#Though it’s cute to have them cave to her I think it’s more interesting when there’s more push and pull. Conflict drives good stories.

[corellianhounds]

I know there’s only so much you can put in an episode but sometimes characters will just straight up not do what the next logical thing should be, based on the context and established character up to that point

Season 1 of TBB has Rex showing up at the bar and greeting Omega and the crew, but when he realizes none of them have had their inhibitor chips removed he immediately goes on high alert, making it a point to block Omega from them and have his gun at the ready, telling them they’re all ticking time bombs liable to hurt anybody around them, even her

Hunter defuses the situation by getting everyone calmed down and asking Rex what he suggests they do

“Good question,” says Rex. “I’ll be in touch.”

And then he just… Leaves? Leaving Omega with them? Rex you just said they were all a liability and potential threat to the kid, you should be taking her with you

I know that would distract from the focus of the episode but if they’d made it a two parter it would have been good to see that standoff play out the way it logically should have. Hunter and the rest of the crew defensive as Rex stands between them and the girl. Rex wary and on edge, Omega worried behind him.

It goes one of three ways:

Option one: Rex insists she go with him for the time being and they rendezvous later, which none of the squad nor Omega like, and as they argue and tensions rise Rex starts to dig his heels in (warranted or not) and the squad starts to get the sense he might just take her from them. Everyone continues to get more and more agitated until Hunter or Wrecker does something impulsive in an attempt to get Omega back with them, which causes Rex to make a snap decision, stunning one or all of them and pulling Omega with him out the door even as she fights back, trying to get back to the squad

Option two: He and Hunter have a very tense conversation where Hunter demands more information before they make any decisions at all, compelling Rex to take them somewhere more private as he relays his experience and impresses upon them the gravity of the situation. Hunter and the squad exchange glances, and Hunter pulls Rex aside further out of earshot of Omega, discussing what would be the best option for her and for them. When they come back they lay everything out and it’s clear that Hunter has decided the best course of action is to voluntarily send Omega with Rex. Omega is understandably upset, but with everything explained, she understands why it has to be this way, and though she doesn’t know Rex it’s clear the rest of them trust him completely. Of anybody it could have been, Hunter says to Rex, We’re glad it’s you.

That would have been the option most in line with the tone of the show.

But the next option is still fun to play around in and could have been done well still within the show’s tone if they had wanted to go this way: this one is similar to the second, except when it comes down to sending Omega away— Omega is vehemently against it regardless of the explanation, to the point she’s fighting to stay with the squad, and it comes down to Hunter having to pick her up and go put her on Rex’s ship as the rest of them watch uneasily, trying not to be affected by her calling for their help.

Rex is gritting his teeth as he starts up the engines, hearing the kid arguing with Hunter behind him, and it breaks Hunter’s heart to have to do this (especially when Omega starts to tear up, pleading with him to let her stay), but the things Rex told him— some of them they maybe couldn’t even tell Omega— have forced him to steel his resolve: it would have been easier if she accepted their decision, but at this point Hunter’s not as wrapped around her finger as he will be later, and he still needs to make the decision that is best for her, even if he doesn’t like it. It could have been good to see him resist the urge to give in.

What that means, however, is that we would have gotten to see Omega’s obstinate refusal to listen to Rex during the entire flight and regrouping phase, fighting him to the point he has to lock her in the brig just to keep her from sabotaging the ship and trying to make her escape. After that they can start to have some conversations, which could set up their character dynamics or storylines/information for the future. Omega eventually comes around to his side of things, still mad but at least cooperative and now willing to listen.

[rosenclaws]

Pride & Prejudice || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

Summary: You're an actress auditioning for theatre production of Pride & Prejudice and Leopold finds you practicing your lines.

a/n: Okay so, I need more leopold being an actor and cute moments so this was born. Full confession. I have never watched or read Pride & Prejudice so I am very sorry if I messed up anything aksdfhl. Anyways i hope u like it!!!

The fire escape has to be Leopold's favorite place. He sits on the small chair and watches the bustling city below him. Overwhelming is an understatement when it comes to the last couple weeks.

Falling into the future sounds like a work of fiction, yet it was his reality. Adjusting hasn’t been the easiest but he’s lucky to have Kate and Charlie and well, you. 

“Do you think I could have ever considered marrying the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of my beloved sister?” Leopold perks up at the sound of your voice. 

You’re Kate's neighbor, kind of. You live below her. Leopold has seen you a few times, mostly when you lock yourself out of your apartment and need to climb through Kate's fire escape. He knows you’re an actor like Charlie but in the day time you work at a coffee shop. 

You served him once or twice when he came to visit you. Your knowledge of theater is extensive and Leopold always had an interest in the stage so conversation came easy. You also loved movies, something he was completely unfamiliar with. He remembers your eyes lighting up at the very idea of showing him your favorite films. A soft smile across his face as he recalls your many movie nights. Though he didn’t quite understand every movie, he could care less when you were so passionate about each and every one of them.

“You arrogantly and unjustly maneuvered Mr. Bingley away from Jane. Can you deny it?” The dialogue catches his attention, you must be practicing for a show. He climbs down the fire escape to your apartment. 

“Your manner…Ugh!” You fall back onto your couch as you throw the sides onto the coffee table. 

“I’m never going to get this right.” You groan helplessly. 

“I thought you sounded lovely.” You let out a small scream as you hear another voice. Turning your head you see Leopold sitting on your fire escape. 

“Leo! What have I said about knocking?” 

“My apologies.” He climbs through the window and walks over to you. He looks at the pieces of paper and reaches down to pick it up. 

“Pride and Prejudice, I had no idea they turned this into a play.” He flips through some of the pages. He remembers reading the book and enjoying it quite a bit. 

“Have you gotten the part?” You scrunch your face as you shake your head. 

“No. Auditions are next week. I…” You hesitate to continue but he smiles softly and you cave instantly. 

“I wanted to audition for Elizabeth but a couple friends told me I’d probably be a better Charlotte.” 

Not that you had anything against the character and a part is a part no matter how small, but you wanted to play more than a side character. Leopold's brows furrow as he sets down the script. 

“Nonsense, do not listen to them. I think you would make a perfect Elizabeth.” He compliments sincerely. Of course you would, he thinks. You’d be perfect in any role. 

“Thanks.” Your eyes drift to the sides on the table. Leopold stands with his arms behind his back, even in casual clothing he radiates this aura unlike anything you’ve seen. 

“You know Leo,” You smile as an idea pops into your head. “I think you should audition too.” Picturing him as Mr. Darcy is easy. After he did his butter commercial, you realized he was a natural for acting and with his background, he’d be perfect for period pieces. Not to mention how handsome he is. You’re sure the director would be tripping over himself to get Leopold a role. Leopold seems uncertain at your suggestion. 

“Here,” You pick up the sides and hand him the one for Mr. Darcy. He skims over the lines and frowns. 

“I do not recognize this.” 

“Oh yeah, they’re from the movie. The director wanted to include his big monologue and the kiss.” You explain, making a mental note to show him the movie later. 

“I understand wanting to take creative liberties and all but…” Maybe he’s a stickler for the classics but he isn’t exactly fond of changing such a well written book. 

“Just give it a try.” He sighs and stands a bit taller. 

“You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my Aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I had scarcely allowed myself before.” He looks up from the script and you give him an encouraging smile. 

“If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me forever.” You want to melt under his gaze. It’s not fair how easily the words flow out of his mouth. How naturally charming he is. 

‘“If, however, your feelings have changed…” To your surprise he sets down the paper and walks closer to you, holding out his hand to you. Hesitantly you take his hand, unsure of where he was going with this. He pulls you up, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I could, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul,” His hand gently grabs your chin as he steps closer to you. You stand frozen in complete shock. The script is long forgotten, the pages having fallen from his hands. 

“And I love and love and love you. And never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” He finishes his monologue as a whisper. You part your lips but no words come out, wanting to hold onto this moment for longer. 

“I believe you mentioned a kiss,” He mumbles. 

“It’s uh, towards the end…” He hums and without another word he gently kisses you. 

Your eyes flutter closed as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips are so soft, so gentle yet so passionate. One of his hands snakes to your lower back, guiding you even closer to him. The kiss breaks and you’re left breathing heavily, smiles on both of your faces. 

“You’re really good at this. Maybe you should become an actor.” You say jokingly. He chuckles and brushes his thumb along your cheek. 

“I was not acting,” He admits. 

“You are truly, utterly, bewitching and If you were to accept, I would die a happy man.” Jesus, he knows how to talk. 

“I would be an idiot to say no to you.” You grab his face and crash your lips onto his. He steps back but quickly matches your fervor. 

“Join me for dinner tonight, so I can court you properly.” He says breathlessly, his face slightly flushed. 

“Properly? So you don’t normally kiss a girl before dinner?” You say teasingly. 

“No, But for the sake of theater, perhaps I can make an exception.” That’s as forward as you’ve ever seen from Leopold, an innocent smile on his face but a clear spark in his eyes. Smirking, you glance at the scattered pages on the ground. 

“Good, because I think we need to run the scene again and again.” 

[brucewaynehater101]

I have a really soft and cute au for Lesbian Janet that could work in any universe but I think works best in the Young Justice TV Show Universe.

See, everyone gets really confused when Tim talks about his Mom, sometimes referring to her as Mama. Tim thinks that using two different titles like that should make it Obvious that he has Two Moms but well. The Bats may be Super Geniuses but they are still Idiots. Tim is also an absolute Mama's Boy with Both his Moms. He loves them both So Much.

Oh, where is Jack you ask? He doesn't actually exist. He's the fake name and personality that Tim's Mama came up with and used Magic to disguise as so they could get Legally Married For Tax Benifits. Also to get his Mama a legal identity. Why would she need one of those? Well... as was mentioned, Tim's Mama has Magic with a Captial M. This by extension means Tim is Magic With A Capital M as well. Totally has nothing to do with Janet and his Mama sculpting him from clay and breathing life into him. Woes of pregnancy who? Not Janet that's for sure.

Also Tim does Not tell anyone that he has Magic and he doesn't show it off. The only reason the Bats found out about it is because Tim came to a meeting with Bruce and Diana went "you. Your Magic is Familure but I don't know from where." And Tim was sweating while saying, "Magic? What magic??" And after getting questioned by Diana and Bruce he Caves and tells them a half truth, "fine. I was made from Clay, like you. My Mom didn't want to go through the struggles of Childbirth but still wanted a child. Instead of adopting like any sane and rational person, she made a deal with a God or Godess. I don't know all the details but she owed them something in exchange for Me. I do know the debt has been paid already though."

The debt was simply a tea spoon of blood for the ritual and A Kiss. Janet over paid the second part by a lot.

As for how Janet met and wooed A Goddess? Well, she was on a dig in Greece when her boat she was using to get to another island was caught in a storm and washed up on a different island. The Goddess was expecting violence or anger at being stranded, perhaps even Sorrow. But no, Janet took one look at the Temple in the distance and was pushing past her saying she needed to get to the Temple because it's clearly in *amazing* condition and could bring So Many insights into Ancient Greek culture and building practice. For the first time in decades, as this Random Woman ran her hand along a pillar and started rambling about the design and what the type of collums were called, Circe felt herself blushing.

CIRCE?!?!?

FUCK YEAH.

Anyways, this is absolutely adorable. Fuck. I would love an entire fic of Janet. Here's a general plot line:

Janet hasn't ever really been interested in romance. She's tried dating a few guys in high school for appearance sake, but she usually broke the relationship off when they became too affectionate.

This is when others started referring to her as "cold." She wasn't, but few people got close enough to her to listen to her rambles about ancient civilizations, archeology, and sociality impacts of culture. She enjoyed other stuff, but nothing quite lit her up like those topics did.

In college, she did find and make a few friends with similar interests. This is where she figured out she was into women and not men. The relationships lasted longer, but she was single by the time she graduated with her bachelor's.

Her master's ends up as some sort of work study where she travels the world. She's more invested in her studies and work than relationships at this point. She enjoys learning about people's lives and cultures but doesn't seek out more than friendship.

I'm not sure if Janet has already or is working on her doctorate by the time she ends up lost on an island (or really how archeology even pays bills).

When she arrives on the island, there's a beautiful woman there as well. Janet notices this, but doesn't give a flying fuck in comparison to the architecture.

And Circe? Finds herself amused and confused by this woman who, although is into women, doesn't care about Circe's looks. Janet just keeps asking questions about Circe's life, the temple, the plants, the culture, etc. It becomes endearing watching her work late into the night with her research.

Janet is so enthralled in all that is going on that she doesn't notice Circe's continuous flirting. It's so fucking frustrating for Circe, but makes her unbearably fond as well. Janet starts to consider this drop dead gorgeous woman a close friend of hers as they "work" late into the chatting about ancient Greece, their past experiences, and their lives. Janet, who has some experience with romance but not much, even flirts back. After all, women call each other beautiful all the time and hold hands and shit. Surely Janet can platonically cuddle with her friend while Circe compares Janet's eyes to the night sky.

It's only when Janet is ready to leave that she realizes that she's willing to give up everything she's worked for, all of her findings and education, to have more time with Circe. Janet is in love with her best friend.

Also, Circe is able to get a fake ID as "Jack" due to magic and Janet's connections

[callmelola111]

loser!ellie ♡ dating app headcanons

synopsis: totally sfw hc’s of loser!ellie (modern au) on dating apps, including a cute little 1st date scenario. basically just pure fluff !!!

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 1.4k

a/n: never written headcanons before, crazy ass shit. idk if i did it exactly right but i think it will be an entertaining read no matter what. i’ve recently caved and downloaded hinge which is what inspired this---but there’s only like 40 gay bitches on there and that’s it (also like no mascs?? i’m attracted to any kind of non-man but still,,, the shortage is real y’all). ALSO let me know if this is something you’d like a nsfw/smut part 2 of. much loveeee ♡~ lola

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took weeks of convincing from dina and jesse to finally download hinge after she wouldn’t shut up about how she’s “never beating the loser lesbian allegations”. truly she could have any girl she wants but just doesn’t know how to speak to them in real life. they were so fed up with her bullshit.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who only has like 3 pictures of her actual face so the rest of the photos on her hinge profile are just art pics and gay memes

| ❀ | loser!ellie who had to beg dina for help writing all the little prompts just to reject all her ideas because she’d “never say something like that!”

