couple of minutes in being each other's arms and peacefulness.

Chaeyoung opens her eyes when she feels her lover move slightly and gaze up into the face of the woman she loves. Jisoo's expression is soft, tender, and satisfied. The brunette leans closer, strokes her nose against Chaeyoung.

"I love you." She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde's lips and eases out herself on the blonde.

"I love you too, Jisoo."

And their day goes on like that. Both of them fell into deep slumber, side by side on Chaeyoung’s bed.

Jisoo was the first one to wake up, sober from what they’ve done a while ago. She planted a small note, saying she’ll leave, because both of them have classes later, on the nightstand table and leaned closer to plant a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde’s lips before making her way out of the Park’s residence.

When both of them were done preparing for their breakfast routine and readied themselves for their classes.

Chaeyoung wouldn't miss the satisfied smirk that is prominent on her girlfriend's face when she sees the blonde wearing turtleneck all of a sudden.

Jennie, who noticed the smirk on Jisoo's face, she flashed a smirk and nudged Jisoo on the waist.

"I see, you got laid there, huh." She teased.

Jisoo rolled her eyes, "Don't act like I also didn't catch you and Lisa sharing a bed together, naked underneath the blanket, Jen." She retorted with a teasing grin.

Jennie rolled her eyes and their day went from papers, to projects, to orals, and finally it was time to go home. Jisoo had managed to finish all of her tasks and now, she's stress free or at least that's what she thought.

She was supposed to go home together with Chaeyoung, stop by Chaeyoung's place perhaps for dinner, but Mr. Lee ruined it all.

"It's okay, Soo. You can just catch up with Alice and I, okay. We'll wait for you," Her girlfriend said, assuring the brunette who's pouting.

"Okay." Jisoo says, sighing as she starts to do what Mr. Lee told her to do.

It was around six o'clock when she was done with Mr. Lee's doings and since she was done, that means she's free to go now. Informing Mr. Lee that she finished the task. Jisoo grabbed her bag with her and proceeded to walk to the Park's residence.

After a couple of steps, finally, Jisoo arrived at the Park's residence.

Starting with a knock, there was a brief silence for a moment until Jisoo heard a click on the door.

It was Alice.

"Hey," Jisoo greets, walking inside, and starts to take off her shoes as the kid only gazes at her.

Moments later, Jisoo was done and Alice was only staring at her. Cocking her head in the side, blinking rapidly on the kid.

Alice pulled something out from her pocket and gaze it to Jisoo, "Here,"

"What's this?" Jisoo asks, bending down on her knees to level her face on Alice's height.

Alice smiled, "Your ring," She says, "You forgot it."

"Ah, really?" Jisoo says, taking the ring from her hand.

"Yeah," Alice replies, "I found it on my sister's doorframe yesterday."

"On the doorframe?" Jisoo repeats, trying to think when she dropped the ring yesterday.

"Are you guys always doing stuff like that?"

Jisoo freezes, widening her eyes slightly at Alice, and Alice only stared back at Jisoo with a smile that is hard to read.

A type of smile that Jisoo hasn't seen before.

"Alice, is that Jisoo? Let her in." Chaeyoung's voice echoed and judging from where it came from. It looked like the blonde was still in the kitchen and Alice voluntarily opened the door.

"Not always," Jisoo whispered, her eyes still glued on Alice.

Alice stared at her before blinking and looking away slightly from Jisoo.

"Alice," Jisoo calls out, holding the kid's hand, "Are you... Are you worried that I'm going to steal your sister away from you?" She asks softly.

Alice wasn't still responding, but Jisoo could see the kid was holding her tears back with a quivering pout.

There was a brief silence between the two and unknown to them. Chaeyoung was on the side, silently listening to their conversation. Her face is unreadable.

"I won't, Alice." Jisoo replied, "She's your big sister." She smiles.

"What about you?" Alice asks.

"Of course, I'm also your big sister." Jisoo chuckles, taking Alice softly on her embrace.

"I promise I won't take your "Big Sister"," Jisoo assured, patting the kid's back as Alice sobbed quietly on Jisoo's shoulders.

"But can I have "Chaeyoung"?"

There was a brief silence between them until Alice spoke.

"Okay..." She says.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes with a smile on her lips.

#fluff #chaeyoung #park chaeyoung #kimjisoo #jenlisa #jenniekim #lalisamanoban #slightdomestic #smut #chaesoo

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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Could you do an Indruck (or OT4 because you got me into the whole pairing :) ) NSFW ghost prompt? Go nuts, I just love your writing and I trust your creative vision.

Here you go! I went with the OT4. And I’m so glad you like that pairing!

The kitchen box is half-unpacked when there’s a knock on the door. Duck figures it’s the take-out he ordered, so he’s surprised to see a tall guy in nice jeans and short-sleeved dress shirt decorated with Jackalopes. Unless the Thai place uses male supermodels as delivery boys, this isn’t his Pad Thai.

“Uh, hey, what can I do for you?”

“I’m your downstairs neighbor, so I wanted to come up and introduce myself. I hope I’m not interrupting dinner.”

“Nope, still waitin on it. Nice to meet you, name’s Duck.” He holds out his hand and Mr. Gorgeous shakes it.

“Joseph. Oh, um, here” he produces a small greeting card with a sea monster on it, “welcome to the neighborhood.” His pocket rings, and so he excuses himself, hurrying down the stairs with his phone to his ear. The card contains a gift certificate to the coffee shop on the corner.

They don’t cross paths again right away. It’s more that Duck will move Joe’s packages into the main hall rather than leave them on a rainy porch, and Joe delivers Pinecone the cat back to him after she slips out the door and down the stairs while Duck wrestles his keys.

As it warms up, they use the pool around the same time each day (which is how Duck learns Joe’s had top surgery, same as him), and start talking more in the lobby when they see each other. He learns Joseph works for the FBI in the UP, the agreement being he can make X-files jokes as long as Joe gets to make Smokey the Bear references in return. The way Joseph laughs, water streaming down his honest-to-god defined abs as he pulls himself onto the edge of the pool, makes Duck glad he’s never seen a boyfriend coming or going from the other mans apartment.

Tonight, he’s done helping Joe get all his groceries up the stairs in one go, and decides to go for it.

“Hey, uh, Joe? You doin’ anythin tomorrow night?”

“No.” He studies Duck’s body language and gives an encouraging smile.

“In that case; wanna get dinner?”

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“I think this building is haunted.”

Duck, head still resting on Joe’s chest after jacking him off as thanks for an excellent blowjob, laughs, “That’s some interestin pillow talk you got there.”

“Are you that surprised?”

“No, you fuckin nerd.” He nips his collarbone, shifting so they’re each on their sides, facing one another, “for real though, why do you think we got ghosts runnin’ around?”

“At first I thought I was imagining it, or that I felt like I was being watched because the cases studies I was reading put the suggestion in my head. Then things started moving around the apartment, and now and then I swear I hear people whispering. I tracked the sound one day and it was coming from the wall that looks out onto the street. No one was down there, and if it were the result of an echo or strange acoustics, I’d notice it more.”

“Huh.” Duck pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Still, I’m not ready to say for certain that it’s haunted. That kind of thing requires concrete evidence that I just don’t have. Sorry, shouldn’t talk shop when I have a, um, guest.” He wiggles back into Duck’s space, kissing him gently, and Duck forgets what they were talking about.

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He knows Ouija Boards are a dodgy investigation tool at the best of times, but today he came home to find all his laundry folded when he had, much to his chagrin, had to leave it in the bag in a rush to get to work.

No one has a key to his place. Which means whoever did that had another way in.

He clears his throat, “If there is a ghost or other supernatural entity in the apartment with me, I wanted to say thank you for putting my clothes away.”

Nothing but his own creeping humiliation, then a slight chill across his face. The planchette moves

U.R. W.E.L.C.O.M.E

“HAH!” He whoops, “I was right! My apartment is haunted. Okay, um, spirit, do you have a name?”

B.A.R.C.L.A.Y

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Barclay. You’ve been spending a lot of time around me.”

Y.E.A.H S.O.R.R.Y

“You don’t need to apologize, I don’t mind it. You’re not malevolent, and if this was your apartment when you died, I can’t very well get mad at you for hanging around. Are you able to become visible?”

YES

“Is there, um, a reason you’ve never materialized around me?”

D.I.D.N.T W.A.N.T T.O S.C.A.R.E Y.O.U

“You won’t, I’m a professional. And I’m curious about the person I’m sharing my home with.”

The planchette trembles, unsure of it’s direction at first.

S.H.Y

That explanation never occurred to him.

“That’s alright. If you ever change your mind, know you don’t have to hide on my behalf.”

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“Barclay, even I can tell that was an invitation to interact with him. What more are you waiting for?” Indrid cocks his head.

“Maybe he’s just trying to appease me because he’s scared of ghosts?”

“Those ‘paranormal romances’ on his shelf suggest otherwise.” Indrid touches Barclay’s cheek. They’re in the wall, their shared nature meaning they can see, hear, and touch each other without trying, “dearest, you’re clearly fond of him, and he’s eager to meet you.”

Barclay’s beard scratches his palm, “Yeah, I know. I’m just...I like to take things slow and, uh, I guess this is no exception.”

Indrid chuckles, dryly adds “Yes, I recall how long after propositioning you it took for you to practically bang down my door.”

“Okay, hot little art punk who literally asked me if I wanted to see what his tongue piercing felt like on my dick is the exception.” He kisses Indrid’s cheek before drifting away.

Indrid floats up into his former apartment, now occupied by Duck Newton. He spends most of his days on the couch while Duck is off at work, watching T.V or reading or, increasingly, playing with Pinecone, the only being he’s materialized for in some time. He’s been content to never alert Duck to his existence, but yesterday he overheard him remaining skeptical at the idea of the building being haunted, much to Joseph’s disgruntlement. Indrid’s as well; Barclay isn’t the only one who finds Joseph attractive and charming.

So he thinks Duck deserves some low-stakes haunting of his own.

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Duck’s having a hell of a week. The hinges on his cabinets must be going, because they keep falling open, his router keeps getting unplugged (probably by Pinecone), and no matter how he insulates, there’s a chill in the living room.

Worst off all, when he pulled the fridge away from the wall to see if it was to blame for the cold spot, it revealed a hole into the wall that is just big enough for Pinecone to get into. Which she did, last night, and will not come out no matter what he tries.

When he walks into the living room after work, his brain stalls out. The good news is, Pinecone is no longer in the wall.

The bad news is she’s floating at a fixed point four feet about the floor.

His cat notices him, mrrps, and lands on the floor. All Joe’s talk of ghosts suddenly feels very real and points at one conclusion.

“Holy shit” he picks up the black and brown ball of fluff, “my cat’s fuckin’ possessed.”

“Not quite” the voice in his ear is quiet, lilting.

“JESUSFUCK.” He spins to face an invisible interloper, Pinecone firmly in his arms.

A smile, and only a smile, appears a fear inches above his eyeline, “Do you still doubt the building is haunted?”

“Wh--motherfucker, you’re Joe’s ghost and you decided to talk to me? To what, make a point?”

“Yes and no. Yes in that I wanted you to stop doubting my existence. No in that Barclay is the former resident of Josephs’ dwelling. I am a former resident of this one.”

The implications of there being a ghost dedicated to his apartment hit him like a train, “Have you just been hangin around me since I moved in, watchin my every move?”

The smile wavers, “Nono, nothing so alarming. I usually come here when you’re at work, or spend time with Barclay in the spaces between walls and worlds. That’s, ah, not to say I haven’t been in the armchair while you were watching T.V on the couch, but in my defense you have very interesting taste in documentaries.” The ghost notices Duck’s alarm, and the smile fades from view, “I apologize. It was rude of me to be in your space without permission. Space is a much more malleable thing when you’re a ghost, but that is no excuse.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s fuckin creepy.”

Pinecone jumps from his grasp, winds herself in a circle around what must be ghostly legs.

“But uh, my cat likes you. And she can be skittish. I, uh, worry about her gettin lonely on days when I work late. So you can hang around when I’m out. But other’n that we gotta play by vampire rules; you don’t come into my space unless invited. Deal?”

The smile flickers back into view, “Deal.”

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Joseph, all too aware of his own perfectionist nature, tries to avoid jealousy. It only ever serves to poison him against others and his own fragile inner being.

But lord almighty is he jealous that Duck got a verbal, physical visit from his specter, Indrid, while Barclay doesn’t so much as whisper in Joseph’s vicinity. It had been hard to be envious in the moment, because he was too excited by the news, to the point that he climbed into Ducks lap and started kissing him because all his adrenaline needed an outlet.

Then Duck had frozen, asking if he thought the ghosts would watch them hook-up. Joseph pointed out that Indrid had promised to only visit when invited and Barclay was polite, so odds were good they were truly alone. He kept the fact that Duck’s suggestion made him instantly hard to himself.

(Duck picked up on it anyway, if the jokes about Ghost and the supremely satisfying make-out session were anything to go by).

He’s making fried rice for dinner, is mid-way through chopping green onions when his phone buzzes. A glance over his shoulder reveals it’s not a work call or an emergency. Suddenly, something cold and strong grips his right hand and there is, without a doubt, a human frame pressed to his back. He can’t move his hand, follows the line of his knife and sees the next chop would have caught his finger.

