#OH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED it’s called “priceless talking”. yep that’s what it is.

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

wait a minute, don’t we have something for that? what is it called? it’s written down somewhere, in a super old document. it has something to do with saying words….. and it doesn’t cost anything…. can someone remind me what it’s called?

Anyway keep up the good work everybody

[tryingmydarndest]

Thank You (Luka Couffaine x Reader)

Summary (Part 1/probably 3): The author goes on a bit of a tangent about how Y/N goes on a bit of a tangent about Viperion. Who may just have a little, big ol' crush on them?

Tags: -not enough actual relationship -fluff -but like, a weird sprinkling of angst that I didn't plan on right at the end???

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by this fic by @seriously-sirius-black <3. Luka? OOC? Idk, probably, I don’t write fanfic. But I am actually kinda proud of how well Alya turned out. Writing this made me realize how much of a mom friend I apparently headcanon her as. I wrote this gender-and-as-everything-else-neutral as I can make it (lemme know if you see ways I can improve, tho idk how much more fanfic I'll even be writing). Also, I freakin' RAMBLE and overuse italics, but ya get what ya get and ya don't gotta fret. Ooh, important note for future parts (if i write them) - this is a kinda!au where the miraculous users keep their miraculous. also if I had a nickel for every time I get awkwardly specific about the placement of both of a character’s hands I’d have TWO nickels. Happy reading!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Part I - Paris's Cutiest Heroes

The look currently on Marinette’s face as she sputtered out a response was priceless, “Cat Noir? Cat Noir!? What makes you think I’d find Cat Noir attractive at all? And- and- HIM- the cutest superhero! Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous?”

“Nice one, Alya”

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” you gave Alya a high five on your way to your seat next to Juleka and Rose on the couch facing Marinette and Alya. A sunny Friday after school was the perfect place for Kitty Section and their entourage to hang out. Unfortunately without Ivan and Mylène, seeing as their anniversary called for a private celebration. After pushing a couple couches onto the deck of The Liberty, Alya had predictably started talking about Paris's resident hero team. Today, she chose to ask everyone who they deemed the cutest, and she made sure to jump on Marinette's... interesting response, “And girl, he has the same silky golden hair and dreamy emerald eyes as Adrien Agreste. What’s utterly ridiculous is you freaking out and dodging every time we bring up superheroes!”

The designated snack-boy, Luka, walked out precariously carrying three bowls of goodies for everyone, “Alright, I got more popcorn. Sorry, but looks like we’re out of cheese flavoring, Y/N”

“Oh... that’s fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting it since I forgot to ask,” your free hand not reaching for the bowl rubbed the back of your neck, “but thanks for remembering.”

“Oh, um yeah- Always," is it creepy to remember something so specific? Someone as nice as Y/N wouldn't be interested in some creep. Ugh. Luka took a seat with his own bowl after passing Alya and Marinette theirs. He ended up next to you on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch, dangerously close to touching your legs.

Rose reached for the popcorn as she interjected, “You know, Alya does have a point. So Marinette, why don’t you just tell us who you think the cutest superhero is, if you don’t like us guessing?”

Somehow Marinette’s face went even paler as she spoke, “What- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t thought- Wha- what about Y/N? Why aren’t you interrogating them?”

Alya crossed her arms, “Because Y/N says the same thing about the same hero every day. Just watch. Ahem, Y/N, care to weigh in on the cuteness level of our lovely Parisian superheroes?”

You looked up from the bowl you had stolen back from Rose with wide eyes, "Hey! Okay, no, that is not fair! Besides, what is our criteria for 'cute'? I mean... Are we going just by physical characteristics? Is costume a factor? What about the animal they're representing, could our opinion of that make this whole thing unfair? And cuteness is so subjective anyway... Why are we even reducing these amazing and honorable superheroes to just their looks? I mean we could be talking about skill, or their powers or power lev-"

"-And your answer would be exactly the same. Seriously, are you done trying- and might I add, failing- to talk yourself out of this one yet? Or should I just read the article you wrote for the Ladyblog?"

"You said you deleted that!"

Luka had perked his head up at your initial fumbling response and turned to you when he spoke, "You wrote an article? That's pretty cool."

You rubbed your face to try and distract yourself from the burning embarrassment, "Umm, yeah. But it was terrible and extremely not. worth. publishing." You hoped the glare you sent the girl in question was enough to scare her into deleting it on the spot, or to at least lie about it, "So Alya kindly deleted it, right?"

Sitting up with a smug look and crossed arms severely lowered your faith that she'd keep quiet. "A good journalist archives everything. Especially something as juicy as one of her besties going on for five thousand words about how dreamy the great Viperion is," dramatically fake-fainting into Marinette's lap, Alya could barely finish before bursting out in laughter. Of course, quickly followed by the others joining in to varying degrees. Juleka and Rose happily giggled to themselves, Marinette looked more relieved that the heat was off her, and Luka seemed to be shocked, or maybe just holding back to see how you were taking this.

Horribly. Horribly embarrassed would describe how you were taking this conversation. You sat there stock-still as you hoped that none of the others could hear your heart's desperate attempts to pound its way out of your chest. That's certainly all you could hear, at least until Alya's voice brought you out of it, "Hey, it's fine," she made her way over to sit next to you as she continued, "We all have our little hero crushes. That's why I bring it up all the time, to show you that it's totally normal! I mean, we all know how I could go on about Carapace for days," Alya gestured for the others to continue, and used her other hand to try and comfort you.

"Well, I find Ladybug to be just absolutely adorable and so kind.... oh it just makes me so happy knowing she's keeping all of Paris safe," Rose added softly.

Juleka brushed a strand of hair aside as she spoke, "Rena Rouge is super mysterious, pretty rad in my opinion."

Alya was rubbing your back like the mom friend she is to try and help encourage you, "See? Super normal, so go ahead and release all this pent up Viperion energy that I know you have. Maybe it'll encourage Marinette here to finally join in the fun!" Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who responded promptly by smashing her face into a pillow.

You just sighed, "I mean- it’s- it can't just-'' were you supposed to just get over it all just like that? Well, at least the embarrassment was wearing off, maybe you could just entertain her for a bit, "Well- um, you see.... HisHairJustLooksReallySoftAnd- you know what. Nope. Can't do anymore of this. Yep- that's all you're getting out of me!" This time when everyone started giggling, you were able to comfortably join them. It was a nice feeling.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A nice evening chilling out with your friends was always welcome, especially with the rising number of akumatizations making that less possible. But the night had come to a close. Alya and Marinette went home, Juleka was walking Rose back herself, and Luka and you had volunteered to clean up. Luka stopped drying the cup in his hand for a minute as he looked at you, “Um, I know it might not be my place, but I want you to know that you don’t have to be embarrassed about the whole... Viperion thing.” God, how am I supposed to take the news that MY crush has a crush on.... Sort of me? Am I supposed to count it as me at all?

“Oh, um. Yeah, thanks. I think I’m over the embarrassment now that it’s out. I don’t know, it’s just that a lot of people think it’s weird since he’s kind of a new hero,” how are you supposed to explain this to him? That you kept such a non-issue secret from him, especially without getting suspiciously defensive about it. “And then people use that to try and say that I only like him for his looks..... And that’s not it! I don’t know, it’s kind of.... A lot? To explain, that is.” This was not going well.

“Oh... Well, what is it? That you like about him, I guess.”

This was so not going well. But he was waiting for a response so... “Uh, well I guess it did kinda start..... that way.... but then I started doing research. I learned about his power and saw videos of his fights. He’s really good! Especially for being so new, which kinda goes into why his power makes me like him so much.” Shit. Rambling, I’m just talking and talking and I need to stop. But how am I supposed to change the subject now? And now Luka’s sitting down, and he seems so invested. Why does this have to happen to me?

“What do you mean by that?”

Luka’s voice kindly shuts your little thought-spiral in its tracks. What were you saying? Oh, Viperion’s powers! You can talk about this, you know this. Just keep talking, at least he seems interested in it, “Well, you know how he can go back and redo the last couple of minutes?” Luka nodded, “Well, we always see the time that worked out. Us civilians get to keep going from the one time it all went right. Just imagine all the times he failed, all the times he couldn’t get it right. It could be dozens, maybe even hundreds of times! He must get so discouraged at some point, I mean I know I would.... I guess I didn’t really think about it at first, but.... but, I doubt I could keep that determination, and I’m so glad Paris has a hero who can, and does.”

Silence. Why was it so quiet? Oh no, he thinks I’m weird. He must think-

“All of this from ‘his hair looks soft’?”

“Hey! You can’t tell me not to be embarrassed, then make fun of me! That’s against the rules!”

Luka chuckled as he said, “Against what rules, exactly?”

“The Rules Of Best Friendship, duh!”

“And who exactly said you were my best friend?”

“Well... your loss, I guess. Now you won’t get an invitation when I plan Rose and Juleka’s wedding,” you brushed off his offended glare as you took the seat next to him.

“She’s my sister.”

“She’d take my side.”

I’d take your side, too. I will always take your side. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

A/N the sequel: I am super bad at finishing things, but I really wanna keep motivated to finish this (like I have a full, probably 3 part, plan for this). If you guys want to help, shoot me a message and I'll send you a link to the google doc I'm writing this on. Feel free to leave a little comment (pls be kind, obviously) and see my writing process! Idk, would any of you guys be interested in that? Would you just get annoyed at having already read the thing before I post it?

[maddogofshimano]

Goromi Event: The Butterfly Who Dances in the Night

Alright lets kick off this blog with my translation of rggo’s Goromi Event: A butterfly that dances in the night!

As a disclaimer: I have studied japanese for coming up on 3 years now, but I’m not a professional translator and I’m nowhere near fluent! There will definitely be mistakes, but it should be mostly correct thanks to a lot of time on jisho and trawling through japanese explanations of kansai-ben. I originally posted this on the Minnesota Fats Clan discord, but I’m going to clean it up a bit here.

By the way, it’s really funny seeing Goromi next to these anime girl hostesses for the event page.

Summary: This is the setup to the Goromi encounter in Majima Everywhere, it’s how Goromi gets herself hired at club SHINE. It was a scratcher event so players had to gather as many scratchers as they could to redeem for prizes. Nishida had no idea that any of this was going to happen, and the entire plan was to get Kiryu so mad that he’d attack. Kiryu going on a date with Goromi was never even considered.

<2005...> <Kiryu has returned to Kamurocho after his jail time for killing Dojima> <Majima Family Office> Majima Family Goon: Fuwaaaa~ I'm tired. ...Hey, Nishida. Nishida: What's up? Goon: The boss has been in that room for a while now, what's he doing? Nishida: You're right... Nope, I don't know what he's up to. Goon: Usually he's on a rampage outside when he’s got any free time... Do you think he's watching porn? <Majima exits his office> Majima: Oi! Let's head out!! Both: H-HUH? <Name shifts to Goromi from now on> Goromi: Call a cab. We're going to pink street's club SHINE Both: ... Goromi: ... Both: ... Goromi: ... Both: ... Goromi: Say somethin' ya idiots!!! Both: I'm sorry!!! We'll prepare right away!!! <in the taxi> Goromi: ... Goon: ...Oi, Nishida Nishida: What's up. Goon: What is the boss doing? Nishida: I wish I knew... Goon: Man, even you don't know... Nishida: I hate... that I absolutely don't know what's going on Goromi: What are you two blabbin' about? Goon: S-Sorry!! We just kinda don't know what we're doing on this job... Goon: ...Wait, I got it now Nishida. This is "Waiting for penetration". I've heard about it before (TL note: yep that is also a euphemism for sex in japanese) Nishida: Waiting for... penetration?! Goon: Mhm, our boss is setting themself up as the "boke". They're overcome with a craving to be the boke in a comedy bit! (TL note: I am so in the weeds here but I think I got it) Nishida: I don't think that's it... Goon: I gotta be right! Surely their kansai blood is calling out to them! Goon: Well... we gotta answer to their bit! Nishida: I-I see...! <arrive at pink street> Goon: All right, let's do it Nishida! Nishida: Ehhhhh... Goon: W-wait up boss!! I want to know what you’ve done with your look!! Nishida: We should go all the way with it and shave your beard~~!! Goon: Aha, ahahaha!! Nishida: Ha, hahaha! Goon: I'm sorry boss, but your boke bit is the best- <get's taken out in one hit> Goromi: What the hell's so funny? Nishida: W-wait- <also gets knocked out> Goromi: Laughin' at a woman's appearance... You better apologize to Goromi! Nishida: G-Goro... mi? Goromi: Yep. Right now I ain't Majima Goro. I'm a butterfly dancing in the night. The name's Goromi. Ya better remember it. <Club Shine Backroom> Manager: Now... you're having an interview soon right? I hope she's good. Employee: B-Boss, I'm afraid we’ll be doing the interview right now. Manager: Ah, good good. Bring her in. Goromi: Thank you for inviting me. Manager: Who?? Goromi: Who my ass! I'm Goromi, and I'm gonna be takin' care of this store from here on. Manager: W-wait a minute... Goromi: What? Manager: Nonononono, you, you look like a man! Goromi: Is that some kinda problem? Manager: Oh, I guess I can't say anything... Wait, nononono, I'm not going to let you overrule me! Manager: B-bad, bad bad bad. No, you can't be hired! Please take your things and leave! Goromi: What the hell are ya saying? You're gonna throw away a priceless jewel like this? Manager: Surely you must understand. Maybe if your face was shaved or... Manager: No, nonono, it's not just about appearance. Working here requires that and skill, service, politeness, all of those are required! Manager: You don't even know the right way to sit!! Some clumsy, vulgar bowlegged person can't work here. No chance! Goromi: So if I meet all your standards, I'll get to work here. Manager: Ye- W-Well, you do have a tattoo... Goromi: I didn't see nothin' about tattoos bein' banned here. Manager: W-well that's... Goromi: That seems to be my answer. Manager: Nonono! That's not for you to decide! Manager: (But I'm also getting cornered... Think, I have to think of something!) Manager: (...That's it! I found it! A weakness I can use while still being respectable.) Manager: Goromi-san... do you know what the most important thing in a cabaret is? Goromi: Ah? What is it? Manager: It's that the customers can relax! This should be a place where they can relax even more than their own homes. Manager: That's our policy Goromi-san, so, I won't be able to hire you. Goromi: What the hell? Manager: You have a smell on you... the smell... of blood! Manager: Have you been in a lot of carnage? You can't hide that smell Manager: Being assaulted by such a smell... I'm unable to relax! Manager: That's our policy... So! I can't hire you! Goromi: If I could scrub that out, then you'd hire me? Manager: Ehh? Ehhhhhh... to get rid of that... well... Goromi: Is that perfume right there? Gimme just a little. Manager: Th-this perfume?? W-Well, no way, it's...extremely valuable! Manager: P-Plus... you can only get it from scratchers. So I can't give it to you! Goromi: Huh, guess I'll do that then. Manager: Eh? Goromi: The only reason ya won't hire me is my smell, and I can fix that with perfume. Goromi: I can get that perfume right there if I can get enough scratchers. Goromi: So I'll go get that scratcher perfume and come talk to ya again. Goromi: Then everything's roses and Goromi gets hired. That about right? Manager: Y-Yes... Goromi: Yes! You just wait here a sec. Manager: What a powerful woman... <scratcher event runs> <back at SHINE> Nishida and Goon: ................. Manager: ............ Goromi: What? Don't ya wanna tell me how I smell? Manager: ......Y-Yeah... It's like being in a flower garden. Goromi: So you're sayin' I don't reek of blood anymore? Manager: R-Right... Goromi: So then... Goromi got the job? Manager: Yeaaah... I look forward to working with you... Nishida: Um, I'm really sorry about my boss... We'll make up for any inconvenience... Manager: Thank you for your concern... Goon: Anyways, boss, you never did tell us why you became a cabaret girl...? Nishida: I also don't know why... Goon: To think I have to listen to you... Nishida: This is no good...! I'm going to be beaten again...! (tl note: it was really hard to tell who was talking to who here, so sorry if it’s confusing) Goromi: What a mess. Oi, Nishida! Nishida: Y-Yes? Goromi: Contact Kiryu-chan for me. Tell him that Goromi is waiting for him~ ❤️ Nishida: Eh? Kiryu-san...? Goromi: Obviously! This is all to get Kiryu-chan angry! Goon: ...How do you mean? Goromi: Gahhh! You really are an imbecile! Goromi: How? I wanna fight Kiryu-chan. Kiryu-chan don't feel like fightin' me. Goromi: Therefore, there's no choice but to change his mind. Basically I gotta get him riled up! Goromi: He comes to have a fun time at a cabaret club and ends up with a beard and an eyepatch- Goromi: It'll make Kiryu-chan'll get so mad! That'll be a fight! Bam! It's a perfect strategy! Everyone: .............. Everyone: I see...!