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who started getting so cocky as soon as those likes began to roll in. saying some shit like “ooo i have rizz” in the cringiest way possible. jesse just says it’s cause there’s a masc lesbian shortage and of course she flips him off in response.

| ❀ | loser!ellie whose cockiness immediately leaves her body when she realizes she has to go through the likes and accept/reject every girl. eventually she just gave up and stopped looking because it felt “too mean” and like “too much work”.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who SUCKS at responding to messages and likes after she lost all interest about 2 days into having the app. that is until she stumbled upon your profile…

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| ❀ | loser!ellie whose glued to her notifications after she matched with you on hinge. at this point you’re her fixation, and every other message besides yours are going unanswered. as soon as she works up the courage to ask for your number, and you oblige, she immediately deletes the app.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who stares at her screen for like 5 minutes straight at the first text message she plans to send you, even though it was literally just “hey, is this y/n?”. she even googled the difference in connotations between hi, hey, and hello. it’s safe to say the girl is straight up mental about you.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who gets more and more unhinged as y’all get better acquainted with each other through texts. eventually she's spamming you with updates about her day, instagram memes that she thinks are funny, and an occasional flirty message—but of course, she’s waiting for that first date to really test the romantic waters. like yes she’s obsessed with you, but to the extent where she’s so scared to screw things up so every little move she makes is with caution and regard to your feelings and boundaries. it’s honestly super sweet.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who eventually asked you on a first date after you sent like 3 different flirty memes to get the point across that you like her a lot and wanna be taken out for real. you definitely were sending her some shit like this…

| ❀ | loser!ellie who planned out a whole agenda for y’alls first date so it would be absolutely perfect. she refused to tell you where she was taking you or what you guys would be doing because she thought it would be better as a surprise. and although you were kinda stressing about what to wear and what to expect, the element of mystery was kind of endearing.

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| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who pulls up to your house in her little beat up sedan that she had cleaned for like the first time ever just before she came and picked you up. there was still clearly some reminisce of her mess as seen on the stained seats and crumbs on the floor, but you didn’t mind—yours was just as bad (probably worse).

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took you out for sushi as the first stop on your date, to which she graciously paid for even with you fighting to put your card down on the table first. she looked so adorable with her little california roll, and even cuter when she accidentally got too much wasabi in a bite and was fiending for water while simultaneously trying to play it cool in front of you. you just laughed which immediately made her feel better about the whole thing. 

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who then took you to your town’s expansive park to walk the dirt trails and just talk. neither of you had ever gotten along with someone so well, the conversation was absolutely effortless. you talked about all your interests, funny life stories, your fears, and so much more. ellie listened attentively with nods and affirmations throughout which made you feel so cared for, something most girls on dating apps could never do. you extended the courtesy back and ellie told you all about her own stuff, including her obsession with space, to which she pulled out her favorite book on the topic to show you. space had never really piqued your interest before, but when it was coming out of the freckled girl's mouth, it seemed like the coolest thing in the world.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who sat next to you on one of the park’s wooden benches. time had flown by and neither of you had realized until your head was resting on her shoulder as the sun set in front of you. the orange cast hit her auburn hair just right and it looked like she was practically glowing. you couldn’t help but stare at her beauty which she noticed and with a concerned look questioned if she had anything on her face. you informed ellie of the trance she had put you in and she blushed the color of your pink nails just before leaning in to give you the most tender, loving kiss you’d ever received.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who couldn’t stop kissing you once she started. your lips remained locked with hers for a solid 5 minutes, lips puffy and saliva exchanging, until the sound of a dog barking a few feet away broke the exchange. the energy had shifted in the best way possible and the both of you quickly opened up about how much you liked one another. one thing lead to another and suddenly ellie has out her pocket knife and is carving an E + R (reader) into the wood of the park bench. how lesbian of you guys ♡

| ❀ | loser!ellie who didn’t want the date to end and you were right there with her, so you somehow found yourselves in an empty parking lot at 9:00pm, drinking slurpees while she tried to teach you how to skate. it started off as a real attempt with her teaching you the basics like where to put your feet and the importance of bending your knees. after about 4 different falls onto the dirty asphalt you gave up on your genuine pursuits. discouraged, you sat right down on the board, knees up, before ellie gave you a push and you rolled across the lot. she was laughing her ass off and you were too until you hit a bump and tumbled off. 

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who bolted into the CVS the parking lot belonged to and bought a bunch of unnecessary first aid items for the small cut on your knee. she came back out of the sliding doors and you died of laughter as she pulled out a box of peppa pig bandaids for your skating “injury”. ellie insisted you needed to be taken care of though, so you let her do her thing and she finished it off with a small peck to the cap of your knee and one on your forehead.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who spent the trip back to your place with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, driving you absolutely wild. you almost had to remind yourself that this was just the first date.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who had been parked in your driveway for 10 minutes already but continued to stall your departure with more of her shenanigans. soon she ran out of things to say though and leaned over to kiss you goodbye. this goodbye turned into more and you ended up in her lap before the night was over. it wasn’t until your back hit the steering wheel making the car honk that you finally exited the vehicle. 

| ❀ | loser!ellie who waited for you to completely make it inside before she drove home, giving you a final little wave as you opened the front door. after she was back at her place she instantly texted you about date 2 and thanked you for the best night of her life. in her eyes, you were a keeper!

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[prismuffin]

Sorry if this is too far into a Crackfic idea!

But What if Reader (He/ Him) gets turned into a Cat because of a spell the Reader was teaching Zanatna, she messed up on.

This is where the ask comes in... How would (Superman) Clark kent, (Batman) Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan and (Flash) Barry Allen separately interact with/ react to seeing Reader as a Cat? ( Full ass Fur baby, not half n half diet furry (Neko))

P.S I think Hal, and Flash are the type of people that won't pay attention if isn't important. So I feel like they would of just tuned back in once seeing the cat, and not know it's Reader.

Also, I think it's so cute at the idea of Reader having enough of people handling and grabbing him. While, knowing that no one's going to mess with Batman, Cat!Reader hides in Batman's cape, while he's sitting.

LMFAO nah this isn’t too crackfic to me I actually find it quite funny- but anyways I think-

After being turned into a cat by Zatanna you probably ran away from her in shock and/or fear.

Superman would be so confused seeing a random cat running through the halls. He'd be even more confused when you pounce into his arms. You seemed shaken up so he held onto you immediately. He doesn't know how a cat got in here but you seem scared so he'll go to the kitchen to get you something to drink or eat. He finds a can of tuna in the back and lets you eat as much out of it as you'd like. He pets you while you're eating then gets you some water. Finds the purring sound interesting so he keeps petting you and eventually, because you're a cat, you dig your claws into his skin and he reels back in confusion and betrayal as he watches you run out of the kitchen.

Afterwards you run into Hal walking through the halls. You'd meow at him and walk between his legs. He'd shoo you away from him, mostly annoyed about the cat hair that you're spreading everywhere. When you don't leave him alone he sighs and allows you to walk beside him but when he reaches his room/office he's not letting you inside at all. He'll give you a few pets before he closes the door on you though.

Continuing you journey you're met with Barry in the common room who's looking at the results of some tests from work. When you hop up next to him on the couch he just stares in disbelief for a couple of seconds before wondering out loud who brought their cat. He'd let you stay with him like Hal did as long as you're not disruptive and eventually one hand would find its way behind you ears, giving you a couple of scratches. He'd probably give you some dumb temporary name since you don't have a collar on or anything. You, once again get annoyed of them after a while and move away from him.

After a long, tired day of absolutely nothing you searched tirelessly for a place to nap. Finding a way into Bruce's Batcave you skillfully maneuvered your way through the cave until you found Bruce at his desk. You meowed and he turned but found nothing until he turned back around to see you on his console. You jumped into his lap before he could react and just laid there. When he tried to pet you, you pawed his hand away so he just let you rest there until he finished up work. If you wanna hide in his cape when he's done and wandering the halls he doesn't mind.

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[blackfangedreaper]

INTRUDE

Prompt: "Caving in."

Pairing: Luffy x black!fem!reader

Warning: Sexual content; unprotected sex, overstimulation, dumbification, cursing, grammatical error. MDNI

Tags: @closet-degenerate @luffyinlove @euphofic @roronoaswifey @itzgabz22

Note: I did say i was posting back to back luffy fics.... I didn't just say when ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Banging and creaking were heard as you viewed in closer to a certain beardless man's family house, the man in question was playing a game of cards with two of his many sons and a guest. The deck of cards reducing as a particular red-haired man couldn't seem to get his bearings right with all the banging that was going on upstairs.

"Hah... How long have they been at it?" Shanks sighed, dropping his deck of cards face down then rubbing his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb before stumbling to grasp his surplus amount of cards that ace seemed to be curious of. "Hey! That's cheating!" He grumbled holding his cards to his chest.

"If anythin' it should be how long he's been at it. I'm startin' to pity the poor girl." Whitebeard frowned, eyebrows wrinkling as he looked at his disappointing set before reaching out to grasp another card from the deck. "Might just kill the only girl that can handle him."

"Nah, don't worry about that pops, y/n's a strong woman, she can take it." Ace snickered, knowing fully well you couldn't take shit. Yeah 'mama raised no quitter' but your life was at stake here. He stopped when he felt sawdust land on his head. Sputtering he looked up. "No fucking way..." He mumbled in disbelief.

"What? Burnt a card again? You pyromaniac." Marco sighed, adjusting his glasses as he glanced at ace only to see him looking up. Confused he opened his mouth to confront him only to get some of that delish dust in his mouth. His eyes widening, sporting a bewilded look while choking. "That maniac!"

"Oh ho ho. Hey, why don't we bet on something more interesting." Shanks hummed, an evil smirk brewing on his face as he caught their attention. This is gonna be fun. Seems like the night was set for them, meanwhile...

"Fuck, pl-please please- Oh luffy!"...A certain damsel was fighting for her life. "Hahaha! You're so cute! What do you keep bumbling on about?" Glad to know he was was enjoying himself... At your expense. Now let's rewind a little, shall we?

You had just calm down from your second and hopefully last orgasm- was it though? and you were just hoping to cuddle with bae before you both take a shower. "You were amazing, bubbly." You smiled cradling his- Now that you think about it, red-hot face. "Hm? You alright honey?"

And that's when it hit you, he never came, he was still hard and throbbing inside of you. Panting like a dog in heat and need. "J-Just one more, ok?" Stunned you tried to reason with him. "I'm still a little sensitive, how about a blowjob inst-uh!"

Your head lolled back, thighs shaking due to overstimulation. Your jaw dropped releasing melodious cries for him. "Fuck- i'm sorry!" His eyebrows creased, pupils shaking erratically as he tried to control his urges. You just looked so good right now, puckering your lips when you said you'd give him a bj. So thoughtful of you.

"No it's fine." You whimpered, body still shaking from his sudden thrust. He moved back to release himself from your tempting, tight and twitching cunt, but surprise surprise. Guess who locked their ankles. You, dumbfuck. "No, w-want you to keep moving." You muttered averting your eyes as you lifted your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him down to kiss those swollen lips of his and Hmmm did they taste good.

He grunted feeling your legs tighten around his waist giving him the green light to start thrusting. Your crys and mewls keeping him motivated as he searched for places to increase your pleasure. "Ah- yes! Right there!" You wailed, digging your fingers into his hair to pull him off of your swollen nipple to intertwine your tongues together.

Saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth, your tits bouncing, tongue lolled out and eyes on the verge of rolling back, if that wasn't obvious enough that you were about to come then the whimpers of 'please let me come!' 'I've been good!' 'Faster baby!' Were enough to tell.

"Anything you want!" Luffy grunted, perspiration building on every surface of his skin causing the beautiful dark hair you love pulling so much to cling to his forehead and neck. You were both laying sideways before but now he was fucking you into the sheets, letting your head dig back into the pillow and back arched away from the sheets.

Whimpering you begged luffy to let you come and hopefully he comes with you cause you don't think you can handle another round instantaneously but it seems non of your prayers were being answered, aleast not today because immediately you came luffy kept thrusting.

"S-Shit! No m-more, luffy pleas-" You cried, you felt so overwhelmed. Your body was shivering and jolting at the overstimulation luffy's movements caused you. Luffy whimpered when you clenched down harshly around him, his teeth gritted and sweat rolling down his forehead as he focused on hitting a particular spongy spot in you. "What do you mean? What's that quote again? Ah! 'There's always room for more!'"

"That's n-not it idio- ouh! Fuck not there!" Finding the spot he hit it repeatedly, his fingers trailing down your body to rub at your clit, circling it with his pointer and index, encouraging your screams with his laughs. Very soon he had you quaking then squirting, you had your hands pushing at his chest when your hips jolted forward, the overwhelming sensation causing you to almost go blind. "Nuhhh!"

Your bruised lips were agape and your pupils weren't visible as you bathed luffy with your essence, literally just spraying him, drenching him in your juices as he laughed, amused by your expression and the way it tickled when your fluids dripped and rolled down the ridges of his abdomen down to his thighs, coating the sheets below you with your elixir.

"Haha! Woah you did that last time! I didn't know you could do it again!" He paused his thrusts to look at you with stars in his eyes... Uh oh. "Do it again!" He beam using the tips of his fingers to smack your clit lightly. This caused you to jerk, spurting a little more then a sob. "I-I c-can't please, I-" You were still coming down from your orgasm but your words seemed to interest luffy, so he sat up, you whimpered at the feeling of him moving abruptly.

"Hmmm..." He had his hand on his chin, his head tilted to the right, one eyes closed and his lips in a pout. You were scatter brained right now so you couldn't guess what he was thinking. Suddenly he straightened up, his hand forming a fist to smack his open palm, his grin was large like he just thought of something brilliant. "If you can't? I'll just make you!"

Your heart dropped 'this bitch is trying to kill me!' "Wait luff- fuckkk!" Your hands flew back to grab at the pillow behind you. He wrapped your thighs around his waist making your lower back hover over the bed. His fingers dug into your waist as he held you up then began to thrust. The bed creaking and banging the wall with his every move. "You feel g-good y/n!"

You were getting fucked so good you were beginning to lose all rational senses, he was hitting all the right spots and although overstimed you were having the time of your life- sike. Bro was wrecking you. You were going stupid with the amount of times luffy made you come. You'd think he's had enough at this point but no. He has a lot of stamina and to be honest you should have seen this coming.

No matter how much you begged and whimpered for luffy to go slow it seemed to go on deaf ears even though it was your sobs that overlapped every other noise in the room. Luffy was about losing his shit, he leaned down to kiss you, his hands leaving your waist running across your back to latch his fingers onto your shoulders. This position let him pull you down on him as he thrusted up and into you.

Arms over his back you held his shoulder for support as he bullied you with his length. You cried out feeling your orgasm once again in your grasp, something felt off but it completely went over your mind when luffy kissed your cervix with his tip almost threatening to penetrate your womb. "S-Shit y/n! I'm close!" Fucking finally.

"Luffy!" You almost cried tears of joy when you heard that and you did when your orgasm came crashing down on you for the what? Fourth? Fifth time? Well doesn't matter all that matters now is how you're probably not going to walk for a long time. Your thighs shivered and clenched around luffy's abdomen as you came.

I know i always say this but it's not my fault you always end up like this; hair scattered, lips parted to pave way for silent screams, eyelids wide open letting you see and hear white noise, your nails running down luffy's back and ankles locked around his lower back as your body convulsed against his. "Uh!"

For a moment when luffy's thrust became sloppy, riding out your orgasm in the process, you felt like you were floating for what felt like seconds before you came crashing down. No literally. Luffy's room was stationed in attic and it had old wooden floors instead of concrete like the others so both you, luffy and the bed fell through the ceiling landing right on the table were the other four were playing cards. Dust invaded the room obstructing everyone's vision and lungs.

It was silent for a while only coughing and wheezing before it all seized when a choked sob rang around the silent room then full on sobbing. "Luffyyy!" You wailed your head pressed deep in his shoulder causing his name to come out a little muffled. You hugged him tight, fingers digging into his back as tears dripped out your eyes while you came- yes you came again- fuck i'm gonna kill him.