“Barclay?”

“Yeah. Sorry I, uh, just didn’t want you cutting a finger off.” The hold on him disappears as that baritone drips down his spine.

Joseph turns just as Barclay comes into view; he’s taller than Joseph, a rare thing given he’s six-foot, with shaggy brown hair and a short, coppery beard. Full lips and brown eyes round out the face that is straight from Joseph’s fantasies.

“Wow. Um, I mean, thank you for saving me a trip to the emergency room.”

“No problem.”

Drawing on years of training, he tries to keep the other man talking, “Were you just passing through?”

“Kinda. This is gonna sound weird but, uh, I loved cooking when I was alive. Sometimes I like to be close by when you’re cooking so I can get some of the sensations again.”

Joseph steps to the side, gesturing to the cutting board, “Do you...want to help me make dinner? If you can interact with my body, you should be able to prepare veggies no problem.”

Barclay hesitantly steps to the counter, shakes his head when Joseph offers the knife, “I have to dematerialize first. Being visible and being solid take so much energy that I can only do one or the other.”

“Fascinating. Just, um, I hope I get to see your face again.”

Barclay disappears, and a half-second later an invisible hand squeezes his arm, “Think I can manage that.”

Barclay joins him for dinner regularly after that. Duck recovers fairly quickly to Joseph’s spectral assistant, especially when Barclay makes him french onion soup. Joseph suspects Duck is also getting used to ghosts in general, since more than once he’s knocked on the door and walked in to find the ranger conversing with Indrid (though Indrid insists on remaining dematerialized).

Tonight it’s just him and Barclay, and Joseph is busy sticking his foot in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, that’s a rude question-”

Barclay chuckles, “Not really, it’s kinda the first thing everyone wants to know about ghosts, right? Why we’re here? Short answer is, uh” he sighs, “I had a heart condition but not the time or money to get it checked out. Fucking thing failed me one Sunday morning at that was it. Poor Indrid found me. We had a casual thing going and he had a key to my place. Came to check on me when he heard me hit the ground.”

“Oh Barclay, that sounds awful for you both.”

“Yeah, death isn’t my fave.” Barclay lays down, disappearing so his head can rest properly in Joseph’s lap. The agent feels around until he finds soft hair, petting it as Barclay continues his story.

“At first I thought my unfinished business might have to do with Indrid. But when he died pretty soon after, I kinda figured it was more that when I died, the direction I went was the ‘become a ghost’ one and not, like, the ‘rest in peace’ one.”

“Do you wish you could move on? Because I have access to a lot of classified occult information.”

The head under his hand turns, the direction of the motion suggesting Barclay is looking up at him, “Gotta be honest, lately being a ghost has gotten way more interesting.”

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It takes two drawers before Duck finds where he put the AAA batteries. The package is already open, and when he gets to the living room his Carbon Monoxide detector is floating, back removed as fresh batteries click into place.

“Damn, ‘Drid, the thing just started beepin about it’s low battery.”

“Such things cannot be delayed. Trust me.”

“....Oh fuck, is that what got you?”

The detector slips back onto it’s wall mount, “Yes. I, I was always so careful, trying to prepare for every possible disaster. When Barclay died I, ah, I found it harder to do daily tasks. One of those was replacing the batteries in this” a plastic tap, “the low-power beep kept bothering me, so I detached it, planning to fix it in the morning. Then the next morning, and the next, and so on. Well, I put it off one too many times. A mundane, pointless death if there ever was one.”

Duck sets the battery package on the table, opening his arms. Cold fingers cling to the back of his shirt as Indrid hugs him. Duck does his best to soothe the ghost, rocking them subtly in a way that works wonders on his living friends.

“Thank you” spectral eyelashes flutter against his neck as Indrid burrows against him. They say nothing else, staying in the embrace until Pinecone pads over and demands dinner.

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Duck just means to drop off the books he borrowed from Joe, finds the door unlocked and figures the other man is home, probably cooking or yelling at a bigfoot hunting show. When he doesn’t see him in the living room, he pokes his head down the hall.

It takes a moment for his brain to process what he’s seeing. By the time it does, he’s already backing out the door.

Okay, he just walked in on his sorta-boyfriend getting railed by a ghost, face buried against the bed, moaning while a cock he couldn’t see spread his ass open over and over again. That’s fine, that’s completely fine and not hot at all, he’s just taking his pants off in his living room for unrelated reasons.

“Ah, Duck?”

“Fuck!” He looks around, trying to work out where Indrid is and how much he can see.

The couch cushions shift, “I apologize, I thought you were out running errands.”

“S’okay” He pulls his hand out of his boxers, “I, uh, I was just, uh, tryin to, uh…”

The ghost waits patiently for him to come to the truth.

Duck sighs, slumps down on what he’s pretty sure is a free spot, “Walked in on Joe and Barclay.”

“I see. Does it bother you?”

“No. I, uh, kinda got the sense they were into each other, and we ain’t exclusive.”

The smile appears next to him, invisible fingers tracing up his arm “Does it do something else to you?”

“Indrid, please I already got the weirdest fuckin boner right now.”

“And I am offering to help. I know I often joke about sharing Barclay’s taste in men but…” a light, chilly kiss on his cheek, “I share Joseph’s as well. I would very much like the chance to show you what I mean.” The fingers and lips teasing his skin cease their touches; space to refuse that Duck appreciates.

“You know what? Fuck it” Duck works his pants the rest of the way off, throws his boxers after them, “get on your knees, sugar, and show me what you mean.”

“Ooh, I get a pet name!” Indrid claps, excited, rests his hands on Duck’s knees after he spreads them. Duck tracks his position by his smile, is unprepared for how strange it feels when it dives between his thighs. He’s used to Joe, all hot breath and enthusiastic precision. This is like the time an ex tried using an ice cube but way, way better, the chill heightening the sensations rather than numbing them.

It’s also teasing, and he grunts, tipping his hips up, “‘Drid, please.”

“Patience, sweetheart, I haven’t done anything like this in years, I intend to take my time.” A playful tongue drags up his dick.

“Sugar, I’ll let you do this every day for a week, figure out how to give a ghost a fuckin hand job, anythin, but if I don’t cum soon I’m gonna combust. So get that cute little mouth where it belongs and suck my dick.”

The smile sharpens, “Make me.”

He threads his fingers into Indrid’s hair, shoving him forward. The ghost moans, tongue working across his folds in rapid swipes. Curious, he tugs on the soft strands and a messy purr vibrates up his dick.

“Someone like it rough?”

He feels the responding nod. Tightens his grip, “Then fuckin suck it like I told you too, sugar.”

Cold lips envelope his dick, Indrid moaning as he sucks. One hand rubs what his mouth can’t attend to, but the other leaves Duck’s knee right before Indrid’s whimpers grow shorter.

“That’s it, get off while I fuck your face, fuck, Joe’s really onto somethin with this paranormal shit, you’re so good sugar, fuckme that’s good. C’mon” he jerks his hips, orgasm building mercifully fast, “make me cum, like that, right fuckin there ohfuck.” He cums, feet scuffing on the rug. Indrid’s moan turns to a gasp as he pulls away, cum making a damp spot on the ground.

Duck pets his hair, “Sure showed me.”

Indrid snickers, turns to press his face to kiss his palm.

“‘Drid? You, uh, you don’t have to, but could I see you? All of you?”

His hands cradle air as a man forms before him; lanky and bony, hair dyed silver with black roots showing, pierced ears and lip, tattoos coating the arms that stick out from a white tank-top. He bites his lip, awaiting judgement as Duck sinks off the couch to sit with him.

“Not gonna lie, sugar, mighty peeved you kept usin my pens and didn’t even let me see this face everyday as payment.”

Indrid blinks, then laughs, loud and relieved, “I’m glad you approve; I am not everyone’s type.”

“Sure as hell are mine.” Duck puts his hand through his knee, frowns, “wish I could hold you and see you at the same time. Be that as it may, know you’re always runnin cold. You, uh, wanna join me for a little afternoon nap?”

“Of course” he fades away, and takes Ducks’ hand.

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Duck’s never seen Joe this excited which, given that they went to a “Cryptids in Film” exhibit last weekend, is saying something.

“Ready?” His boyfriend tightens the strap-on harness, sporting Duck’s favorite of his dicks.

“You know it, darlin.”

Joe climbs onto the bed, makes a suave roll onto his back and pats his thighs, “Then come here. I want to see as much of you as possible while I fuck you.”

“You’re the boss, handsome.” He sinks down with a groan, slowly rocking his hips to get warmed up.

Joe gropes his ass, growling, “Lord, look at this. Your ass is incredible, Duck, just like the rest of you.”

He dips down to kiss him in reply, messing up that dark hair and leaving a hickey on his collarbone. A chill runs up his spine and he shudders; two days ago, after the two ghosts and two humans hashed out who was dating who and what that meant, Joe admitted to a fantasy in which he and Duck were rudely interrupted by two horny paranormal entities.

Duck kisses the corner of his mouth, grinds down with a whine, “c’mon Joe, know you can go harder than that.”

“The angle isn’t to my advantage.”

“Well then” purrs a voice from their right, “let’s remedy that.”

Duck’s pulled sideways, the momentum enough to reverse their positions and pop the toy loose.

“Now, pet, you are going to start fucking him again, and I’m going to fuck you to insure the pace is the perfect one for my dear Duck.”

The strap-on slides back in, Duck arching when it does. Joe’s hips snap forward, propelled by something other than the strength of his muscles.

“AHlord, Indrid, yes. Is, is that good?” His blue eyes focus on Duck, who pulls him down into a kiss, panting as Indrid uses Joe to fuck him hard and fast. Then Joe’s head whips up and sideways, an invisible cock forcing it’s way into his mouth to muffle his moans.

“Fuck, that’s it babe, get me hard so I can fuck you when Indrid’s had his fill.”

“That may take some time. Never fear, I have other plans for my pet.”

Joe squeaks, and Duck watches the muscles of his ass flex in new ways as black silicone appears and retreats from view over and over. From under him, Duck has a singularly good view of his lips stretching to accommodate Barclay, who’s busy demanding he look him in the eye when he takes his cock. He runs a loving hand up Joe’s chest, strokes the cheek not bulging with the head of a thick cock.

“Fuck that’s hot.” His body agrees, but in spite of his boyfriends’ joint efforts and the obscene view making him wetter by the second, his orgasm eludes him.

“J-joe, ‘Drid, please I, I’m real fuckin close but I need more pressure or, fuck, or friction or somethingfuck, hell fuckin yeah that’s it.” He pumps his hips, Barclay having freed Joe to bury his face in Ducks’ neck and put strip of the harness holding the toy where Duck can rub off on it.

“That’s it, like that Joe, ‘Drid, fuckfuckfuckfuck” He gasps, eyes rolling back in his head as the orgasm shoots through him. It’s perfect, made more so by the knowledge that Indrid will let him bask in the aftershocks.

Joe, however, is in for something very different. Duck is still getting his vision back when the harness takes an unceremonious flight off the bed. As he sits up, the plug takes the same journey, and he knows Joe will insist on cleaning it even more thoroughly than usual now that it’s been on the rug.

His boyfriend is on his knees, lowering with incremental bursts of effort and jerks of his hips. When he stops with a moan, it looks as though his ass is hovering in mid-air. Phantom indentations press into his hips.

“Very good pet” Indrid’s voice is turning breathy, “no, lean back so Barclay can fuck you raw while I make short work of this tight” Joe jolts up as Indrid bucks his hips, “little” another jolt, “ass” a final jolt before Joe tips backwards, opening his legs.

Duck watches, mesmerized, as Joe is spread open, feet lifting off the blanket as more indents appear beneath his knees. The agent, usually so articulate, does nothing but moan at the invisible intrusion.

“Fuckin-A, I’ll never get tired of this babe, you’re fucking dripping for me and it’s so fucking hot, how much of a fucking needy, dirty guy you are.”

Joe reaches one hand forward, trying to run his fingers up Barclay’s chest. The other extends towards Duck, and the ranger crawls so he can take it, kissing it as the indents of Indrid’s arms wrap around Joe’s lower belly.

“I’d hold tight, dearest.”

“Why-”

Duck’s answer comes in the form of a yelp from Joe. To anyone else, it would look like the agent is trying and failing to wrestle the air. His back arches, making every sinful line of his body tense, while his hands claw at the bed and Duck’s arm and his legs bounce uselessly in the air.

Duck peers around, careful not to bonk his head into Barclay. From here Joe is on full display, both holes stretching and twitching to take what they’re given. He wishes it was easier for him to get hard again; all he can think about is sitting on Joe’s face while the others fuck him like this, catch this sobbing moans in his skin while he’s reduced to nothing but a plaything for the paranormal.

“Damn, darlin, you’re takin it like a champ. Maybe next time I’ll film it for ya, so you can see how fuckin hot you look getting fucked to pieces on some ghost dick.”

A louder sob of pleasure, and as he goes to soothe him with kisses Barclay grunts, “Don’t you fucking pull away, don’t care if you just came you’re fucking taking it all.”