<event end>

Here’s a little bonus content: during the event Goromi took over as shopkeeper and running the gatcha rolls

She would also comment on what you did

[sanktnikolais]

Fool Truth

A/N: yep this is an old work to cover up the fact that i haven’t been able to write anything new ;-; so have this for now

set in the same universe as this other fic

Word count: 2176

Nikolai is tired of hearing his father's nonsense about his need to get married every time he sees him. So when the universe allowed his father to reprimand him about marriage again, Nikolai is able to say an excuse that would get him out of the situation and put him in a more complicated one.

Nikolai was ready to bolt from the battlefield.

          To hell with dessert, he thought, and yet his feet were still planted on the ground. Even after years of being away from their household, he could say he had missed their old, grumpy cook Baghra's chocolate mousse cake. 

          Maybe he should try holding on a bit longer, but one look from the man at the head of the table was only making running look like the most reasonable choice. 

          He braced himself over his father's next words, all too aware of what they would be. 

          "I've been talking to one of our partners yesterday," Alexander Lantsov started, his tone neutral as if he was delivering a monologue during one of their board meetings. He gave Nikolai an expectant look. "She's agreed to introduce you to her daughter."

          Nikolai felt his jaw tick in annoyance. He had expected this from his father; it was already old news. If there was one thing he got from him, it was stubbornness, and it was one of the rare times Nikolai hated inheriting that same trait. 

          Alexander continued to stare at him, and Nikolai could feel the gaze getting heavier with each second. 

          "Don't you ever get tired of trying to set me up with random people?" He put down his fork beside his plate as gently as possible even when slamming it down was inviting. "Because I'm exhausted, dad. Just drop it."

          The atmosphere in the room grew darker, the tension in the air crackling like electricity. Nikolai should have declined coming here, but his mother had insisted and she was sometimes the only one who could make the household a bit more bearable for him.

          He looked over to his older brother from across the table, seeing the amused smirk on Vasily's lips as he toyed with the glass of wine in his hand. Being the eldest came with a life perk; he was free to do anything he wanted and as he pleased. Whether it's scandalous or the barest minimum for their company, he would still be the favorite one. 

          Where his brother was pertained as Perfect Vasily, Nikolai was always Nikolai Nothing. Someone who would never appease his father's expectations of him. 

          So much for being the unfavorable second son. 

          Nikolai leaned back in his chair, already losing his appetite. He regarded Vasily with a nod. "Why won’t he be the one you introduce to your partner's daughter?" he said. "Besides, isn't he the one who will inherit all this? I think it's better for him to get married for a potential merging, and I see no benefit for anyone if I were to be engaged to someone of a big name."

          Alexander huffed in disbelief as if he just said the stupidest thing in the world. "You still don't get it, do you?" he said, his voice dropping to what it could sound was a threatening one. “I’m doing this for your own good.”

          “Oh, wow. Really now?” Nikolai’s voice had already risen, and it earned a look of warning from his mother but he didn’t bother acknowledging it. The rush of blood in his ears was raging. “My own good or for your own? As far as I remember, Lantsov Trading’s image wasn’t looking so good because of a certain scandal in one of the famous clubs in the city.” 

          Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vasily shift uncomfortably in his seat and Nikolai basked in the triumph of seeing his perfect big brother squirm. He fought the urge to smirk. 

          “Now tell me,” he goaded, not knowing where his confidence of talking back to his father was coming from, “is it for mine, or for your own image?”

          “Hey,” Vasily snapped. “Watch your mouth, Nikolai.”

          But Nikolai was having none of it and gave his older brother a pointed glance. “Shut it, I’m not talking to you.”

          The look of shock on Vasily’s face was priceless and Nikolai would have etched it in his mind if it weren’t for his anger taking over. He turned back to his father, whose face was now twisted into a full scowl as if he could lunge at Nikolai anytime he wanted to. Nikolai thought he could try to poke the beast out of its cage a bit more and see where it would go. 

          He put on an easy grin, the kind that he knew ticked at his father’s patience. “Please enlighten me, dad.”

          “You are no use in this family if you’re just going to continue your hobbies and not focus on doing important matters—”

          “Like trying to live quietly without you breathing down my neck and forcing me to marriage?”

          Alexander was visibly fuming, and Nikolai had to commend him for holding back. “You will not disgrace our name with your lack of achievements,” his father growled. Nikolai felt the words sting at his pride but he didn’t dare let it show. “Comply, else I will cut you off.”

          Nikolai chuckled humorlessly. Finally, something that makes sense. He put his hands up and shrugged. “Then cut me off. I’d gladly take it, father.”

          This somehow drained the last of his father’s patience because the old man almost threw the table up when he stood, his expression darker than the stormy sky. “You will comply whether you like it or not—”

          “I’m already married.”

          Everything went silent. Even breathing wasn’t even audible, as if everyone just decided to hold their breaths or some invisible force had forced them to stop breathing. 

          And for Nikolai, he might as well have stopped breathing. Panic overwhelmed the anger in his mind.

          Shitshitshitshitshit—

          The only thing keeping him from going insane and bolting off from their old home was the look of utter shock on their faces. It was one of the rare times they gave him their full attention, and Nikolai felt bitter when he realized it was a blatant lie that would make it happen again.

          But it didn’t change the fact the words he had just blurted out of control.

          You’re an idiot, Nikolai, an all too familiar voice echoed in his head, and for once, he found that he agreed with it.

          Another long moment passed. Nikolai’s legs were already shaking violently from under the table but he refused to break eye contact with his father. Doing so would only make his lie more uncertain than it already was.

          “What did you just say?” Alexander asked him when he finally found his voice. His grip on the table became impossibly tighter. 

          The calmness in Nikolai’s voice surprised even himself when he replied, “I said I’m already married.”

          “Since when?” his father asked in disbelief. “And to whom?”

          Nikolai was already expecting that question, and yet he still didn’t have anything to cover up for it. Who would he say? It wasn’t as if he had anyone that was convincing enough to be his girlfriend, let alone his wife. He had just dug his own grave with his recklessness and his family would see him lay rest in it. 

          You should’ve run when you had the chance, Lantsov, he silently berated himself as he continued to rack his mind for an answer. 

          Apparently, his distress didn’t go unnoticed by Vasily, as Nikolai could feel his gaze on him, and when he turned, he saw the first signs of a smirk on his older brother’s lips. If there was another thing Nikolai hated from his brother, it was Vasily always seeming to see right through everything. 

          Maybe he should just say something snarky enough to make them drop the subject—he didn’t owe them an explanation, not after treating him like he didn’t belong to their lives. He could just tell them to give up and leave it at that. He wouldn't mind another argument that would follow if it means straying from the current subject. 

          But of course, knowing his family, they wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted.

          Vasily huffed, catching everyone’s attention. He almost looked like he was about to say something more when Nikolai’s ringtone blared. 

          With a startled glance down his pants pocket, he slowly got his phone. The caller ID at the top of the screen glared at him in big letters.

          Attorney Grumpy. 

          A thought suddenly formed in his head. He hesitated for a second when he realized he was going to get himself killed with the idea. But he figured that if he was going to die either way, he would prefer it to be by her hand.

          Nikolai put on his usual grin. “Look,” he said, waving his phone up for emphasis, “she’s actually calling me.” He slid the answer icon to the right and put the phone to his ear, trying to keep his hand from shaking. He mustered up his most cheery tone. “Yes, dear?”

          A beat, and then, “Are you still in that family dinner and somehow gotten drunk?” Zoya asked incredulously, and Nikolai had to fight off a wince from hearing her tone. He opened his mouth to reply, but it seemed like she already knew his answer. “Because I’m not fixing your shit if you ever do something beyond compare. But I would make an exception if it involves punching your brother.”

          Her statement made him laugh genuinely, and the looks his family was giving him only became more curious. “What’s up?”

          “I’m crashing over tonight.” 

          He waited for another moment before answering something that would surely be the reason for his death later. But he had to keep up the pretense going. “I know that all too well, dear. Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. No need to miss me that much.”

          Zoya didn’t answer him right away, and he could already imagine the scowl on her face as she processed his words, and she was most likely thinking of the ways to murder him too. “Lantsov, what the fuck are you blabbering about?”

          One of his legs was already down the grave, and Nikolai sent a silent prayer to any deity who could hear him. Please protect me from her wrath later. He tried to smile, but he was sure it looked more of a grimace. “Yes, dear. I’ll be home in a bit.” He risked a furtive glance to his older brother, who was still looking at him quite suspiciously. And to sound more convincing, he went along with his instincts and blurted, “Love you.” 

          Then he ended the call before he could be given an earful of curses that would send his mother to a dead faint if she would ever hear it. As he put his phone back in his pocket, he could feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. Whether it was over his nervousness over the mess he’d thrown himself into or the last words he told Zoya, he didn’t know. 

          When he turned his attention back to his brother, he found that Vasily had his eyebrows raised as if he still didn’t want to believe about Nikolai’s married status. Nikolai challenged his brother’s look with his own, and a moment later, Vasily huffed and shook his head.

          Alexander glared down at Nikolai, a mixture of rage and confusion in his eyes, but it was the former that overwhelmed his gaze. “Who is she?” he asked, his tone demanding and angry. Nikolai suddenly felt nervous for no reason. His gut told him that there was something bad about to happen. An angry Alexander Lantsov wasn’t a man to be messed with, and Nikolai had just taunted the beast out of its cage. “And why didn’t you tell us?”

          A wave of protectiveness washed over Nikolai, and he glared back at his father as he said, “So you can break the marriage before it even happened? I don’t think so.”

          He grabbed the napkin at the side and used it to wipe at his hands before standing up. He was as tall as his father, but the old man always had the power to make someone shrink under his gaze, but Nikolai didn’t let it faze him.

          The scowl on Alexander’s face deepened. “Where are you going?” 

          “Why, home to my wife, of course. She’s waiting,” replied Nikolai with a sneer, and he could already sense the last remains of his father’s patience dwindling with the way he gripped the table again. But Nikolai was disappointed when Alexander didn’t decide to act out on it. Politely, he said, “Thank you for dinner.”

          With a final smile in his mother’s direction, he walked out of the dining room without as much as a glance back. When he felt that he was finally out of their sight, he let out a relieved breath. But there was still no denying that his hands were trembling as he got out of the mansion, and it wasn’t from the cold.

          What had he just gotten himself into?

          Nikolai shook himself out of his daze. At least he was out of their tight hold around his neck.

          For now. 

[shimmershae]

So.  Thanks to my new anonymous friend, this is going to become a thing.

Shae’s thinky thoughts about the latest episode--Acheron:  Part 2--beneath a cut. 

Because spoilers, however vague they might be.  

Let’s be real here.  This is more a stream of consciousness than anything else so if that’s not your thing, you are most welcome to nope right on out of this post.  Trust me.  I’ll completely understand, lol.  Sometimes?  I wish I could nope right on out of my own brain and the way it operates.  

That said?  Without further ado--

Episode 2′s opening, though.  Maggie trapped with hungry Walkers converging?  It totally gives me Glenn under the dumpster vibes.  I don’t know if that was intentional or just happy coincidence but way to link Maggie to her dearly departed better half, show.  

Is it just me or has Father G had more OOMPH to him these last few seasons?  Again, I have to ask--Rosita’s influence or no?  Regardless, I bet Seth Gilliam is loving the job these days.  

Side note:  am I gonna have to go to bed early every Saturday night from now until the end just so I that I might be able to SEE?  Something?  Anything?  My curtains are flimsy-ass.  I admit it.  But this is more frustrating than TXF.  Angela, WTF?  

No, seriously.  It’s like complete guess work who’s in these subway scenes.  Some of that has to do with them being overly populated by redshirts and the rest of it has to do with me having to squint and turn sideways to make out their facial features. 

Look at Daryl busting through concrete walls!  Should I call him the Kool-Aid Man considering NR has once again allowed himself to be led right into a biased, shipper trap?  Hmm.  I might.  

Imagine seeking refuge in those dark, filthy subways.  Any second now I expect to hear the skittering of rats.  Will Dog lose his effing mind a la Divergence?  He’s been shown to go off half-cocked that way, lol.  Oh well.  Guess it’ll be in character if he does.  

Impressive graffiti storyboards.  Does it mean something that it immediately cuts to the Commonwealth storm troopers afterward?  Maybe.  Who really knows at this point?  They been trying to gaslight us forever.  

LOL at Princess yet again.  Yumiko is just like da fuq is this person?  

No, really.  LMAO.  “That was her.  From last night.  Did you see how she was looking at us?”  

Then you have Eugene, hahaha.  “Oh God.  Why did he tell off the big guy?”  Like the man is totally me in this type of situation.  Not even gonna lie.  

“That’s right.  We want to talk to the manager.”  

I literally cannot wait ‘til Carol and Daryl meet Princess.  Can.  Not.  Wait.  

How sad is that note on that $100 bill?  Small moment but it totally gives me Season 4 vibes when they were on their way to Terminus seeking sanctuary.  

Hmm.  Remember how that place wasn’t what they thought it was?  I’m sure neither is the Commonwealth.  But I feel like what’s left of Team Family is totally going to do Rick proud, lol, and prove they’re messing with the wrong people if they try something.  

Daryl, Man.  You gonna have to get a better handle on your headstrong Fur Son.  I wonder if Dog would listen better to his mama?  Things to ponder.  

Sounds like Miko has this group’s number.  Or does she?  

Princess and Eugene totally look like they’re waiting their turn for the Principal’s office, LOL.  

“Stop moving!  You’re taking my nerves over the edge to a proverbial 11 on a scale of 10.”  I feel you, Eugene.  I do.  Also you, Princess.  Two of the most relatable TWD characters right there, I’m telling you.  

Princess is me when I really, really, really have to pee.  TMI?  Sorry, lovelies.  LOL.  I just...she’s so relatable.  

LMAO.  “If that fine ass dude in the orange suit...”  Princess and Mercer incoming in 3-2-----

Princess’s excitement over the toilet paper=PRICELESS.  

Eugene, Man.  You desperately need to develop a poker face.  

There’s Daryl getting another cool camera shot.  Angela?  You playing favorites again?  

Carol’s claustrophobia could have never.  I bet that’s in the back of Pookie’s mind.  You can’t tell me it’s not because Carol lives in there rent-free.  

Ohhh.  Back to the subway car.  Looks like we got the Maggie redshirts leading the way.  First sacrificial “lambs”?  

Maggie pistol-whipping Negan was kinda deserved, but he wasn’t all wrong so.  

Damn.  I’m no Gage fan.  He can fuck all the way off for what he did to my baby Lydia.  But Maggie over there with ice in her veins.  

Yep.  I think the dude just got one of the most gruesome deaths in a while.  Yuck.  

I think Alden’s faith in Maggie definitely took several hits.  I feel like he kind of had her on some sort of pedestal dating back to Hilltop times.  Father G, though?  The man is continuing to show himself a SAVAGE MFer.  

Josh gives Eugene such believable tics and mannerisms.  He IS Eugene.  

Thank you, Maggie, for lighting that flare.  I could not see a damn thing.  

What are these bad memories Negan alludes to?  Hmm?  Him being a shit husband to Lucille back when he was still taking her for granted?  

Father G on Gage’s Walker--”All that is, is a shell of a man, who died a coward.”  Kind of ironic considering Father G’s own origins, huh?  Has he any warmth in there for anybody but Rosita and Coco?  Does he equate it with weakness?  

“There are worse ways.”  And Maggie proceeds to paint us a horror story with mere words.  

Dark Maggie really surpasses anything certain fans have ever accused Carol of being.  Is she too far gone?  Who the hell knows?  I think it’s clear that she and Carol are both on a sliding scale of sorts when it comes to being able to compartmentalize shit to survive.  Personally?  I feel like Maggie might have leap-frogged Carol in this episode but it matters none because of the double standards so deeply entrenched in this fandom.  Both women have endured and had to do some horrific things.  It’s not a contest.  But it’s probably going to be turned into a season-long one.  

It’s almost like Kang was like, “Ya’ll bitches think Carol’s dark?  I’ll show you DARK.  Check and mate.”  

Whatever the reasoning, Maggie just got exponentially more interesting to me if not likable.  And before anybody out there comes at me, it’s entirely possible to be on a character’s side in some things and not be all up their ass in love with them, lol.  Like I’m attached to her because she’s family and Glenn loved her.  There’s a loyalty there and she absolutely is justified in her hatred of Negan.  But I’m not going to pretend her shit don’t stink like everybody else’s.  

Speaking of my baby Glenn.  What would he think of this version of Maggie?  I think he would be gutted and heart stricken that events led to her being like this but he’d understand because he’s pure like that.  Don’t mean he’d be A-OK with it all.  

Dog must be protected at all costs.  

Confession.  I know not the fuck who Pony Boy is, but I know him because all my fandom friends have pointed him out to me, lol.  RIP, Man.  I think you’re number’s up or close to it.  