You weren't the only one doing so bad, luffy was definitely being choked right now. The force of the bed landing caused a violent thrust and the next thing he knows he's biting down on your shoulder trying to muffled his cries as he came violently. He successfully broke through your cervix and was filling your inner chamber with his gooey essence. "Fucking- shit!"

Due him being pressed against your lower abdomen and womb you were forced to squirt again. Your juices splashed against him drenching him once again. It didn't stop for a while causing little whimpers to leave your lips as you continued to flood the sheets with your nectar. It wasn't until luffy managed to pull himself out from your inner cavern still intact, did your spurts end.

Luffy being the first to recover realises that people are in the room. On a normal basis he wouldn't care but you were here and bare and there was no way he'd let other people see you naked, so using his last strength he quickly pulled the blanket up, letting it cover you both before he fell on you careful not to thrust in further.

"Pay up!" Ace and shanks said when the dust settled down letting their gazes pierce your covered and stilled figures on the mattress, i say that because it was the only thing standing. The force from falling broke both the bed frame and table leaving the mattress on a heap of broken wood. You groaned in embarrassment causing their laughter to increase, laughing louder when they heard a smack and promise after luffy joined in. "I'm never sleeping with you again."

[privatehousesanatomy]

Hi, love your work! Thank you for sharing and writing.

Could you do a House X fem!Reader where he tries to impress her with a tour on his motorcycle? <3

Thank you. Wish you a wonderful Day :3

NEED FOR SPEED - gregory house x fem!reader

ahh tysm, i love that you love my writing! i think this is such a cute prompt!!

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"i still can't believe you bought a motorcycle," you sighed, shaking your head in disapproval. after working many shifts in the ER, you'd dealt with at least a hundred motorcycle crash victims, so you knew the dangers that came with riding them. you saw what they could do to people. so when house announced that he was now the proud owner of one, it's safe to say that you weren't pleased in the slightest.

"oh come on," house scoffed, grabbing the key off of the catch-all dish that sat on the entryway table. "it's because of my leg, isn't it? you think i can't drive it."

"you can barely drive your own car safely," you reminded him. that part was true - house knew the rules of the road and tried to push those rules as far as he could without actually breaking any laws.

"that's different," he rolled his eyes, going to the hallway closet now. "come on, i got you a helmet."

"there is absolutely no way i'm getting on that thing," you huffed, immediately shaking your head when he held the helmet out to you. you were someone he was beginning to see on a more regular basis, and he'd be remiss to say that he wasn't developing feelings for you. the last thing house had wanted was another relationship after the way his previous one ended, but somehow you'd managed to get past his barriers.

"i promise i won't go too fast," he said. he could understand why you were apprehensive about getting on the bike, but he also wanted you to have a part in the things that he was interested in as well. he wasn't good at expressing that outright, though, but he was certainly trying. at first, you were about to protest, but the pleading look in his blue eyes was enough to make you cave, and you let out a groan.

"fine, but you'd better not go too fast," you told him, making sure he was actually willing to keep his word.

the bike had been customized with a spot for house to put his cane, so that answered your question as to how he even rode the damn thing having to carry his cane around.

"don't worry, i thought of everything before i bought it. you really thought i was just going to buy any old bike?" he asked you, pretending to be appalled at the mere idea. you chuckled softly, shaking your head.

"knowing you, you would have taken the damn thing from the scrap yard for free," you teased. house smirked slightly, putting his helmet on over his head and waiting for you to do the same.

"sorry if it stinks. wilson wore it last," he joked, and you rolled your eyes. before putting the helmet on. it was heavy, but at least you knew that if you were to get into an accident, your head was protected. you then sat down on the back end of the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist. the feeling of your arms around him made his body tense just a little bit, as the whole concept of physical touch was still slightly new to him. he was getting used to the fact that being in a relationship meant sharing these moments of intimacy, but he couldn't deny that it felt good.

turning the key in the ignition, he started up the bike and took off down the street. much to your surprise, he kept his promise and drove at a steady pace, which you were thankful for.

it was the perfect day for a ride. the sun was shining for once and the city just felt so much brighter. summer had finally touched down in princeton and you couldn't be happier. it was your favourite time of year, after all.

it wasn't long before house pulled off at a gas station, as he'd noticed shortly after they'd left the apartment that he'd needed to fill the tank. he took his helmet off so he could do what he needed to do, and he turned to look at you.

"wasn't so bad, was it?" he smirked, and you were trying hard to make it seem like you weren't having fun, but it was to no avail.

"i guess," you replied, but the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth suggested otherwise.

"i told you so," he hummed, filling up the bike with gas. ironically, this was his first time needing to fill up since he bought the damn thing, though he really only rode it to and from the hospital. this was his first real joyride.

back on the road again and you were headed for the outskirts of town, and you had to admit that the scenic route was even better than the city views. everything was so green and alive out here, and it made you want to trade in your apartment in the city for a little farmhouse in the country. sure, maybe the commute to and from work would be a little longer than you'd like, but it was a minor detail that you'd be willing to make sacrifices for.

eventually house pulled off for a break so that he could stretch his leg again. he still dealt with chronic pain, after all, and sitting on a motorcycle did require him to stay in one position for a long time.

you both hopped off the bike and took off your helmets, breathing in the fresh country air. it was so much better than the polluted fumes that filled the city air.

"you ready to admit you're having fun now?" house smirked as he set his helmet down on the seat of the bike. you rolled your eyes, a smirk present on your own face.

"yeah, yeah. but we're not making a habit out of this," you replied, and he took a step closer to you before pulling you in by the waist.

"you say that now," he mumbled, and the two of you closed the gap between you with a kiss.

[jamiekb]

Exploring the new Welcome Home Update

So here's my journey through the new update and the little details that it has, this will be a very long post and of course full of spoilers.

Look at the new design for the loading screen, so Christmas-y! I particularly love the antlers on Home's chimney.

Looking good Wally! And now we have new little doodles that seem to go with the holiday.

Ok so according to the admins no more bugs so wonder what will be different this time. Onto the news page then

Also I'm really digging the new background

Ok starting the FAQ now and some questions and answers are interesting. So they've been receiving more material covered in goop. They kinda adress in universe the move of the website, due to malicious material and in the code of the page.

And there is one new hidden message in the answers (I think) "The numbers are so hard to read. Sometimes I can't see them" So do we have to look for numbers now?

Took a detour through the stickers and they have new ones! There is Wally making a Home out of snow, sleeping Julie, I think Frank singing Carols to a butterfly, Poppy with a Jello thing, Eddie with a ton of presents to deliver, Howdy with some relatives, Sally as the star of a Christmas tree and Barnaby with a snowman.

Also with the "Welcome Home" banners two are a bit more desaturated now. And now that I think about it there are some stains in the main banner too

Neighborhood

Anyway unto the Neighborhood! Looks so cute although I'll be honest the clock tower is a bit weird and the trees feel a bit more intense at the edges or maybe that's just me

Eddie seems quite normal though now apparantly he has a mother, I'm confident that didn't use to be there. Is it weird that other than Wally hes the only one that didn't add anything new to his home for the season?

I think Howdy's description also changed a bit but nothing alarming. His store now seems to have signs welcoming his family for the holidays.

Checking Barnaby's description they seem to all have a bit more background info, since he apparently left his farm life to come to Home. Ok what does "Barnaby’s middle initial was often rotated in terms of what it stood for" mean???

Poppy is so cute! Is she holding cupcakes decorated like the characters or did she already do that? Ok but her new details feel very interesting: she claims to be able to fly but it's never shown and she never leaves her house to the point of being excluded from some events (like Wally's Homewarming party I guess)

Sallys is fine. She's besties with Poppy I guess and she can shine??? How do you make a puppet shine?? Were they roommates maybe?

Oh Julie got quite a backstory. Named siblings, she has paws and used to live in the forest on the outskirts of Home in a cave with her family. And she hibernates that's too cute!

Great my dear Frank still gets no background info (which is very interesting) but he goes get forced heteronormativity.

Ok and Wally is kinda similar, no background info just very dedicated to Home. And I''l see about coming back to the As above so below page since I can't seem to click it, might just be me. You can still see the goop at the doorstep though

Merchandise

Ok so first off the Merchandise page has a different background to the rest, some colorful static and took a bit to load.

oooh they even changed the layout for the phone since you could hear Wallys call, that's such a cool detail

Maybe I'll go back and see if Eddies or Sally's stories have been changed in the audio or transcipt but I'll stick to the new stuff for now. Now that i think about maybe Sally's doesn't have the bit where the transcript couldnt understand it.

Finally reached the wish book and I love it so much, this is so much work all around! My favorites are the Frank and Wally pillows, Eddie Dear Lil' Mailman's Kit, the Home Clock and specially the tree skirt! I now have to make those cute neighbors

Oh my god the record has the perfect Santa voice. And.. interesting that the ad cuts off when we get to Eddie. I'm not really surprised thought it would do something when it got to him or Frank, still suspicious.

Homewarming Story

The sound editing for all this new items is amazing!

I love the bit of the characters tripping up the narrators, this one just hasn't been able to get it right.

Hey is it me or in this one they've been a bit more insistent that Frank is a bit too literal but in a not so good way, not that much more intense but can't help but notice it. Seems a bit meaner

The return of Walliford!

Good to know Home uses he/him I guess

excuse me the fuck was that sound distortion???

and then it ends kinda abruptly, so that's that...

Where's my Eddie by the way, they didn't ask him and didn't find him while out on the town. I better hear him at some point or I will riot.

We have a code!

Ok so I was skimming the rest of the material before choosing what to listen to next and saw the cereal and craft at the back! So I guess now I have to find all the little drawings in the page and see when come from that

So I did listen to a few more songs, nice to see Eddie and Frank interacting as always, and noticed that in the transcript pages there are some entries for Mistery Audio, which are actually three of the previously hidden videos so that's interesting

Also not all the pages have four drawings some only one, so I've been trying to keep track which symbols i found where in case it matters. Still don't know what they're for just going around collecting them

Ok nvm I was doing things out of order and now that I got to media can see they are mentioned there

So after finally getting all the little things and going back to tumblr cause honestly I didnt really get what to do, I'm guessing it leads to a website, since one of the pages just has www as the code, so I'll try that I guess since I saw that there is a secret website somewhere. If it takes me too long I'll just look it up

Secret website

Nvm I'm too impatient at this point and I think i was missing a few letters so I just looked it up

Ok so that's interesting, so this person is kinda like the one behind the scenes talking to us along with whatever had infected the website before. They mention how the curator got sick (???) but is better now and that they'll try to update this website with the weird things they find

So the phone is one, like the weird glitched audio from Wally. This audio is interesting cause it plays out technically in real life but Wally speaks as if they are living out their lives...

And then moving on to the commercial they are speaking again of being compelled to know more, to see and wait. I'm sure some is curiosity but that can't be all

ohmygod this is more than 20 minutes long, the effort it must have taken Clown and team is monumental

that little animation is so cute!!!

fast forward many commercials and we have Eddie!!! And even a whole hand helping Poppy or something.

god the tobacco comercial of course they would have one

My poor Eddie boy is so anxious and depressed, why is no one talking to you bud? Like not getting him a present is a thing but not even Julie called him to play... and now is he's spiraling and even mad, that's unusual for sure. Also what's with the perspective of his videos, everything is a commercial or in the case of the secret videos it's interactions with other neighbors. This is more like the secret videos that we're seeing from someones POV, but not even that, we're observing him not looking through his eyes

Oh my poor Eddie is certainly going through it, who let them expose him to The Horrors? The horror aspect of this ARG sure has started to pick up speed, even I picked up some anxiety from that last segment

Also I did notice that Frank eventually dropped the Mr Dear for Eddie when he got more worried, almost like hes more worried than for an act that he has to put up huh?

So that was the newest Welcome home update. I can say it was everything I hoped for and more!!! The team behind it really gave it their all. From VAs for the audios to all the visual and graphic artists for the commercials its all so wonderful

[heartseungs-archive]

love.fm | h.rj

genre ❥ fluff, angst, coworkers to lovers  pairings ❥ radio show host!renjun x fem!reader  word count ❥ 7.2k   warnings ❥ none author’s note ❥ had this sitting in my wip for a while after rewatching renra on akdong seoul....just thought it would be a really cute idea!!

My love's so young, I'm young, at a sweet age I can't only look at you

As the ‘ON AIR’ sign flickers to life, you pick up the familiar pair of headphones at your seat, colourful stickers decorating the headband to separate it from the rest. The other guys at the station don’t particularly mind sharing headphones, but you find having a personalized one more enjoyable.

Seulgi, your program director, stands behind the glass wall, flashing a thumbs up from where she’s comfortably nestled in her chair. Jeno is just beside her, but he’s much more focused on the music controls, ensuring that it’s broadcasting smoothly. There’s a teleprompter in front of you, but you know you won’t need it. You’ll probably go off script anyways.

Which is why your partner flashes a warning glance at you, and you simply grin. He’s the one who keeps track of time and attempts to stick to Seulgi’s meticulously planned program sheets, reigning you in when you go off tangents.

Huang Renjun has been your partner host for the past year, and the both of you make a good team. A wonderful team, actually, if the listener numbers are anything to go off by. You know it’s partially luck that the both of you got an interesting show to helm, but surely part of it is due to your efforts as well.

Renjun’s dressed in a comfortable black hoodie today, already wearing his reading glasses as he looks over the script. You had teased him for his poor eyesight until he finally caved and bought the white frames that now rest comfortably on his nose.

A cue from Seulgi jolts you out of your thoughts, and you quickly take a sip of water before turning on the microphone. Renjun flashes an encouraging smile at you, even though it’s practically routine at this point.

“Welcome to The Love Club, where we provide a solution towards each and every dilemma you have about romance. It’s your favourite DJ, Y/N, along with Ren-D. I hope your Friday is going good, dear listener, so grab a cup of tea and let us accompany you until midnight!” The words flow out of your mouth smoothly, from weeks upon weeks of practice. Even then, the rush of excitement that fills you each time you speak into the microphone still remains as new as the first day you stepped into the studio.

“Thank you to everyone who sent in their stories! Today, we’ll be discussing the topic of first loves. Our first story is from user jiyeonluv.”

Dear Ren-D and Y/N-D,

I’m Jiyeon, a high-school student. I have a crush on someone in my school, and I really, really like them. But we’re graduating already, and I think we’ll be going to different universities. Should I pursue him?

You hum gently, thinking over your reply. The letter causes a fond smile to make its way onto your face, just from how adorable it is. “I think you should go for it. After all, if both of you really like each other, it’s possible. Besides, it’s better to try and be rejected, rather than not and worry about the what ifs.”

Renjun nods. “Besides, I heard long-distance relationships are the trend now,” he adds.

“I’m not sure where Renjun gets his trends from, considering he barely uses the internet,” you contradict, and Renjun scoffs slightly. “However, I hope everything goes well for you, user jiyeonluv! On that note, the first song of today that we’ll be playing is Young Luv by STAYC.”