“Do hurry up with him, Barclay. Ah, perfect, thank you.” With that, the forces bouncing Joe in the air come only from beneath him, Indrid pumping mercilessly into his ass and punching little “ah, aah, ahnns” out of him. He’s so blissed out that Duck can’t help himself, steadies his face in his hands so he can kiss him while Indrid cums with a high cry.

There’s an “oof” as Indrid rolls Joe’s head into Duck’s lap. A hand turns Duck by his chin so he can get a kiss before Indrid becomes visible. Barclay appears at Joe’s feet, does his best to lay parallel to him and then disappears.

“You always did like to spoon immediately after.” Indrid says fondly, drifting to sit beside Duck.

“Mhmmm” comes the rumbly reply.

“You okay, darlin?” Duck brushes the hair from Joe’s face as blue eyes flutter open.

“Never better. Oh!” He sits up abruptly, Duck is more used to his boyfriend’s post-orgasm bursts of inspiration than the other two and thus doesn’t jump in surprise, “I found a potentially useful book at work the other day…”

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“So, uh, how long do we have?” Barclay brushes lint from his shirt, stepping outside the chalk pattern on the floor somewhat hesitantly.

“As long as the candle burns. Which is why I bought one that can stay lit for at least ten hours.” He offers his hand and his fully visible, touchable boyfriend takes it. Indrid, having more trust in occult processes, practically leapt over the chalk a moment ago to kiss him and Duck. Joseph draws Barclay into his arms, “which is all to say: we have plenty of time for date night.”

#OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #reader requests #monster march #ghost AU #Indruck #sternclay #agent stern/barclay/indrid cold/Duck newton #duck newton/agent stern #indrid cold/agent stern

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teamsarawatshusband · 4 years ago

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Word Of Honor - 1st watch insta thoughts - Episode 2

Here’s Episode 1

Okay, before I get started with the episode, thank you so much for your likes and kind words and explanations. Thanks @averageace for letting me know that ghosts aren't necessarily dead. And thanks @ pretty-much-obsessed for letting me know it's not xianxia but wuxia. K, no cultivators. Got it!

Oh, just for future reference: I love when you guys help me out in the comments with understanding stuff like this! As long as you don’t spoil the story, I'm super grateful for all the genre info and cultural insights <3

Anyway, here we go!

Episode 2:

Oooooh, it was smirky guy who stopped the whip. And everybody is watching. How embarrassing.

I kinda like purple girl. She's so feisty and sassy.

Ok, the kid wants to make friends with alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. He's in town to buy pastries for his mom, that's so cute. I need a shorter name for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Anyway, the kid gives him a bookmark like a key to where he lives. Alright.

So smirky guy really did recognize the fighting. Oh, Four Seasons Manor is a sect! Ok, ok. And that's their fighting style. Was smirky guy once a part of them? Still so mysterious.

The kids are singing about the 5 lakes. That seems to be important somehow.

K, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wants to hitch a boat ride. And the old man looks like the old guy who got the 7 nails last time, but he's probably not, i'm just bad with faces again.

Yooo, does alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy have so much silver? Yeah, I wouldn't trust him either, old man. Oh, smirky guy intervenes. And now the old boatman wants to do the ride.

Whoaaa, nice scenery with the water and the blossoms and the music. I wanna go there.

So, now he's at mirror lake manor. Was that the kid's place? I forgot.

Wow, that boatman is really something, shouting out his insults as alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is simply standing on the dock. Can't he be a bit nicer? LOOOOOL, yeah, so now he really dashed without paying, that's what you get for being rude.

But shame on tragic hero lord guy.You should always pay your debts. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Whoaaaaa, the blossom trees. I'm in love. Tragic hero lord guy flies over them in slo-mo.

And when it's not snowing, it's raining petals. Why is there a boat on dry land? Is that gonna be important?

Ooooh, fan fight! Must be smirky guy. Yusss! And now they're dancing.

Oh, and now smirky guy is being poetic. Dude, you sound like you’re crushing on him hard, man. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy isn't having any of it, lol.

There's two guys talking about war in the next scene. One of them is the dad and the other a son. Is that our kid from before? He seems older. I hate being bad with faces. Oh, he's not the kid. He's his older brother. And apparently there's one more brother even. I'm gonna get them all confused so much. Ugh

Tragic hero lord guy gets to stay in a woodshed. And likes it. I mean... whatever makes him happy, I guess.

Ooooh, back at the palace, I remember the helmets of the soldiers. And there's the guy who took tragic hero lord guy's job and... the other, like... boss guy. Maybe a king or an emperor. New at the job guy talks about... stuff. He's killed people. And seems proud of it. And now he's talking about a children's song. Oh wait, is that the song that alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy noticed earlier on? Oh, the song is connected to the glazed armor. Got it.

Ooooh, they sent a spy after tragic hero lord guy. So that's why he went into hiding.

Back in the woodshed, either the alcohol was bad, or tragic hero lord guy is having issues with the nails thing. His veins are moving and it looks disgusting tbh. And he's kinda... fuming. Literally. Looks like he's got a bad smell. And now he's... trying to meditate the smell away?

Oh, there's a fire outside.

Why?

Oh no, it's the red guys with the masks again. They're killing people.

Ooooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps into the fight, alright. OMG, I LOVE THAT TREE IN THE BACKGROUND!!! It's so pretty.

I want it.

Somebody is trying to sneak a kid out. Possibly our kid. Not sure. And the red guys are following them. Hmm.

Oh, a bird. Tragic hero lord guy calls it a sparrow and a spy from the window of heaven, which... okay, but it's definitely NOT a sparrow. Maybe it's just a not so good translation.

Aww man, and now my tree's on fire! :(((( Why can I never have nice things? :(

Now it's raining yellow paper thingies. They kinda look like those smiley potato chips thingies that you can get in the freezer section at the supermarket.

Oh, they're weapons from the red guys. And the guy who's trying to sneak the kid out... is that the boatman?

Oooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps in. If that WAS the boatman, then he's getting paid alright. Heh.

Ok, wth? Swords are not supposed to be that bendy. That does not look like a good sword. How are you gonna stab anybody with a wobbly, shaky weapon like that?

And smirky guy is sitting on the window sill watching the situation unfold like a supermodel waiting to be called onto the runway. Instead of... like... HELPING?! Wth?

And he's an alcoholic too? Hmm

K, that was a short stay, they're back on the boat

Eww, the red guys cut of somebody's arm. Wait, is that the dad from before? And the others are... the kid's brothers? Maybe? Oh, whoever they are, they're supposed to have the glazed armor, and the red masked guys want it. And they're gonna kill them all? That's brutal, man.

But if they ARE the kid’s brothers and they’re about to die, then at least I won’t get them confused, so there’s a plus side.

Anway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy, the boatman and the kid are in some dusty place. And the boatman is savage as fuck. He wants his money, lol. I like him.

Oh no, so much information. I'm so bad at this. So the kid is supposed to hide at 5 lakes, but doesn't want to. And somebody saved somebody, I have no idea. I wanna know if alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is gonna go meditate again, because it looks like he wants to.

And now the potato smileys are flying in again. Great. I'm never gonna unsee the potato thing now.

Anyway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy who seriously NEEDS A NAME(!!!) is getting smelly again. And the kid wants to defend them all and instantly drops the sword. That does not look good.

So many red masked guys.

LOL, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy needs 15 minutes. To smell better, maybe.

Wow, the old boatman is a good fighter, but he stands no chance. Are he and the kid really the ones supposed to fight, while tragic hero guy is being smelly and smirky guy is still chilling who knows where?

See the stinky fumes?

Whoa the kid is willing to sacrifice himself for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Who is just as surprised as me. And if it weren't for somebody intervening, they'd both be dead. Who is it?

Yooooooooo, purple girl coming in to the rescue. Of course. Need a job well done, leave it to the woman.

Wow, she's so badass. And the kid and the boatman are helping too. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy went back to meditating.

:O There were two nuts!!! I saw them!!! Is nuts guy one of the red masked guys?

Oh, NOW alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is starting to fight. Probably smelled the nuts and got into it.

LOL, wth? Now that he's done fighting, he faints? And THAT's when smirky guy shows up? To catch him? And alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wakes up again instantly to fight.

Lololol, wth? Smirky guy is like "Heh, you cute, let me wrap your sword around us." ;)

Maybe the wobbly bendy sword is a flirting technique and actually does serve a purpose.

He has really long fingers too.

Just saying.

Aww, would have been a cute moment if the boatman weren't deadly hit. And now he's smelly too. Wait, do smelly fumes mean doomed to die?

Ohh, he's gonna make him adopt the kid, isn't he?

Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy drops a name, and says he's Zhou Xu. Is that his real name? Feels like smirky guy would probably recognize him if he gave his real name. But also maybe not. I know nothing. And smirky guy is mysterious as fuck. But I’ll take the name,because it’s shorter than the one I gave him.

Boatman is still a bit rude, threatening to curse Zhou Xu’s ancestors if he doesn't take care of the kid. Aren't they cursed already? Anyway, boatman can't know that.

Ok, old boatman has died and the kid is adopted. Cool, cool.

Oh, some fighter guys in nicely pleated skirts... who are they? Are they the guards of the manor? Are they there to help the kid? Whoever they are, they came too late and they set off fireworks.

Ok, smirky guy introduces himself. Wen Ke Xing. Oh boy, I hope I can remember that name.

Why is the kid dizzy? Did he get hurt?

Now they're discussing about the bread and nobody's willing to eat first while the kid is empty handed and very clearly hungry as hell. I feel so bad for him.

Why does smirky guy come across so snobby? I wanna like him.

Wow, they finally give the kid some food and now HE's refusing to eat it as well.

Purple girl is the only person actually getting fed tonight.

I mean, she deserves it. She fought the hardest.

Oooooh, smirky Wen Ke Xing guy is onto Zhou Xu lord guy. First stares him up and down while he's resting (lusting much?) and then flat out asks if he's in disguise.

Oh and the kid IS hurt. And smirky Ke Xing is the only one to realize too. He's redeeming himself. A little.

Zhou Xu lord guy doesn't want him to touch the kid though. Why?

Oooh, they're dancing again.

LOL, purple girl gets it. I saw that smile. I bet she's a shipper. What is the ship name? KeXu? ZhouXing? I literally had to scroll up and reread the names. We should just call them smirklord.

Okay, end of episode.

What did I learn? Names were dropped. Zhou Xu lord guy has adopted the kid. Smirky guy is called Wen Ke Xing. He comes across a bit shady and pretentious and also flirty. Very flirty. But Purple girl is cool, and she trusts him so he must be kinda cool too. Still don't know who they really are and what they want. Like any of them. So far, I like the kid and purple girl best. I hope they all travel together to bring the kid to... wherever he's supposed to go.

Goals for future episodes: Find out who nut guy is. Learn the freaking names reliably. Find out people's connections to each other.

#word of honor #1st watch insta thoughts #word of honor ep 02

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Ms. California - Chapter Two (Crygi) - Mik

AN: I have way too much free time on my hands and absolutely no drive to do my college coursework with everything that’s going on because of COVID-19, so here’s chapter two. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since it’s my first fic! :-) Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Crystal moves to Los Angeles from Missouri and meets GiGi Goode, captain of the varsity cheer squad. Queue the 1990s lesbian high school AU that absolutely nobody asked for.

Crystal elects to walk home after school, waving goodbye to Jackie and Jan as they drive past her on the sidewalk. She needs time to think; to think about what to say to GiGi, to think about what Jackie told her, to think about her own intentions. She wonders when she should call, and what she should do if someone other than GiGi picks up the phone. Calling immediately after arriving home would be too soon, Crystal decides. Calling between the hours of five and six wouldn’t work either, she thinks, because most people are eating dinner. So, she decides to call at seven. Crystal doesn’t understand why she’s overthinking this. It’s a phone call - it’s not like she’s never made a call to a friend’s house before.

But, Jackie did say that GiGi might have given Crystal her number on the premise of setting up a date. It all feels very overwhelming to Crystal; a few boys she considered friends were interested in her back home, and every time she found out about it, she would cease contact. Their interest made her uncomfortable, so why didn’t she feel like that about GiGi? Shouldn’t she feel the same level of discomfort towards the situation? Maybe it’s because Crystal doesn’t know for sure that GiGi is into her like that - GiGi could just want a friend in art class, but be too concerned with her self-image to hang out with Crystal at school. The strangest thing about the situation, however, is that even if it was a date, Crystal realizes she still wants to go hang out with GiGi. She tells herself it’s because she can always just say she didn’t know, and that she just wants to stay friends. That leads her back to square one: why doesn’t the idea of GiGi liking her make her uncomfortable?

She arrives home at three thirty. Both of her parents are still at work, so she pulls her house key out of her backpack and unlocks the door. She’s somewhat thankful that both of her parents are gone; as close as she is with them, she needs space to think. And aside from that, like most of the people from her hometown, her parents aren’t wildly accepting of gay people. Thankfully, there is one person she knows she can get her thoughts out to.

Crystal walks up the stairs and opens the door to her bedroom. It’s still filled with boxes yet to be unpacked, and her walls are a pasty yellow color; the previous inhabitant clearly didn’t have much of an eye for interior design. She knows she needs to unpack to make the room feel like home, but she hasn’t been able to bring herself to do much other than tack up a few pictures of her best friends to her wall and place her white bedspread - adorned with geometric shapes and squiggles - on her mattress.