Okay, though.  I admit it.  I am kinda LOVING Badass Father G.  

That scene in the subway car with all of them working to take all the Walkers out was already badass.  Then Daryl arrived and made it, in @freefromthecocoon’s words, HAWT.  LOL.  

Eugene staring at that little black book like it contains torture tools, hehehe.  

“Processed?  As in administratively?  Processed as in bologna or other meat stuffs?  This inquiring (enquiring?) mind needs to know.”  OMG, Eugene.  I admit it.  Even if it makes me look like a lunatic, LOL.  I straight up LMAO at that one.  I mean, ten years later and Terminus still fresh on the man’s mind.  

“You like feeling nervous?”  Well, no.  None of us that do, Mercer?  Do.  

Then he proceeds to make me howl with his “You can’t lie for shit” to Eugene.  

Josh McDermitt?  I love you, Man.  40 year old virgin, LOL.  

All this talk over the seasons of Daryl’s virginity and we have Eugene, hahaha.  But was he telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?  

Finally.  Some daylight.  Where I can see.  

Eugene’s relief at seeing his friends safe and sound was such a beautiful thing to see.  I loved those hugs.  

Mercer’s face when he snarled “beat cop” in disdain to Ezekiel.  I think I’m gonna love this dude.  

“I went to West Point.  Asshole.”  Yeah.  I am.  

I know they probably catfishing Eugene right here because spoilers tell us that ain’t Stephanie.  But my heart still did a little d’aww.  Angela.  Don’t play with his poor heart like that.  

What’s got Daryl so pensive, huh?  Is it that the note reminds him of kids being lost or taken from their family? Or separated from their family?  Is he thinking of those Grimes babies and wondering if Michonne will ever make it back and why and how she was able to leave them behind?  Tell me it ain’t that Find Me nonsense.  

“This place sure has gone to shit since the last time I was here.”  LMAO, JDM.  I mean Negan.  Sorry.  Sorry.  I still hate Negan, but JDM has me entertained at least since they gave the asshole some shades of gray.  And speaking of shades of gray.  I’m loving the gray beard.  JDM’s looking GOOD (hear that NR?  Embrace the gray).  Negan can still kick rocks, lol.  

Anyway.  That scene was CREEPY AF.  Not even gonna lie.  

The Reapers strutting right on up to our group like it’s The Purge:  ZA.  

My bad, Pony Boy. Now RIP.  

Dark, dark episode with loads of tension broken up by some welcome humor by Princess.  The girl is fast becoming a fave of mine.  

My baby’s back next week!!!

I’m just going to plug my ears and pretend they’re trying to capture/recapture the horses because they’re pets.  Not because they’re starving so bad they feel the need to eat them.  La la la la la.  I can’t hear you.  

[johannstutt413]

(requested by coldgoldlazarus)

“Hey, Blood, ya feelin’ okay?” Aak and his rival were in his office, ostensibly to commit crimes against nature but today weren’t really in the mood. More accurately, one of them clearly wasn’t. “Never seen ya so mis’rable before.”

“Oh, it’s nothing...I just wonder if I should finally ask her.” Warfarin sighed, sinking against his desk.

The Feline leaned in closer. “Ask who what?”

“...Oh, right, you don’t know. I forget you haven’t always been here.” She reached over and scratched behind his ears, a lonely woman petting her cat. “I’ve known Dr. Kal’tsit for some time now, but until their amnesia, she was dating the Doctor, and while they were gone, she was grieving, so...”

“Oh, I getcha. Now that I’m datin’ her, you want to make your move on Kally? Well, good luck with that, Blood.”

The Sarkaz sighed again. “I’m just not sure what I’d do if I ask her and she says no. It’s one thing to long for something but never go after it, and quite another to try to get it and know you never had the chance.”

“Man, she’s gotcha good and messed up if you’re doin’ this much thinkin’.” He inverted the usual headpat direction by patting her on the head instead. “Look, I didn’t wanna say anything and make things weird, but if the Doctor hadn’t confessed to me, I’d probably make a move on you, and lemme tell you, if she liked the Doctor, she’s gonna loooove you.”

 “You...You would’ve?” That was a twist she hadn’t seen coming.

Aak realized his mistake. “Fuck, actually said that, huh...Yeah. Still would, if things don’t work out for us.”

“Well, um, good to know.” Yeah, it definitely made things awkward. “How did she confess to you?”

“I went to talk to her cuz I was feelin’ down, she called me handsome while tellin’ me I’m where I oughta be, I called her out on it, and she ambushed me.” The Feline did his best to ignore the flashbacks to that first night that popped into his mind.

Warfarin nodded. “I can probably do that.”

“Sorry? Oh, to Kally.” He shrugged. “Maybe it’ll work, maybe it won’t. I mean, ya don’t seem like that kinda woman to me, y’know?”

“You weren’t here before my restraining order was signed.” The flash in her eyes told him everything he needed to know about that.

...Speaking of crazy. “I need to go do somethin’, so uh...Gonna have to kick ya out for now.”

“And leave me to ask her out?” Warfarin smiled. “I see what you’re doing. Well, if you insist.”

“Yeah, go get ‘er, Blood.” That hadn’t been the idea at all - that expression had put him in a Doctor-distracting mood - but whatever floated the Sarkaz’s boat. Or, maybe more accurately, started her ship.

------------------

Dr. Kal’tsit, as Warfarin expected, was in her office, shuffling through papers, when there was a knock on the door. “Come in, Warfarin.”

“You always know when I’m at your door,” she replied as she opened it before closing it behind her. “Do you have a minute?”

“For you, I suppose I can find one.” She looked up...to see the Sarkaz watching her very intently.

The vampress sat in the guest chair, leaning forward. “I need you, Kal’tsit.”

“You already have my attention.” Although the Feline suspected that wasn't quite what she meant. “What more can I give you?”

“So much more, I’m sure...but I’d start with a movie date.”

Ah. Yep, there it was. “Three weeks after she started dating your rival was all it took?”

“It was three weeks too long as it was...Far more than that.” Warfarin’s coat billowed ominously behind her despite a complete lack of wind in the room. “I should have told you how I felt when I first met you.”

“Really? You fell in love that fast?” Kal’tsit flipped a switch to turn on a coffee maker.

The Sarkaz shook her head. “At that point, I was only mildly interested, but if I’d gotten my foot through the door, I might’ve swayed you before the Doctor got to you, and you might’ve been spared some of the pain.”

“...Hearing you care about my pain is enough whiplash for one conversation, I think.” She sighed. “You’ve been here since the beginning, and you still waited on me?”

“I have all the time in the world, but I’ve already lost too much of that to saying nothing. If you’re going to refuse me, do it quickly.” She held her stare, waiting for an answer.

The Feline glanced down at her paperwork, made a quick note, and nodded to herself before answering. “Are you free tonight?”

“Yes, definitely.” Hell, she was a night owl, of course she was free. “Anything you want to see?”

“Not a movie, that’s for sure. Find me after work and we’ll go back to my place; I have a birthday cake I froze a week ago I need to eat, and I’d rather not give myself Type III diabetes eating it myself.”

Warfarin’s eyes widened. “Are you asking me for a date or a dialysis machine?”

“You can eat cake, I’m sure.” Kal’tsit smiled at her, and it sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. “Besides, if I remember from the last time you took a sample from me, I was a touch too bitter.”

“Blood sugar doesn’t literally work like that, though,” the vampress rebutted.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I know, I’ve read your papers. That was a joke. Will you come over to my place to help me clear out my fridge and my DVR of soap operas or not?”

“Oh, I’ll certainly be there.” There was a moment of silence. “Before I go, though-”

“One fluid ounce.”

The Sarkaz shook her head. “Not yet. Something more personal.”

“More personal than my blood?...Well, alright then.” Kal’tsit got up from her chair, meeting her halfway around her desk. “It seemed like you might take things slow for a minute there.”

“I may be almost immortal, but I’m not wasteful with my time. Especially not when it comes to you.” Warfarin took the opportunity to hug her, her heck tantalizingly close but denying herself the opportunity.

The Feline, however, did not. The noise the vampress made when she nommed her ear was priceless.

[gleefuldarrencrissfan]

Rim Job is finally complete!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24411913/navigate

Chapter 5- Payback

 “Blaine, honey.  Look at me, please.  I promise that it’s fine,” Kurt pleaded at his boyfriend who was buried under a stack of blankets.  “Please.”

A muffled voice came out from under a pile of blankets.  “I can’t.  I won’t ever be able to look you in the eye ever again,” Blaine groaned.  “It’s mortifying.

“You can’t look me in the eye anyway, shortie.” Kurt teased, gently tugging at the blanket that was on top.  “It’s ok.  It happens.  People fart.”

“But not in their boyfriend’s mouth.” Blaine sighed, letting his hand poke out of the blanket a little to swat at his boyfriend and immediately cover himself back up.”

“If you don’t come out of there, I won’t be able to finish what we were doing.”

Blaine popped out of the blankets sheepishly so that his boyfriend could see the shock on his face.  “Wait, you want to continue?  Even after I- did that?”

Kurt took his boyfriend’s hand in his.  “Of course I do.  It was an accident.  It’s not something you’ll make a habit of.  And it’s not like I’ve never farted during sex.”

“You have?” Blaine’s eyebrows arched in confusion.  I never noticed.”

“That’s because you are very loud in bed.  Although it’s happened more than once and I was sure you noticed.”

“If I did, it wasn’t what I was focused on.  I focus on the noises coming out of your mouth and the expressions on your face.”

“Likewise.  Actually, had you not jerked away from me and buried yourself under a mountain of blankets, I would’ve never brought it up,” Kurt explained.

“So you aren’t disgusted?” Blaine questioned, turning his head to look his boyfriend in the eye.

“No.  Intimacy is messy.  That’s why it’s meant to be private.  Shared only between the two of us.  I couldn’t be grossed out because it’s you.  Remember that night that you got drunk at Rachel’s party.” Blaine blushed in embarrassment.  “You threw up on my Doc Martens.  That was gross, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to be with you.”

“I threw up on your shoes and you still wanted to date me?”

Kurt nodded.  “Because you’re you.  I love you, Blaine.  All of you, even the messy, stinky, or awkward parts of you, if I didn’t make that obvious by what we’ve done this weekend.  I wouldn’t just agree to wax my ass for anyone.  And I definitely wouldn’t give just anyone a rim job.  Only you.”

Blaine smiled.  “So you didn’t hate it?”

“Are you kidding?  I”ve never been so turned on in my life.  I thought your dirty talk was erotic before, but damn, Blaine.  Your mouth can get absolutely filthy, Mr. there are certain words I try not to say,” Kurt teased as he kissed Blaine’s cheek.  “It was so sexy. I kinda came on your sheets.  The ones you’re wrapped up in right now.”

Blaine stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. “Wait! You came?  I didn’t even touch you,” 

“On contraire, the way you pulled my hair, scratched my back.  It was the sexiest I’ve ever seen you, with your legs spread open for me, ass in the air, smooth and perfect.  You’re gorgeous, Blaine, and I loved every moment of it,” Kurt explained, kissing Blaine square on the lips.  “In fact, I think I’m ready to pick up where we left off.  Bend back over so we can continue where we left off,” 

“Hell yes,” Blaine sputtered as practically yanked the rest of the blankets off and let them drop to the floor as Kurt pushed him back on the bed.

“Roll over, baby, so I can fulfill your fantasy.”

“Kurt,” Blaine took his boyfriend’s hand lovingly in his own.  “Really, we don’t have to finish if you don’t wan-”

He was answered by Kurt flipping him over and pulling him to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor.  “Less talkin’ unless you’re telling me what you want me to do to you.  Tell me, Blaine.” Kurt said, blowing hot breath over Blaine’s parted cheeks.  “What do you want right now.”

“Your tongue, on my ass.  Please,” Blaine begged.

“As you wish,” Kurt said, and then proceeded to lick at the pink asterisk that was so plainly on display in front of him.  Kurt started with a kitten lick, tentative and slow.  “Like this?”

“Kurt, you little tease, like before.  Harder.”

Kurt ran his tongue in the crease of Blaine’s thigh.  Right here?” he teased again.  Kurt felt Blaine’s body shiver underneath him.  

“Tickles,” Blaine chuckled.  “Kurt, please, don’t tease.”

“Then say it.  Say what you want me to do to that gorgeous pink hole of yours.

“Lick it, baby,” Blaine whined.  “Lick it like it’s mocha flavored ice cream.  Run that gorgeous pink tongue all over it.”

“Right here,” Kurt questioned as his tongue ran slickly over Blaine’s puckered hole.

“God Yes, Kurt!  Like that.  Right there.  Right there.”  Blaine hollered, his head jerking back as Kurt licked at Blaine’s entrance, lapping it in long strokes first and then adjusting to short, flicking motions with his slick, wet tongue.”

“Yes, Kurt!  Yes!  Fuck me with your perfect tongue.  Please!” Blaine panted, his voice cracking at the end. “So perfect.”

“God Blaine, yes! Kurt said as thrust his tongue inside Blaine’s hole, lathing it with his saliva as he jerked his own erection.

“So close,” Blaine moaned, his body spasming and thrashing against the mattress.  “I’m gonna-”

Blaine didn’t even get to finish his sentence as stars shot in front of his eyes and the most intense orgasm he had ever had exploded in every nerve in his body.  

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“Blaine!  Blaine!  Baby? Are you ok?”

Blaine opened his eyes to his boyfriend stroking his face.  “Did I black out?”

Kurt nodded.  “You scared me for a second there.  I thought you might have had a seizure or something.  You just got really quiet, but I didn’t worry quite as much when I saw the wall.”

“It hit the wall?” Blaine’s head jerked around so he could see where Kurt pointed.

Kurt nodded.  “Yep.  But I cleaned it up.  You’ve been out for like five minutes.  Was it really that good?”

“I didn’t get to finish with you yesterday, but yes, it really was.  And now, I get to show you, after a few more minutes of recovery,” Blaine smiled as he rested his head on Kurt’s milky, white chest.  “Would you like me to?”

Kurt nodded.  “It actually felt pretty amazing for me too.  Until Cooper barged in on us.  Where is he, by the way?  He hasn’t barged in on us once today.”

“Oh shit!”  What time is it?”

At that exact moment, Kurt heard a buzzing.  “Is that your phone?”

“Nightstand,” Blaine pointed.  “I turned off the ringer so that we didn’t get interrupted.  He’s called three times and sent seven texts. I hope he’s alright.”

“What’s wrong?” Kurt inquired, pulling on his underwear.  “Is he ok?”

“He left a message,” Blaine said as he cleaned himself with the damp cloth that Kurt had set aside for them.  “Oh God!  He went for the wax without me.”

“Is he mad?”

“He sent a video message.”

Cooper popped up on the screen, waving wildly as he sat shirtless on a massage table while a few women busied themselves with tasks in the parlor. “Hey Squirt!  Thanks for making the appointment for me.  I know you said you’d go with me, but it sounded kinda awkward to have my brother come with me while I get my ass waxed so I went without you.  I decided to get my chest waxed too.  They told me I’d be three times sexier if my rock hard chest was smooth.  I asked one of the ladies to record it so you could see the results.  So far, It’s not so bad,” Cooper said as a pretty Asian woman slathered the wax on his chest.  “They tried to get me to shave it first but I told them I could take it.  The wax actually feels pretty- HOLY SHIT!”  Cooper screeched as the lady ripped off the large strip of wax near his nipple.  “ BLAINE, YOU LITTLE JERKOFF!  THAT HURTS LIKE HELL!  TURN IT OFF!  HELL NO, I'M NOT LYING BACK DOWN.  AND THERE���S NO WAY IN HELL YOU’RE JERKING THE HAIRS OUT OF MY ASS.  BLAINE, I’M KICKING YOUR ASS WHEN I GET HOME.  ACTUALLY, NO.  I HAVE A BETTER IDEA.”  

The video ended abruptly.  

Kurt fell back on the bed laughing.  “Oh my God!  That was priceless. Did you tell them to do that?”

Blaine nodded as a massive grin spread across his face. “Next time, he’ll call first,” he chuckled.  

He sounded pretty pissed.  What do you think he might mean by saying that he had a better idea.”

“I don’t know.  It’s Cooper.  Remember when he got the bright idea to try to sneak backstage at that Queen concert because he was “famous” enough that the security guard would just let him back.”

“How long is banned from the Nationwide Arena?” Kurt laughed.

“Until 2022,” Blaine chuckled.  “If his big idea is as well thought out as that one, we have nothing to worry about.  Besides, don't you always say that karma’s a bitch?”

“Almost as big of one as I can be,” Kurt added with a smile.

“You are not a bitch unless someone deserves your wrath, and then you just dish out what’s coming?” Blaine said, kissing Kurt with a loud mwah sound.  