“Good job today,” you say, and Renjun quickly returns your tired grin. He pushes open the glass door, you following behind him. Your tote bag lies on the shelf outside the office along with your sneakers, and you quickly put your shoes on, smartphone in hand.

Seulgi and Jeno wave goodbye to you as you leave, both of them already preparing for the next programme. Their schedules run a bit differently from yours and Renjun’s, considering they manage the night programmes until two in the morning. You wouldn’t be surprised if the both of them were almost nocturnal at this point.

The hallway is dim at this time of night, the broadcasting station void of much activity except for the room you just exited. However, there are still footsteps here and there, likely from interns or security patrolling the building.

It’s a short walk from your studio to the carpark, but you’re already shivering by the time you exit the building. It’s coming to fall, and the leaves are already transitioning to shades of autumnal red and yellow.

It’s quickly halted by the feeling of a jacket over your shoulders, however, and you quickly look up at Renjun, a silent protest in your eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a hoodie on. You, on the other hand, should really start remembering to bring your own jacket.”

“I don’t need to, when you lend me one anyways,” you reply, and he huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes.

However, you’re quick to move your hands towards the heating vents of Renjun’s car once you’re inside, sinking into the plush leather seats comfortably.

“You don’t need to send me back, you know. The public buses are still running,” you mutter, your breath fogging up the window. You draw a smiley face on it absentmindedly, watching as the cityscape flies by.

“It’s not that safe. Besides, you’re on the way anyways.” Renjun’s lying, because you know where he lives, and it is most definitely not on the way. In fact, it’s likely added an extra fifteen minutes to his journey home, but you’re not going to protest with him further, especially when the rides are in your benefit.

Even though the both of you are able to continue an entertaining banter throughout the entirety of the radio program, you and Renjun seem to lapse more into silence once alone, likely due to fatigue as well. You suppose it’s also due to the fact that there’s not much need for words to be exchanged for you to feel comfortable in Renjun’s presence, him focused on the road and you with…well, nothing exactly. The drive is always a good time for you to clear your mind, considering Renjun’s careful enough and you completely trust him to get you back home safe.

“See you tomorrow,” he says once the both of you are in front of your apartment building and you wave to him before stepping out onto the pavement, watching as his car gradually disappears down the winding path.

When you reach home, you’re quick to fall into bed, already exhausted. You’ll shower tomorrow, you think, but for now, what you need is a good night’s sleep.

“Well, someone looks cranky.”

“Shut up, Haechan.”

“Even I don’t mess with Jaemin, Haechan. You should be careful,” Mark says, and Jaemin just nods. Haechan sighs dramatically, sinking back into the chair, and his antics are the first thing you see when you step into the office.

“Well, I hope no one’s cranky after what I bought,” you announce, paper bags with recognizable green logos in your hands. Jaemin immediately perks up, looking at you gratefully.

“You’re so much better than Haechan,” he says, a sound of indignance coming from the other boy at his statement.

“Eight shots for you- I don’t know how you actually drink that, by the way, an iced tea for Mark and a latte for Hyuck.” The boys mutter soft thank yous as they take the cups from you, leaving two inside. Your caramel macchiato, and someone else’s-

“Speak of the devil.” Renjun is quick to grab his drink from your outstretched hand, raising a brow at you. It takes a while for you to realise you said it out loud, and your cheeks turn red, quickly shaking your head. “I was just wondering where you were, and you walked in right after,” you explain, and he nods, stealing a sip of your drink before he goes to his seat. You’re used to it at this point, even if Renjun has already gotten his own cold brew. You had been the one to persuade the boy into trying your macchiato a few months ago, to no little amount of effort. After a while, he had caved, but Renjun would never admit that he liked your drink more than his own.

“Today’s meeting is quite important, which is why I asked you guys to meet early.”

“At nine in the morning, no less,” Jaemin mumbles, and there’s barely audible laughter from the other two boys in the room. You had been wondering why Mark had texted the groupchat asking all of you to come down to the office early.

This morning, you had stumbled out of bed groggily when your alarm awoke you, running to the bathroom when you realised you might be late. The coffee had simultaneously been an apology and a distraction, but it ended up not mattering as much, since Renjun had arrived later than you.

“We need to discuss our plans for the second half of the year. If you guys want to revamp your programmes, change something about it, or anything.”

Haechan raises his hand quickly. “I think 37.5MHz should be extended to four hours.”

“No one wants to hear you talk for four hours, Haechan,” Renjun replies, and Haechan looks at him incredulously.

“Just because you can’t appreciate the masterpiece that is my voice, doesn’t mean others won’t-”

“Let’s stay focused, guys,” Mark reminds, but even he’s struggling slightly to maintain a serious expression on his face. The five of you are already familiar with each other at this point, being the ones to host the weekday special programs.

Mark’s in charge of the broadcast from ten in the morning to noon, his programme aptly titled Mark’s Music Space. You had come up with it at a meeting once, and he ended up liking it a lot more than you expected.

At two, Jaemin’s the one in the studio, a cup of coffee always by his side. Which is accurate, you suppose, since his entire programme is cafe-themed. He’s the one in charge of curating most of the playlists for the station, considering how well-versed the boy is in picking songs based on the mood.

Haechan takes over at five with 37.5Mhz, brightening the natural lull of the afternoons with his cheery personality. The boy runs it almost like a podcast at this point, often spending more time chatting than playing music. Still, if his ratings are anything to go by, you suppose there is an audience that he appeals to.

And then at nine, it’s you and Renjun’s turn, with Love.fm. The most interesting program, in your opinion, but you’ll never tell the other guys that, because they’ll definitely begin arguing with you incessantly. Still, you’re proud of how much work you and Renjun have put in, taking hours to plan out your themes and filtering through the listeners’ letters personally.

“Y/N, Renjun. Anything you guys want to change?” You look up at Mark, shaking your head. “I’m happy with the program.” “Me too,” Renjun replies, and you grin at him.

Jaemin lets out a slight chuckle, Haechan right after him, and you cast a pointed glance at the two. “What?” Jaemin quickly shakes his head, expression becoming blank once again. “Nothing.”

You look at Mark’s hesitant expression, and decide to just bite the bullet. “Mark, what is it?” The boy’s expression is stricken as he meets your gaze, and he coughs slightly before continuing. “Oh..um…I was gonna ask if you and Renjun wanted to make Love.fm a viewable broadcast.”

”Why don’t I get a viewable broadcast?”

“Because you post everything on your Instagram already. If I was your fan, I wouldn’t want to see your face anymore,” Jaemin responds, and Haechan huffs petulantly.

“Like….a live stream?” Renjun asks hesitantly, and Mark nods. “Yeah. Your program is already so popular, and I think a lot of the listeners are quite curious about what you guys look like. It would be a good idea for publicity. Of course, you don’t have to do a viewable one every day, it could be once a week, or something,” he explains, and you consider the idea briefly. It isn’t a bad one. You’re not someone who’s particularly afraid of the camera, and neither is Renjun. The idea’s almost exciting, the fact that you and Renjun are something like mini-celebrities because of your programme.

“I’m down if Renjun is,” you say, smiling, and Mark looks relieved, turning to your partner. “Sure,” Renjun says, and Mark claps his hands together. “Great! We can do the first one on Monday? For everyone else, Seulgi’s also discussing with the publicity team about getting us to film additional content, so I’ll keep you guys updated on that.”

You realise now that this is likely Seulgi’s idea, and it makes sense, really. When you had first started the job, you hadn’t expected the listeners to show so much support for their show hosts. Jaemin, Haechan and Mark have something of their own following as well. The five of you have potential as media personalities, and it's obvious that Seulgi’s making good use of it.

“Want to get breakfast?” Renjun asks, leaning over to your seat. “Yes please, I’m starving.” You grab your things and follow him out, waving goodbye to the others in the room.

As you pass by the recording studio, you hear faint voices filtering out of the room.

“Welcome to Chenji’s this….”

“And that!” You immediately recognize Jisung’s baritone and see the two younger boys inside, already rehearsing for their show. “They’ve improved a lot,” you comment, a fond smile on your face as you watch the two.

“I remember when they first joined. Jisung couldn’t even say one sentence without stuttering,” Renjun adds, and you let out a soft giggle. “Well, it’s thanks to you that he’s so good now. Don’t act like you didn’t stay up practising with him.” Renjun’s cheeks redden at your comment, but you know it’s true. Despite his colder exterior, Renjun is caring to the ones closest to him, and has a soft spot for the nervous youngest. It’s something you’ve noticed about him after spending so much time together, his quiet acts of service.

“What are you thinking about?” Renjun asks as the both of you step out into the bright morning sunlight. He looks nice today, brown corduroy jacket over a white shirt and jeans.

“I like your outfit today,” you comment, not catching the way Renjun’s breath hitches, his pulse speeding up just barely.

“Are you just saying this because you want the jacket?”

“No promises.”

When I see you happy Naturally, I'm laughing along I get excited by your actions and toss and turn

Technically, you shouldn’t even be nervous. But you can’t shake the tension that grips you, despite the two cups of hot chamomile that you’ve already consumed. It’s okay, you tell yourself. Today is like any other broadcast, Y/N.

“We just hit fifty thousand listeners,” Seulgi announces, and you sigh shakily, hearing Mark let out a low whistle at the news. You take it back. Today isn’t like any other broadcast. That’s close to double your usual number. Your train of thoughts- more like a nervous trainwreck at this point, really- is brought to a halt by the feeling of a warm hand on yours.

“You okay?” Renjun asks, his gaze warm, and you feel your heartrate slow down slightly. It’s not that you don’t want this- you’re quite excited, to be honest, but there’s also a little fear at the viewers’ reactions.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he continues, out of earshot of the people outside. However, you’re quick to pull yourself out of it, shaking your head at Renjun. His concerned gaze doesn’t leave your figure, but you smile at him reassuringly.

“I’m fine. Ready as ever. Seulgi, shall we start?” You ask, and she nods, turning on the cameras. There’s a screen in front of you that shows the comments, but you decide not to look, instead focusing on your script and the camera.

“Hello, everyone! Today is a very special day. As you can see, Ren-D and I are meeting everyone for the first time via live stream.” Renjun waves shyly at that, and you automatically grin, nervousness easing slightly as you fall back into the routine of hosting.

“I feel like someone doing a face reveal,” Renjun points out, and you laugh slightly. “Yeah, me too. Honestly, I was so nervous.”

You’re feeling much better now, and it feels like any other evening in the broadcasting studio, Renjun next to you, script in hand.

“Let me read out our first letter today, from user tyongya.”

Dear Y/N-D and Ren-D,

You have no idea how excited I was for the broadcast today! I wrote this letter because I’ve been in a relationship with someone for two years, but we haven’t told each other we love each other yet. What is love to the both of you?

Thank you for this program, and I’m cheering both of you on!

“Oh…” you trail off as you think over your reply, head tilted. “Wow, that’s a big question,” Renjun comments, and you nod.

“I think love is wanting to see the other person happy, no matter what. Like, seeing them smile makes you smile too. That’s the simplest way I can put it,” you finally state, and Renjun makes a sound of agreement.

“Y/N said it well. If I love someone, I think I would place their happiness above my own. Personally, I would say that loving someone means that being with them makes you want to be a better person, both for them and for yourself.” Renjun’s looking at you as he says it, and his voice takes on a noticeably softer tone. You’re suddenly unable to look at him for some reason, gaze darting downwards to your script nervously.

Once you regain your composure, you continue, even though the back of your neck still feels warm for some reason.

“Yes, don’t forget that self-love is important too, guys,” you say, and Renjun chuckles, causing you to inevitably let out a laugh of your own as well. He’s smiling brightly, and you’re not sure whether it’s because of the excitement of doing a live video broadcast, but you can’t hold back the wide grin that appears resolutely on your features as well.

“Now, our next song is Love, Maybe by Melomance. User tyongya, this is for you. We hope you find love soon!”

“I knew you would recommend Love, Maybe,” Renjun says, a teasing smirk on his face. “It’s a good song!” you defend, and he doesn’t reply, causing you to jab him softly with your elbow.

“Say it’s a good song, or I won’t stop playing it in the car,” you threaten, leaning towards him until your faces are close. Renjun leans back playfully, away from you, and you only lean closer, eyes questioning.

Until your headphone wire gets caught, causing you to stumble forward into his chair. Renjun’s quick to catch you, and you turn to look at him, only realising your faces are a hair’s breadth away from each other when it’s too late.

You’re quite sure you’ve stopped breathing as you look into Renjun’s wide eyes. It seems like forever before he quickly regains his senses and puts some distance between the both of you, standing up from his chair and letting out a nervous cough.

You’re still in a daze, cheeks already reddening with their familiar flush.

”Guys, good job on the broadcast today- are you two alright?” Seulgi glances confusedly at the both of you as she steps in, and Renjun is the first to respond.

“Yeah…we’re fine. What did you say?” He asks, and Seulgi looks rather doubtful, even as she grins at the both of you.

“We broke our viewer record today. And you guys should see the comments,” she adds, handing the both of you her laptop. You scroll absentmindedly, taking a while to focus. There are thousands of them, coming in at a mile a minute even though the broadcast’s over.

Wow….the both of them look exactly how they sound. And I love their voices, so that speaks for itself.

Y/N looks like she could be a celebrity! And Renjun too.

It’s hard to conceal your happy smile at the positive comments, even if it’s shallow to care about your appearance. Renjun catches your eyes, and the previous tension seems to be dispelled. You continue scrolling down, not entirely ready for the next barrage of comments.

The more I think about it, Renjun and Y/N look so good together.

These two are so compatible…I wonder if they’re dating?

Wouldn’t it be so cute if they were a couple? They even run Love.fm together…it’s like something out of a fiction book.

You cough abruptly, cheeks flushing as Seulgi looks at you, concerned. Renjun seems to have noticed them too, handing the laptop back and averting his gaze from where you’re standing. You hear the door open, and realise the midnight news broadcast must be starting soon.

“Right, you guys must be tired. Go home and rest,” she nags, almost pushing the both of you out of the recording studio. You don’t even bother to resist her, thoughts hung up on the comments from the listeners.

There’s an awkward silence that hangs over you and Renjun as the both of you leave the company building, and you fiddle with your fingers, unsure of what to say. It continues even as you enter the car, and Renjun seems to feel it too, for he immediately plays music the moment the both of you get in.

You lean your head against the headrest, occasionally taking quick glances at Renjun when you think he isn’t looking. It makes you feel nervous somehow, as if you’re doing something you shouldn’t.

His profile is soft under the streetlights, silver hair shining brightly even in the darkness. You remember when he had first walked in with it, and you stared at him open-mouthed in shock. It was such a stark contrast from his previous raven black hair, and yet seemed to make his features glow even brighter. The thought makes your heart flutter against your own will. You’re bewildered at the strange feeling, and yet can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the boy.

“You’re staring. Is something wrong?” Renjun’s direct question causes you to sit up immediately, heart rate stumbling. “Nope, nothing,” you stutter out, stubbornly turning your gaze out the car window, just in time for you to miss the amused smile on Renjun’s face.

“Y/N, wait.” Your hand is on the car handle when Renjun halts you outside your apartment building. You turn back to look at him, tote bag already in your grasp. “What is it?” The silver-haired boy falls silent at that, seeming to hesitate over something. You’re patient, however, leaning back into the seat just as you recognise the next song that has started playing through his car speakers.