She grabs the bright purple cordless phone her parents gifted her for her eighteenth birthday and flops down onto her bed. She begins dialing her best friend’s number. She has it memorized; she’s been calling her every day since she moved.

“Hello?” Crystal recognizes her best friend’s light, airy voice on the other side of the line.

“Hey, Heidi!” Crystal smiles.

“Hey, girl! How are you?”

“Good! Well, for the most part, I’m good. I miss you!” Crystal says.

“I miss you too! School sucks without you, there’s nobody to pass notes with in math anymore,” Heidi jokes.

“I wish I was back home,” Crystal mutters. “Everything is weird here and I feel so out of my element.”

“What’s going on, girl?” Heidi asks.

“Oh… I don’t know. You know Jackie, my friend from art that I told you about?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, she told me she has a girlfriend -”

“She has a girlfriend?! As in, she’s gay?!” Heidi interrupts.

“Yeah, but that’s not really the point, I mean, I don’t care about that. Anyways,” Crystal continues, “she was telling me about how her girlfriend is on the cheer team with GiGi, the one that helped me find my art class.”

“Okay, yeah…” Heidi says curiously.

“Well, GiGi is like, apparently not just into guys, she’s into girls.”

“Is that all?” Heidi asks.

“Well, no, not really…” Crystal trails off.

“What is it?”

“Uh, Jackie seems to think that GiGi thinks I asked her on a date,” Crystal explains.

“Seriously?! Did you?! Oh my lord!” Heidi exclaims.

“No, I definitely did not!” Crystal counters, defending herself. “I asked if she wanted to eat lunch with me, and she said no because she’s popular or whatever. But then, she was like, ‘We should hang out tomorrow, ask Jackie for my number’”, Crystal mimics GiGi’s somewhat monotone voice.

“And you did?”

“And I did,” Crystal confirms. “So now, I guess I might be going on a maybe-date with the head cheerleader tomorrow.”

“So, you’re gay now?” Heidi questions. Crystal knows that she doesn’t mean anything rude by it, but she can’t help but roll her eyes.

“No, I’m not. I just want to be her friend. I think she’s cool. She’s kind of an enigma - she’s this cold, popular cheer girl, she’s in advanced art, she dresses like a supermodel - and she looks like one - and she’s gay.”

“She sounds interesting,” Heidi comments.

“Right?! This is why I’m feeling perplexed. I don’t know for a fact that it’s a date, and I don’t think I’ll know if it is until it’s too late, but I really want to go. Like, even if it’s a date, I want to go and then just try to be friends?” Crystal says, unsure of herself.

“Okay, yeah, that’s… something.”

“Yep,” sighs Crystal. “You think I should go?”

“If you want to,” Heidi responds passively, “but girl, it sounds like you’re infatuated with her - you barely know her and you’re going on and on about her.”

“I’m not, I’m just… interested.”

“Whatever you say, Crys, whatever you say.”

Crystal hangs up the phone, somewhat frustrated with Heidi. She needed clarity, not more confusion. Was she infatuated with GiGi? No, infatuation implied some level of attraction, and Crystal was not attracted to girls.

Crystal feels like she’s trying to convince herself of something now. She’d said some variation of “I’m not gay” five times in less than three hours, both to herself and to other people.

Crystal tries to take her mind off of the situation by doing homework. That’s how she knows she’s stressed - she usually saves homework for six in the morning before she leaves for school. Procrastination is her modus operandi; now she’s just procrastinating on something else.

She’s writing an English essay in her living room when she hears her garage door open - her mom must be home. Crystal puts down her pencil and stands up from the table, ready to help her mom make dinner before her dad gets home.

“Hi mom!” Crystal greets her as she walks in the door.

“Hey sweetie,” her mom hugs her, “How was school today?

“It was fine,” Crystal says, “Nothing spectacular, but it was a good day!”

“Well, fine is better than bad!” Crystal’s mom shares her daughter’s positivity. “Ready to help with dinner?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Crystal grins, following her mom into the kitchen.

Crystal loves cooking - she’s not very good at it, but it’s fun. It’s always been her and her mom’s “thing”.

Tonight, they’re making chicken tacos and grilled veggies. Crystal is in charge of chopping up the carrots and bell peppers - a difficult task to complicate.

Crystal gets lost in her own thoughts as she chops and slices. She looks at her mother - a spitting image of herself. It’s like looking in a mirror that ages you twenty five years, Crystal thinks to herself. Her mom has the same long, dark, curly hair and thick eyebrows. They both have chocolate-brown eyes and the same goofy smile. They’re even the same height, both standing just above 5’5. They’re practically the same person - and Crystal is fine with that. Her mom is her favorite person, her best friend (though she’d never tell Heidi that), and her role model..

That’s why she decides to test the waters with the GiGi situation, struggling to push her thoughts about the younger girl out of her head.

“So,” Crystal begins, “I think I’m going to hang out with a friend tomorrow night.”

Her mom turns away from the stove, shifting to look at Crystal from across the small kitchen. “Oh honey, that’s wonderful! You’re making friends already!”

“Yeah, I am,” Crystal tentatively starts. “Well…”

“Well what?” her mom asks, sensing the hesitancy in her voice.

“I don’t know. I think the friend I’m hanging out with might think it’s a date, or something,” Crystal explains.

“A date!” her mom beams. “Is he cute? Do you like him?”

“Um…” Crystal pauses, unsure of what to say next. She could tell her GiGi is a girl - it would take three seconds. She plays the conversation in her head, and it doesn’t go well. “No, I don’t think so. Not like that at least. But as a friend, they’re fascinating.”

“Hm. Are you still going to hang out with him?”

“Yeah, I think so - I don’t know, what would you do?” she asks.

“I’d hang out with him,” her mom says decidedly as she spins back around to continue cooking the chicken.

“Yeah?” Crystal questions.

“I mean, your dad and I were friends before we fell in love,” Crystal can hear the smile in her mom’s voice. Crystal feigns a throwing up noise, eliciting a loud laugh from her mother. “How old are you again?”

Crystal giggles in response. “I don’t think it’s that kind of situation, mom. I don’t know.”

“Either way, honey, I don’t think it could hurt. Put your feelers out there! You might have a fun time as friends, or maybe,” she turns around again, and wiggles her eyebrows, “you’ll realize he’s Mr. Right.”

Crystal giggles and rolls her eyes at her mom.

They continue cooking, making small talk about her mom’s day at work - she’s an elementary school teacher - or what classes Crystal hates - calculus, physics, and economics. They finish cooking around six, and her dad arrives home almost immediately after.

“Hey dad,” Crystal smiles, greeting him with a hug.

“Hi,” he greets her as he moves to kiss her mom on the cheek. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” Crystal responds, “What about yours?”

“Same old, same old,” he shrugs. Crystal is close with her dad - not as close as she is with her mom, but close nonetheless. He’s quiet compared to the two women he lives with, but his silence is kind and warm.

“Crystal has a date!” her mom blurts, jokingly.

“Mom, oh my god!” Crystal groans. She looks at her dad with an annoyed expression. “It’s not a date. We’re hanging out - as friends.”

Her dad guffaws as Crystal sticks her tongue out at her mom, and lets out a snort when her mom sticks her tongue out back at her.

“Well, I’m hungry,” her dad claps his hands. “What’s for dinner?”

The family settles down shortly after, falling into a comfortable silence as they eat. The tacos, in Crystal’s opinion, are divine. The three of them all but shovel the food down.

“Dinner was amazing - thank you both,” Crystal’s dad stands, clearing the plates off of the table.

“It was all Crystal,” her mom jokes.

“Well, I’m on dish duty tonight,” her dad says. “Great,” Crystal says. “I need to make a phone call, like right now.” It’s nearing seven thirty, and if it gets to be too late, Crystal worries GiGi will think she forgot or won’t pick up because she’s busy.

“Calling your date, Crys?” her dad pokes fun at her affectionately.

“Maybe I am,” she turns and walks upstairs.

Crystal inhales and exhales ten times in a row, trying to calm her nerves as she paces around her crowded little room. She’s staring at the piece of paper she wrote down GiGi’s number on like it’s going to burst into flames at any given moment. She bites her bottom lip, inhales deeply once more, and picks up the phone. Her fingers clammily press into the keypad, slowly but surely. Crystal puts the phone to her ear, hearing the dial tone. The anticipation is killing her - she begins counting the seconds it takes for GiGi to answer.

She’s terrified.

One.

What if someone else picks up?

Two.

What if this is a huge joke?

Three.

Why would she even want to hang out with me?

Four.

Let alone date me…

Five.

Why do I want her to want this to be a date?

Six.

This is too much.

Seven.

“Hello?” GiGi’s voice rings through the line.

Crystal hangs up suddenly, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She curses herself silently - what was that about? She couldn’t call back now, and she definitely couldn’t count on hanging out with GiGi anymore after that move.

And then her phone rings.

“I GOT IT!” Crystal screams, hoping her parents don’t pick up the phone before she can collect herself. She lets it ring four times, and then picks up, still pacing.

“Hello?”

“Hi… Crystal?” GiGi asks.

Crystal nods her head before realizing GiGi can’t actually see her.

“Yep! It’s me, Crystal,” she stammers. She can feel her face turning bright red.

“How’s your night going?” GiGi asks, making small talk.

“Oh, good. I did homework and made dinner with my mom, nothing much. How’s yours?”

“Good,” GiGi says, “I just got home from cheer practice a few minutes ago.”

An image of GiGi wearing her cheer uniform - the little skirt and tight crop top - floods her mind. Her face heats up, and she tries to push the thought away.

“Good timing, I’m glad I didn’t call earlier” Crystal remarks. “How was cheer practice?”

“It was fun. Coach is cracking down on us pretty hard, but I guess that’s to be expected.”

The line goes silent. Crystal counts to herself again - the two remain speechless for fifteen seconds until Crystal finds her voice.

“So, Friday? Tomorrow?”

“What about Friday?” GiGi counters coyly.

Crystal takes the opportunity to make a joke.“Come on. Don’t play dumb, please,” she says the pharse in the same, high-pitched voice GiGi used earlier that afternoon.

“Very funny,” GiGi giggles. “But seriously, what about tomorrow?”

GiGi clearly wants Crystal to initiate the discussion and Crystal realizes that the cheerleader may be just as nervous as she is.

That thought calms her - kind of.

“Um, do you wanna hang out?” Crystal questions, her breath hitching in her throat.

GiGi takes a moment to respond - she says yes, resoundingly - and Crystal almost audibly sighs with relief.

“I can pick you up at five, if that works for you?” GiGi says.

“Yeah,” Crystal replies, thankful that the blonde can’t see what Crystal is sure is a huge, dorky smile on her face, “that sounds perfect.”

“Are you a fan of sushi?” GiGi asks.

“I’ve never had it,” Crystal admits.

“You’ve never had sushi?!” GiGi sounds shocked. “Well, that’s that, then! We’ll get sushi.”

“I can’t wait,” Crystal tries to keep the excitement in her voice to a minimum.

“See you tomorrow, Crystal.”

“Bye, GiGi!”

Crystal hangs up the phone, staring down at her hands. She should not have butterflies in her stomach right now - but there they are, fluttering around anyways, making Crystal feel like a hopeless mess.

Maybe she was infatuated with GiGi, afterall. But that didn’t make her gay or anything. She admires GiGi because she’s pretty, because she’s nice (sometimes), because she’s popular, because she has the body of a goddess…

Crystal exhales, falling face down onto her bed. “What am I doing?” she wonders aloud to herself.

Crystal thinks she’s answered her own question. It’s Friday morning and Crystal is waiting for Jackie and Jan to pick her up. She sits on her porch steps, pondering last night’s conversation with GiGi - more specifically, her feelings about said conversation.

She’s attracted to a girl.

She’s never even been attracted to a boy. How is that supposed to work? She feels completely and utterly lost. She doesn’t have any issues with gay people, but she admits to herself that being gay was a far-off, foreign concept; Crystal thought gay people were bad punch lines, characters in movies, lessons to learn from in church - they never actually existed.

Well, until she met Jackie. And Jan. And GiGi.

Crystal sees Jackie’s car - a red Volkswagen - pull up into her driveway. She stands up from the porch and makes her way over, opening the back door. The sound of Ani DiFranco and Jan fill her ears - Crystal finds out quickly that Jan’s a theatre kid, so she loves singing, and that Jackie is obsessed with any and all queer female musicians. The melody of voices that she’s hearing is the result.

“Hey guys!” Crystal says, smiling.

“Hey!” they say in unison, turning down the radio.

“So, I hear a certain someone was given the number of one of my squad sisters?” Jan raises her eyebrows expectantly at Crystal.

Crystal is shooting daggers into the back of Jackie’s head; she figured Jackie would tell Jan, but now she’s embarrassed.

“Yeah…” Crystal trails off.

“And? What happened?!” Jan exclaims. She’s excitable; Crystal would usually admire her exuberance, but right now, it’s overwhelming.

“We’re getting sushi tonight.”

“Oh, it’s a date-date,” Jan muses. “Jackie says you’re not into girls?”

“Um…” Crystal smacks her lips.

“What do you mean, “um”? You told me you weren’t gay yesterday!” Jackie jumps in.