“And you know what should be coming right now?  Me.  I believe we have unfinished business,” Kurt growled, pulling Blaine down on top of him.

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Half an hour later, both boys are lying naked on Blaine’s bed, kissing lazily, loosely wrapped up in a thin sheet.  Kurt let out a sigh and kissed Blaine squarely on the lips.

Kurt sighed as he kissed Blaine sweetly on the forehead.  “Now I get it.  The reason you blacked out.  That was amazing, Blaine.  Totally worth the waxing, although I probably won’t endure that again.”

Blaine nuzzled Kurt’s cheek.  “I told you that you didn’t need to do it just for me.  It’s up to you.  I put the wax away in the bathroom cabinet in case you want to do it again.”

“Did you push it to the back? I don’t want your housekeeper or your mom finding it and asking us where it came from.  It was bad enough when Lupe found our lube and told your mom about it.” Kurt chuckled as his fingers caressed his boyfriend’s bare chest.  

Blaine nodded to signify that he agreed.  “That was mortifying. I got “the talk” after that.”

“Oh please.  My dad gave me the talk after you decided that he needed to give me one.  It couldn’t have been been as bad as the one my dad gave me.  There were pamphlets. How could your experience be worse than mine.”

“My mom gave me a family-sized box of condoms and then demonstrated how to put one on using a banana.”

Kurt laughed. “Oh my god.  That is so much worse,” That’s the reason you almost upchucked when I suggested banana splits that weekend.” Kurt chuckled. 

 Blaine nodded as Kurt’s phone beeped. “Hey, no phones when we’re messing around,” Blaine reminded Kurt.  

I’m sorry but it’s buzzed three times.  I figured it might be important.   He grabbed his phone and started checking his notifications.  “Hey, Cooper posted something on your Twitter wall,” Kurt said with a smile.  

Blaine reached over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.  “I hope it’s the waxing video.  That was hilari-” Blaine froze.  “Oh my God!  Kurt, did you read it?  He tagged us both.” Blaine asked, thrusting his phone in Kurt’s face.

“Oh my God!  I’m going to kill him!”

Cooper Anderson aka slash savings:  So I have a big announcement.  I’ve got a gig on a brand new show that will air next summer.  Thanks to my baby bro, Blainey and his beau, Kurt Hummel, for the advice on rimming.  Apparently, my gaybies are sexperts after what I walked in on yesterday.  

Underneath was a photo of Blaine bending over a very bare looking Kurt.  It was obvious that they were naked even though Cooper had blacked out the boy’s asses.

 “Oh my God!  It’s a public post.  And he crossposted on Facebook!” Blaine exclaimed, scrambling out of bed, the sheet barely wrapped around him.  “I’m going to kill him, he said as he grabbed his laptop off of the nightstand and jerked it open.  He opened his Twitter and pulled up his account.

“You?” Kurt shrieked.  “The girls, Mr. Shue! My dad.  They’re all on Facebook.  I’ll never be able to show my face again.  Can you delete it?”

“It’s not my post.  Oh my God.  He posted twenty minutes ago.  People have already started replying.” Blaine exclaimed as he scrolled through the tweets.

N. Puckerman, Mercedes Jones and 33 others like this.

Brittany S. Pierce: No fair!   When Kurt and I were dating, I couldn't even get him to lick my armpits.  :(

Rachel Barbara Berry: @Brittany S. Pierce.  Ew!  

Finn Hudson:  Oh God!  That’s my little brother!  I’ll never unsee that!

Fair Porcelain @Finn Hudson: I’m six months older than you.

         Santana Lopez @Finn Hudson: Judging by how much of your little brother Coop blacked out, there’s nothing little there. 

Puckerman aka Puckasaurus: Dude.  How do you squeeze all of that into those tight ass pants you wear?  Emphasis on a tight ass.  @Blaine Warbler: seems you loosened him up a little, in more ways than one.

Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix:  Wanky!

Finn Hudson: I’m outta this conversation.  

Mercedes Jones:  Do I even want to know what rimming means?”

        Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix:  It’s some kinky shit.  Pun intended.

        Kurt Hummel@ Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix, you said your lips were sealed!

        Santana Lopez@ FairPorcelain apparently Blaine’s weren’t and neither is your ass.  Get it Kurt!

       Fair Porcelain@Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix, remember our conversation in the car. I’d check all your products and hair care products for the next six months.  Payback’s a bitch.

      Santana Lopez @Fair Porcelain:  Shutting up.

      Fair Porcelain@Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix, Too Late!

Puckerman aka Puckasaurus @FairPorcelain: No reason to get all anal on us, just Blaine.  LMAO.   

Artie Abrams:  I knew they had to be getting it on since after West Side Story, yo.  I mean with the way Blaine’s dancing has gone from boy band corny to some hip thrustin’ action.   

Rachel Barbara Berry:  Oh my god!   This is my best friend.  How am I ever gonna look at him straight again?

       Puckerman aka Puckasaurus@ Rachel Barbara Berry:   No worries.  Judging by that angle, Blaine doesn’t look at him straight either!  8^D

Quinn Fabray:  It looks like with your flexibility and willingness to show some skin, Sue might want to recruit both of you for the Cheerios.  

Fair Porcelain:  This was supposed to be private.

       N Puckerman aka Puckasaurus @ Fair Porcelain:   Oh trust me.  We see privates.  

Santana Lopez aka Auntie Snix:   Wanky!!!!!!

 Blaine Warbler @ Cooper Anderson slash savings:  WHAT THE HELL, COOP!  THIS IS INEXCUSABLE! TAKE IT DOWN THIS INSTANT.puckerman aka Puckasaurus:  Take it down.   Oooh! I bet that’s what our boy Kurt said.

Fair Porcelain @ N. Puckerman aka Paulasaurus:  Oh shut it!

      Puckerman aka Puckasaurus: I guarantee that  Anderson didn’t say that!

Blaine Warbler @ N. Puckerman aka Puckasaurus:  Stop 🛑!

      Puckerman aka Puckasaurus:  I guarantee he didn’t say that either!

Fair Porcelain @  N Puckerman aka Puckasaurus:  Butt out!

Artie Abrams aka Captain Wheelie:  Another thing I bet Blaine said at that particular moment.  :^D

Fair Porcelain:   I hate you all right now, especially you@ Cooper AndersonSlash savings

 Cooper Anderson slash savings@ Fair Porcelain:   It looks like you were lovin' My Little Blainey boy very much in that moment!  

Blaine Warbler @ Cooper Anderson slash savings:  I’M WARNING YOU! TAKE IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!

Cooper Anderson slash savings @ Blaine Warbler:  Or What, Squirt?  :^D 

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Cooper chuckled to himself as he read the comments on his Twitter page.  It was just a joke.  He was totally going to take it down.  Eventually.  Once the sting from the waxing subsided.  He winced as he softly rubbed over the bare spot on his chest.  All of a sudden, his phone began ringing.  He answered it without even looking, which he immediately regretted doing when he heard the high pitched squeal from the other side of the line.

“Oh My God!  Is this Cooper Anderson?  From the Free Credit Rating Today Dot Com Commercials?  I can’t believe that you tweeted that video with your phone number!  My girlfriend Celeste, well, my bff, not my girlfriend, girlfriend, said that I shouldn't call because a real celebrity wouldn’t actually tweet his phone number, but I told her it had to be you because I follow your Twitter religiously and you do crazy stuff like this all the time.  And hey, don’t worry about the botched wax job.  That shit hurts.  You’re still a sexy-”

Cooper hit the end call button and pulled up his Twitter to see that Blaine had responded to his Tweet.  

Blaine Warbler@Cooper Anderson slash savings: Digging your new look!

He didn’t even have to click play to know it was the video of him getting waxed, but it wasn’t just the short clip he had sent Blaine.  It was the entire session which had ended with him running out of the spa with only a towel clutched around his waist, screaming obscenities.  He couldn’t even watch the video without being interrupted every few seconds by another obnoxious fan calling to see if it was really him on the phone.  He quickly deleted the video and changed his password when he heard his phone ring again.  

“Hi, yes, sorry mate, but this is not the superstar Cooper Anderson from the FreeCreditReportratingsTodayDotCom,” he said in his best Australian accent. “Someone was just pulling your leg-

“Cooper, darling.  This is Slyvia, your agent.  And Bridgett from PR is on the line.”

“Cooper, Oh My god!  What have you done this time!  Tweeting your number?” Bridgett screeched.

“I didn’t do that.  That was my brother.  But I’ve already contacted Verizon about changing my number and I took down the tweet.  Hopefully, it won’t be that bad.”

“Oh, I wasn’t even upset by all of that, Darling,” Slyvia said matter of factly.  “I’m more upset by the announcement on Facebook that you’re down exclusively doing gay porn.  I told you  if you wanted to do that, then I could hook you up with the right connections.  Just last week, XXXTRA contacted me about you doing that new movie, How to Strain Your Dragon: The Hidden Hole.”

“Sylvia, I’m not doing porn,” he sighed.  “Not again, anyway." Cooper sighed and muttered to himself. "Well played, Blainey. Well played." 

“Oh poo, darling.  But are you still wanting to do the article with Men’s Health magazine?  They’ll want to do an exclusive with you.”

Cooper smiled.  “They want to do an exclusive with me?  Why?  Because of the show and the life-saving techniques I learned for the role?

 Bridgett laughed.  “No.  They want to do an exclusive about your mechanophilia. It’s not every day that somebody admits that they like to stick their junk into tailpipes and engines and stuff.”

“What!” Cooper gasped, causing him to almost fumble his phone.  He took a deep breath.  “Ladies, I’ve got to go.  Please call the magazine and tell them I’d be thrilled to do an interview, but that someone was just playing a joke about the car thing.  I like to have sex in cars, not with them. But I’d love to talk about the complications of performing CPR on a mannequin and how I almost drowned after I hit my head when I dove into the wrong side of the pool.” Cooper chuckled.  “And I’ll make sure that I will change my Facebook password too.  But I have to go.   I need to make another call.” Cooper hit the end call button and hit Blaine’s name on his contacts.

“BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON, I WILL KICK YOUR HAIRLESS AS-”

“COOPER EUGENE ANDERSON, YOU ARE EXPECTED HOME IN TWENTY MINUTES, IS THAT CLEAR, YOUNG MAN!” 

“Yes ma’am, I mean, mom.”   Cooper gulped.

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"Hey, gotta wrap this up.  Mom said five minutes and I'm pretty sure she means it," Blaine said into his camera.

“Was it worth it, being grounded for a month?” Kurt asked Blaine over Facetime. 

“Yeah, it really was.  You should’ve seen Coop’s face.  Mom’s really scary when you do something to embarrass our family name,” Blaine shuddered.  

“I’m sorry,” Kurt pouted.  I didn’t mean to get you grounded.

“Don’t be.  Even with all this craziness, I had the most incredible time with you, and it was all worth it, although it sucks that we won’t be able to do it again for a long time,” Blaine said with his biggest puppy-dog pout.

“That just means we’ll have to improvise,” Kurt grinned slyly.  

“What do you suggest?” Blaine asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“When I went to that sex shop, I might have picked up something that I didn’t let Santana know about,” Kurt smirked.  “Something we could play with.”

“Oh God, Kurt.  Did you buy a toy?”

Kurt smiled and bit his lip, his cheeks blushing red.  “Maybe.”

“That’s so hot.  We’ll have to-”

All of a sudden, Kurt’s door jerked open.  Finn held up Kurt’s new razor.  “Hey, dude.  Is it ok that I borrowed your razor?  I couldn’t find mine.”

Kurt bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter when he thought about the last thing he had shaved with that razor was Blaine’s ass.  “Yeah, sure.”

“Why do they call it the Lawnmower?” Finn asked, scratching his head.

“I’m sure they have their reasons, Finn,” Kurt laughed.  

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Author’s Notes:  Well, that’s it for this piece.  I hope that you all liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Reviews are like chocolates.  I’d love to hear from you guys. 

[angelkurenai]

Imagine giving Jack a gift for Christmas, his new jacket, and making Dean jealous and grumpy because you don’t give him the same attention anymore.

“I still don't fucking get it.” Dean mumbled, walking into the map room where both you and Sam were seated and checking his computer for a new case.

“And nobody's shocked.” you mumbled with a smirk, teasing the older Winchester but being totally unprepared for the dirty rag that was thrown in your way by him “Ew Dean!”

“That's for being mean.” he pointed at you like a stubborn little child and you rolled your eyes at him, still with a fond smile “And it has nothing to do with how any of the girly stuff you've got laying around works.”

A small giggle escaped your lips “You shouldn't be messing with them, told you so.” you pulled away from Sam “What is it now?”

“It's just-” he wiped at some of the dirt on his hands “I've been checking on the heating system and I can't figure out what's the problem with it.”

You frowned “Should there be a problem with it? My room's just fine.”

“Yeah, no, I know. Mine's fine too. It's Jack's that's got the problem.” he sighed, plopping down on a chair tired. You looked at him, blinking.

“Jack's?” you tilted your head to the side “Last time I was in his room it was perfectly fine. A-and I was there, like, last night. If I remember correctly.”

“Yeah, that's the thing. I can't find the probl- Wait.” he paused, his back straightening and his head shooting up in your direction “Last night?!” the second he questioned, you cursed at yourself in your mind for letting the words slip “What the hell were you doing in his room last night?!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and certainly not missing the opportunity to hit Sam on the shoulder when he snickered “I think the main focus here is the heating system, not what I was doing in Jack's room last night.”

“Oh fucking hell no, no it's not!” his voice raised, even coming out a bit high-pitched, as he looked at you accusingly “What were you two doing last night?”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest “You know what?” you started, a smirk growing on your lips “I would go into detail, but I don't wanna give you a heart attack, old man. You know, given your age, it could have a dangerous effect on you. Not to mention given the fact that's it's been so long for you ever since, well, you know- had any of it.Hope your memory's still working well.”

“Wh-what?!” if the look on his face before wasn't priceless, then it now certainly was.

“A-alright.” Sam coughed slightly, clearing his throat as he tried to cover up his laughter “I think you were talking about something else at first. What's the issue with the heating system in Jack's room?”

Dean's lips parted, ready for him to speak but he decided against it; clearing his throat “I've been checking on it the entire morning, trying to find what's the problem, but I can't. It seems to be working just fine but I know there is something wrong with it.”

“How so?”

“Because-” he started but his eyes fell on Jack who was entering the room at the moment “Of that!” he motioned at him “He literally doesn't get the thing off, in and out of the bunker! There must be a problem with the heating system if he's feeling cold all the time!” he threw his arms in the air, nearly in exasperation.

“What?” Jack asked with a small frown but Dean only shook his head, letting him wear the red fluffy jacket he just couldn't let go of and look at you with a bright smile which you returned.

“You mean the jacket?” you raised an eyebrow at Dean, glancing at Jack who looking at down at it with pride and happiness, before Dean nodded his head.

“I think Dean's got a point there.” Sam spoke up, making you look at him “I run into Jack three times yesterday and he was wearing the jacket all three of them and he wasn't going out. He was just staying in the bunker, going on with his day as always. It has literally become one with him, it's starting to worry me.”

“Why?” Jack asked with a small and very adorable frown and small pout on his lips “Don't you like it? I- I thought I looked good. (Y/n) told me I...”

“And you do Jack.” you said with a confident and reassuring smile, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a squeeze that made his smile return “Honestly, you've never looked better! You're gonna make all the girls swoon for sure!” you winked at him and he laughed almost shyly, giving you that adorable smile and nod of his head that meant he believed you “You actually look great in it and the boys know it too. Right guys?”

“No, yeah, she's right. It's a great jacket, b-but what we're trying to say is-”

“Does it run in the family or what?” Dean asked with a smirk “First Cas attached to his trenchcoat, now you to this jacket.”

A small laugh escaped Sam's lips “See, Jack, that's the thing. It's- it's a great jacket but you- You're seriously wearing it all the time. Literally all the time and, unless you're feeling cold all the time, it's a bit strange. How attached you are to it all of sudden and all that. I- I mean, we had not seen it before and all of a sudden you're not taking it off unless it is time to go to sleep. It even got Dean to think you're cold.”

“Cold?” he tilted his head to the side “No! Of course no, I'm not. This is actually a gift!” he said with a sparkler in his eyes, making you smile at the cheerfulness in his voice.

“A gift?” Dean raised an eyebrow “A gift from whom?”

“A gift... from (Y/n)!” he said ever so innocently as you took hold of your bag and came to stand right next to him again. You saw the way both men's eyebrows raised, their expressions different, yet similar in that of utter and complete understanding as realization dawned at them.

“So-” Sam was the one that had a growing smile on his lips “(Y/n) gave you a gift. (Y/n). The jacket is... (Y/n)'s gift to you. Your favorite jacket is (Y/n)'s gift to you. Of course it is.” he chuckled leaning back in his seat, nodding his head and making you narrow your eyes at him and the smirk on his lips. Wether it was about your or Jack you didn't know, but the latter got you interested. Jack had really not taken it off at all because it was your gift and it meant something special?”