I'm gettin' really tired of this back and forth Why don't we just give in to this driving force? I mean, there's somethin' between us

The lyrics make your brain short-circuit, and you can’t help but interpret them in the context of the situation, filling your heart with a heady sort of hope as you look at Renjun. It feels like you’re wading into unfamiliar waters, but something tells you to keep going.

“You did well today.”

“Huh?” You’re brought back down to reality, Renjun’s words grounding you.

”You were nervous, but you got through it. I’m proud of you. That’s what I wanted to say, I guess,” he mumbles, and the words are sweet, warming your heart.

“That wasn’t what I was expecting,” you say reflexively, and he turns to you. “Were you expecting something else?” His gaze is strangely searching as he turns to you, almost as if he’s silently beseeching you to say something else as well. However, you’re seized by nerves, and quickly shake your head.

“No, nothing. Thank you, Renjun. You did well today too. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Even then, you feel a sense of disappointment, but you can’t possibly blame him for your own overactive imagination. It must be the comments getting to your head, you think, as you step out of the car and Renjun waves to you.

Still, you can’t shake the thought of Renjun being more to you, of the both of you being more than just colleagues and friends. It’s never been something that’s come to mind, and yet made glaringly obvious by the events of today. The way you are starting to find it harder to let your eyes stray from his features, the drives home with him becoming the most treasured moments of your day.

The answer’s simple, really. Stupidly simple that you should have figured it out a long time ago, considering the fact that the both of you run a romance advisory programme. You have feelings for Renjun. Not-so-platonic feelings, if the speeding up of your heartbeat in the past few days are any indication.

You only remember the second half of the lyrics when you’re on your sofa, the lyrics of the song that was playing in Renjun’s car.

If I'm on your mind You know that you're on my mind I don't want to fall in love alone

“I don’t want to fall in love alone either,” you say to no one in particular, the only accompaniment being the four walls of your studio apartment. You’re at a loss on what to do with Renjun, haunted by both the endless possibilities and the fear of rejection.

Love is hard when it comes to Renjun, and you’re not sure if all your experience with hosting will have any use.

It’s two days before Renjun sees you in the studio again. On Tuesday, he had been waiting for you outside, before Seulgi had fired a quick text saying you had called in sick.

When you were absent from your seat beside him on Wednesday, there had been a foreign feeling of emptiness in the studio, compounded by the fact that you had yet to reply Renjun’s messages. Even then, he tries to make the program as engaging as possible, assuming that you’re home resting.

It’s not the same, no matter how hard he tries. It’s not the same without you.

By the time you step into the recording booth, Renjun’s positively overcome with worry, ready to jump out of his seat and hug you at the sight of you well and alive. However, he’s not sure if it will overwhelm you. He decides to force himself to stay where he is, fiddling anxiously with his fingers as his eyes follow you around the room. You smile pensively at him when you catch his gaze. In truth, you hadn’t been sick. You were just scared of seeing Renjun, especially immediately after being confronted with the weight of your new feelings.

The introduction passes as usual, and you put in extra effort to make your voice bright and cheery after your absence, knowing that the listeners must have missed you. Even then, Renjun can detect a note of artificiality in your voice, almost as if you’re deliberately trying to present yourself that way. Maybe you’re still feeling sick, he thinks, and feels a pang of guilt for hounding you with his messages. However, he already has medicine in his bag, and a heat pack for you later, just to make sure you recover as quickly as possible.

You’re less talkative than usual today, giving short replies outside of the programme itself. Renjun tries not to let it unnerve him, but he’s not sure how to reach out to you.

“Renjun, can you read the next letter, please?” You ask cheerfully, the way your emotions switch up from lethargic to energetic becoming rather disarming to him. “Oh yes, of course,” he says, panicking slightly as he fumbles with his script, lost in thought.

Dear Ren-D and Y/N-D,

Hello! I’m not sure if you can call me a regular listener, but I’m very familiar with this program. I wrote this letter because of a very big dilemma I have. I think I have feelings for a good friend of mine, who also happens to be a colleague. But confessing might make our relationship awkward, and I don’t want to ruin it for us. At the same time, my feelings are so strong that I don’t know what to do with them.

“This is from user caramelmacchiato,” Renjun adds at the end, and you’re awfully silent as he looks at you, waiting to see if you’ll reply first. When you don’t speak after a while, he decides to go first.

“I think you should go for it,” he encourages, and the only thing he hears from you is a sharp inhale, causing Renjun to furrow his brows in concern.

“Often, we don’t have control over what we feel, or the people we like. I think it’s better to confess first. If he’s really someone you like that much, I’m sure he’s a good person who will understand your emotions, and the friendship won’t break apart that easily,” he continues, and you’re staring at Renjun now, a stricken expression on your face.

“And…for all you know, user caramelmacchiato, your friend just might like you back too.” Renjun’s mouth tilts up in a grin as he says it, his heart fluttering strangely for some reason. It definitely doesn’t help that your gaze is riveted on him, and Renjun runs a hand through his hair self-consciously. You’ve always made him nervous, even if you’ve known him for more than a year.

He quickly remembers that the both of you are on live broadcast, however, Seulgi and Jeno still watching. “Y/N?” he asks, and you shake your head as if clearing your mind from a fog.

“Oh, yes. Good luck, um…user caramelmacchiato.” Your voice is slightly high-pitched and squeaky, and it’s obvious you’re nervous, though Renjun can’t think of a reason why.

“As the night comes to a close, we have one last song for you. This is Fall in Love Alone by Stacey Ryan. Goodnight everyone!” You successfully bring the programme to a finale, and Jeno ends the broadcast.

Renjun’s quick to grab his things and make his way over to you, but you’re two steps ahead of him, almost jumping out of your chair once the microphone is off. He stares at you from where he is, and sees the same confused expression on Seulgi’s face. It’s unlike you to simply just up and leave, especially when Renjun is the one sending you home. And he doubts you have plans after midnight.

When he enters the hallway, there’s no sign of you, and Renjun worries his lip in frustration. He’s not stupid. There must be something wrong, somewhere. He thinks back to each of his interactions with you over the past week, picking each of them apart moment by moment in his brain.

The both of you had called to discuss the live broadcast four days ago, and ended up watching a movie together. And then it was the broadcast itself, where he sent you home afterwards. Where he had been so close to saying something that was on the tip of his tongue, but didn’t.

The next two days, you had disappeared without contact while you were sick.

There had to be something he was missing.

Maybe Saturday? But nothing happened other than the morning meeting. When the both of you had gotten breakfast after you bought him a matcha latte and got yourself a…

“Oh God,” he mutters to himself, the puzzle pieces falling into place. It’s not an entirely plausible idea, and Renjun’s pretty sure he’s making connections based on pure gut feeling. Still, it’s too much of a coincidence. Or maybe it isn’t. The way you’re acting, the song that you chose today to finish the broadcast, they fill Renjun’s heart with just the tiniest bit of hope.

He really has to find you now.

Renjun’s grateful he wore his better pair of sneakers today as he rushes out of the building, eyes scanning the place for your familiar figure.

It’s almost a solid five minutes of his heartbeat thundering in his ears until he spots you, walking in the direction of the intersection, and then he’s running.

Renjun reaches you right as the light turns green, grabbing your hand and causing you to spin around in shock. You’ve got your headphones on, and the sudden disturbance leaves your eyes wide in shock. You don’t even resist as Renjun drags you to a bench, motioning for you to sit next to him.

You guessed he would ask about your odd behaviour eventually. You just didn’t expect it to be so soon. The area is deserted except for the both of you, and Renjun’s still slightly out of breath as he sits next to you.

You don’t dare to look at him. It’s a cloudless day today, and you can see clearly even though there’s barely any lighting, thanks to the moon.

“Well, I’m sure you have something to say-” you start, but you’re quickly cut off by Renjun.

“User caramelmacchiato. That’s you, isn’t it?” His question causes your heart to stutter to a stop, and you’re hoping you heard him wrong. Still, the resounding silence tells you that you heard him exactly.

Honestly, you should probably have picked a better username. You’re kicking yourself for it now, realising you overlooked Renjun’s natural knack for observation. Your silence makes it obvious that he’s right, and the boy next to you lets out a soft sigh, causing your heart to fall slightly.

Your posture is tense, already prepared for the sting of inevitable rejection. “It’s okay if you don’t like me, Renjun, really, I’ll be fine-” you’re cut off by his palm over your mouth, and you stare at him incredulously. Renjun, for his part, looks frustrated, forehead scrunched as he turns to face you.

“Will you let me speak for one second?” He says exasperatedly, and you nod.

“I was right about the friend. He likes you back too,” Renjun mutters, and you stare at him for a few seconds too long before the words sink in. You push his hand away roughly, your lips falling open into an expression of shock.

“What?” Renjun shrugs at the disbelief on your face. “Is it that hard to believe?”

“No, it’s just that the both of us-” You’re quickly silenced again, but this time, instead of his hand, Renjun’s lips are on yours. He’s kissing you, and you’re frozen, eyes wide.

Renjun fills with alarm when you’re unresponsive, and he’s wondering if he’s made a terrible, terrible mistake. He’s just about to pull away, when there’s a tug on his hoodie. You’re kissing him back, and he can hear nothing but his heartbeat.

Renju’s not one for physical affection, but he thinks he might be dreaming. You’re definitely topping the list of people he doesn’t mind being touchy with, and he might just seek it out himself.

It seems like too soon when you finally pull away, but Renjun doesn’t mind. After all, he’s hoping that the both of you have plenty of time, to do….whatever this is. There’s still a tiny part of him, however, that fears the thought of you realising this was a mistake and running away.

That fear quickly disappears when you break out into the most radiant smile Renjun has ever seen, causing him to let out an exhale of relief, and you burst out in giggles at his expression. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m just happy,” you confess, and Renjun’s heart feels so full, so light, as you lean against him.

“I think I liked you the first day you walked into our office. I was just too much of a coward to consider even dating a colleague,” you continue, and Renjun lets a fond smile make its way onto his face.

“If you’re a coward, then I’m an idiot for not realising sooner. Will you let me send you home now?” At your soft nod, Renjun extends a hand out to you, relishing the feeling of your smaller palm in his.

It may have taken a year of waiting, confusion, and a whole lot of running, but Renjun finally has you, and he’s never going to let you go, not if you’ll have him.

“Ren-D, some of our readers are asking about your first love. Do you have any fun stories to share?”

There’s a teasing lilt to your voice, and the only thing preventing Renjun from rolling his eyes is the fact that the camera is currently panned to him.

“No fun stories, unfortunately, but I do have a reader’s letter to share.”

“Oh?”

Renjun clears his throat, feeling strangely nervous.

Dear Y/N-D and Ren-D,

Yesterday, I finally found the courage to chase after someone that I liked, and looking back, I think they might be my first love. I didn’t realise it until they confessed to me first, but I found myself missing their presence unconsciously when they were gone. I think many of us don’t realize how precious someone is until they’re no longer there. Hence, to all the fellow listeners here, I hope that you’ll live without regrets, and bravely chase your first love no matter what!

“Oh,” you exhale softly, eyes wide. The letter was strangely sentimental, heavy for a program such as yours. You can see the comments flowing in, and you’re sure many of them feel the same as you now.

“This person is really good with words,” you comment, and Renjun huffs a laugh, almost like he’s hiding a secret.

“This is from user matchalatte,” he says, and you nod absentmindedly in response, before you freeze, head whipping to look at him. The corners of his mouth are tilted up in a smirk, and you’re staring at him, before realising that the cameras are now panned to the both of you.

There’s heat rushing to your cheeks now, realising that you know who exactly user matchalatte is. Of course it’s him. Only Renjun would think of returning the gesture, just to see your reaction on broadcast.

“Um.” You’re not yet able to formulate words to respond, even though you know that Seulgi and Jeno are likely in the other room watching you both, along with tens of thousands of listeners. Renjun lets out a soft laugh at your starstruck expression, and it causes your heart to skip a beat at his happy expression.

“The next song we have for everyone is Je T’aime by Joy. We’ll be back after the break!” Renjun smoothly takes over your line while you’re still distracted, and embarrassingly enough, it makes you melt even more.

The gentle notes of the starting piano play are audible throughout the studio, and you jolt with familiarity, eyes meeting Renjun’s. You had added this to his playlist while the both of you were drafting the program schedule, and even though he had been ambivalent to the song at first, you found the album sitting on your desk a week later.

Honestly, you should have realised it sooner. That he was the one you wanted to have morning coffee runs and midnight drives with. The person whose playlists you would listen to and whose favourite songs you would save.

Je t’aime. It’s an expression of love, but you don’t think all the languages in the world are enough to describe the way you feel with Renjun. He makes you feel like you’re floating, but at the same time the one who’s grounding you, a tethering force that makes you feel safe.

There’s a consistency to the way Renjun cares for you, the way he makes a space for himself so easily in your life that he feels like home. Having his love has already become a force of habit, one that you never want to break.

The beeping of the timer reminds you that the advertisement break is up, and you’ve managed to regain some semblance of composure externally, even though there’s still a light pink dusting your cheeks.

“Welcome back to Love.fm with Ren-D and Y/N! Today’s a chilly Friday evening, so let us accompany you into the weekend. Send in any romantic worries you have, and we’ll answer each and every one of them,” you start, and narrowly avoid stuttering when a hand encapsulates yours under the desk. You flash a warning glance at Renjun despite your previous nervousness, but the boy simply has a smug grin on his face.

Still, despite his teasing, you’ll gladly give anything to live in these moments forever, him next to you with his headphones on and script in hand.

Stay by my side like a delicate scent I guess I love you, I'm in love I hope this pleasant feeling will never change

[hellspawn-enjoyer]

Astarion and Karlach Being Adorable Neighbors In Camp

I was mainly thinking about how cute some of the camp setups are and how the companions are placed and since I adore Karlach and Astarion's relationship, I thought I remembered there being a few times they were next to each other in camp. So I looked and didn't realize how often they actually are next to each other or not too far off from each other with some being particularly cute when thinking about both their character! No particular order just gushing about these dorks...

WILDERNESS - Main Camp

First of course is the main campsite in Act 1 I'm sure I need no reason here it's just cute that no matter the order you pick them up the fact that Karlach and Astarion are cool with being neighbors right off the bat is super endearing. Also, don't mind the blood Karlach certainly doesn't anyway.🤭

GRYMFORGE

Another favorite of mine is in The Grymforge in the Underdark. Now I originally thought that Astarion was by himself over here and found it really nice how he likes being near the light, but then I come here and see Karlach is right in front of him. Since I noticed Karlach also likes camping near sunlight (Which is understandable there's no sun in Avernous so of course she's a fellow sunlight enjoyer) I though it be cute if whenever one of them finds a nice sunny spot to camp the other comes to visit to sunbath together.