“I don’t know… Guys, I really don’t know. This is so far out of my comfort zone,” Crystal explains, “I haven’t ever been interested in boys. I haven’t been interested in girls either, though - I guess because I didn’t think it was something I could do?” Crystal feels her stomach drop - she realizes there’s a very real possibility that she is, in fact, attracted to GiGi - that she’s not straight.

“Oh, Crystal,” Jan looks at her sympathetically, “I understand, I felt the same way when I met Jackie last year.”

“Yeah, and I felt the same way when I kissed a girl when I was ten,” Jackie half jokes.

Crystal wishes she could be as positive about this as Jan, or as self-assured as Jackie.

“I mean, I called her last night and hung up when she answered, and then she called back and it was like planes were taking off in my stomach. Fuck butterflies, it felt like I was going to explode for the whole conversation,” Crystal expresses her innermost thoughts to the couple, hoping for some kind of guidance.

“I know it doesn’t help much, but we’re here,” Jan assures her.

“It does help. It’s just weird, I think I’m going on a date - the first date I’ve ever been on - with a girl. With GiGi. It makes me nervous,” Crystal sighs.

“That’s normal!” Jackie and Jan respond in unison.

Crystal is suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude for the two - she’s known them both for less than five days, but she’s baring her soul and they’re being more compassionate than she would’ve ever asked for.

“Thank you both, so much,” Crystal says. “I really appreciate it. I have no idea why this is so hard for me.”

They ride the rest of the way to school with the music blasting, and Jackie makes a joke that if Crystal is going to be gay, she’s going to have to learn the lyrics to at least three Indigo Girls songs and every single Ani DiFranco song. It makes Crystal laugh, and she hums along to the music, feeling content.

The school day is a blur. Crystal steps out of the car, and Jackie and Jan both hug her, promising that she’ll be okay and telling her how much fun she’ll have with GiGi.

Jackie and Jan kiss quickly before they part ways, and Crystal and Jackie walk to class, where GiGi is already sitting in the front row - a welcomed surprise.

“Hey GiGi,” Crystal smiles, forcing her anxiety down. She has to pretend to be calm; she doesn’t want to scare the girl off.

“Hi!” GiGi grins at Crystal. “Hey, Jackie.”

Jackie looks up from a book she’s already buried her nose in and looks absolutely shocked. “Oh, um hey, Gi.”

“Crystal, I need to uh, grab your address,” GiGi hushes her voice, “for tonight.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Crystal agrees, reaching into her backpack for a piece of paper. She tears one out of her notebook, and scribbles down her address. For a split second, she considers drawing a little heart below it - her hands are faster than her thoughts, and she does it. She hands the paper over to GiGi, turning pink.

“Thanks,” GiGi smiles, stuffing the paper into the pocket of her jacket.

She looks amazing today - as she has every day that Crystal has seen her. She’s wearing a short, white dress, a washed out denim jacket, and a pair of strappy, light brown sandals. Her make-up is lighter than it has been before; her lips are painted a peachy pink color and she’s not wearing eyeshadow.

Crystal is thankful she decided to wear something other than her usual plaid pants and t-shirt; she’s wearing a black mini-skirt with a tight purple t-shirt and a pair of Doc Martens. Her curly hair hangs just below her shoulders.

Crystal can’t comprehend anything Ms. Velour says all class; she’s too busy stealing glances at GiGi and glaring at Jackie for making fun of her.

GiGi actually says goodbye to Crystal - and Jackie - before she’s out the door this time, and Jackie tells Crystal that GiGi was looking at her all class long, too.

Crystal blushes.

AP English flies by, Crystal nearly falls asleep in calculus, doodles her way through physics, and zones out during economics.

And then, the day is gone.

Jackie drives her home, leaving Jan behind for a rehearsal.

“Are you nervous?” Jackie asks.

“Is that even a question?” Crystal chuckles.

“You’ll be fine - she’s clearly pretty into you!”

“Yeah, I hope so,” Crystal remains hopeful.

They drive in silence, and when Jackie drops Crystal off, she hugs her again, reminding her that if she needs anything at all to call her or Jan.

Crystal nods, promising that she will. She waves at Jackie as the dark haired girl drives away, and walks up her porch.

It’s three thirty - she has an hour and a half.

She showers quickly, washing her hair with the shampoo that smells like lavender and honey. She dries off and stares into her closet, trying to piece together an outfit. She decides on a patterned dress - something she’d never usually elect to wear - and slips it on. It’s a cute dress; it’s mostly blue, but it’s checkered with red and black lines. The dress clings to her breasts and hips, to Crystal’s satisfaction. She decides to wear the same pair of boots she wore to school - Jackie did say that they were the gayest thing you could wear, minus a flannel. She brushes out her hair, knowing there’s no point in trying to style it - it’s thick and curly and won’t hold, no matter what she does.

She spends the next thirty minutes on her make-up. She applies a light layer of foundation, curls her eyelashes (and puts on mascara for an extra touch), brushes on a smidge of dark blue eyeshadow, and chooses to wear a sparkly, clear-pink lipgloss. She’s satisfied with her appearance, and makes her way to her room. She writes a note to her parents, reminding them that she’s going out and will be back later. As she places the note on the kitchen counter, the doorbell rings.

Crystal walks towards the door, and inhales shakily.

Here goes.

#rpdr fanfiction #crygi #gigi goode #crystal methyd #high school au #lesbian au #ms california #mik #concrit welcome #submission #s12

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rewatching-supernatural · 4 years ago

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s08e17

Meg 😏, Cas 💙, Crowley 🙄, Naomi 🤮, Samandriel 😭

*****

Castiel's about to kill Dean 😭

oh no

I forgot this episode

dammit

*****

they had to force Cas to kill hundreds of Dean to rewire his brain enough for him to do it without hesitating

*****

Dean why the FUCK would you go around opening weird magical objects???

ah he found porn, of course

*****

can we not fucking talk about Dean masturbating for once?

please?

*****

so the demon is looking for an orchard

by digging and looking for original maps

*****

ah, more demons

fighting fighting figh-- Castiel

*****

Castiel being used as a pawn in a game

still a much better story line than Cas going crazy and opening Purgatory smh

*****

Cas is being way too bad cop

*****

oh come on guys, it's SO OBVIOUS

Cas killed Samandriel and now this demon before they could talk

*****

Meg! 🥰

what's up with the hair?

*****

so the angels just freeze time so they can control Castiel's every word

*****

"And I still don't know who Clarence is" 😂

*****

Meg and Castiel had sex 🤷🏽‍♀️

*****

Dean called them Megstiel

*****

If they survive, they'll fuck again 😂

*****

Crowley's a bit angry

*****

I love Meg, legitimately

in this vessel tho

I love that she is so fucking badass, takes no shit, is unapologetically her, admits her fault while still knowing her worth, and honestly, she's so gorgeous

not in the "supermodel, yogourt commercial" kind of commercialized beauty

she's just a really beautiful real woman

*****

Sorry Meg, Sam didn't even look for Dean so nvm you 🙄😬

"Wait, that's how you spent your last year? With a chick?

Lame" 😂

*****

Meg is just looking for friends 😂

*****

It's weird watching this just waiting for the moment when Cas will turn and kill Dean

*****

Winner winner chicken dinner

*****

"Hand it to me and I will take it to Heaven."

...

"No."

*****

The moment when Dean understood just how fucked Castiel is

*****

Castiel is STILL arguing with Naomi

he still doesn't want to

he doesn't want to kill Dean

even after all of this

****

"Cas... Cas, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you..."

*****

"I won't hurt Dean."

*****

Look at Misha's acting I am mindblown

Jensen and Jared and Rachel too, of course, but we hadn't seen Castiel in so long

*****

"Come on you coward! Do it! Do it!"

"Cas, this isn't you. This isn't you."

*****

This is so painful

"We're family. We need you. I need you."

💙

"You have to choose Castiel. Us, or them."

💙

He chose the Winchesters.

He chose Dean.

*****

Meg's annoyed by --Hey you fucking piece of shit don't call my Meg a whore

*****

Megstiel confirmed again, by her calling Cas a unicorn

Meaning that Cas is to her what Amelia is to Sam

*****

"What broke the connection?"

He couldn't kill you, dear.

That's what happened.

*****

😭😭😭Meg

*****

Naomi and Crowley interacting is just a fucking awful scene

I mean, technically good, but it's like 😬😬😬 I am not enjoying this

Crowley just making deals over and over again

*****

Dean's just so fucking done with people LYING to him

always

*****

He quoted Lord of the Rings

*****

Goodbye Toby, it's been nice...

what do you mean, that's not the lyrics?

😂😉

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typicalmidnightsoul · 4 years ago

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24 for nessian prompts please, preferably with a happy ending. Hope you are doing well ❤️

Hope you’re doing well to anon! Hope you like this (yes it does have a happy ending)

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Prompt 24:

“Hello? I miss you”

Life was great.

Nesta now had an amazing life. She had friends who cared for her, game nights every Friday, she was recently prized as one of the most paid and wanted models in the world and she was getting an abundance of marriage proposals and her mother knowing her past heart-break was softly trying to promote the idea of an arranged marriage.

Life was great.

On the outside.

On the inside it was beautiful but there were days when Nesta couldn’t take it anymore. She had moved away from San Francisco and moved back to her family city, Milan. Her mother was the only person who could handle her, the only person who could keep her sisters and their friends away.

Her mother helped her. And she was grateful but when her mother suggested maybe considering dating or maybe looking at marriage proposals sent in from wealthy families she… she zoned out. It made her nauseous that her mother would think that she would let someone else touch her like he used to, that she would let someone hold her and fall asleep, someone who wasn’t him. But she collected herself and told her mom that she wanted to focus on her modelling career.

She hated how much Cassian had embedded himself in her life. She was in another city, another pent house, with other people and she still couldn’t stop thinking about all the beautiful moments they spent. The only thing that stopped her was the bitter memory of why she left San Francisco.

Her cousin Audrey and friend Luna was the one who handled her the most. Luna had gone to San Francisco and got her stuff, her books, and her…things. Then Luna had changed her number, her phone-no she’d just bought her a new phone…because Nesta wasn’t able to delete the pictures, remove the memories or…anything.

So she still had her old phone locked up in the bottom drawer of her dresser. Audrey had piled work on Nesta’s lap, making her forget all about San Francisco, she’d also gone to San Francisco and smoothed over relationships that were jagged from her disappearance. And now, all that was left to do was forget.

But she couldn’t and there lay her problems. She found herself staring at the bottom drawer way too many times.

Did he change? Or did she?

He made her choose, he made her choose over him and her career. He wanted to wake up next to her, he wanted to make her breakfast, he wanted a life together. But she was always travelling for her music videos, for her collections, for modelling, they got a few months together at the best. He wanted her closer to home and now? Now she had to go closer to his home. Literally.

Because Tarquin was making a new fashion line and he’d collaborated with her. The Ocean and Purity Collection.

They were really excited but now they had to take the pictures for the cover and Vogue wanted pictures and they’d decided to do it in fucking Arizona in Phoenix.

As she was about to board her families private jet her mum opened her duffel bag packing stuff in,

“I’ve made your coffee, and your salad make sure you-“

She picked up a phone with a clear cover with a polaroid tucked inside of a man and a woman hugging titled, “My love Cass.”

“What’s this?”

Nesta’s face blanched of colour, “I-I thought that I might need an extra phone if I-“

“Nesta I am your mother, don’t try and hide from me.” Adelaide put her hands on her shoulders, “Be safe, I love you.”

“I love you too.” She picked up her bag and headed out the door.

“Give me a call when you get there and remember to eat your food.”

“Will do.”

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Phoenix was beautiful.

The photo shoot went well but…

She eyed the phone in her bag. Maybe reliving some memories would get them out. She reached for it.

“Don’t even dare.”

She looked up at the person standing next to the door.

“Eris!!”

She hugged him tightly.

“It has been a long time since I’ve seen you. I should probably just move to Milan.”

“You should.” She pulled him to sit down on the couch slinging her feet on his lap.

“So…how are you?” He asked.

“As well as I can be.” She toyed with the ends of her robe.

“When you first met the Knight brothers what did I say?”

She chuckled, “They’re not the type of people to fuck around with, Nes.”

“And what did you do? Date my arch enemy.”

“Eris I am not in the mood for an ‘I told you so moment.’”

“But I will admit that he made you happier than I have ever seen you.” Nesta smiled at how much he cared for her.

“Am I right in thinking my mom sent you here.”

Eris looked at her, amber eyes boring into silver ones.

“Yes she did but not to stop you, she sent me for your own clarity.”

Nesta leaned on her fist, her satin robe shifting.

“Well then give me clarity oh wise one, what shall I do about that?”

“Are you asking the lawyer or the loyal friend?”

“The lawyer.”

“Well the lawyer would tell you to evaluate your choices, sort out your priorities. What do you want more?”

“And the loyal friend?”

“Is it worth it? Is he the worth it? Only do it if you know that he’s not going to hurt you. If you have an ounce of doubt don’t.”

Nesta put a fake smile on her face, “well good thing we’ll never find out if it’s worth it.”

Eris saw right through her, “Make the right choices, Nes. Lord knows you do not need an on and off relationship.”