“What's that supposed to mean, Samuel?”

He still laughed, though, shaking his head “Nothing just... makes sense.” you could practically hear the teasing in his voice but you didn't have time to question it.

“You-” Dean started, certainly no smile on his lips “You gave Jack a gift?”

“Yep!” you said cheerfully, not missing the hurt and nearly offended look on his face that matched the one he'd given Jack when he called him and old man. You fixed Jack's fluffy collar, before you cupped his cheek and kissed the other. You heard something like a choking sound and a laugh and you didn't have to ask to know which was each Winchester. You faced them again with a smile, continuing “And it looks like the best choice I've ever made!” you wrapped your arms around him from the side.

“Y-you- a gift to Jack- Why?”

“Because-” you shrugged “It's Christmas! We spent the holidays together, of course! Since you guys were working and were so set on getting the case done, it was just him and I and I didn't try to get you to join us because I know you guys don't use to celebrate it. But I was set on giving Jack the full holidays experience and I did! Tree, Christmas decorations in our rooms at least, Christmas shopping. Lots of that because I realized we had none of it. Of course, plenty for that Christmas dinner.”

“Cooking with (Y/n) is so fun!” he broke into a bright smile.

“Y-you cooked too?”

“Yes, of course! It wouldn't be Christmas without the homemade dinner by yours truly! Jack deserved only the best.” you winked at him an his smile only got bigger, if possible “Anyhow, he helped me. We got gifts to each other, exchanged them, watched Christmas movies nd had some hot chocolate, you know the drill.”

Dean's lips parted once more but he said nothing. Instead he looked down at his hands with a frown and almost pout and Sam was the one to speak up “Glad to know you two had fun. And did you enjoy it, Jack?”

“Oh yes of course! It was great to find out about all the customs and I got (Y/n) a gift too!”

“Which, I'm guessing, she hasn't taken off either.” Sam noted with a smirk and you shot him another dirty look.

“She- she said she liked, I really hope she did.” he looked at you, still unsure about and a bit self-conscious and you took hold of his hand to give it a squeeze, nodding your head “And yes, I enjoyed all of it! Cooking was great as decorating. But my favorite is definitely the misletoe!”

“The what?!” once more, Dean's high-pitched voice as he exclaimed, made it nearly impossible for you to hold back your laughter.

“You know, the misletoe. I helped (Y/n) hang one up when she was struggling and she told me the story about it. And apparently when two people are underneath a misletoe, they-”

“Alright, Jack, that's enough honey.” you giggled, mostly at Dean's wide eyes “We don't need to let Dean every detail about what we did under the misletoe or what it lead to. He gets it.” you took hold of his hand “I think it's for us to go now. Won't be too late, just a supply run.”

“Bye!” Jack said with a smile, holding your hand as he walked next to you and you tried to hold back your laughter, especially as you glanced over your shoulder at Dean.

“The mislt-” he was still mumbling words in disbelief to himself, shaking his head ever so dramatically as Sam was laughing but definitely ignored him and went back to his research. He knew Dean wasn't going to get over this soon.

.

..

Nowhere near soon in fact.

“The freaking misletoe?!” he ended up exclaiming again after lots of mumbling to himself.

“Alright what's your deal now? The misletoe or everything else she might have hinted?” Sam raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat.

“It's- it's not the misletoe. I mean, not all of it maybe. I mean maybe half of it. I mean- Shut up!” he huffed “You know what I'm talking about and this ain't about it. Not just it, at least. I- I-”

“What?!” Sam asked exasperated yet with a laugh when he saw the look on his brother's face.

“I wanted a gift too.” he ended up mumbling and anyone could swear that was a pout on his lips “I- I wanted some of that homecooked stuff too. She rarely has time to cook for me- us, I mean us, lately. Not to mention cuddle while watching movies, it's been very long for that too. And I- She gave Jack that cool jacket, at least for him, why couldn't I- we, we get any of it?”

“Uh alright big boy-” Sam blinked, amused smile on his lips at the sulking 39-year-old man in front of him “I'll just ask her if we can repeat Christmas just for you, yeah?” he closed hi laptop and got up from the table, ready to leave.

Not before pausing and adding, though “Maybe that way you'll finally get the opportunity to kiss her under the misletoeand not sulk over not getting the same attention as Jack. But if she gives him a gift on Valentine's day, I'm warning you, I won't be here to hear your jealous tantrums.”

“I- I don't throw-” Dean started but Sam cut him off, voice loud and clear as he walked away.

“Yes, yes you do!”

[alwaysforyouscully]

My X-FEST 2 Experience!

Friends and followers this was truly a pleasure. I was only able to go on Saturday but my X-Files heart is full with great memories!

Here's my recap on one excellent day, we (my daughter and I) got our passes and went to the hotel restaurant to eat breakfast. I heard Mitch before I say him. He was at the table next to us and about 15 minutes later Nick came down and joined him. I never thought the back of their heads would be exciting but...

Anyhoo... we go inside the hall and everyone is in their booth. This was really well organized, plenty of space and easy access to whomever you wanted to see. Everyone when straight to the Gunmen and Nick so I went to Sheila:

I was her first autograph of the day and she was sorry she only had a black pen. She asked her assistant if she should have a lighter pen. I said it's no problem just meeting her was great. She said "I hate this picture." I said oh no, it's how I'll always remember you and she said "You know I still have this jacket in my closet." I was like really, do you ever wear it? And we both laughed, I'm not sure why? Lol 😂

Next I went to see Annabeth:

There were a few folks in line and when it was my turn for an autograph, she looked up and saw my shirt. She said "That's me! Where did you get this?" I told her off the internet and she grabbed her phone and told her assistant to take a picture. Just a note, she is lovely! And from this point forward we will have the 'That's Annabeth' count. This is 1.

When I walked into my photo op she grabbed my hand and said "It's you! I sent our picture to my husband and he said where did she get that? It's great!" Again she is a freaking gem!

Okay next was Mitch. As most of you know in April of 2018 I went to South Texas CC to see Mitch and he got the flu and cancelled 😣. My daughter felt so bad for me that she sent him a message on Twitter. He sent her a PM back and said he would send me some cool stuff...he did and after his last message to her he deleted his Twitter. So on to current day.

I get in line and my daughter is at a side table organizing my pictures. The lovely @jenniferalarza painted a piece for me plus I had JJ Lendl's "Kitten" poster for him to sign. When I got to the table I showed Mitch the envelope of all the things he mailed me last April. He was shocked and said "You came all the way here from Texas?" (He remembered 🤗 ) I told him I had to meet him and pointed to my daughter and said she's the one that sent you the message, then you quit sm. He was looking at the painting and without looking up he said, "Yep, she's the reason I quit." He laughed and I said she really thinks it's true. He came around the table and without slowing down, he headed towards her saying "I'm going to tell her it was because of her that I quit" He got to her and I couldn't hear what he said but she flushed and kind of teared up. Next he pulled her into a hug and headed back to the signing table. He signed both pieces then stopped. He said "She really thought she was the reason? Damn, I'm so sorry." Now I was tearing up. 😥

Mitch was the last photo op on Saturday and I still had 3 tickets left. My daughter and I decided to each take one individually and one together. Mitch saw us and we did the group pic first. He put his arms around us and said "We finally made it!" Yes Mitch, we did. Thanks 😘

Mark Snow was next to Frank Spotnitz and both of their lines were consistent but not too long. I owed the beautiful @dontpointdownthere a favor so we went to Mark next.

The favor was to ask about the song playing on the jukebox in "Dreamland ll" when Mulder and Joann, then Morris and Joann are at the bar. I asked Mark if he knew the song and he couldn't remember so he called over to Frank and asked him. I described it as best I could but Frank couldn't remember either. Sad news for @dontpointdownthere . 😥

I went to Mark's panel and I got the lyrics in the mean time. Frank was at the panel too so I showed him the lyrics and he took a picture with his phone. I met back up with Mark later and showed him the lyrics and along with the folks in line we tried to jar his memory. No joy but it was fun trying!

After the lunch break it was off to the Lone Gunmen. Again @jenniferalarza did a beautiful piece for me, so on to the signing:

Tom was first, he was very sweet and loved the painting. After folks in line heard it was fanart, they all wanted to see it. Everyone was very impressed!

Bruce was next and he was, umm, more like Byers than I thought he would be. First words upon seeing my shirt, "That's Annabeth" (that makes 2) He looked at the picture then asked my name. He said "This is really good, lots of fan art isn't, lots and lots are terrible." He started to sign and put my name at the top then stopped and signed his name at the bottom. "Oops! I forgot what I was going to say." Oh well, guess we'll never know Bruce!

Dean was last and his line had been the longest most of the day. I heard him talking with a fan while I was waiting for Mitch and he was telling her how he does pet portraits now. He even pulled out his phone and gave her an impromptu art show! Lol When I walked up he said "Hi! Is this Annabeth? (#3) and I said sure is. So I handed him the painting and he was about to sign then asked "Is this a print on canvas?" I told him it was the original and he was upset about signing it. I said no, please sign it, that's why my friend painted it for me so the three of you could sign it! He was just floored and started asking how much it cost, was it commissioned, how much was shipping from Spain and on and on. He said "I'm doing portraits now so I need to know these things."

His photo op was the last of the Lone Gunmen. The lines for the photos went super fast. Each person was given a 15 minute slot and none used all of the time. I went in and he said "That really is Annabeth!" No joke (this was 4). And just before we took the picture the photographer said hold up a second we're moving a little fast. Talk amongst yourselves. Dean said "So, Annabeth huh? You got this off the internet? I don't know if this really looks like her. Look at that chin, her skin is too dark, the forehead is all wrong. You know it doesn't really look like her at all." (I'm counting this as 5) I laughed and said, I guess not but she liked it. "Oh gosh, she's seen it?" Yep and she took a picture of it too! By now the photographer was ready and off I went.

Nick's photo op was after the Gunmen:

I walked in and I shit you not he said "That's Annabeth!" (Up to 6) Yes, she really loved it. He put his hand out to shake mine "What's your name, we haven't met today" I said, No not yet, you've been too busy. "For you? Never." I did swoon, just saying because the gray scruff is working for him.

While I waited for the photo my daughter went to his table to wait in line, when I got there she was the only one there so perfect timing. He showed up about 10 minutes later and we walked up. He greeted my daughter and there was a card on the table for the 'I wanna believe' X-Files parody show and she asked if he'd seen it. He said "Not yet but it's going to be on YouTube so I'll watch it later." My daughter told him it was worth his time and really funny. I told him Krycek had an important role so he needed to check it out 😊! He signed my picture and called over to Annabeth, she was next to him, "Hey, you saw this?" pointing to my shirt. She said "Yes, isn't it fantastic!" (I'm counting this as 7)

Chris Owens was my last autograph of the day:

This guy is priceless, so warm and funny. He was telling a story about David to another fan when we walked up. He told them that David had called him to come back for S11 because he wouldn't have to put all that shit on his face this time! Lol I guess that worked 😂!

I picked the Postmodern Prometheus pic for him to sign and said I know it's not your best face but I loved this episode. He laughed and said "don't be so sure, this was one of my best." He got up from the table and gave me a hug. I was just in shock by his kindness!

That's finally it folks. A great day all around and an Annabeth shirt that will never live down it's fame!

Thanks for a great day X-Fest2!

And don't forget to check out @iwannabelieveparody 's YouTube channel to see this awesome show!

[gwenbrightly]

One Does Not Simply Jump Overboard

aka the long awaited Of Milk and Cookies Chapter 14 

Lloyd was pretty sure that if there was an award for totally reckless bravery in near-death situations, Zane had just won it. He'd felt his heart drop when the nindroid dove overboard into the frothy ocean below, the dangers of losing a teammate (no, a brother) before they even made it to the Dark Island to confront his father suddenly very real. And this realization terrified him. His inner monolog of oh no, oh no, oh heck no had lasted way too long before he'd finally sighted the master of ice arriving safely back on the deck of the Bounty again. He was pretty sure Zane had no idea how not okay they would have been if he hadn't ultimately reappeared. Lloyd was barely holding himself together without this reminder that his adoptive family of awkward teenagers might not make it through this in one piece. It had been easy to channel his inner Kai while they were back in ninjago and act all cocky and confident, like nothing was wrong. But the farther from home they traveled, the less sure of himself, or their mission, he felt. The fact that he still wasn't used to his mother's somewhat smothering presence wasn't helping. She was obviously trying, but her efforts couldn't erase years of absence overnight (a fact he sometimes wondered if she realized). He wasn't oblivious to the dark looks Kai and Nya had been shooting Misako whenever they felt she was overstepping unstated boundaries, either. If only their reunion could have been like Zane and Doctor Julien's...

"So," Nya said, interrupting his thoughts as she finally managed to figure out where Lloyd had hidden himself away after dinner, "Today was kinda a lot, huh?"

He grinned wearily at her as she joined him in the little tent he'd scrapped together where the sloped roof of the Bounty flattened into a platform like surface.

"Yeah. Just, just a little." the blonde agreed. He looked out over the darkening expanse of ocean, not quite sure what else to say. They sat there in silence, enjoying the temporary peace.

"I, uh, just wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren't too furious with Zane for almost getting himself killed out there today." she explained, eventually, before wrapping herself in a spare blanket. Nya's ability to sense when he needed someone to talk to never failed to amaze him.

"Oh." Lloyd replied softly, "I – yeah… that was… How does he do it?"

"Do what?" Nya asked.

"Just jump right into helping people, without worrying about his own wellbeing?" he clarified.

"He's Zane, built to protect those who can't protect themselves. It's just who he is. I'm not even sure he realized jumping into the ocean to save that leviathan was dangerous at the time…" She told him as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Lloyd looked over at her, quietly asking, "Nya? What would we have done if – if he didn't…?" He cringed a little, not liking the way his voice cracked. She leaned against him, grounding him before he could allow himself to dwell on the what if's for too long.

"I dunno. I really don't. But he's still here. We all are. It's gonna be okay."

"Yeah, but for how long?" he couldn't help but mutter. Nya shifted sideways, regarding him for a moment before saying anything.

"You're worried about what happens when we reach the Dark Island." she observed knowingly. The Green Ninja opened his mouth, shut it, and sighed.

"I-I… it's just… everything is happening so quickly now… we'll be there by mid-day tomorrow and… I'm… not sure I'm ready for this… facing my dad? It scares me… I'm not brave like you, or Kai, or Zane… I'm just…. A scared kid in a teen's body." he stated in a small voice, turning wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed them.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how you can be so amazing at seeing the good in others, but totally miss it in yourself. You're one of the bravest people I know, Lloyd."

"R-really?" Lloyd snorted wetly in disbelief.

"Would I lie to you?" she retorted, booping his nose with affection and pulling some tissues out of her pocket. Yeah, she could definitely tell he'd been on the verge of crying.

"Well... If you thought it'd make me happy..." he offered up lamely. The raven-haired girl shook her head in disbelief.

"I guess you've got me all figured out, green bean." she relented, marveling at how grown up her baby brother was becoming. Even if he didn't recognize it yet.

"But I'm serious. You really are an incredibly brave person. Who came to save us when everyone got captured by Pythor?"

"I mean, I kinda got caught too, but, me." Lloyd stated.

"Who talked an entire school of future villains into embracing their inner light?" Nya continued.

"Also me. Just not sure I'd call that brave." he protested, making a face, not sure if he appreciated this trip down memory lane.

"And who used the Tomorrow's Tea to defeat the Grundle, knowing full well that it would have irreversible consequences for them?" she finished. Lloyd frowned. He'd rather not dwell on that decision. It had really done a number on him since.

"That's different..."

"Is it, Lloyd? Because I don't think you would've done any of those things if you weren't at least a little brave."

"Okay. So maybe I am brave..." the blonde caved, deciding to let Nya win this one, "But that doesn't change how terrified I am, Nya. What if I can't do it? Mom says he'd never hurt me, and I don't wanna hurt him, either..." he said, referring to his father, "But when it comes down to it, one of us is gonna have to hurt the other... I-I... we're supposed to fight..."

Nya listened to his ramblings with patience, waiting for him to trail off before she offered her own thoughts.

"Remember what I told you when we first found out you were the Green Ninja?"

"That... you couldn't wait to see Kai's face when he realized I technically won the deal?" Lloyd recalled, looking a bit less troubled at the memory.

"I wasn't wrong. His reaction was priceless!" she laughed softly, "But what I meant was... Kai and I – we promised you wouldn't be alone when the time came. We're gonna do everything in our power to keep that promise. So, you don't have to fake being okay just because you don't wanna worry us."

"Pft... I definitely haven't been doing that." he deadpanned, knowing that to deny it would be a lost cause. His sister rolled her eyes at this.