THE UNDERDARK

Y'all are so rude for this one because why did no one tell me they set up their tents back to back in the Underdark! This one surprised the hell out of me like my god my memory is bad because I remembered Shadowheart and Astarion's tents were facing each other and thought that was cute, but never remembered Karlach's tent was right behind him like these idiots got each other's back in the Underdark! I can't with them! Anyway, this is my favorite realization...🥰

OWLBEAR CAVE/ZHENTARIM HIDEOUT

They're just right across from each other in this one with Astarion being on top of the hill with Karlach being just below. Again I like to believe they chill in the sun together.

SPIDER CAVE

The most interesting group! These guys are also grouped up in the Grymforge campsite just more spread out which is cute. The late-night conversations gotta be wild with this group.

ROSYMORN CHAPEL

Look at these dorks! They're so comfortable and secure with the other around I adore them. Going through each campsite and getting these scene shots made me love them more and more.

LAST LIGHT INN

Okay, so they're a bit apart in this one but let me be delulu there still across the way from each other.

SHARRAN TEMPLE

This was another one where I thought Astarion was alone( Currently playing Origin!Karlach probably doesn't help because her tents not there so it just looks like he's alone sometimes), but then I came down and of course, Karlach was right there with him. My poor heart! These idiots are so cute camping in their own little spot by the goddam chasm no less!

ELFSONG TAVERN

Cuties grouped up! Also very proud of Astarion for being brave enough to sleep next to not one but two magical bombs.

WYRM'S LOOKOUT

uGH THEY SO CUTE! It's just interesting to think about little agreements of where they're setting their tents at different points in the story and even more so when you do an Origin run and consider where their tent would be if it was present. Just the brainrot that's forming right now I can't with them!

RIVERTON

Finally, my Durge waking up from sleeping in the stables and who's there across the way? My sillies being comfortable being near each other again. Astarion gets the pleasure of listening to Karlach gush about Jaheira I'm sure. They just like having the other nearby so often it destroys me to think about their relationship.

So yeah that's it this was fun going to each campsite and noticing how often some of the other companions camp near each other and who was cute. For instance, I didn't notice how often Shadowheat and Laezel camp near each other as well as Gale and Wyll. Astarion camps next to Shadowheat and Gale a good amount of times. So does Karlach with Lae'zel and other cute groups or pairs. All in all, I found these all adorable and thought it was fun to think about, anyway I'm done gushing over these dorks for now, hoped you enjoyed it!

[ray4hotchner]

Fate's Gentle Nudge

Chapter 2: Breeze

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❀ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I’ll be on vacation in a couple days so expect a lot more chapters. As always let me know what you think. And comment if you want to be tagged in the next part🤍

❀ 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔: @iyv-ray24

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Early in the morning, Y/N sat in the teachers' room, meticulously reviewing her notes for the day's classes. Her focus was intent, but it was interrupted when her colleague and close friend, Elizabeth, approached. Elizabeth, a third-year teacher at the school, had played a crucial role in Y/N's journey to this position. It was Elizabeth who had informed Y/N about the school's search for a permanent teacher and had even suggested her to the principal. Their bond went beyond the confines of the workplace, a true friendship that had brought them together in more ways than one.

"Hey, Lizzie."

"Hey, morning! How was the parents' meeting yesterday?"

"It was good. The cupcakes were a hit."

"Told you so. So, nothing interesting happened?" Elizabeth's tone carried a hint of curiosity, almost as if she knew something.

"Nope, all regular parental talks."

"So you didn't leave the building with a handsome man like Hank just told me," she smirked. Of course, Hank, the janitor, was a source of school gossip, and he had shared this tidbit with Elizabeth.

She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. "Why do you make it sound weird? I didn't leave with him," she emphasized, using air quotes, "we just walked out together."

Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up in amusement. "So who was it?"

Y/N's lips quirked into a slight grin. "Why does it matter?" she said, her tone sounding casual as she gave a nonchalant shrug, "He was just one of the dads."

"It matters because you're blushing like crazy right now," Elizabeth laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You're so annoying, do you know that?" she exclaimed, punctuating her words with a playful eyeroll, "Why am I even friends with you?"

Elizabeth's grin widened mischievously. "Because you love me," she teased, her hands forming a heart shape in the air, "Come on now, spill." She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"He was Jack's dad, Jack Hotchner."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, that cute little blond kid that always comes up to our table on lunch break?"

Y/N nodded with a fond smile. "Yeah, him."

Elizabeth leaned in, her curiosity evident. "Soo… don't make it that exciting, tell me what happened."

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Nothing, really. Nothing happened. I just introduced myself, and we talked. That's it," she said, attempting to play down the encounter even though her grin hinted otherwise.

Liz gave her a knowing look, crossing her arms in a playful challenge. Y/N rolled her eyes and finally caved in to her friend's curiosity.

"Fine. We talked. A lot, actually," she admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "He has this presence, Liz, I can't even describe it. He just radiates power and authority, and I noticed him right away. But he's also funny, and you have to see how he talks about his son, all soft and gentle. And, well, he's really handsome," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

Elizabeth's eyes lit up, her curiosity fully piqued. "Omg, more! Tell me more!" she practically begged, eager for all the details Y/N was willing to share.

"I just walked up to him and offered him some coffee and a cupcake."

Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up suggestively. "Omg, you were flirting!"

Y/N lets out a laugh. "What? How on earth is that flirting?"

Elizabeth grinned mischievously. "I know you, that's flirting for you."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "No, no way!"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow playfully. "And did you bring anybody else a cupcake?" she asked with a knowing smile. To that, Y/N doesn’t answer, her silence speaking volumes.

"Shut up," Y/N playfully retorted. "I showed him Jack's succulent, that's it."

Elizabeth's smirk only grew wider. "That's definitely not it," she said knowingly, her teasing tone leaving no room for doubt.

"He may or may not have helped me to clean up afterwards."

"Oh, that's so cute. I bet he stayed behind on purpose," Elizabeth commented with a playful wink.

Y/N continued, her voice carrying a sense of fondness. "So we shared the last cupcakes and started talking. I guess time flew by; we didn't even notice. It was so natural talking to him, Liz," she said, a soft smile gracing her lips as she reminisced about the unexpected connection she had formed.

"He was funny and smart, and he really cares about his son. He's a good listener too; he asked so many questions."

Elizabeth's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Someone has a crush," she sang teasingly.

Y/N's cheeks turned a shade pinker as she playfully swatted at her friend. "Stop it!" she hissed, glancing around the room to make sure no one else had heard. The conversation had taken a turn she hadn't expected, but it was hard to deny the truth behind Elizabeth's words.

"He's a parent, and I'm his son's teacher, Liz."

Elizabeth shrugged nonchalantly. "And? Who cares if he's single?"

Y/N sighed, her expression turning more serious. "Widower, actually. And I think the school will care, a lot. I just got this job; I can't risk losing it," she explained, the practical side of her nature overshadowing any romantic notions she might have had.

Liz opened her mouth, ready to voice her disagreement, but the bell abruptly interrupted her as it rang for the start of the first hour. With a resigned smile, Y/N and Liz exchanged a knowing look, their conversation halted as they both made their way to their respective classrooms, leaving the topic of Y/N's encounter with Aaron Hotchner for another time.

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In the meantime, Aaron entered the BAU, the familiar hustle and bustle of the team's headquarters enveloping him. Penelope, always eager to assist, was immediately at his side, her fingers dancing across her tablet as she informed him about any potential cases that had cropped up. As they made their way to his office, she briefed him on the latest developments, her energy and efficiency a constant presence by his side.

"Enough of horrible things, how was the parent meeting?" she asked, her enthusiasm shining through as always.

"It was fine," he replied with a hint of nonchalance.

"Just fine? How is his teacher? How is he doing in school? Tell me more!" she insisted eagerly. Penelope was the closest thing to a sister Aaron had, and he knew she cared deeply about Jack, just like the rest of the team.

As she was asking, Rossi entered Aaron's office and took a seat, clearly interested in the answer as well.

"So, how is the little guy doing?" he asked, joining Penelope in her curiosity.

"He's doing really well. He's improved a lot in his reading, and his teacher told me he has a lot of friends and gets along with everyone in his class, so that's good," Aaron replied, a touch of pride evident in his tone.

"And how is the new teacher?" Penelope asked, her curiosity undiminished.

Aaron's mind momentarily wandered, thoughts of her smile, her shining eyes, and her pleasant voice distracting him. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he finally answered, "She is nice."

"Nice? Just nice?" Penelope's raised eyebrow showed her disbelief.

"Come on, Penelope. Don't you have work to do?" Aaron deflected, shifting the focus away from his response.

"Of course, boss. I'll be back in my cave if you all need me," she replied playfully before leaving the office.

Rossi remained seated, his gaze fixed on Aaron. "What?" Aaron asked, sensing the unspoken question in his colleague's expression.

"You know I'm a profiler, right?" Rossi said, his arms opening in a gesture of amusement. Aaron sighed inwardly, knowing he couldn't avoid the conversation any longer.

"So, how is she really?" Rossi's voice carried a mix of curiosity and understanding, knowing that Aaron often held back when it came to his personal life. Aaron let out a resigned sigh, realizing he couldn't escape Rossi's persistent curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting to the ceiling for a brief moment before returning to his colleague.

"I don't know, Dave," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "She's... different. We talked for a while after the parent meeting, and it was... easy. Comfortable." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "She's smart, funny, and there's just something about her that's... intriguing."

Rossi's eyebrows lifted in response to Aaron's unexpectedly open confession. "Intriguing, huh?" he repeated with a knowing smirk.

Aaron's lips curved into a reluctant smile. "Yeah, intriguing."

Rossi chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, you know, sometimes life throws these unexpected curveballs at us."

Aaron's smile deepened, a mix of amusement and appreciation for his friend's insight. "Yeah, I guess it does."

The two colleagues shared a moment of camaraderie, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Even the most seasoned profiler couldn't predict matters of the heart, and Aaron found a bit of comfort in that realization.

Rossi's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned forward slightly. "So, are you thinking about asking her out?"

Aaron's smile faded a bit, his gaze turning more serious. "I can't, Dave."

"Why not?"

"She's Jack's teacher," Aaron replied, his tone carrying a touch of regret. "It's complicated. I can't risk making things uncomfortable for him at school."

Rossi nodded slowly, understanding the complexity of the situation. "You're a good dad, Aaron. Always thinking about Jack."

Aaron's shoulders relaxed slightly, appreciating the understanding in Rossi's words. "I just want what's best for him."

"Well," Rossi said, clapping a hand on Aaron's shoulder, "life has its own way of surprising us. Just take it one step at a time."

Aaron nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. As his friend's words settled in, he realized that perhaps he didn't need to rush into anything. Maybe, just maybe, the unexpected connection he felt with her would find its own path, one that wouldn't compromise his role as a father.

"Thanks, Dave," he said, offering a genuine smile.

"Anytime, my friend. Now, let's get back to work." As they turned their attention back to their duties, Aaron couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of optimism about the unpredictable turns life might take.

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The day had been slow, devoid of any new cases, the team found themselves in the briefing room, immersed in the pile of overdue paperwork that had accumulated. The clock was ticking closer to 3 pm, the time when Jack would be getting out of school. Usually, his aunt was the one who picked him up. Since Hailey's passing, she had been a pillar of support for Aaron, always there for both him and Jack. She had selflessly devoted herself to them, sometimes neglecting her own needs just to be there for them. Jack was the most important thing in her world, and Aaron was endlessly grateful to have her in their lives.

As Aaron's thoughts drifted through his mind, his eyes remained fixed on his watch, the passing time seemingly more pronounced. Of course, in a room full of profilers, someone was quick to notice his distraction.

"You need to be somewhere?" Emily asked, her curiosity evident.

"Hmm? What?" Aaron replied, startled by her question.

"Your watch. You've been staring at it," Emily explained, concern touching her features. "You're normally not this distracted. Is something wrong?"

The rest of the team lifted their heads from their work, their attention now focused on Aaron, awaiting his response.

Aaron blinked, realizing that his preoccupation hadn't gone unnoticed. He cleared his throat, a faint smile touching his lips as he addressed his colleagues.

"Oh, no, nothing's wrong," he reassured them, his voice carrying a warm undertone. "Jack's getting out of school shortly, and I guess I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment."

Emily and the rest of the team exchanged understanding glances. Derek leaned back in his chair, a playful grin forming on his face. "You know, Hotch, we're not swamped with cases right now. Why don't you leave a little early and pick up Jack? Spend some quality time together."

Aaron's lips quirked in appreciation of Derek's suggestion, but he shook his head. "Thanks, Morgan, but I can wait. Jack's aunt usually picks him up."

Rossi chimed in, a supportive tone in his voice. "He's right, Aaron. You don't need to stick around if we don't have an active case."

The rest of the team voiced their agreement, encouraging Aaron to take the time for his son. As he looked around at their earnest faces, he found himself giving in, his reluctance giving way to the realization that sometimes work could wait, and moments with Jack were precious.

Aaron's resolve wavered as Rossi encouraged him once more, a knowing smirk on the older profiler's face. "Go on, Aaron," Rossi said, his tone supportive yet laced with a teasing undertone. "We'll hold down the fort here."

Derek chimed in with a chuckle, leaning in. "Yeah, go give that young man of yours a big hug from all of us." The rest of the team nodded in agreement, their smiles warm and genuine. Aaron found himself chuckling, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he registered Rossi's mischievous smirk.

With a nod and a grateful smile, he finally relented. "Alright," he conceded, standing up from his chair. "Thanks, everyone."

He had half an hour left, so he quickly made his way to his car. During the drive to Jack's school, he dialed Jess's number and informed her that he would be picking up Jack and surprising him. At Jack's school, the parents gathered in the school playground, and the teachers accompanied the children as the parents arrived to pick them up. Aaron would be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited to see Ms. Y/L/N again. He knew that Rossi's teasing had played a part in his decision to leave early, hoping for another chance to talk to her. He was well aware that she would likely be busy with the children, but there was a certain anticipation in him, a subtle tingling of interest.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the classes, and soon the building's doors began to open as class after class emerged into the playground. Aaron's gaze swept over the scene, watching as children's laughter and chatter filled the air. He stood there, his anticipation growing with each passing moment.

And then, like a pleasant surprise, he saw her. Y/N emerged from the building, a warm smile on her face. But what caught Aaron's attention even more was the sight of none other than Jack, holding her hand as they made their way outside. His heart swelled with a mix of pride and fondness as he observed his son, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the woman who had taken the time to ensure Jack's safety.

Behind Y/N, the whole class followed, their energy and excitement evident as they gathered in the playground. Aaron's eyes remained fixed on the scene, taking in the sight of Jack interacting with his classmates. He couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Y/N, her ability to manage a group of lively kids with such ease.

As the children's laughter filled the air, Aaron couldn't help but acknowledge the subtle tingle of excitement he had felt earlier. He had left work early for this moment, and watching Jack with his classmates, with Y/N guiding them, made it all worth it.

As they walked to their designated spot on the playground, Jack's voice carried with enthusiasm as he animatedly told Y/N a story. Aaron couldn't hear the specifics from his position, but the way Y/N attentively leaned in and responded showed her active engagement in the conversation. It was a heartwarming sight for Aaron to witness his son connecting with his teacher so effortlessly.