She sighed.

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She was back in Milan and she’d woken up with a mild headache. They had spent the whole night celebrating her success. Her mum had just come in to call her own for breakfast.

She wrapped a robe on and as she was leaving she eyed the phone again. Fuck it.

She picked it up and turned it on.

She flipped through pictures, after sex-selfies, Disney land pictures, videos.

And then she noticed 6 notifications from her call app.

6 voicemails.

She played them,

“Hey Nes, its Cassian. Just wanted to give you call.”

“Hey, it’s me again, I was wondering if you’d like to meet, to go over everything. I understand if you’re busy.”

“Me again. I just wanted to tell you that I was literally dreaming about who we were back then. Call me back.”

“Hey just relised how selfish I was in the last call. How are you? How’s Milan? Met Luna the other day, she’s…feisty, give me a call back if you’re free.”

“Hello, I know you probably won’t listen to these as I recently found out that you ditched this phone but i-I don’t know why I keep calling. I just wanted to say that if I knew that arguing with you meant losing you forever, that when I went out of the door that I wouldn’t find you when I came back. If I’d known I wouldn’t be able to kiss you again then I would have never done it. I would’ve never had said anything. I am so sorry.”

She looked at the date. It was from 2 weeks ago. And the next one…was from 2 days ago. She pressed it.

“Hello? I miss you.”

She couldn’t take it anymore, her duffel bag was still packed. She went into travel clothes, grabbed her leather trench coat and went out of the door.

Her mom stopped her, “Where are you going?”

“Um, mom I need to-“

Adelaide eyed the phone in her hand. She sighed.

“It seems to me as though you have developed the trait of doing things on a whim from me. Next time you come home bring him, I need to meet the man who made my daughter so happy.”

She kissed her cheek, “I love you mom, I promise I will bye.”

She legged it to the jet.

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Cassian was in Oregon in his uncle’s vineyard overseeing the new architectural designs that was taking place later on in the day. Azriel was helping him out giving him company.

He went up to him,

“This year harvest is going to be good.” Azriel replied.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You ok?”

Cassian nodded, “When do you think the builders are-“

Azriel gave him a smile-no not him.

Someone behind him. Cassian turned.

And he felt the air being sucked out of him.

Nesta was here, she was…

She stood in a red romper that clung to her and a black leather trench coat on her arm. She dropped it

Her expression was pained.

The she broke into a run the same time he did.

The first contact their bodies made was like rain in a drought.

She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta.” His revered whispers sent shivers up her spine.

“You came back.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. His scent overwhelmed her.

She brought her lips down on him.

“I-I don’t wanna be away from you anymore. I’m so sorry for leaving, Cass, it’s just what I do when I need my walls back up I am so-“

“Hush.” He said dropping his face in her hair.

He didn’t care anymore, his supermodel, his baby was back home.

And she was home.

Now or never he told himself.

“Marry me.” He whispered so quietly that Nesta almost didn’t hear him.

Nesta’s eyes widened, but she nodded, “Yes, oh lord yes.”

She kissed him knowing she wasn’t going to get rid of him in a long time.

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tags: @skychild29 @aesthetics-11

#nessian #prmpts #nesta archeron #cassian

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writerman · 5 years ago

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Prompt: Bard is a Tired™ man and with Sigrid in college he only has to worry about 2 children (he worries a lot tho) and when winter break happens she gets a ride back with this other kid and his boyfriend(Legolas&Gimli). Thranduil wants to meet Sigrid bc Legolas doesn't have many friends and then invites her whole family over, he has a big enough house (too big, he's lonely) to host all of them for get togethers. Bard is reluctant but goes "less for me to clean up" and agrees.

Thank you for this one! It was a nice wholesome prompt and I had fun with Bard and Thran’s interactions.

Please enjoy!

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“Da, I’m home!”

Bard had heard the door open and assumed Bain and Tilda were home from school and immediately worried as to why they had come back so early, but when he heard the familiar voice of his eldest ring out through the house he set aside his work and moved to greet her.

They met in the hallway and Sigrid threw her arms around Bard her cold nose shocking him slightly. How long had she been outside to be so cold?

“Welcome home, sweetheart, how was the trip home?” They left her luggage in the hallway for the time being as Bard led his eldest to the kitchen to make something hot to drink. Sigrid probably needed something to perk her up after being on the road all day.

“It was fine. It’s much better when you have company, leaving my car back at school was a good call.” Sigrid shrugged off her coat as she chattered about her friends and school work, meanwhile, Bard busied himself with making hot tea for both of them.

“You’ve mentioned Legolas and Gimli a few times if they drove with you here do they live nearby?”

“Yeah, uh, Legolas lives in the nicest part of town and Gimli is related to your friend Thorin. His family moved to town just after he started university so hasn’t been here until now.” Their conversation was cut short when Bain and Tilda stormed the kitchen dusted with snow and sporting red cheeks just like Sigrid had.

Once everyone had settled in and warmed up, dinner was had and everyone went their separate ways, Bard returned to his laptop to continue writing while he had the time off from work.

Being a novelist with kids was hard, and between working at the mechanics, raising kids and writing he hadn’t really found the time to relax or socialise so when he had time off to do those things, well, he didn’t do them.

It was late when Sigrid came to him, she was on the phone to someone but clearly needed his attention regarding whatever was being said on the phone. There was a moment of silence while she listened to the person on the other end of the line before she laughed aloud and shook her head in disbelief.

“Alright, alright, I’ll ask him. Hold on.”

Bard looked up expectantly, hands together rested on his desk as he awaited whatever question his daughter on the tip of her tongue, though he did have a sense of foreboding and was wary of what was coming.

“Da, Legolas said his dad wants to invite us all over for dinner tomorrow, can we go?” She genuinely sounded excited and the pleading tone she used hadn’t surfaced since she was very little so it was difficult to say no.

But, Bard hadn’t heard of Legolas until that day and he was positive he’d never met his dad. Or, had he done the unthinkable and forgotten Sigrid’s friends? She had always had her friends from school come over but he didn’t recall a Legolas…

“Uh… I mean, that is a nice offer, Sig, but I don’t think I’ve ever met your friend or his dad. Wouldn’t that be awkward?” He had to be honest, but that didn’t seem to deter her because his words were responded to with the roll of her eyes.

“That is the point of going over for dinner. You don’t get out much socially, neither does Legs’ dad and apparently, he has been wanting to have people over for dinner for ages. This is perfect timing.” Again, she gave him a hopeful look and Bard relented because why not?

At least he wouldn’t have to do the dishes.

Who was he kidding, he would offer to do them as thanks.

“Fiiine, we’ll go tomorrow. Just give me a time and an address and we’ll be there with bells on or something.” He was half-joking as he got to his feet, the closet needed to be raided for smart yet casual- he didn’t want to look like he was only going to appease his child.

After all, the adult company would be nice. And as fun, as his workmates were at the auto shop he did often wince at their choice of humour. Meeting new people was a top priority while he had the time, he supposed.

There was no further response from Sigrid as he passed her, she had only mouthed a ‘thank you’ before returning to her call.

The next morning at the breakfast table Bard revealed their dinner plans to Tilda and Bain. Neither of them seemed overly enthused about the idea but agreed that dinner anywhere but their own home was going to be interesting at least.

Both of them were in high school and had hoped to use the winter break as a chance to indulge in their favourite pastime of nothing. Bain had mentioned maybe visiting friends but the snowfall dissuaded him for the time being and Tilda just hated being cold so leaving the house wasn’t even an option for her.

Plus, modern technology would allow her to keep up with her friends without ever having to leave the bed.

“Everyone be on your best behaviour tonight, I honestly have no idea what to expect so just- maybe pretend you’re sick if things go belly up, ok?” A moment later Bard had to explain he was joking, well, half-joking but they didn’t need to know that.

A small part of him was excited to meet someone new and just talk about something other than sports and cars. After working at the auto place Bard did have to, eventually, admit to himself that he did not care for sports and it did make some conversation tedious.

When dinner time rolled around everyone piled into the family car and headed out to the fanciest part of town Bard had ever seen. It was the kind of place that had gated communities with gardeners and security. Sigrid had to call her friend to let them in because the security guard really did not like the idea that they were there on an invite.

Legolas was at the door already when they pulled up outside and Sigrid was the first to get out of the car to greet him. They hugged like they hadn’t just seen one another the day before.

The other two took some coaxing to get out but when they did Legolas greeted them cheerfully before turning to Bard, his demeanour didn’t change but he was extremely polite to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr Bowman.”

As nice as it was, he didn’t need to be treated so carefully, even if Legolas was brought up to be so polite it wasn’t necessary with him.

“You too, Legolas. Eh, if your father around?” The blonde boy nodded and led everyone inside after realising he had left them stood out on the steps instead of inviting them in. He blushed but no one mentioned it because really it didn’t matter to them.

“He’s in the kitchen down the hall.” Bard was directed to a door at the bottom of the hall but Legolas didn’t stick around long. The kids left him standing alone in the hallway heading to something that sounded vaguely like a games room.

It’s just another adult you can deal with a stranger, Bard tried to bolster himself as he stepped lightly down towards the kitchen, he’s probably really nice.

When he pushed the door open he was greeted with the smell of something decidedly mouthwatering and a sight that almost definitely rivalled it. The blond man was stood before a cutting board of freshly washed vegetables, his hands on his hips as he moved his attention from them to the door.

“Ah, it’s already 6?!” Oh good lord above, that voice was as deep as a roll of thunder and Bard definitely felt the heat of a blush crawl up his neck before he put himself in check and entered the kitchen properly shutting the door behind him as he did so.

“Just a little after actually. Do you- do you need help with anything?” Bard ventured as he moved toward the kitchen island the other man was stood at. He tried to ignore how beautiful he was by not looking directly at him for a few moments.

“It would be so impolite to ask a guest for help but… I must concede and accept defeat. Your help would be wonderful, thank you.” He passed over the vegetables and a knife and Bard go to work on slicing up carrots. “My name is Thranduil, by the way.” It came as more of an afterthought as though it hadn’t mattered what his name was.

“Nice to meet you, I am Bard, father of Sigrid. But I assume you already knew that unless you have more guests on the way?” When Thranduil shook his head Bard felt as though he could relax a little, one parent was fine, unless he had a wife and then two parents were also ok.

“I apologise for inviting you over with such short notice. It seemed the best time to before Christmas and whatnot.” Bard concentrated on slicing up the carrots but he nodded hoping Thranduil would see because for the life of him he could meet his eye.

This man had to be an ex-supermodel or something!

But really he knew he had to answer.

“Aha, it’s no problem. Sigrid seemed really excited that you had invited us all over and she seems quite close with Legolas I don’t think I could have said no even if I’d wanted to.” when he dares to look up Thranduil is smiling at him.

“I admit, it is nice to speak to another adult, I am often here alone so the most conversation I get is over the phone for work or the delivery man.” What a relief it was to hear that Thranduil had the same issues as he did.

When he let out a laugh Thranduil seemed more pleased than shocked.

“I’m sorry, I am in the same boat. I stay at home mostly too, unless the auto shop needs an extra pair of hands. Sometimes the only conversation I get it a one-way argument with our cat.” If there had been tension between them at first it had completely dissipated as they chatted as they prepared dinner.

For anyone looking from the outside in, they appeared as life long friends.

When dinner was nearly ready Thranduil seemed to relax and he offered Bard a drink, Bard readily accepted the beer from the fridge and followed his host to a drawing-room, he took a seat opposite Thranduil by the window.

“I’ll be honest with you, Bard. I invited you all over because I have never really heard Legolas talk about friends before and I wanted to see who this person was and who her family were. Legolas has tremendous issues with opening up enough to make friends, but he is like his father in that respect.

He lost his mother at a young age and while I gave him as much as I could throughout that period in his life, we both knew I was not capable of being both parents.

Sigrid has brought him out of his shell enough that he now has a boyfriend. I can scarcely believe it but I am so very happy and thankful for her friendship to my son.” Realising that he had, perhaps, said too much he gave Bard an apologetic smile before looking away from him and allowing himself to be distracted by the view outside.

“I realise now that it may have been put across to you as though Sigrid was a substitute for his mother, that is not the case. I believe I have said quite enough already.” The pink flush that slowly spread over Thranduil’s face was genuinely delightful but Bard had to put him out of his misery before it got too much.

“Sigrid is a great kid, she lost her mother at a young age too, Legolas probably feels at ease around her because she can relate to his pain. It hurt us all when my wife died, and I admit, Sigrid did end up taking more on than she should have at her age but when I was back on my feet I made sure she got to be a kid.

Also, don’t worry about what you’re saying so much, honestly, I am happy talking about anything as long as it isn’t sports.” They share a laugh at this and the conversation turns to their jobs, Thranduil revealed that he restored antiques and was very enthusiastic when Bard asked him of his methods.

Just seeing him light up when he spoke of his work was a gift and Bard had to remind himself that 1) this man was probably straight 2) he likely believed Bard was too and 3) He was so out of his league AND not interested in him.

It wasn’t long before dinner was served and Thranduil met Bain and Tilda who were very polite in thanking him for their invite to dinner. The kids made him proud that night with the table conversation managing to get a laugh out of both himself and Thranduil.