"You're allowed to be scared and unsure. Just remember, you have an awful lot of people who'd do anything for you, no questions asked. Even if some of them are total idiots in how they go about showing it." she reminded him. He put his head on her shoulder, comforted by her words. His family might not be experts when it came to acting responsibly, but he loved them just the same.

"Definitely total idiots." Lloyd agreed, laughing a little himself. Nya gave a contented sigh and let him snuggle against her. This conversation seemed to be just what he'd needed. She only wished it wasn't necessary, that she could give him some assurance about how the prophesied battle would turn out okay because he was Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, the kid with a heart of gold and an incredible sort of light radiating off of him. But she wasn't psychic. She didn't want to make false promises or whitewash the danger they were in. So instead, she settled for, "Speaking of idiots, I can think of one who needs to be told a thing or two about jumping overboard with no warning and giving us all a heart attack."

"Wanna go yell at Zane?" the Green Ninja asked with a snort.

"Do I ever!" Nya said, grinning wickedly. Together, they left the safety and seclusion of the rooftop tent in favor of locating the nindroid. As it turned out, they didn't have to look for very long. The sound of laughter drew them to the kitchen; Zane had turned his humor switch on once again, much to the bemusement of his father. Obviously he'd ended up in good company.

"Oh, Zane..." the samurai sang sweetly as she and Lloyd entered the room.

"Yes, Nya?" he answered, reverting back to his usual self. Nya took a big breath before laying into him.

"Do you have any idea how DANGEROUS it was to jump overboard like that?! You could've gotten yourself killed! Are you trying to traumatize Lloyd?!"

"Yep, I'm definitely traumatized now," Lloyd joined in, showing no mercy. Dr. Julien followed the tirade with amusement. His poor son seemed to be at a loss for words.

"But I... We... Sorry?" Zane protested weakly. He rushed over to Lloyd. He seemed... Fine? There were no visible signs of emotional scarring?

"Promise me you'll never do something like that again?" Lloyd begged, giving him his best puppy dog eyes.

"You know I am unable to completely guarantee anything, as it is my duty to protect you and others, but... I shall do my best." he told them. Having weaseled out this assurance, Nya decided that it was time for them to stop pestering Zane over his questionable life choices.

"We're glad you're okay." she stated, smiling at the nindroid to make sure he knew they weren't too terribly upset with him. "So am I." he replied. Lloyd hugged him tightly, catching him a little off guard, but he didn't mind. Tomorrow they would reach the dark island. The future was unpredictable, but for tonight, everyone was safe and sound.

[ravens-rambling]

omg Prinxiety and “Wanna get high and watch your favorite movie?” (if you wanttt)

A/N: Haha this was a fun prompt and I had a lot of fun writing tiny Pat and Lo! So I hope you like it!! 

WC: 1,474

ships: Romantic Prinxiety 

warnings: Bad luck days, Mentions of child abandonment, Mentions of crying uuhhhh idk 

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It was a very loud dramatic huff that made Roman’s body finally relax. Today hasn’t been…great. He accidentally slept through his alarm this morning and cause of that the kids got ready late. Then he spilled his coffee on the way to work. Couldn’t get home in time to change before he had to help everyone so he walked around stage with a coffee stained shirt. Virgil couldn’t drop off a new shirt for him having been too busy himself with his own work. Once he finally got home he was exhausted and ready to sleep as soon as he walked through the door but for some reason as soon as he did Virgil practically ran out it mumbling something about having to get some stuff he forgot. He had to serve Lo and Pat’s dinner. And bring them to bed. Which on most days would be fine but on this day…

He felt like he wanted to cry.

It wasn’t Virgil’s fault, it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t anybody’s fault. All he wanted was a bit of a break is all and it seems the world doesn’t want to give it to him.

Though what did make him smile and make it through the day was the fact that before his kids left for the bus he kissed them both on the cheek and waved goodbye. Course Pat kissed him back and waved practically bouncing in place as he wore his bright blue jacket with rubber ducky’s on it. And his blue jeans with yellow rainboots on. He looked like the sweetest little thing. He even had a little blue bow in his hair. Even just picturing it he wanted to go upstairs and just scoop up his darling and swing him around and give him so many kisses that they both would be dizzy off of giggles.

Logan, now Logan has always been a tough cookie to crack, a cookie that he hasn’t quite figured out yet. But somehow Virgil has managed to bring down the small boys walls one by one. How he does it Roman has zero idea. When they adopted these two brothers just over a few months ago he knew they were opposites just from a glance but it still amazes him how much they really were that. Logan is always the serious one, always the one that has to act formal and proper even if he’s still a youngster. Roman suppose its from the fact that Logan had to take care of Patton when they were in the orphanage and foster care. Maybe it was the fact that they had to take care of each other for their first few years…

Whatever the case he still loves Logan to death, of course he does, he just needs more time to figure out his boundaries and bring down some walls that’s all. Which he will set his heart on learning.

Roman drew a breath as he stared up at the ceiling with a dazed smile. Oh, how his heart swelled at seeing Logan with a book that’s way too big for his size barely able to carry it as he wobbled his way towards the bus not waiting for Patton nor waving back to his dads. Even though he was 8 he still insisted on wearing a tie every day at school. His dark blue brain jacket looking so adorable on him that it took all Romans willpower not to snatch him up and kiss him. He’s learned the hard way Logan does not like that.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the door opening. Nor somebody stepping in the living room.

“Yo. Princey. Got something for you.”

The sudden noise caused the man to jump at least a foot in the air and he huffed as he heard loud laughter. His brown eyes met the sight of his handsome husbands giggling face. Well, now he can never stay mad at that face.

“How dare you scare the mightiest princes in all the land! You hideous foe!”

Through his laughter, he snorted, “Excuse you. Who are you calling hideous? I have you know I think I’m rather dashing. Why else did you marry me for?”

“Oh shush I rather think you are the beautifulest Prince who has ever stepped foot on earth!….besides me of course. And I married you for a million reasons, not just that!”

“Roman if you don’t shut up right now I won’t tell you what I got you.”

“Okay okay! Tell me! Tell me!”

Even though today has been bad he could always put up a smile for his husband. He dove off the couch almost slipping as he forgot he was wearing socks and almost slid right on the tile but he ignored that and ran into the kitchen with a big dumb goofy grin.

“What did ya got me! I wanna know, tell me tell me!”

Virgil giggled, “Jeez calm down princey. If I won’t know any better I would say you’re the child here. But fine,” He lifted the many many bags he placed on the counter and the floor in his hands and smiled devilishly. Oh, this cannot be good… That smile only comes out when he has something evil planned.

Before Roman could say anything Virgil smiled brighter and said, “Wanna get high and watch your favorite movie?”

If Roman was taking a drink he most certainly would have spat it out. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he blubbered, “What?!”

And of course, Virgil laughed so hard that he had to drop what he was holding in fear of the stuff dropping as he had to grip on the counter to steady himself. Through his laughter Roman perked up an eyebrow and glanced at one of the bags to find dozens of half sale Valentine’s Day chocolate. Wait…

“Hey! That wasn’t cool dude!”

“You…. You should have seen… The look on your face! It… It was priceless oh boy,” Virgil managed to say through his laughter his cheeks were bright red by now.

“Haha. Very funny, Dark and Gloomy. Give me the chocolate you are restricted.”

“What?! But Ro-”

“That’s what you get for making fun of me!”

“Oh come on you make fun of me all the time. Let me take this one!”

Roman smirked, “Okay… But for a price.”

Instantly Virgil knew what he was talking about and smirked back, “Oh really. We going there huh?”

“Ya betcha.”

“Mhm… Okay then,” Before Roman could even take a breath cold lips met his warm ones and his eyes widened in surprise. Well, he wasn’t expecting the kiss to come on suddenly like that! Not like he was complaining though…

They stayed like that, both of their bodies and limbs slowly molding together until they were one. Each of them holding the other as they let their negative energy from the day fly out the window. And just as soon as it came on it ended way too soon in Roman’s opinion.

He huffed as Virgil drew away, crossing his arms and frowning. Virgil just laughed at him and poked his tongue out, “No worries love. You’ll get more of a taste tonight. But first, help me start off on this candy and hide the rest before the kiddos find it.”

“Fine… Were you joking about the movie-”

“No, I wasn’t babe. Let’s go.”

“Yay!!”

In his revenge Roman scooped up his husband before the other could protest, it wasn’t his fault he was so lightweight! And started carrying him towards the living room and the couch only stopping to carry some bags on the way there. At first, Virgil tried to protest but soon gave up to start laughing and giggling.

Yeah, Roman hasn’t had a good day. But his husband and kids make up for all his misfortune days. If this is what awaits him at home he was perfectly fine with having a few off days cause this was well worth it.

“You really got all this for me, my dark knight?” He mumbled as he grabbed a Reese’s.

Virgil glanced over and nodded as he cuddled up more into his chest, Aladdin playing in the background. Smiling he mumbled, “Yeah… Since you were having a bad day. And I know how much you love your chocolates. I remembered that a store still had some chocolates left from Valentine’s so I bought them all.”

“You bought them all?!”

“Yep. It was a good sale, bite me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Maybe I will. What are ya gonna do about it princey?”

Roman chuckled and shook his head sighing deeply. He kissed his husband’s hair as he hugged him tighter, there were slight tears to his eyes as he mumbled quietly, “Say I love you more than anything.”

[the-little-shoebox]

Delivery Part 1 (Junktown Story)

Look! I got back into the writing mood! A rare thing! This is inspired and suggested by @kelly-clickspring​ in that good old Junktown setting. This is actually going to be a two-parter story for a lot of reasons. Mostly that I like to write things in more bite-sized chunks and want to control the focus a bit. So with all that said, I really hope you guys like it! Also sorry for any typos or mistakes. I did this all in one go and was too excited to edit. Rest of the story is under the break! ——— There were…. a lot more people than Wellwire remembered at the trading post. Even earlier in the morning, the place seemed bustling with life of all sorts. Humans and junk giants made their shadows dance along the dirt and their words of barter and trade sang in the wind. She could even see a couple of automatons in the mingle, some carrying what their traveling companion had to offer in exchange of that bag of grade A flour. Shoebot easily blended into this ground as she slithered along the ground, her pilot monitoring everything from the internal cockpit. They were here on business just like everyone else, a drop-off to the local tavern. 

The draconic robot swiveled and watched the crowds go by, sensors firing on all cylinders as designed. There was just so many people around, so many things.  Her sails rose and fell, ‘eyes’ bouncing in her head as she navigated the streets. “Ok, tavern. We have to get to the tavern.” Wellwire vocalized. It was the biggest building in the area, so locating it wasn’t a problem for the duo. Shoebot gave a whirl as she spotted the front door, gliding along and stopping right outside. The entrance was a large one, dwarfing the robot as she looked up the door. “Actually, probably better if we use the backdoor. More cover that way.” Shoebot whirled back some artificial chirping at the suggested order, pulling away and slinking around the corners of the massive building. Shadows coated the back of the bar in shade. The noises outside had quickly dulled in intensity over here, far enough from the excitement to revert into the background. Again Shoebot targeted the door, rearing herself upon it and pawing at the wood to be let inside. “Here with your orders,” Wellwire spoke through her radio, voice making the speaker on her vessel’s neck come alive with a transmission. “Anyone home?” At first, silence. Silence for honestly more than a minute. Strange. They should be open by now, right? Shoebot kept knocking at the door, even scratching a little trying to clamber up some noise. She pulled back after nothing, huffing some hot air out of her vented snout in frustration. Wellwire also gave a sigh of her own inside. Looks like they’d have to wait for a while. The dragon stood at the door, starting up it before her ears suddenly lifted at a growing noise. Footsteps? “Looks like I’ve been beaten to my own establishment.” A hearty laugh erupted from behind, more than enough to make Wellwire jump and Shoebot twirl around to face the owner of the pub. An absolute mountain of a Junk Giant stood in their way now. With a strong build and a yet a friendly face covered with a blonde beard, this fellow was quickly recognized as Roger and indeed the bartender/owner of this tavern. He smiled down at the little robot as she continued to stare at him, locked on before starting to ‘talk’ again. “Dammit Roger that scared me.” Wellwire brushed herself off out of sight. Shoebot added her own mix of complaining into the stir, which only made the big guy chuckle a bit more at the display. 

“Sorry for the spook then sugar.” He teased as he walked past, Shoebot following at his heels as he went for the door. “Though it’s always a sights eeing people coming around before the door are even open.” As soon as the door open Shoebot rushed inside, skittering to the closest barrel as she started to climb up it towards higher ground. Green copper claws and that long slender segments hull made quick scaling work, keeping up with Roger as he made his way to the main counter of his area. As busy as it was outside, it was dead quiet inside. The stools and tables were still and untouched from the closing hours. It was uncanny for such a place, but comforting for business purposes. Shoebot slid her way across the counter, making more noises towards the giant to keep up. “Okay,” Wellwire piped up. “What did you order again and where do you want it placed? In the back? Around here on the counter?” Roger now sat cross-armed at his station, watching the dragon aspect of this hidden pair stare him down. “You know you can lighten up around here.” The big guy’s hand reached for the dragon’s back, patting at the metal and causing Shoebot to twirl around and try to twist playfully around his arm. “You know you can get out of that little automaton of yours while around here.” “Annnd you know that I’m not doing that until I have to unpack this stuff.” Yes, Roger was aware of Wellwire’ s little trick with getting around being seen, but that was a tale for another time. Shoebot growled a teeny bit too, protective about letting her creator go. Roger just rolled his eyes, using a finger to rub the end of the bot’s nose and making her cross her eyes. “I know I know. You can put leave the shot glasses here and the rest I’m sure Clover can come out here herself to get her share. Speaking of while…” Clover, the resident borrower of the scene, shook her head as her name was addressed. She has been watching the entire scene from the rafters as soon as she heard scratching on the backdoor. Why did Roger have to be so forward sometimes?! She really didn’t want to go down there, it wasn’t really that necessary. Before she could disappear back into her hiding ways, she felt those large green eyes lock onto her form. “Dammit Roger.” She scolded, even though she knew her voice didn’t carry to him. But it was enough to lock a certain robot’s attention. Shoebot sounded off towards them, an attempt to say hello that wasn’t returned. Clover cowered at those lavender eyes staring right through her, ducking behind a beam. Right, that thing could pick up her little sounds. Great. “Hey,” She could hear the borrower inside call up to her. “How about I drop Roger’s things off, then I’ll come out and meet you in the backroom?” There was no response from Clover, the redhead just sighing to herself as she started to move back. Back into the safety of the walls where few could follow. Wellwire sighed to herself, pressing a button or two to get signal Shoebot to get ready. The serpent slithered off of Roger’s arm and settling on the counter, still keeping an eye on the giant as she lowered her head to the ground. “Don’t try anything,” Wellwire warned the bartender as she made her way out. A latch was lifted as soon the top of Shoebot’s head opened with a pop, exposing the little borrower behind the controls crawling out. Roger felt a bit of a smile etching into his features as he watched the little one slide out onto the counter, noticing how she kept her eyes trained at her foot for a moment. “Oh come now. Ya know I don’t bite.” He teased, chuckling some as Wellwire only rolled her eyes. She still had to talk into her radio while she was out in the open, her voice still projecting from Shoe’s neck speaker. “Save the teasing for your clients ok?” The gal rubbed Shoe’s side as she traveled down, the robot staying still as the hatch to her main hull was finally slid open. “Shot glasses right?” Roger nodded as he just watched, knowing that if he couldn’t really do much as Shoebot stared him down like he was on fire. “Yep, can never have too many of these when rush hour rolls around. Got a fresh batch of bourbon yesterday and I know how people of ready to wet their gullets with a fresh batch of anything around here.” Wellwire listened to him talk as she stepped inside the hull, rolling out the glasses that were wrapped around with fabric to keep it somewhat safe. To everyone’s relief, nothing had scratched or broken from the trip here as the sheet was removed, clean shiny glass glinting in the light. Roger’s smile grew a bit more at the sight of them, slowly reaching out to ever so delicately collect one with his fingertips. It was so small in comparison. It was practically minuscule between the digits, just the slightest bit more pressure and it could shatter into dust. “Would you look at that.” He commented to himself, just admiring the scale for a moment. “Huh? Did something happen to it?” Roger glanced down at the borrower’s question, a quick little scheme popping into his head. He brought his hand back down to the counter, leaning the teeny cup towards them. “I can’t tell. Think you can give me a second opinion?” Wait, was something actually wrong with it? Wellwire lifted a brow as the shot was brought close. She leaned in close to investigate the shot that was about her size if not a little smaller. It looked fine to her. No cracks of scuffs, perfectly fine. Before she could open her mouth to report this, however, Roger made his move, scooping the too close borrower up into the glass. Instantly the little gal yelped as the movement, finding herself upside down inside the shot lifted upwards. As the colors outside mixed and she worked on getting herself right, the next clear thing she’d see would be a giant green eye filling her vision on the other side. Roger could be felt laughing again, rocking the glass Wellwire was now stuck in a bit as he held it. “Not funny!” She finally shouted, Shoebot now had prompted herself up, hissing with sails and wings flaring towards the teasing man. “Don’t worry don’t worry I’m just having a little fun is all.” He reassured the anger robotic reptile, carefully setting the little glass back down on the counter. “Sorry, couldn’t resist the opportunity.” He was still chuckling at Wellwire’s reaction, it was just priceless. The borrower poured herself out onto the floor, Shoe instantly slithering closer and looming over to make sure she was all there in one piece. She was shaken, but not stirred. She’d be okay. “It’s alright it’s alright.” She reassured, grabbing her hat from the bottom of the glass. “Just… don’t do it again.” “No promises kiddo.” He joked, giving that jolly smirk again before looking to the other glasses. “Alright, I’ll put these up while you finish up the rest of your order. She’s probably waiting for you two back there already.” Oh, right. Wellwire still had to meet Clover to take care of her half of the order. She nodded at that, closing the side hatch before slipping back into Shoe’s cockpit. “Will do, a pleasure doing business with you as always.” Roger reached back towards the robot, earning a tiny growl at first as his fingers closed her head hatch back up with a click. To ease the still salt serpent those fingers then went to scratch underneath her chin, the kind gesture helping her calm down a bit after his little prank. “Don’t be strangers now ya hear? See you both soon enough.” Shoebot nodded with a chirp while Wellwire reacted in a similar but hidden way, soon the duo dropping back to the floor to tackle the second half of this mission. Borrower to borrower.