As the class began to form their usual positions, Y/N looked up, her gaze scanning the group of parents. It didn't take long for her to spot Aaron amongst them. He met her gaze and offered a small smile, feeling an unexpected flutter in his chest at the sight of her.

Aaron watched as Y/N returned his smile, a hint of recognition in her eyes. The connection between them was brief yet meaningful, a silent acknowledgment that bridged the gap between teacher and parent. He was grateful for the moment, appreciating the way she interacted with Jack and her dedication to her students.

Their gaze held for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. However, their connection was interrupted as Jack suddenly followed Y/N's gaze and spotted his dad amidst the parents.

"Dad!" Jack's eyes lit up with excitement, and he ran towards Aaron with uncontained enthusiasm. Aaron's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and affection as he knelt down to meet his son's eager embrace.

"Hey there, champ," Aaron said, his voice warm as he enveloped Jack in a hug. "How was school today?"

"It was great! I told Miss Y/L/N all about our adventure at the park last weekend!" Jack exclaimed, his words rushing out in his excitement.

Aaron couldn't help but chuckle, glancing up at Y/N with a smile before returning his attention to Jack. "Sounds like you had a lot to share."

Aaron stood up, his hand finding Jack's, and together they walked over to where Y/N stood. As they approached her, he couldn't help but appreciate the way her smile brightened, making her eyes light up.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Hotchner," Y/N greeted with a warm tone.

"Likewise," Aaron replied, his lips curving into a genuine smile that mirrored the pleasantness of the encounter.

Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, a change from the previous day when it had been down. This new style offered him an even clearer view of her beautiful face, highlighting her features in a way that held his attention. He found himself drawn to her eyes, their warmth and curiosity captivating him.

As the early autumn wind gently tousled her hair, it carried the faint scent of her perfume to his nose. It was a scent that was both delicate and alluring, and he had to exercise self-control not to visibly take a deeper breath. Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, he couldn't deny the subtle pull he felt towards her, a pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment they spent together.

Unlike the quiet setting of their previous encounter, the school playground was now bustling with activity. Children were everywhere, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they played and interacted. Every few minutes, parents approached Y/N to greet her, a testament to her warm presence and connection with both the students and their families.

Aaron couldn't help but observe the way she effortlessly interacted with everyone around her. Her genuine smiles and friendly exchanges showed just how much she was respected and appreciated by both the children and their parents. He marveled at her ability to navigate this lively environment with such grace, her attention easily shifting from one person to another while making each feel valued and heard.

"Did you thank Ms. Y/L/N for the cookies, Jack?" Aaron asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He remembered the excitement in Jack's eyes that morning when he had seen the cookies and how he had told him that they were a gift from his teacher.

"I did! They were really delicious, Ms. Y/L/N," Jack replied, his face lighting up as he recalled the treat.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them, buddy," Y/N chimed in, her own smile reflecting the genuine pleasure she felt in seeing Jack's enthusiasm.

"We don't want to hold you up any longer," Hotch said, noticing that most of her students had already departed.

Y/N nodded, her attention briefly shifting to the departing students and then back to him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jack," she said, her gaze softening as she addressed his son.

Jack beamed at her. "Goodbye, Ms. Y/L/N!"

Hotch turned his attention back to Y/N, offering a small nod. "It was nice to see you again," he said, his tone carrying a subtle warmth.

A genuine smile graced her lips. "Likewise. Have a good day, Mr. Hotchner."

As they exchanged these parting words, Hotch couldn't help but feel a curious sense of connection, as if a door had been opened to something unexpected. He watched as Y/N continued to interact with her students, her presence commanding attention and respect in the midst of the lively school environment.

As soon as they started to walk away, Lizzie hurriedly approached Y/N with quick strides.

"Omg, that's the hot dad from yesterday, right?" Lizzie asked in a hushed tone, her excitement evident.

"Psst, Liz? Someone might hear," Y/N playfully chided, though a dreamy smile appeared on her face. "But yeah, he is."

"He really is handsome and tall! You didn't mention tall," Liz commented, her eyes still fixed on the retreating figure.

"Did I also mention that he's an FBI agent and the unit chief of his own department?"

Liz's eyes widened, and she practically whisper-screamed, "Shut the hell up!" She then grabbed Y/N's arm in excitement, and both of them shared a quiet laugh as they watched Aaron Hotchner walk away from the school grounds.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @mrs-ssa-hotch @aaronhotchswife @aaronhotchner135

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Taking - Nevan & Darius

WOHEO Masterlist I finally wrote this… better now than never, I guess! I can’t wait to get more into early captivity stuff :D

cw: hypnosis/mind control, vampire whumper, kidnapping

This actually takes place a bit over six months after Malak was taken!

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“Yeah, Gen, I’ve got it, s’all good.” The sliver of a phone was pressed between Nevan’s shoulder and cheek, hands occupied with a bulky load of filled to the brim bags. He chuckled as he spoke, his voice loud and casual. “I’m already on my way back. I’m only like ten minutes away.”

He stepped in a lazy path down the cracked sidewalk, illuminated only by sporadically placed street lamps. The cumbersome bags bumped irritatingly to his legs with each step, crinkling into the silent night air. “I got Amara some toys too! They were pretty cheap, but really cute.”

A voice, muffled and glitched, spoke from the other end of the connection. “Aw, that’s sweet. Thanks, babe.” Genevieve said, from back at their apartment.

“I grabbed her a new bib, also. The one she’s got now is pretty gross.” He chatted, vision absentmindedly trailing over each next building he passed. Not many people could be seen inside, most already having returned home after dark. “How’s she doing?”

“Stop.” 

Nevan’s avid steps quickly became weighted, his legs gradually braking to a halt. Genevieve continued her energetic rambling, his mouth falling slack and any words dying right in his throat. 

“Still.” 

His muscles tensed, holding rigidly in their position. No matter the pouding in his mind, calling him to make a move, Nevan was simply and utterly unable to connect his brain to his limbs.

“…Nevan? Are you there?”

There was someone to his side, obscured by the convenient shadows of the dark and his unwavering sight. The most Nevan could manage was to sputter out a half baked, confused stutter. “He- hey-”

“Nevan?”

“It’s in your best interest not to fight.” They whispered, directly into his ear. Nevan’s breath hitched. “Hush now.” The stranger soothed, pressing a gentle hand to Nevan’s chest. “Just close your little lips and quiet your throat. Stay nice and still, completely quiet.”

“Nevan? Hey, are you there? Is this thing working?”

Nevan watched, all he really could do while paralyzed by fear and the hold of the man’s words on his mind, as Darius stepped into his line of vision. Dressed in drab, dignified clothing, the attacker studied him with an intense gaze.

“God, this stupid phone. Nevan?” She sighed. “If you can hear me, I’ll see you when you get home. Love you.”

With each careful inch forward, boots clacking against the floor, Nevan’s stomach caved further with terrified sickness, thoughts running wild yet too fast to catch. He shivered as Darius’ icy cold fingers clutched his chin, beginning to gingerly shift his head every which way, studying Nevan’s features.

Nevan swallowed. Genevieve hung up.

“Great bone structure. Clear skin, beautiful eyes.” He muttered, speaking more so to himself than Nevan. As he did so, the phone was slipped away from Nevan’s ear, an action he barely noticed, and Darius quickly flung the cell to the floor. The crack of the screen rang just feet away as it hit the concrete.

Nevan twitched at the sound, but didn’t dare take his eyes off the man inches away. His vision was fixed on Darius’ mouth as he spoke.

Sharp, jutting fangs stuck out from the rest of Darius’ glimmering white teeth, large enough to rip out his throat with a single bite.

A vampire.

Nevan wasn’t given the chance to dwell on the realization before a firm hand gripped a ball of his hair, yanking back his head and forcing a yelp to scratch from his throat. “Hm.” The vampire hummed, studying the locks and running fingers through them. “Dreadful cut, terribly uneven. Nicely soft and shiny, though. We’ll have to fix that up.” He noted. 

“I do think you’ll serve an adequate pick. Wonderful looks, an easily overcome mind.” Nevan tried to make sense of the vampire’s eery observations. As the gears of his terrified brain turned, Darius slipped into the nape of his neck, a swift action that not only caught him by surprise but fluttered in his heart.

“Above average blood, as well.” Darius whispered, smelling the other man’s skin and letting his breath beat upon the area. “You’ll provide a lovely meal. A sweet, docile, obedient little meal.”

Meal? Nevan didn’t want to be the snack of a bloodthirsty creature. A soothing, angelic voiced creature, who’s sensual purrs licked his mind. Of course he wouldn’t… want that.

Though, he couldn’t help the way his eyes turned glassy and his eyelashes fluttered from the idea. “A delightful idea, I know. Being nice and docile for a hungry vampire.” His voice was snaking its pleasurable way around Nevan’s brain, echoing beautifully into each crack and crevice. 

It was already apparent Nevan was beginning to crack. “Drop the bags. You won’t be needing those.” Darius commanded, and after a moment the human’s grip fully released. His purchases landed with a thud to the concrete, spilling right out of the plastic. “Good boy.”

As much as Nevan should’ve lingered on the fact he’d just followed the man’s instructions with not a beat of opposition, he paid far more attention to what the man had called him. 

The vampire had spoken to him like one would a dog. That… wasn’t right. But, the way he said it, singing it in his charming, echoing voice, it sounded so good. So right. He would gladly accept such praise if the stranger would continue in such a wonderful sound as that.

“Hm. Tell me your name.”

“N- Nevan.” It rolled right off the tongue, like he didn’t even need a second to think about what he was doing. Like he didn’t even have the chance to stop himself from providing the vampire with what he asked. Nothing felt off about such a thing though, actually pleasant to follow Darius’ demands.

“Isn’t that just convenient. A pretty name for a pretty thrall. I don’t even have to rename you.” Darius stated, pleased, a bit of a grin tugging at his lips. “Well, Nevan, as of tonight you’ll be coming home with me.”

Home.

Home. How could he have forgotten? “But… I need, uh, need… I’m going… home… I think…” he thought. Just moments ago Nevan was so sure of his goal, yet now he was doubting himself, the idea muddling inside his brain. He was going home, wasn’t he?

“Yes, that’s right. I’ll be taking you home. To my home. That sounds nice, don’t you agree?” The vampire stated, matter of fact. He appeared so confident in his words, like he knew just what he was talking about. Nevan couldn’t help but be swayed by them.

Home. That sounded right. “Sure… mister…” Nevan mumbled, his voice drawing into a thick slur with each next word. The corners of his lips twitched into the ghost of a growing smile. This kind stranger was going to bring him home! What a wonderful prospect, fluttering in his heart as he continued to think it over.

“That would be yes Master.” Darius corrected, purring tenderly into his ear.

Master? Nevan’s face went wide, shaking partly out of the trance. “N-no!” He cried, recoiling in shock.

“Shhh. Don’t go freaking out on me, relax. Let my words sink in.” One of Darius’ hands curled over Nevan’s chest, sweetly stroking in circular motions over his heart. “Calm and relaxed, again. Good and submissive you are, ignoring those ridiculous calls of defiance.”

The rigid grip he held on Nevan’s jaw moved his head into a slow nod, and as he continued to digest Darius’ words he couldn’t seem to tell if the vampire was moving it, or him. “Mmm… yes… Master…” Any fear still pent up  fizzled right out as he finally agreed, his body warming as he relented. 

“One more time for me. Yes, Master.” 

Nevan wasted not a second to obediently repeat. “Yes… Master…” his tongue was so drowsily heavy, weighing down his slack falling jaw and slurring his speech.

“Good, good.” More praise! It was strange how pleasant such simple words could feel, but so marvelous they were. The vampire finally stepped back, content that at least then Nevan had no qualms to fight back.

“Here,” the human followed with sleepy eyes, as the vampire plunged his swift hand into his pocket. “Put this on.” 

Nevan eyed the cream colored collar that dangled from his palm, held out expectantly for him to take. His vision carefully trailed down the thin strap of light leather, and the metal clasps that glittered in the light of a nearby streetlamp, taking on the image of a gift from a god. 

At that very moment, the only thing that mattered to him was the collar. The magnificent, calling collar. Anything and everything surrounding it was exempt from his vision, eyes purely focused on the magical seeming item.

Nevan barely processed the steady, mechanical lift of his arms drifting toward the object, obediently following the vampire’s orders. The coarse piece was gently lifted to his throat, and wrapped around his bobbing adams apple by his own fingers. 

His body felt distant and fuzzily disconnected from his clouded mind as he did the clasp, creating a tight, warm ring around his tender neck. Nevan could sense the vampire’s piercing eyes following his motions, but could sense his satisfaction.

“I’m certainly lucky I found you at that dreaded skate park.” Darius’ words were thick with disdain, his expression twisting with disgust. Sorry guilt churned through Nevan’s belly. “It’s rare for me to find an acceptable thrall so quickly, but I’m sure you will do.” His knuckles softly brushed Nevan’s jaw, sending the human’s mind reeling once again.

“Skate… skate… park? Do… do I know you…?”

“You surely don’t remember it, but we’ve met. You mustn't need to worry your pretty little head about that, though. Nothing of your concern, really.” Of course, the man was right. Nevan had no reason to question him, he’d much rather just listen to fuzzy words slip from his magnificent lips, watching the buzz of his throat.

“There’s no need for you to speak, either.” He instructed, hushing Nevan by pressing a finger to his lips. Nevan couldn’t help but giggle as the contact flooded a slight bliss through his brain, a reaction Darius evidently found repulsive as he gave a look of disapproval.

The human blinked hard as sharp snaps of a delicate hand went off in his face, catching his sleepy attention. “Come along now. We’d best be heading home.” 

Nevan eagerly began to follow, although with the daze of his head he seemed to wander, Darius’ graceful path the only indication of where to step. Soon he’d even forgotten where they were headed.

He didn’t mind. Really, he didn’t have the mind to think about it. The man with the wonderful voice could tell him all he needed to know, and he would be satisfied.

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[skyward-floored]

More totk things I did/saw yesterday:

Sticky lizards. Sticky lizards sticky lizards sticky lizards. Sticky lizards. Did I mention sticky lizards.

The glowing cave fish are so pretty, I love their colors. I just love all the glowing stuff in the caves, and the caves in general, they were a superb decision on nintendo’s part

I fought some of those crazy monkey bokoblin things. I forget what they’re called. I maybe screamed a little because they startled me. But also something about them reminds me of the Mogmas in skyward sword and that worries me a little (even though I’m sure it’s a coincidence).

PELICAN RITO!!!

Penn is the best. He’s so silly goofy. I love his little salute he does as he leaves and “soar long” abshdbdjdbd. I really hope he carries stuff in his beak at some point (letters would be REALLY funny).

Since when can the trees attack by the way? what happened to those trees. Who hurt you. Ents gone rogue. Rebellious teenage Ents maybe.

Didn’t expect to find Impa in the middle of a field but okay! why not. Thought I’d have to hike all the way over to Kakariko to see her. I was also surprised she isn’t dead but I guess Sheikah just live longer. She’s gotta be pushing 130 at least...

(The rest is a little long so it goes under the cut):

The geoglyphs are really cool. Part of time is thinking they’re just a way for the developers to take up space without having to put anything but eh I’m forgiving.