All in all, Bard found the night a success and even said so to Thranduil when he helped with the washing up while the kids put on a movie in the front room.

“I do not regret my decision to invite you all over. Tonight has been a lot of fun and seeing Legolas so animated was truly amazing. He’s on such a high I may have to scrape him off the ceiling later after you’ve all gone.”

They ended up talking in the kitchen far longer than they had intended but as soon as Bard mentioned he was a writer Thranduil grilled him to within an inch of his life on his books, he was extremely interested and it gave Bard a little thrill.

In the end, though, their conversation had to end and they had to part ways for the night but not before Thranduil made Bard promise to drop by again and soon with the kids.

Sigrid seemed pleased with that evening, even Bain and Tilda had no complaints other than that they had to leave early. This was forgiven when Bard explained that they would probably visit again throughout the winter break as Thranduil was keen to have them over more.

He missed the sly smile Sigrid gave him while he concentrated on driving.

The next time he saw Thranduil he was out running errands and they noticed each other on the busy high street almost immediately. Then again, everyone was noticing Thranduil he really did stand out from the crowd.

“Bard, it’s good to see you. How are you?” Thranduil had easily navigated through the crowds and was now stood before Bard dressed in a long black winter coat and deep purple scarf that was pulled up over his nose and mouth. “Would you like to get coffee?”

There was nothing he wanted more than to escape the crazed throng of Christmas shoppers and so with a quick nod they darted down an alley and to a cosey little bookshop slash cafe with very few customers.

“You’re brave to take on the masses today,” Bard said as they took their seats by the window, the heat radiator by his legs was blessedly hot and he inched himself a little closer to it much to Thranduil’s amusement. “Doing the last bit of Christmas shopping?”

Thranduil was looking at the drinks menu when he responded.

“Hm, no, I was out finding antiques to take home, we’re not exactly big on celebrating Christmas in our home being that there is only the two of us.” It sounded like Thranduil wanted to drop the subject but was too polite to say.

He didn’t know if it was the cosy atmosphere or the sheer giddiness of seeing Thranduil again, because yes he admitted to himself he had a crush on the man, but he went out on a limb when he offered Thranduil and Legolas his home for Christmas.

“You’re welcome to spend the day with us. It would be really nice to have you and Legolas over.”

At first, he didn’t receive a response, just a slow blink of confusion but then a smile spread over Thranduil’s face that could have lit up an entire banquet hall.

“That would be lovely, but would the invitation extend to just myself?” Thranduil began, “I am sure Legolas would have loved to spend Christmas with Sigrid but he is spending the day with Gimli and his family.” The man was embarrassed to admit he would be alone on Christmas that much Bard could tell but he had no reason to feel ashamed.

“Hmm, well, Legolas is the cool one…” Bard feigned a thoughtful expression and only stopped when Thranduil laughed. “If you’re cooler than your kid you can come.”

“I am afraid not but I can bring dessert if that sweetens the deal?”

“Oh, you know how to play me, with your pretty face and your sweet talk.” It had just slipped out and while he was mortified he knew he had to play it off as a joke. Can’t let this man know he was a bisexual disaster and he really didn’t want Thranduil to think he only wanted to hang out with him because he was hot.

“You think I have a pretty face?” The response was smooth and Thranduil’s voice dropped an octave as he near purred with pleasure at the accidental compliment. “Were trying to flirt with me just now?”

Oh no, what am I supposed to say to that? Bard panicked internally, he had absolutely not meant to tell Thranduil that he thought his face was pretty but now they were going into territory Bard was very unfamiliar with.

When was the last time he had actually purposely flirted with anyone?

There was nothing for it, he had to be honest or at least some kind of honest. It was only fair.

“It just slipped out, I didn’t mean to say that but- I mean, well, I do think you’re pretty. Maybe not pretty that seems tame. I uh is it too much to ask you on a date after Christmas even though this is only the second time we’ve met?” He had been reduced to a stuttering mess and it was his own fault but from what he could tell Thranduil found it endearing.

“I would like that very much.”

They spent a long time in silence until their drinks were brought to them.

“You’re still bringing dessert for Christmas, right?”

“I am, along with my pretty face.” Thranduil teased.

It seemed winter break would be just a little more interesting this year.

And Bard had the sneaking suspicion that this had something to do with his very clever daughter and her equally as clever friend.

If they believed that he and Thranduil would be good together, who was he to argue?

Only time would tell.

#Bard the Bowman #Thranduil #The Hobbit #Legolas #writing prompts #This accidentally ended up being 3K words long #Anonymous

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acoolchickouthere13 · 4 years ago

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“despite what you may have read in the gossip press, Swift hasn’t been involved with a man in quite some time. She’s not dating. She’s not canoodling. She’s not even sexting. Taylor Swift is single and loving it.

“I really like my life right now,” she says. “I have friends around me all the time. I’ve started painting more. I’ve been working out a lot. I’ve started to really take pride in being strong. I love the album I made. I love that I moved to New York. So in terms of being happy, I’ve never been closer to that.” Which is not necessarily the same as being happy….Swift leads the way into one of her four guest bedrooms. “This is where Karlie usually stays,” she says – meaning supermodel Karlie Kloss, one of her new BFFs, whom she met nine months ago at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. There’s a basket of Kloss’s favorite Whole Foods treats next to the bed, and multiple photos of her on the walls….Shoshanna gets excited about things, she’s really girly. And when she was in a relationship that was very comfortable, she made the decision to get out and go experience new things on her own. And now she’s becoming more sure of herself and taking life head-on, in a way that I can relate to….Heading back downstairs, she passes an antique lamp with the inscription CALADIUM SEGUINUM on it. Swift took Latin in high school, but says she isn’t sure what it means. (Later, I look it up. It turns out it’s a homeopathic remedy for male impotence.)...Different phases of your life have different levels of deep, traumatizing heartbreak,” Swift says. “And in this period of my life, my heart was not irreparably broken. So it’s not as boy-centric of an album, because my life hasn’t been boycentric.” In fact, she suggests, she hasn’t dated at all since breaking up with One Direction singer Harry Styles more than a year and a half ago. “Like, have not gone on a date,” she says. “People are going to feel sorry for me when you write that. But it’s true. Swift says dating is hard for her. For one thing, there’s the logistics. “Seventy percent of the time, when a guy asks me out, it’ll just be a random e-mail,” she says. Some movie star will get her address from his publicist and e-mail her cold. Usually she politely rebuffs them – but even if someone did penetrate that line of defense, building a relationship is hard.

“I feel like watching my dating life has become a bit of a national pastime,” Swift says. “And I’m just not comfortable providing that kind of entertainment anymore. I don’t like seeing slide shows of guys I’ve apparently dated. I don’t like giving comedians the opportunity to make jokes about me at awards shows. I don’t like it when headlines read ‘Careful, Bro, She’ll Write a Song About You,’ because it trivializes my work. And most of all, I don’t like how all these factors add up to build the pressure so high in a new relationship that it gets snuffed out before it even has a chance to start. And so,” she says, “I just don’t date.”

(That goes for hooking up as well. “I just think it’s pointless if you’re not in love,” Swift says. “And I don’t have the energy to be in love right now. So, no.”)

Truth be told, Swift sounds a tiny bit jaded – which, for a “self-professed hopeless romantic,” maybe isn’t the worst thing to be. “It’s not like I’ve sworn off love,” she says. “My life is just not conducive to bringing other people into it right now. I’m very childlike and romantic about lots of things, but I’m realistic about this.”

Swift pauses, searching for a metaphor that will help her explain herself. “Have you heard of the Loneliest Whale? There’s this whale – I think Adrian Grenier is making a documentary about it. It swims through the ocean, and it has a call unlike any other whale’s. So it doesn’t have anyone to swim with. And everybody feels so sorry for this whale – but what if this whale is having a great time? Because it’s not bad that I’m not hopelessly in love with someone. It’s not a tragedy, and it’s not me giving up and being a spinster. Although I did get another cat.” She laughs. “I asked around: I was like, ‘Does two cats count as cats?’ But then I thought, what imaginary guy’s perspective am I thinking about this from? Someone is going to think I’m undateable for a lot of reasons before they think I’m undateable because I have two cats….Two years ago she told Vogue she wanted to be friends with Kloss; now they’re going to the gym together and taking road trips to Big Sur.) Swift says this is another byproduct of being single. “When your number-one priority is getting a boyfriend, you’re more inclined to see a beautiful girl and think, ‘Oh, she’s gonna get that hot guy I wish I was dating,'” she says. “But when you’re not boyfriend-shopping, you’re able to step back and see other girls who are killing it and think, ‘God, I want to be around her.'” As an example, she cites her pal Lorde, whom she calls Ella. “It’s like this blazing bonfire,” Swift says. “You can either be afraid of it because it’s so powerful and strong, or you can go stand near it, because it’s fun and it makes you brighter….Sometimes the lines in a song are lines you wish you could text-message somebody in real life,” she says. “I would just be constantly writing all these zingers – like, ‘Burn. That would really get her.’ And I know people are going to obsess over who it’s about, because they think they have all my relationships mapped out. But there’s a reason there are not any overt call-outs in that song. My intent was not to create some gossip-fest.”(x)

#accohtimeline #taylor swift #taylorswift #ts #taylor #swift #kaylor #accoh timeline #gaylor #gaylor swift

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ashleyfanfic · 5 years ago

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Do you have any Jonerys nsfw fic recs? I need some smut in my life any kind extra points if it starts with Jon masturbating and turns into a hot session with his queen. 😏

Oh, Anon - this could take a while. Buckle up, this is gonna be a bumpy, but pleasurable, ride! I’ve divided this up from Modern AU and Canon/Canon Divergent. I know there are more than one entry for most of these authors, but what can I say? When I find an author I like, I usually consume everything they write. CANON/CANON DIVERGENT Up Against the Wall - by @meisiesmut A shameless love story told with a backdrop of war, politics, past trauma, heroes and villains, dragons and duty. Goes from Dragonstone, to Kings Landing, to the North, and eventually back again. Falling in love amidst the War for the Dawn, as told by Daenerys Targaryen. The explicit rating is no lie. Damsel In Distress by @meisiesmut There is very little that is weak and defenseless about the Mother of Dragons, but sometimes it’s fun to pretend. In which Daenerys blows off some steam from the pressures of ruling, and her husband grudgingly indulges her, until the wolf comes out to play. Roleplay smut, trigger warning for dubious consent. Ozymandian - by @frostbitepandaaaaa She should have been more prudent, instead of falling into him like a spell. She should have handled this thing like the fatal tangle of thorns it was, instead of drinking the air from his lungs like the sweetest Arbor gold. She should have picked it up about the edges, holding it at arm’s length until she could find a safe enough place to rest it upon the earth and walk away forever. On Fire’s Gentle Shore - by @justwandering-neverlost This one shot is post season 8. Dany and Jon are ruling Westeros and escort Missandei back to her home in Naath. How We Heal - by @justwandering-neverlost What was intended to be some love-filled Jonerys drabbles, but has turned into a full-blown S8 canon adventure complete with romance, dragons, drama, angst, politics, prophecies, and the Battle for the Dawn. Fluff, smut, and all the feels still included. Go South, Get Warm - by @lawonderlandwriter An alternate route to Winterfell! After being resurrected, Jon Snow leaves for Oldtown to stay with the only person he can trust - Samwell Tarly. But after he receives a raven from his sister Sansa requesting help to take back their family home from the Boltons, Jon goes on a mission collecting allies in the South - the Tyrells of Highgarden, the Sand Snakes of Dorne, the portion of the ironborn fleet commanded by Yara Greyjoy...and of course, the queen across the sea, Daenerys Targaryen. Jon and Daenerys build a quick rapport and she soon makes him the Lord Commander of her armies. Together they face the Lannister, the Boltons, Euron Greyjoy...and finally, the Night King. Note: Main relationship of this fic is Jonerys and Dany comes into the story at chapter 8. A Wolf In The Sand - by @notpmahlem I did what I thought was right. And I got murdered for it. He died. He was resurrected. Coping with that betrayal, additional information upends him again and sends him to the last place anyone would expect him to go. In search of Dragons. The Burnt World - by @xxthewolvenstormxx Its been over two decades since the Mad King burnt the world.Now Daenerys has finally returned home to right the wrongs of her father. But once again a mad ruler threatens to burn the world anew.Up North, Jon Snow is racing against time to defeat a swarm of undead that threatens to kill all that remains. The Painted Table - by @muttpeeta Daenerys summons Jon to the Chamber of the Painted Table the night before his journey beyond the Wall to give him a proper farewell. Slight canon divergence. Held Captive - by @fierypen37 - Upon landing in Westeros, Daenerys makes a pact with the King in the North, with interesting results. Or, in which Robb lives as King in the North and Jon is given to Daenerys as a hostage of war. Can I Be Your Prisoner? - by @tomakeitbeautifultolive Following their first tense meeting on Dragonstone, Jon is left stimulated in more ways than one when he asks the dragon queen whether or not he's her prisoner. After Daenerys clarifies by answering "Not yet", three dreaded words slip from his lips, to his horror—"Can I be?"