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, procrastinatingart1st!

November 22 -  Wintershock please, super fluffy! for @procrastinatingart1st

Written by @backwardsandinhighheels

Darcy flicked her door closed and dropped into the nearest armchair, bag falling from tired fingers to the floor. “Home at last,” she mumbled, letting her eyes droop shut.

There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” she called, after a moment.

“It’s me,” Bucky said, poking his head around the door. “I was hoping you could help me with my phone, it keeps crashing. I think I need to clear the cache again but can’t remember how.”

Darcy groaned. “Can’t you just Google it?”

“I thought it’d be easier if you took a look.” He stepped inside, held up his phone. “Please?”

“Go away,” Darcy snapped, chucking her own phone at his head.

Bucky dodged the phone, his right hand reaching up to catch it before it fell to the floor. “Is this a bad time?” he asked mildly. “How about I come back later?” He put the phone on the table by the door and retreated, the door clicking shut behind him.

“Ugh,” Darcy muttered, immediately feeling bad. She pulled herself to something resembling upright and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Good job, Darcy. Throw your thousand-dollar smartphone at your boyfriend.” She gazed longingly at the novel she’d left on the coffee table and sighed, before getting to her feet. “Time to go eat humble pie.”

She knocked on the door and waited for the “yeah?” from inside. Unlike many of the other long-term Tower residents, Bucky’s apartment was plain, inside and out. They spent most of their time together at her place, but so far she’d resisted his attempts to keep more than a toothbrush and change of clothes there.

“It’s me,” she called, echoing his greeting from earlier. “Can we talk?”

“One moment,” he said. A few seconds later his door swung open. “Okay, let’s talk.”

It took her a few seconds to understand what she was seeing. Bucky, along with the shirt and jeans he’d had on earlier, was wearing the old WW2 helmet he’d been awarded when the US government finally issued that pardon. “In case you feel the need to throw something again,” he explained.

Darcy couldn’t help it - not that she was trying very hard. She laughed. It started with a snicker that erupted into full blown peals of laughter, not only at the helmet, but at the mock-hurt Bucky put on until he joined in. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, between breathes that were more like wheezes. “I - I was grumpy - and I took it out on you.”

“I figured it was something like that.” Bucky held the door open so she could come in. “On the apologising front, I have to admit I think I remember how to clear my cache. I wanted an excuse to see you.”

“Since when do you need an excuse? We’re dating.”

He shrugged. “I ain’t gone steady with a girl in 75 years, Darce, and that last girl was planning our wedding the third time we stepped out. I freely admit I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Darcy squinted up at him. “Do you miss her?”

“Who, Dot Goldstein? Nah, I looked her up a few months ago. Got a whole passel of grandkids and spoils them rotten.” He shook his head, as if to clear the memories. “Didn’t come here to talk about another girl though, did you?”

“No, what were we talking about? Oh, yeah, spending time together.”

“It’s gotten pretty difficult since you got that promotion.”

“I know. I want to see more of you, I do, but then I get home and all I want to do is sit down. Between work, and errands, and, y’know, all that adulting…” She made a face. ”And now I reminded myself I need to put something together for Pepper’s hen’s night.”

Bucky bit his tongue on what he was going to ask. “Need a hand?” he offered instead.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “If you detach your arm and pass it to me like Buzz did, I will not be responsible for my actions.”

Bucky affected an innocent expression. “Buzz? Who's Buzz? You see the hat? I am Mrs Nesbitt!”

Darcy snorted. “Okay, bonus points for the reference. And if you’re happy to help, sure! I’ve got all the ingredients, but they take a while to put together.”

He doffed his helmet and folded into a grandiose bow, before chucking his priceless WW2 artifact onto the sofa and offering her his arm. “I’m at your service.”

She took the arm, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“So is Steve’s bouncy little running style, but you don’t hear me making fun of him for it, do you?”

“You were totally mocking him this morning, Nat told me!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t hear it, did you?”

“To hear it, I’d have to be there for it, and I draw the line at running before the sun is up.”

“Darce, you draw the line at running full stop. The last time you moved faster than a brisk walk was when you were trying to catch the bus downtown.”

“And I rolled my ankle, which proves my point. Running is evil. I couldn’t walk for a week.”

“You had me piggyback you to the store.”

“Oh yeah! I was very impressed with the return trip.”

“What, the one where I carried you and your groceries?”

“Yep, and you didn’t drop anything!” Darcy clasped her hands under her chin and batted her eyelashes. “My hero.”

Their banter carried them all the way back to Darcy’s, where she pulled an assortment of foods from her pantry which Bucky chopped and assembled to her specifications. He wore a thin glove over his left hand, careful not to get cream cheese in the joints, and they soon lapsed into a comfortable silence, broken only by her directions or his questions for clarification. Soon, they had three platters of assorted appetisers and a few extras that they sampled in the name of quality control.

Darcy hummed in pleasure as she tried the miniature lemon meringue tart, eyes closed to savour the taste. “This is really good.”

“Absolutely,” Bucky agreed, taking the opportunity to fiddle with one of the other tarts.

“Thanks for helping out. This was really nice, you know? Just hanging out, doing this together…” Her eyes flickered open, but she couldn’t seem to meet his gaze. “I was wondering if -” she took a breath “- if you kinda wanted to do this on a more permanent basis?”

“What do you mean?”

“You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to but I was thinking maybe you could maybe want to move in together? Just so we could hang out more?”

In response, Bucky slid the modified tart across the counter. The ring from the box in his pocket sat atop the meringue. “Darcy Lewis, I would very much like to hang out with you for the rest of my life.”

Darcy gasped, hands flying to her mouth, but he wasn’t finished. “One condition - no, a request.”

“Yeah?”

“You stop throwing stuff at my head?”

She pretended to consider it for a moment, then nodded decisively. “Yeah, I can do that.”

[jisunwithtaeandkookie]

“I wanted to tell you Jimin. I wanted to tell you so badly.”

Jimin looked at my face with a serious expression, giving me the cue to go on.

“That day when you asked me if I had found my soulmate, I wanted to tell you that yes, I had found my soulmate. And that it was you….but I didn't….I couldn't say it.”

“Do you….wish you did say it? That day?”

I nodded slowly, and Jimin looked sideways, avoiding my gaze. “Wow..Y/N….I don’t know what to say….I…”

“Nothing. You don't need to say anything at all.” I took his hand in mine, not wanting to let go. “Now that I look back, I just wish I had. I would have avoided all the disputes, all the disagreements that I caused.”

Jimin put his other hand on our intertwined hands. Smiling softly, he looked in my eyes. “I don't think that would have been the best idea. You did need time to figure it out more clearly, Y/N. I think it was best that you kept quiet that time. Because see, where you are right now, is a clearer place. You came to know your feelings more clearly now, and you were willing to fight for it. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

This was all too much for me. I let go, falling in his arms helplessly, and he hugged me back, patting my back lightly and smiling to himself. The moment always seemed to stop when I was with him; this time, it was no different. I closed my eyes, feeling his aroma surrounding me from all sides. “Jimin…” I whispered. “Shh…its okay. I know.” He silenced me with his soft voice, and there was nothing left for me to do except stand still and feel the seconds tick by ever so slowly.

After some time, I stepped back from the hug and stood in front of him, looking down. “I…have to talk to Tae too.” I said, fiddling with my t-shirt. Jimin opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a voice which I honestly wasn’t expecting here.

“No need.”

We both turned around at the sound, our breaths stopping short. We silently looked at Tae, then turned to look at each other before looking at Tae again.

“Did you…?” I trailed off as he nodded grimly. “Yes. I heard.”

I gulped, stepping towards him. “Tae…I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

He looked down. “It's okay.” He said. “I don’t mind the way I found it out as long as I know what it is.”

“Still…..I'm sorry.” I said, biting my lip. I couldn’t find anything on his face that would tell me what he was feeling, and as I tried to look closer, I found he had the same blank expression on his face. I looked back at Jimin to find that he was just as clueless as I was, and when he found me looking at him, he shrugged lightly, shaking his head.

“I gotta go now.” Tae said suddenly, and I looked back at him. “Tae, I-"

He looked coolly at me, stopping me from saying anything else by just his gaze. I waited with bated breath, for him to say something.

“Y/N…I’m going to say this once, and you just have to listen and ask no questions, okay?”

“Okay…?” I looked again at Jimin, and he nodded slightly, reassuring me. I turned back to Tae, more certain this time. “Okay.”

“I am over you.”

“What?” Jimin was the one to ask this question, because I stood rooted on the spot, not believing my ears. Was this why he had become normal around me?

Tae kept looking at me with the coldest look one could possibly have. “Y/N, look….I did use to have feelings for you, but not anymore. I am just saying those 8 months changed me a lot, and I have realised that I can live without you.”

I couldn’t say anything. I stood at my place, looking at his face, trying to find anything on his face that would tell me he was lying. He again had the blank expression on his face….why the heck was I even bothering to find something anyway?

“I will talk later.” He said, and shot out of my house like he was running late to catch a train. “Tae-” Jimin started but he had already left. I looked dumbfounded at the door, not understanding what to make of this. A few seconds passed by in silence, or, in confusion.

“What the heck.” Jimin whispered softly, then he looked at me. I was still looking at the door.

“Are you okay?” He said, stepping towards me. Putting a hand on my shoulder, he turned me around to face him. I frowned. “Yeah, I’m good. I just don't understand what….exactly happened here.”

“Me neither.” Jimin said, looking back at the door through which Tae had just left.

“If he is really over me….then it's good, I guess.” I said slowly. “I don’t need to talk to him then.”

“Yeah….” I looked up at Jimin at the uncertainty in his voice, and found him frowning, deep in thought. “What happened?” I asked.

He looked back at me, and sighed. “Y/N…I don't think he’s okay. But you don’t need to worry. I think I need to have a chat with him.”

I kept looking at him with a confused expression for a few moments before speaking. “So…what are you saying?”

“Lay low for a while. That’s all.”

He left, and I wondered. Was what Tae said true? If so, that’s why he was behaving all normal with me. That could be possible. But Jimin knew Tae better, and him saying that Tae might not be okay was worrying me. I couldn’t point a finger as to what exactly was wrong between them, but something was going on…something that was hidden in plain sight.

I sighed in defeat. I knew I should’ve told Tae first…to avoid all the drama. Tae was an impatient person, and I had thought I should tell Jimin first because he would be happier to know my decision and he could have told me how exactly to talk to Tae about all this. From last night's events, all that I could gather was that Tae, or the whole group in general, was normal after all these months but was still sensitive to the topic of the incident that happened between us.

Eh. Why was I even thinking of all this? I couldn’t do anything right now anyway. Since I hadn’t exactly talked to Tae…..I couldn’t exactly talk to anyone else before that. And anyway, Jimin had told me to lay low…which meant keeping this info under thin wraps. I could tell someone I wanted to, but what was that going to do here anyway? Ugh…..this boy was driving me crazy….him and his blank expressions were the death of me.

Oh, how badly I wanted to talk to Kookie.

Sighing louder than the last time, I went to close the door to forget the incident for now and get going with my daily routine, but I couldn’t see what was written on the other side of the door.

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“Your order is coming right up, sir. Please just wait a few more minutes.” I said to the boy standing in front of me who was tapping his foot impatiently, looking at his phone. He looked up from his phone at my voice, taking his sunglasses off as he did so. “Wow….you are really pretty.” I smiled besides my extreme frustration. “Thanks.” I said. That was no compliment, it was something else. Something which I had gone through like a gazillion times today already.

"You're the girl, right?" He smiled widely, with bright eyes. "I know you are. I can't tell you how much it means to me that I met you."

I looked at him with narrowed eyes, trying to find anything that suggested that he was lying. Of course he was, apparently everyone knew that I worked here anyway...so it was not a chance meeting, was it?

"Hmm." I smiled slightly and nodded, having failed to find anything on his face that suggested anything at all. I remembered doing this to Tae two days ago...maybe it wasn't his blank expression's fault...maybe I was lousy in figuring people out. Great for a girl in my situation, I thought with a sigh.

The guy kept looking at me, making me feel uneasy. Get the heck outta here, I wanted to yell at him, but I couldn't. I wasn't in the right position to do that; I had a job to keep.

"Can I take a selfie with you?" The guy said.

"Here....is your order, sir." I said, relieved at my luck working at least once in my life. "That would be $7.99."

The guy paid quietly and left, looking at me sceptically. I just knew he would be coming back again.

I sighed, punching the counter a little harder than intended. No one noticed.

This was the thousandth time someone had asked for a selfie. What were they going to do with it anyway? Post it on social media with the caption - "Here is the bitch you need to destroy, ARMY"?

This was my first day at work after that ridiculous rumor had started three days ago. And things were already pretty much chaotic over here. I won't say that I hated my job, but considering everything that was going on here, I wasn't actually in the state to say that I liked the job either. The manager was pleased with me, but his reason for doing that was the exact reason why I was hating this experience. In fact, to say that he was pleased with me would be an understatement.

"Customers have doubled since that rumor. Everyone wants to see you, Y/N-ie." He had said, smiling almost too excitedly for an old man who had no particular interests in life except his shop and his golf set. "You are our good luck charm, and I want to reward you for doing a bang up job by giving you a raise. You're just priceless for us."

You want to express that I'm priceless, by putting a higher price tag on me...? Well...go ahead and just stab me in the heart, why don't you?

This statement somehow reminded me of Tae, and I sighed softly to myself. I hadn't contacted him since he had left my house two days ago...and frankly, I didn't want to until Jimin said something. But as two days had passed and there was no news from Jimin, I was getting more and more anxious...was everything okay? Did Jimin forget to call me, or was he waiting for me to call? I didn't know, and the limitless possibilities of incidents happening was what was worrying me the most. What was with Tae's reaction anyway? Was he really okay? Or was he angry again? Had something happened again with the group? Another fight? More drama?

Ugh...how I had wanted to avoid it this time around, and how it had hit me right back in my face like a boomerang. Yep, my efforts were like a boomerang. Great.

I hadn't even talked to Jungkook. Nor had he tried to contact me. I didn't even know what it was like on the internet now, I hadn't even dared to open the social media. I was scared to see something I just couldn't digest...but at the same time, I was also scared that if it was something even more ridiculous, it could make Jungkook angrier than he already was. I really wanted to talk to him...but I had to trust Jimin and lay low.

"Excuse me. Hello?" My thoughts were interrupted by a girl who had been waving at me for God knew how long. "Yes, ma'am. What would you like to order?" I said with the most professional smile on my face, slightly regretting the fact that my daydreaming abilities were on point today.

"Actually, I just wanted to get a picture with you." She smiled widely.

I narrowed my eyes for a slight moment, gulping down the anger, and the urge to murder someone. After a moment, I looked up at her, giving her a smile.

"Do you have anything you would like to order again, ma'am?"