The geoglyph of Rauru looks like he’s in a wheelchair. I don’t have anything further to say about that I just think it’s interesting.

Dragon tears... mysterious dragon... dragon people... hmmmmmm. hm.

Zelda: *wakes up to see a lady with poofy hair and a literal dragon dude standing over her* oh it’s going to be one of those days isn’t it

Jokes aside I’m glad Zelda isn’t alone at least? Even if she’s ten bajillion years in the past or however long it is. At least she didn’t wake up basically alone like Link did. Plus Sonia and Rauru are funny hehe

Got three game overs from a battle talus thing and then ran away 😔

Zelda sounds really into the blood moon thing tbh. Like in botw it sounds like a tired warning, but in totk it’s like HERE COME THE MONSTERS BABE *cue the you better watch out vine*

Second geoglyph memory tear thing was very interesting. That view from the great plateau is incredible, I want to look around hyrule from a bajillion years ago. How come only Zelda got to go... anyway interesting how Sonia could sense she and Zelda were related. And also if they are indeed related and therefore Rauru is too then how come Zelda just looks... Hylian? Are Zonai genes just extremely recessive or something? Or has it just been so long with so many Hylian genes that they’re just all gone. I have Questions.

Also Rauru has a big sister? Little brother Rauru?? hehehe

I feel bad for thinking it but the blizzard situation is kinda fun ngl. I know the Rito are struggling but I LOVE snowy areas. I LOVE THEM.

And the music is different in rito village aaaaaaaa. Again I feel real sorry for the Rito. But I love the vibes. I love the snow. I love it here.

KASS’S GIRLS ARE OLDER aww!! I got a little burst of pride seeing them they’re all so responsible now *squeals*

Side note it’s weird that the botw shrines are gone. It’s like I know something should be there but it’s missing. And nobody acts like it’s even gone. But I know it is. It’s missing and it should be there but it isn’t.

...Is this what Link feels like all the time?

Anyway.

Tulin sounds like Spike the dragon from mlp but honestly that just makes me love him more. He’s a cute little responsible and rebellious teenager now!! And Teba is dealing with that haha. Also a promotion!! I’m sure it’s rough being village elder, but I think you’re doing a good job Teba.

Oh I forgot to mention the newspaper place, that looks like it’s going to be a fun sidequest! And the music is great there too (also Penn again!!! Beloved!!!).

And I think that’s all :)

[lazzarella]

It's that time of the week, again, where I come to Tumblr to ramble nonsense about Wandee Goodday!

- God, they are so domestic!

- Making breakfast?? Getting all soft and sad about being out of town? FOREHEAD KISS?? This is too much for the first minute lol

- Ew, toothpaste splatter on the mirror lmao

- OMFG this is SO DOMESTIC!

- "I see you more than I see her" and it's not all because Taem's busy, Yak!! You make the effort to see Dee more! Like last ep when you could've gone with her but you didn't because you had plans with Dee?

- "Never had to go a full round" discussion is interesting. Will ponder this more when I'm awake fully!

- Of course they make a bet to see who caves to admitting they miss the other first lol their competitiveness is delightful and could lead to future angst, which is even better!

- Okay, but I love how they show they not only care about each other, but are interested in what the other does! They show concern and interest and it's just very nice how much they like each other as people. I think sometimes romances can fail on that front

- Yak is going to overdo it soon, isn't he?

- Aww! Dee cuddling Ice Bear, looking at Gooddy, gazing longingly at the elephant pants, all because he's missing Yak

- The pants are Yak's design!! I love this detail!! Even if it's just them trying to bring attention to the pants so I'll go buy them lmao

- The 'be available but not to everyone' sign coming into focus when Dee is looking forlornly at his conversation with Yak—definitely something there, too tired and stupid to expand on it

- He is pining so. Hard!

- The billowy curtains add a nice dramatic touch to the scene

- Oh, it's been three days hehe (okay, I'd pine for Yak after three days too!)

- Ahhhhh!!! Yak and Yei talking about Yak's feelings for both Taem and Dee! I loooove this (Aw, they're sharing a bed! I think that's common, but it's still cute to me)

- (I don't think Yak does truly feel at ease, or free to be himself, with Taem the way he does with Dee, though! Not because of Taem, herself, but the pressure he's put on himself to be someone she could like, instead of just being himself. He doesn't feel that pressure with Dee)

- Yak opens Dee's text conversation first!

- Of course Dee shows up when Yak closes his eyes to see who he thinks of first! And, ahhhhh, he's SO happy to see Dee, holy shit. His face just lit up!

- And Dee is wearing the elephant pants ;__;

- They are RIDICULOUS and I love it

- Imagining Yei, Yak and Dee all wedged together in the same bed if Dee had agreed to stay over lmao

- HUGGING HIM TO RECHARGE AGAIN! I can't take this, Yak!!!

- Oh... Oh, holy mother of god, that CHIN KISS!!!! That was so tender and hot and wtf????????????

- And then Yak kisses Dee's forehead and the necklace again??? Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge

- Nooooo, Dee, don't fall for Dr. Ter's wiles!!! Booooooo! Hissssss!

- omfg, Yak and Dee making eyes at each other smack bang in the middle of the pedestrian crossing

- KISSING HIM ALL OVER HIS FAAAAAAAAACE!

- "I miss this hospital so much"

- "His body is yours, but what about his heart?" That's Dee's, too, next question!

- If Taem buys this 'oh, I'm studying Yak, and no I don't mean that in a euphemistic way, what are you saying about?' then... she's not as smart as I thought she was lol

- Okay, there's some side-eyeing going on there. Curious about all those suspicious and guilty looks at the end of their convo tbh

- Cher and Yei have a tiny bed!

- Awww, c'mon, why reuse ep one footage of Yak and Dee!!!!

- DOUBLE DATE!

- Cher saying it feels like Yak is introducing Dee as part of the family 🤝 Yak saying the photo looks like a family photo

- the way so many beats are being repeated is nice to me (Yak taking Dee's hand at the crossing again)

- Oh, Yei is definitely in it with loan sharks, right? Orrrrrr maybe he's working FOR them to work off his debt? Am I overthinking it?

- Damn, those balloons must've been expensive, if Yei had to trade his camera for them! (A joke because the camera just disappeared I guess??) edited to add: ooh maybe not a continuity error! Could the balloons be a devious distraction technique??

- "Romantic notions vary from person to person" or whatever Yak said but yes! They do!

- Cher kicking his little feet :3

- I love how they both talk about feeling at ease with each other <333

- Awww! It's finished and— WE'RE GETTING THE KISS NEXT WEEK????? And loads of delicious angst it seems >:)

[mercurialmalcontent]

It turns out that meeting Taash as a Lord of Fortune has some different turns to the conversation than if Rook is any other faction!

It turns out that Taash and Rook don't know each other as Taash joined after Rook left; upon meeting Taash and giving them the passphrase, you can choose to have Rook ask Taash to test them, and they ask three questions about relic hunting to prove Rook knows their stuff. Rook namedrops Isabela in the last one to Taash's surprise, and they're immediately more at ease with Rook.

Isabela knows Rook of course and teases them: Isabela: Wonderfully done, Taash. While you played with the big scary dragon, we looted the shiny stuff from her cave. Isabela: And you managed it despite this former crew member tripping you up the whole time. Rook (thumbs up option): I missed you too, Isabela. Isabela: (Laughs) You're lucky you're cute.

Not new is being able to ask her "How much could you get for something like that?" and her answering, "A fair bit of gold, if you're lucky. Maybe a war, if you're not." which is, of course, interesting in light of the whole Tome of Koslun whoopsie.

The conversation then proceeds as normal, but has Isabela telling Rook to wipe their boots next time :')

More under the cut.

The conversation with Taash after you return to the Lighthouse has quite a few differences:

Rook: These days, everything is elven gods this and blight that. Give me a stolen idol in a trap-filled dungeon any day. Taash: Hey. We're not thieves. We don't steal. Rook: Bharv's team literally stole the big prize sword from the Grand Tourney of Starkhaven. Taash: Starkhaven is full of assholes. It doesn't count as stealing from them. Taash: You don't screw over anyone who can't afford it. Rook: If the Lords of Fortune ever get a coat of arms, we should print that on the bottom in Old Tevene.

It's also specifically Taash's mother who appraises artifacts:

Rook: I don't remember meeting your mother when I ran with the Lords. What does she do? Appraisals? Taash: Yeah. She tells them how rare something is. How much it might be worth. Taash: Also tells them if they found something cultural. Rook: Cultural? Taash: You know. Important. Stuff you don't want going to some rich noble's collection. Taash: The Lords send that stuff back to the Qunari in Par Vollen. They pay the Lords a finder's fee. Rook: They've put a lot of thought into it. Probably more than I did when I collected artifacts. Taash: Just thinking about the gold? Rook: And the glory, too. Can't forget about the glory. Rook: Though if I defeat these gods, I'll have cornered the market there.

That sheds some interesting light on the whole matter, especially keeping in mind how during the quest Taash says Rivain was on good terms with the qunari until the Antaam invaded.

From here they continue the conversation as usual, talking about how the Lords are good people who helped their mother out when she came there from Kont-aar. You can finish up by asking how the Rivaini nobles are feeling about the LoF now that they've had some months to cool off, where Taash says "They were angry for a while. Then the Antaam invaded."

I figured that Taash had a rosy view of the Lords of Fortune due to the help they've given their mother and this really solidifies it -- the LoF didn't just help, they straight up gave her an important job. I didn't expect Taash to have such a flexible idea of what constitutes as theft. So the LoF aren't really 'nice pirates' but when Rook's primary source of info about them is from Taash, they come off looking rather rosier than they would otherwise.

(… Hey, isn't Starkhaven where Sebastian's from? lol. lmao, even.)

I'm sure there will be more later (I've heard that Rook can talk about how they ended up with the LoF, at some point), and I'm looking forward to it -- even though the LoF reactivity isn't thick on the ground, what I've gotten has been a lot of fun.

[inkedbydave]

I think Livvy, Kit and Ty would enjoy to play Stardew Valley and genshin Impact together

idk about Genshin, I used to be a huge fan of the game but kind of grew out of it. I can't really imagine Ty being into Genshin with it's mostly story and action based gameplay, plus as someone with autism I often find the graphics to be overwhelming with bright colors and the insane amount of quests. Kit might be into it on some level, Livvy might love it a lot actually. They might play together sometimes tbh, but I think they would definitely love Stardew Valley more.

They would adore Stardew Valley though and since I'm an expert at Stardew Valley I'll give you a detailed headcanon on it :3

Beginning:

Ty would be reluctant to play at first but once he gives in they would have a hella lot of fun.

Livvy would definitely try to come up with a cute and cozy name for their farm like "Maple Wood Farm" while Ty would try to suggest something beautiful and poetic like "Elysian Acres Farm" with words that no one understands except for him. Eventually it would be Kit who would suggest something absolutely ridiculous and sarcastic like "Tragic Plot Farm" and they would agree on that.

Livvy would spend minutes perfecting her avatar to be the prettiest thing ever. Ty would just make himself with the most fitting options while Kit would add cool or funny customization items like sunglasses or an unnatural skin color.

Personal headcanons on their SDV Gameplay:

(Because I adore Stardew Valley and I've memorized the whole gameplaz by now)

Ty:

Ty would spend most of his time on the farm planting crops with a tight schedule so none of them dies when the new season comes, he would also take care of the animals and design their farm in the most productive way possible.

Creates a detailed spreadsheet for crop efficiency and spends hours planting everything perfectly.

He gets frustrated when Livvy accidentally tramples his crops or plants seeds haphazardly.

He cares deeply for the animals, giving each one a proper name, petting and feeding them daily. He’d get especially attached to the rabbits and goats.

Keeps everything running smoothly with his careful planning. He’d be the one to remind everyone to finish their quests.

Occasionally gets exasperated with Livvy and Kit’s antics but secretly enjoys their energy and jokes.

Ty meticulously organizes the chests by color and category, only for Livvy and Kit to throw random items in them. He eventually gives up and creates a "chaos chest" for them.

Ty awkwardly avoids interacting with people, focusing on winning the competitions.

Ty would adore Krobus and he would definitely make him live in his cabin. He wouldn't be interested in romancing any of the NPC's but would definitely pick Krobus as his platonic partner.

Ty finds the Junimos fascinating and views their role in the Community Center as a mystery to solve. He might even theorize about their lore outside of gameplay.

Ty deeply respects Linus’s choice to live outside of societal norms. He gives him gifts regularly and finds himself protective of Linus, even though it’s just a game.

Livvy:

Livvy would run around befriending every NPC in the game and trying to romance Sam.

Absolutely fearless in the mines, taking on waves of monsters with zero hesitation.

She’d get excited every time she finds a rare gem and rushes back to show Kit and Ty.

Constantly drags Kit into the caves, despite his protests, just to have company. She’d also challenge Ty to join, even if he’s reluctant..

She’s always pushing for them to do the most dangerous or ridiculous things, like tackling Skull Cavern unprepared or planting only starfruit for the fun of it.

Frequently sends funny in-game letters or items to Ty and Kit just to mess with them.

Livvy "accidentally" blows up part of the farm with a bomb she crafted for the mines. Ty panics, and Kit can’t stop laughing.

She gets competitive about who can earn the most gold, often selling random things to win.

Livvy insists on entering every festival competition, from the Egg Hunt to the Grange Display, dragging Ty and Kit into it.

Livvy would definitely romance Sam or Leah.

Kit:

While Kit tries fishing, only to rage-quit after losing several fish in a row. Livvy makes fun of him for it, which makes him even more determined to succeed.

After a while he would just stick to foraging.

He’d discover heart events accidentally and claim, "It just happened, I didn’t plan this."

Kit is also the type of person who picks up random side quests and forgets about them, leaving Ty and Livvy to clean up the mess.

Claims he’s just there for fun, but secretly gets invested in his NPC relationships and side quests. He’d surprise everyone by completing a bundle or discovering a hidden game feature

Also, omg he is the type of person to cheat his way through the game, like that chair trick to pass various obstacles.

Kit finally catches a legendary fish after hours of trying, only to lose it when he accidentally throws it back in the water. Livvy and Ty never let him live it down.

Kit flirts with every NPC during festivals, earning mixed reactions.

Kit tries to teach Ty how to catch rare fish, but Ty’s scientific approach backfires. "I’ve calculated the exact timing and trajectory," Ty says, only to lose the fish. Kit laughs so hard he nearly falls off the chair.

Ty struggles with gift-giving at first, overthinking every choice. Kit helps him figure it out, but not without some teasing: "No, Ty, nobody wants a pinecone as a gift."

Kit plays dirty at the Egg Festival mini game blocking Livvy's and Ty's path.

Kit would try to romance Sebastian, Shane or Haley. He has a huge fixing complex, okay?

Their Endgame Goals:

Ty: A fully upgraded, perfectly efficient farm with maxed-out animal happiness and organized storage. Basically a completed farm with full efficiency.

Livvy: Reaching the deepest level of the Skull Cavern and making the most gold. She'd probably want to build something crazy like a farm full of junimos.

Kit: Completing the community center, befriending every villager, and unlocking all heart events. He’d also want to finish the secret quests, just to prove he could.