MODERN AU/AU You Heard Me. Take. It. Off. - by @meisiesmut Jon and Daenerys are young professors at a spooky gothic pile of a university with a unique relationship. BDSM episodes in a modern setting, a somewhat dark and twisted little romance. Likely the only Modern AU I will ever attempt, enjoy the kink. The Pirate Queen - by @meisiesmut In which Lord Commander Snow meets The Pirate Queen and her crew of cutthroats, much to his annoyance and later delight. AU, 18th Century Caribbean setting, pirates, scenery, bad jokes, canon winks, Jon in a pretty uniform (and eventually a dashing pirate outfit), and shameless smut. I got nothing else, enjoy. Lord Snow and the Madam - by @meisiesmut Madam Daenerys runs the finest gentleman’s establishment in Mayfair, and knowing men and all their ways, has little time for the pleasures and distractions of an alluring stranger. But a persistent, mysterious visitor to her brothel may just change her mind. Alternative universe, Edwardian London setting, luscious smut, splendidly handsome mustache bean. Quality Assurance - by @muttpeeta AU where Dany and Jon are CEOs of competing sex toy companies and meet at a convention. Love In Leather - by @muttpeeta Before they dock at White Harbor and leave the safety of their ship, Daenerys wants to make Jon's wildest fantasies come true. Thumbprint Scar - by @frostbitepandaaaaa For so long, she had only dreamed about getting away, never of what that place might be. It wasn't until it had started to become a reality, to solidify under her hands, that she started to paint details into the visions of her sanctuary in earnest. Between the Raindrops - by @notpmahlem In modern Westeros, Daenerys Targaryen and her foreign army are joined by Jon Snow and the North to unseat Cersei Lannister. Written In the Scars of His Heart - by @notpmahlem and @jalenmara Daenerys Targaryen, supermodel and face of House Targaryen, a rising star in the world of Fashion, is commonly known as the most beautiful woman in the world. And someone wants her dead. Jon Snow, running from the ghosts of his own past, lands the job any man would kill for— protecting her. But can he protect his own heart from her? Mustache Rides - by @xxthewolvenstormxx Jon's sporting a new look and there's really only one thing Dany can do. A PROUD Contribution to the #RideJonsFace2019 and #Twenty69teen campaigns. Let's have Dany rub that mustache off. Vim and Vigor - by @xxthewolvenstormxx Seven smutty scenes to ring in the New Year. Jon and Daenerys are a Young Couple living their best life. The Oasis - by @fierypen37 With uptight and stressed CEO Daenerys Targaryen's regular masseur on leave, she has to make do with the replacement Jon Snow. Relaxation is not something she can find with his hands on her. Too bad he doesn't feel the same. Except unbeknownst to her, he definitely does. When a threat on her life pushes them together, they must both learn to deal with their growing feelings. Sinfully Yours - by @adecila Jon Snow finds himself being summoned by a beautiful but dangerous woman. Daenerys Targaryen is a demon hunter looking for a precious treasure. He is a demon with a particular set of principles. However, he also has a dick; and he hasn't used it since way before he died. Instinct by @lawonderlandwriter "She heard a twig snap behind her and spun around, heart beating quick as a hummingbird’s wings inside her chest. A lone figure emerged from behind a tree, watching her; she should have known. HIM. The dark-featured male that had wandered into the area a few days ago. She sighed, somewhat in relief that it wasn't something else, but eyed him warily all the same. Sometimes newcomers were harmless. Other times they were not..." Can I Keep You - by @lawonderlandwriter "...She patted at her chest over her heart, pointed off in the distance, touched her hair yet again, and then pointed to a nearby dandelion with its wispy white seeds swaying gently in the breeze. Suddenly he thought he understood, at least the last part of it. Hair. White hair." Sequel to Instinct! Begins a little bit before Jon and Dany meet. Now You See Me - by @daenerys1417 Dany has just moved into a new apartment which happens to have a crack in the shared wall between her and her next-door neighbor, Jon Snow. One night, she gets more than she bargained for when she decides to take a peek.

#jonerys #jonerys fanfiction #jonerys fic recs

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djinmer4 · 4 years ago

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Letter (Dresden AU)

“Bitte, grrnk! I can bear no more, nmmmak! Shoot me, erk! Put me out of my misery.”

“Stop whining.”

“Du Unhold! You are enjoying this nnmph! This inhuman torture.”

A giggling reply. “Of course not. I just like playing doctor. Pity, a few snips and it will all be over.”

“Eeeungh! Nmmph! Glk . . . Gggnmmph!”

“Okay, okay. I’m finished already.”

“Aaahhh, wonne. Danke, Katzchen, danke. Ooaah, wunderbar . . . the itch was driving me wahnsinnig.”

Kitty helped pry away the last pieces of plaster. “You’re lucky Moira said it was okay to remove the cast, Kurt. I’d have left it on for another month.”

“To teach me the consequences of violence, I presume.”

“No, that’s a risk we all accept.” She carded her fingers lightly through the matted fur, carefully smoothing out some of the tangles that had formed in the past month. “I meant you’re lucky that you heal so quickly. Most people would take about another eight weeks to knit. There’s no significant muscle wastage either. How do you feel?”

Kurt stood and stretched, bringing his knee up to his chest. “Starr. And a little weak. Mostly I’m just off-balance- I have grown used to compensating for the weight of the cast.”

“You’ll just have to take it easy for the next few days.”

“I have not the time. I received a letter, via Jean Grey, from an old friend, Jutta. She needs my help so I am leaving for Germany within the hour.” He hesitated then looked at his young friend. “Would you like to come?”

Kitty gave him one of her lopsided smiles. “Sorry, I can’t. I got a letter too, from one of my cousins.”

“Wer?”

“Connie Barrowill, on my dad’s side. No, you don’t know her, we’re not close. But she’s in college right now and apparently having a bit of trouble. Since she’s only a few years older than me, her dad asked that I fly over and see how she’s doing, maybe give her some advice.”

“Ah, well, family is family after all. I wanted to introduce you to my friends from the circus, but it looks like it will have to wait for another time. I will bring you back a souvenir.”

~~~~~~~

“Connie? Connie, are you there? It’s me, Kitty.” Shadowcat looked around the campus. She supposed all colleges had similarities, but while Chicago had had a mix of gothic stone and modern concrete architecture, Oklahoma was all brick, much more cohesive. Also, flat as a pancake.

“Kitty? Hey, I wasn’t expecting you!” Connie was just a few inches taller than her, with blonde hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes. She looked like a stereotypical cheerleader actually, which never failed to annoy Kitty a little. Everyone else in the Court looked like a supermodel and she just looked like the girl next door. And if what Thomas told her was right, she’d keep looking like that for the next hundred years or so.

“Yeah, your dad called me. Said you were having some difficulty with . . . school and that I might be able to answer some questions for you.” Kitty felt stupid trying to convey her meaning with pauses and eyebrows, but they were in public.

“Oh? Oh! Yes, just some stuff you’ll probably find easy. Here, come in!” Connie stopped standing in the doorway and let Kitty into the dorm. They walked up three flights of stairs to Connie’s single room. Kitty was surprised, there was an aura of lust in the corridor so thick she was surprised normal humans couldn’t detect it.

Once the door was shut, they both dropped the pretense. “So what happened?”

“Well . . . I take it you know all about our-”

“Our little nutrition problem. Yes, I do. But you . . . “ Kitty gave her cousin a good once over. “But you haven’t changed. I’m surprised, Lord Raith doesn’t allow fledglings to be told about their heritage until-”

“Until it’s too late. Yeah, that’s the thing. Um, Dad said you . . . had an unusual transition.”

Kitty stared at her cousin. She let out a sigh. “Yeah. Mind control. A body jumper took over and he knew my background. Decided he wanted all the perks that came with being a vampire, and arranged for the right circumstances then did the deed.”

“So there wasn’t any decision making involved,” muttered the blonde.

“Connie, what exactly happened to you?”

“Oh, um,” her cousin took a deep breath. “I brought my boyfriend up to my room to make-out. We didn’t go all the way,” So that explained some things. “But it was enough to trigger the Hunger.”

“Soo . . . I don’t understand. Do you want to complete the transformation? Just invite the boy over and drain him. Simple enough.”

“No!” Then Connie’s voice dropped. “Or well, it’s not that simple.”

“Do you not want to be a vampire? I can understand that.”

“Maybe. I’m not sure. How would you go about doing that?”

“Hmph. Normally I wouldn’t tell you this information, but since you already know about the Masquerade . . . there’s really only one chance at this. The first time you have sex and-” Kitty side-eyed her cousin. “-go all the way. If you have sex with someone who truly loves you and who you truly love in return, it poisons the demon and kills them. Then you’ll live the rest of your life as a normal human, and have normal human kids. But if it’s anyone else, you’ll kill them and become a Pale Hunter.” She paused. “How did the guy last long enough that this became an issue?”

“Oh, it turns out he’s the son of a Forest Person. Dad apparently did some mojo so I’d screw him to death, but he’s got enough resistance that he was unaffected.”

“That explains the aura out in the corridor. Was that all you needed?”

“Er, no. Some of the other Forest People blocked Dad’s influence, said they’d give me time to decide if I really wanted to become a vampire or not. I told Dad that since I actually had a choice, I wanted to know more about it. So I guess he sent you.”

Kitty leaned back in the chair she had grabbed from Connie’s desk. “Pros and cons then. You already know what it’s like to be human, so I’ll leave that alone. Cons: once you turn into a vampire you have to feed, you have no choice. If you go too long without it, or something causes you to drain your resources too low, the demon will take over and attack and kill people to feed. And every time the demon does that, it takes a toll on your mind. Go into a frenzy often enough, and eventually, you’ll never come out of it. You’ll just be a mindless monster.

Are you taking notes on this? You’ll remember it better if you write it down.”

Connie grabbed the notepad Kitty held out to her. “You’re not worried people might come across proof of the supernatural?”

Kitty snorted. “The Masquerade isn’t that fragile. If anyone asks, tell them you were brainstorming a story with me. Shall I go on?” The blonde nodded. “Okay, pros now. You get enhanced senses and strength and durability. Feeding regularly will give you a healing factor, feed enough and you can survive being set on fire and almost being cut in half.” At Connie’s wide-eyed look, Kitty continued. “That’s not hyperbole, I’ve actually seen Laura do the exact thing. It’s not the most powerful healing factor I’ve seen but it’s definitely up there. Anyway, going on. It enhances all your physical characteristics, strength (“You said that already”), speed, endurance, dexterity. Your lifespan also increases, Lord Raith and Laura have lived for centuries.”

The older girl continued to make notes. “Any drawbacks? Sunlight and things?”

“Nope, that’s a different court. No problems with sunlight or silver or iron or religious symbols.” To prove her point, Kitty opened up the collar of her shirt to show Connie the Star of David she wore. “Um, you can cross thresholds without being invited, but that does limit your abilities to human norm though.”

“So no weaknesses at all?”

“A few. We’re definitely not as strong as the other vampire courts. Also, we have a vulnerability to some types of positive emotion.” Kitty though for a second. “You and you’re dad are part of House Ashma that feeds on rage. So trying to feed off of someone who’s serene or coming into contact with symbols of that could hurt you.

There are some other things that pertain to magic, but that’s not going to be an issue unless you actually become one. Anything else you want to know?”

“So if I,” Connie hesitated then continued. “If I don’t want to become a vampire, I don’t have to swear a vow of celibacy or anything like that?”

“And what’s wrong with being celibate? But no, you just have to make sure that your first time is with someone who really loves you and who you love in return.”

“What about your mutant powers? Does it help those?”

Now it was Kitty’s turn to look wide-eyed. “Charles told you that?”

“It was supposed to be a secret?”

“Well, not really I guess. I haven’t been hiding it, but I haven’t been advertising it to the rest of the family, that’s all.” She shook her head. “Honestly, it’s hard to say. I pretty much got them at the same time. But I don’t think so? I can still use my mutant ability even when my vampire ones are cut off, like when I go somewhere uninvited or warded with a magic circle. And it doesn’t depend on my feeding either.”

The elder looked over her notes. “This is all really great information, Kitty. But it doesn’t answer my question.” Summer blue eyes looked into paler, icier ones. “You weren’t given a choice. But if you had been given one, would you have become a vampire?”

She hissed out between her teeth. “That’s a very difficult question. On one hand, I really hate how I transitioned. I hate the fact I wasn’t given a choice, that someone else was puppeteering my body around, that he chose to kill an innocent to kick-start my powers. But on the other hand, I love the abilities that being a vampire gives me. I don’t think I’d be nearly as good a fighter without those abilities and they certainly make me a much more valuable member of the X-Men and Excalibur. And of course, on the gripping hand, there’s the whole fact I had to kill someone to be like this and can enthrall people and may kill other people in the future.”

“That’s not a yes or no answer.”

Kitty sucked in another breath. “If this was a question with easy answers you wouldn’t need my help now, would you?” Connie closed her eyes and dipped her head. “I think, when it comes down to it, I do like being a vampire. And if I had a choice I would do it again, even with how traumatic the transitioning was. I’d prefer to do it under different circumstances, I mean, I could think of a lot of people who need killing after all, but even if I had to do it that way, I still would.”

“Thanks, Kitty.” If the two of them had been closer, Connie might have risked hugging the younger girl. As is, she settled for a firm handshake. “That’s all I needed to know.”

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