Getting out of the shop had never been this relieving before, I thought as I stepped into the cold night. It had snowed earlier that day, but not too heavily. I used to love the job, until...whatever had happened. I was so tired that I didn't even want to try to recall the events that had led to this moment. I didn't know what I was going to do now. I had no friends here..my family didn't live here. I had absolutely zero experience in dodging this kind of situation, and with no support, I was really scared. I was friends with Jeon Jungkook...the golden maknae of BTS, I knew that...but we had been friends from the start, since before he was famous. Getting to be friends with BTS was not something I had chosen for myself, it was something that just happened. Granted that they were globally recognised artists now, but what had I got to do with it? Did I do something wrong by being their friends since before they were famous? What had I done wrong? Why couldn't people get that through their heads? Couldn't they even think about BTS for a second? Because of these fans, all the boys had to keep me and all of their other female friends hidden...could that not awaken a sense of realisation in these people?

"Y/N!!" Somebody yelled my name, and all of a sudden there were people running towards me from every direction.

They know my name now..?

Sighing, I put my head down, and started walking faster to avoid those people. That wasn't even going to be of any use...these people were going to catch up to me eventually. And God knew what they were going to do. Couldn't I just get a peaceful good night's sleep at my home? Did it have to be this way? Ugh, how I wished the earth split up and swallowed me whole right about now.

Strangely, God listened to my prayer...but in a weird way...the earth didn't pull me under it, but a van, which had come alongside me, did.

I didn't even have time to react as the back door of the van opened suddenly, and a hand pulled me inside it. The van started driving away.

I opened my mouth to scream but the same hand covered my mouth tightly.

"Do not scream, and don't try to say a word until I tell you to." A male voice whispered furiously.

I sat quiet, my mouth shut tight, and my eyes wide, blinking rapidly, trying to figure out what was going on but I failed to do so in the darkness inside the van. My heart beat really fast; I couldn't even think coherently.

"Why do you have the lights turned off? Seriously!!" He said again, presumably to the driver, taking his hand away from my mouth as he did so. As a result, the lights came on after a second, and I could look at the person who had "kidnapped" me. And I screamed.

"What the heck, Jungkook??!!!"

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.18

Part 17//Part 18//Part 19

For other parts and the MASTERLIST, please refer to the link in my bio. Thank you so much for reading!!

So...yeah, I know. Belated Happy New Year to you all...I was super busy and I just couldn't post. So here it is, in all its glory, whatever it is, haha. I hope you all had a good new year's, and if you want to talk about it, DM me and we can chat!! And if you have anything to say to me about the story, you can always ask me, I'm always waiting for your beautiful asks. Stay updated, and happy reading!!

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Summary: Your close friend Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing: Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre: Angst

Tag(s): @slut-for-fandoms

[kippentrash]

Tonight I made 2 of my friends watch some Andi Mack

Friend 1 had watched season 1 now and then when it was live but thought it was too cringey for her taste and Friend 2 basically never watches Disney Channel. Friend 1 I had talked to about TJ and Tyrus because she was one of the few who had SEEN the show.

I was talking to Friend 1 all week about the gun control plot and the episode and she said she kinda wanted to watch JUST s3e6 even without context. Friend 2 just… was on a dcord call with us so I roped him in too LOL. So of course I did a rabbit with them.

After the ep I showed them certain select scenes too. This is just some of their reaction highlights.

Keep in mind Friend 1 only knew about TJ and Tyrus through me and a few other things through me and has seen some episodes from s1 and has basic knowledge about the characters and plot while Friend 2 has never even seen Andi Mack period. Highlights under the cut. It’s really long bc tbh they were all just priceless.

@recap: Friend 1: Okay I see why you call Tyrus cute. Friend 2: Wait are they a ship Friend 1: Yes

@hole in wall: Friend 2: wait what the

@13 years:  Friend 2: hollup 13 years?? Friend 1: *gives rundown of shows entire synopsis* Friend 2: oh ok. Wait what?

@cookie: Friend 1: who carries around a roast chicken Friend 2: i would

@hallway scene: Friend 2: ok they’re definitely a ship Friend 1: that’s so flirty Friend 2: how is that not a ship? Me: RIGHT??

@jonah and buffy: Friend 2: “i like your jacket” that’s me. i’d try that with *our other friend*  Friend 1: wait did i miss something are they a ship Me: no but buffy likes another guy andi kinda dated but not jonah as far as i know. Some people think it’s a ship but i like it as a brotp Friend 1: i missed a lot Me: yup

@metcalf: Friend 1: I remember him I didn’t like him Me: I LOVE HIM “wait we changed the dress code”

@no skateboarding Friend 2: Holding it leads to skateboarding? What type of logic is that? That’s like saying me holding my knife leads to stabbing Me: What Friend 1: What Friend 2: I mean what

@cookie’s cookies: Friend 2: god i wish that were me Me: mood

@dirtbiking Friend 1: WAIT NO HE’S GONNA GET HURT Me: Considering he broke his finger trying to skateboard that’s a valid concern Friend 1: HE’S DEFINITELY GONNA BREAK A BONE Friend 2: Wait how do you break your finger skateboarding

@reed Me: HE SOUNDS HIGH DOESN’T HE? TELL ME HE DOESN’T SOUND HIGH Friend 1: I can see it Friend 2: That’s me and *group of friends* after we play badminton and get mcdonalds! We’re not high we just sound high! Me: no you guys are definitely high Friend 2: Touche

@dirtbike setup: Friend 1: ship Friend 2: yeah definitely a ship Me: YEP

@shoe Friend 1: how did he lose his shoe Friend 2: on brand? Me: don’t question it

@lovies Friend 2: god i wish that were me times 2

@skateboard shop Friend 2: docious magocious?? Me: I miss it Friend 2: what??

@tattoos: *metcalf turns around* Friend 2: wait why does he look familiar Me: That’s the principal Friend 2: god i wish i had a principal like that Friend 1: i still don’t like him

@buffy and jonah leaving Friend 2: *vine imitation* WHY ARE YOU RUNNING

@gun plot Friend 2: wait GUNS?? ON DISNEY CHANNEL??? Friend 1: she wouldn’t shut up about this plot all week Me: I’M SO PROUD OF THIS SHOW

@babie bowie pic Friend 1: aw thats so cute Friend 2: eating dog food same Me: what Friend 2: what

@end of ep Friend 2: next time on dragon ball z *next time on andi mack* Friend 2: wait this is actually next time on dragon ball z

So then I showed them a bunch of specific clips of Andi Mack 

@tyrus 17 minute compilation: @swings: Friend 1: he better start pushing him *TJ gets off and starts pushing him* Both: *SCREAMING* Friend 1: OKAY ITS A VALID SHIP IF HE DIDN’T PUSH HIM I’D SAY IT WAS JUST SEEING THINGS THIS IS CANON *by the end of the compilation* Friend 2: tyrus or death Me: yes. Friend 1: I kinda want to get back into this show just for Tyrus Me: DO IT

@cyrus coming out to buffy Friend 1: WAIT IM CRYING WHAT HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE Me: IDK HOW HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE ITS LIKE THE MOST ICONIC THING IN THE SHOW Friend 1: I KNEW HE WAS GAY AND I KNEW ABOUT THE LOOKBACK I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS Friend 2: wait so he’s canonically gay? Me: YES Friend 2: so tyrus actually has a chance of being canon Me: im like 98% sure tyrus is gonna be canon

@cyrus coming out to andi Friend 2: rip took her a second

@candle wax Friend 1: DON’T SMUDGE IT WAIT NO Me: why wouldn’t you wait for it to dry Friend 2: they just scraped into the wall Friend 1: oh this is what you’ve been repeating this whole time Me: I’m just a boy. Standing in front of a wall. Friend 2: Trying to cover it with toothpaste

@cyrus dancing: Friend 2: that’s me Me: fun fact his actor was actually thrown into this without any idea of what the choreography was Friend 1: omg rip Me: and of the main 3 he’s the only one who’s not a trained dancer Friend 2: that’s definitely me

I think that was all there was I’m so sad it got deleted and spent a good 30 minutes trying to retype it out and not miss anything bc this was amazing.

[girlafraidinacoma]

In The Lap of the Gods: Chapter Three -  ‘Don’t Forget to Smile!’

Summary: What do you get when you mix a tight-knit art community, young, hot-blooded twenty-something university students and good old-fashioned British Rock & Roll? Probably the next best hope for art and music that generation has to offer. With her friends’ band skyrocketing to fame, what exactly does a girl do when she suddenly finds herself sitting in the lap of the gods? The answer: do the only thing she can do, rise to the occasion of course!

Pairing: Gwilym Lee!Brian May x Original Female Character [chill guys, this WILL be a Bri fic…eventually].

Warnings: ummm mentions alcohol??? That’s it.

Words: 1.7k+

Author’s Note: They finally meet!!!! So I made cover art for the fic, I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did making it. As always, feel free to comment, reblog or leave a like it if you want.

Kind of AU, contains both elements from real life and the Bo Rhap universe, so imagine whoever you prefer whether they be the real thing or the Bo Rhap Boys–be free.

[Link to the Ao3 fic!]

Chapter Playlist:

1. Ramble On - Led Zeppelin 2. Hello, I love You - The Doors

Chapter Three - 'Don't Forget To Smile!'

London, 1969.

It all started with a couple of drawings. Pencil or charcoal drawings, quick studies of hands, profiles of people and renders of the view of the street from the flat Roger and Freddie shared. They sat in a small pile in their living room, under a couple of magazines that Brian had been perusing to pass the time. What had caught his eye however was a detailed portrait of Jimi Hendrix with his Stratocaster. It wasn’t just on some scrap bit of paper either, it was made on thick stock, the kind that artists used, and it had rough edges as if it were originally a larger piece of parchment that was carefully divided into several A4 pages.

Jimi was dressed in an open flowy shirt and had his eyes closed in concentration, the light from above him casted deep shadows upon his face. It didn’t look like Fred’s handiwork, and he had seen numerous other ones he had done before. There was a distinct impression on the bottom right hand corner of the page, the artist’s initial he would have guessed; it was a long and swooping line like the body of a snake and formed a slanted capital 'W'. Brian didn’t really know much about art, and was more comfortable measuring the distance between stars, or better, fluffing about on his guitar, but he decided he liked it very much.

“Rog,” he said, calling the attention of the man currently buttering a piece of toast in the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

Brian sidled up to his friend, showing what he had in his hand, “Is this yours?”

“Hm?” Roger turned his gaze at the drawing, swallowing the bread he was chewing he said, “No, a friend of mine drew that.”

“Do you think-- Could I have it?” Brian asked sheepishly, his eyes still admiring the pencil work.

“Good isn’t it? I’ve got one of Jane Fonda in my room,” he grinned with a wiggle of his brows, “Yeah, don’t think she’d mind, she leaves loads round here.” His friend had turned back to his meal, slathering more jam on his toast.

“Thanks.” Brian said, pleased.

Weeks later, after he’s hung his favorite new picture up on his bedroom wall at home, Brian was back at Fred and Roger’s place, hoping to talk to the blonde about their upcoming gig that week. The door to their flat was unsurprisingly not locked, still he gave a short knock at the door to warn people of his entrance. He had made the mistake twice or three times before of walking in on Roger with a lady friend. Why he hadn’t taken them to his room or at least locked the door, was beyond Brian’s comprehension. He suddenly felt a great sympathy for Freddie whom had to live with Roger’s antics on the daily.

What he was met with inside however was a lulling pitter-patter of percussion, and the warm strum of an electric guitar over Robert Plant’s familiar vocals. Neither Fred nor Roger was anywhere to be seen, but someone had left the record player on. The music of Zeppelin was like a balm to Brian’s ears as Page’s guitar played the quick rise and fall of notes on the fretboard. He made a beeline to the player in the living room, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He was so engrossed in his study of the vinyl jacket that he failed to notice the other person in the room.

“Can I help you?” a voice from the armchair asked.

Brian whipped around so fast he had dropped the empty vinyl sleeve. He had a hand to his chest and he felt his hammering pulse beneath his shirt. “Sorry,” he said, going for the item he had dropped. “I didn’t see you there.”

The person smiled at him from where she sat, eyes dancing at his priceless expression having been so caught off-guard. It was a woman, close to his age, and she had a purple scarf tied around her wavy brown hair which cascaded down her shoulder. She sat sideways in her seat and her lean legs were draped over one arm of the chair while her back was supported by the other. Her feet were angled towards the end table with the stack of magazines. Despite the way she had so casually perched on Freddie’s armchair, she was holding herself so easily and so regally that she could have been Cleopatra on her throne.

“Er, I was looking for Rog?” Brian answered in reply to her initial question.

“He’s still asleep.”  

“Right, right.” Brian nodded, his gaze flickering over to the door of Roger’s room. Of course he’d still be asleep, it was only half past twelve after all. He took the seat across from her on the sofa. “I’m --”

“You’re Brian, aren’t you?” she finished for him.

“Sorry,” he said, apologising once more. “Have we met? I thought I’m usually better at remembering these things.” Brian was scratching his curly head trying to put her face to a name.

“No, no. Only Roger mentioned he was in a band and that he had a friend called Brian who played guitar. Dark curly hair, tall, lacks fashion sense, lost puppy-dog eyes.”

“Rog said I looked like a... puppy ?”

The girl chuckled, “Just my observation.” Her tone was cheeky, but not unkind.

“Oh,” he said with a blush.

“I’m only playing,” she laughed, there was a rosy tinge to her cheeks. “I like your eyes, they’re very nice; and I don’t think you’ve got terrible taste in clothes.”

“Um, thanks.” He said, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. He didn’t think that she was lying; though looking down at his simple pinstripe button down and dark trousers ensemble, and knowing his eyes to be a rather plain blue, Brian thought himself to be rather unremarkable.

“Could afford to pop open a few buttons though,” she mused, “And maybe roll up the sleeves?” Her brown eyes, a shade or two deeper than her hair, sparkled in the early afternoon light. He might have blamed Led Zeppelin, or maybe the way her hair fell around her like a halo, it may have been due to the fact that her eyes had never left his during their entire interaction thus far, or perhaps it was a combination of all of these things, but Brian was utterly smitten.

“I um, appreciate the pointers.”

“Sometimes all it takes is a fresh perspective.” The girl said with warmth.

Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air 'Twas in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair But Gollum, and the evil one Crept up and slipped away with her, her, her, yeah Ah, there's nothing I can do now I guess I'll keep on

They spend the next minute or so in relative quiet, happy to let the song speak for them. That was...until Brian next chose to open his mouth, “So, you're...here for Rog?” It was more of a statement than a question at this point.

“Hmm?” The girl raised her eyebrows.

“You and Rog, you’re-- here f-for him -- with - with him?” Put one beautiful girl in front of him and the astrophysics major is reduced to a stuttering idiot. His fingers tapped on his knees anxiously, he sees her lips press into a thin line and her eyes grow stormy.

“Right, because men and women can’t ever just be friends?” Her accusation was followed with his dumbfounded silence. She felt mortified and her chest burned. “D’you go around assuming every woman that’s ever stepped foot in this flat has slept with your mate, or am I just special?”

“I didn’t really er-- that is, I know that sounds…” he struggled for the words.

“No, no, it’s fine. It was just your observation.” she said, having lost the humour in her voice. It seemed as though their conversation had officially ended. It was then that Brian noticed the sketchbook in her lap, and the charcoal held between her fingers. But before he could peek at what she had been doing, she had closed the book shut and reached for her satchel propped against her chair.

The door to Freddie’s bedroom opened unceremoniously and the man came out fully dressed, keys jangling in hand. “Sorry to make you wait, I couldn’t find my other bloody shoe.” Freddie was surprised to find Brian there that afternoon, and especially so, finding the taller man looking quite ill and confused. “I see you’ve met Brian.”

“Yep.” the girl said, putting her things into her bag.

Fred might have guessed as to what led to this uncomfortable situation: one, Roger had never been the type who was short of female companions; two, for someone normally so articulate, Brian had probably one of the worst cases of foot in mouth syndrome Freddie’s ever been witness to; and three, his poor new friend has entirely no idea of the effect she had on the opposite sex. This scenario appeared to make the most sense to him. Seeking to relieve the tension, Fred had thought a speedy escape would be their best course of action. Collecting their coats in a calm fashion, he beckoned to her, “Coming, darling?”

“Born ready, Freddie.” she replied, her face was an impassive mask as she spared one last look to Brian before walking out the door with Fred.

Brian, rooted in his spot on the sofa, released a long suffering groan into his hand. He had gone and done it now, alright. He really had no luck with women, and he felt like a true dolt. He somehow managed to insult a mutual friend of both his best mate as well as that of that best mate’s flatmate all in one fell swoop. And he didn't even know the poor girl’s name.

Standing up, he walked over to where she had just been. Her seat was still warm, and by the end table was another set of fresh drawings. It appeared she been working on a flyer for their upcoming gig; ironic, given the circumstance, in large bold letters it mocked him saying, ‘DON’T FORGET TO SMILE!’.

Sure enough, on the bottom right-hand corner was a single initial, a pristine, looping 'W'.

I can't find my bluebird I listen to my bluebird sing I can't find my bluebird I keep rambling, baby I keep rambling, baby