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parkersharthook · 5 years ago

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Some Very Specific Hypotheticals

(Tom Holland x female!reader)

warnings: it’s thirst tweets so it’s slightly smutty and risque

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a/n: so I got all of the thirsty tweets towards tom from jordan fisher’s video (x) and all of the thirsty tweets towards the reader from tana mongeau’s video (x). I did make up a few of my own lol but most of them come from those videos

Edit: I recognize tana is problematic and I only used her in one of the tweets bc I had originally gotten these thrist tweets from her video. I don’t actually watch/like her so I was unaware of her issues until recently when she came up in the news (I still don’t really know what the whole situation was tbh) anyways.... I changed tana mongeau to anna kendrick bc i have a crush on her lol

requested: Could you please write a Tom Holland x reader reading thirst tweets

“Hey guys I’m y/n/ y/l/n.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“And today for some reason the two of us, who are in a couple, will be reading the other person’s thirst tweets to them.”

“it’s like some weird version of foreplay.”

“I’m excited.”

You sat in the chair, facing Tom. The two of you had matching blue jugs with little slips of paper full of what you assumed was raunchy girls, and probably guys, thirsting after the two of you.

“Which one of us is going first?” Tom asked as he fiddled with the bucket.

“Oh definitely me.” You pulled out a slip and smoothed it out, “it says in all caps by the way, ‘DAMN DADDY U SEXY CAN I EAT UR ASS?!?! LICK YA BUTT??!!?!” You barely got the full tweet out before you were laughing.

Tom had already turned a shade of pink and was rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. He stuttered slightly, “wow what a way to start this whole thing. Okay, my turn.” He pulled out the next slip, “y/n y/l/n is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye.”

“aww wait that was so sweet. Thank you.”

“Why was mine about eating my ass and yours was saying you were the most beautiful person ever?”

You laughed slightly and shrugged, “look, everyone is just speaking their truth. My turn!” You happily grabbed the next piece of paper, “haha it’s literally just a screenshot of your age with the words ‘thank god’. If that is not the biggest mood ever…”

Tom laughed heavily. “yeah I had someone tweet me saying ‘I saw a lot of people looking up Tom Holland’s age during the movie.’ Guess it’s a recurring theme.” He fingered through the bucket before grabbing a crumpled sheet, “I want y/n y/l/n to murder my bussy.”

You threw your head back in laughter, “I get that one a lot actually. A classic, really.”

Tom looked around sheepishly, blushing hard. “what’s a bussy?”

You snickered slightly, “it’s a butthole tom. You need to educate yourself. Next one! I love how everyone in the world can agree that tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians.”

“okay that one is definitely the forerunner, that’s a good one.”

You looked back down at the paper with a smile, “that is a good one.”

“’Repeat after me: y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny y/n y/ln makes me horny’. And it says that like 16 more times.” Tom shrugged slightly, “I mean… I can’t exactly disagree.”

“Tom!” You cried slightly exasperated as you blushed. “I’m moving on now… ‘Tom Holland’s lil ass is hella fine’.”

“What? My ass is not little.”

You laughed, “relax they said it was and I quote ‘hella fine’. That’s a compliment.”

Tom grumbled slightly as he grabbed the next tweet, “I want to have a threesome with y/n y/l/n. but no tom Holland. It’s just her, me, and a blunt.” He threw the paper down with a little angry frown, “so first they call my ass little and then they steal you for a threesome? Rude.”

You bit your lip with a small chuckle, “if it makes you feel better, it’s not really a threesome thinking that one member is literally a blunt.”

“can we move on before I get jealous?”

“of a random twitter user and weed? Yeah okay sweetie.” You rolled your eyes heavily, eyeing the paper. Tom watched as your eyes grew wide and then a shit eating grin cracked your lips.

“oh… what is it?”

“this tweet is very specific.” You smiled as you met his eye and began reading it, “look how fine this man is i want him to fuck me on a bed of money and finger me with a $100 bill wrapped around his fingers and then stuff ten thousand $100 bills inside me so he can call me his million dollar pussy.”

“oh… my… god.” Tom said slowly, a deep blush rising on his cheeks. “that- that one was a lot to take in.”

You waved the paper in the yes, “yes. Just… yes. This one cleared my skin, watered my crops. Amazing, perfect.”

“shut up, you’re so annoying sometimes.” He stated as he rolled his eyes.

You poked your tongue out at him teasingly, “you love me.”

“unfortunately.” You scoffed as Tom leaned over and patted your knee lovingly. “you know I’m kidding baby.”

“whatever just read the next damn tweet.”

Tom laughed and pulled out the next one, “I would pay any amount of money for y/n y/l/n to spit in my face and call me an ugly fucking bitch. It would be my honor.”

Your mouth fell open in shock as you looked between Tom, your friends behind the camera, and the crew. Well, that threw you for a loop.

“I- I… don’t know what to say to that. I don’t think I’m comfortable spitting in your face, that seems mean. But… I’m not here to kink shame so thank you I guess.”

There were a few snorts behind the camera as you picked the next one, “Tom Holland is both cute and sexy at the time and it’s really messing with my sanity.”

Tom smirked at the camera and flipped his collar, “I mean what can I say?”

“it’s a point of contention in our household for sure.”

“That I’m sexy and cute?”

You shook your head, “no, that you think your sexy and cute. It’s cocky and rude.”

Tom laughed, “it’s cocky and rude to be confident?”

You turned to the camera, “see? Point of contention.”

“I just think that you’re losing your sanity over my cuteness and sexiness.”

You shrugged obnoxiously, “oh you caught me.” You pointed to his bucket, “please keep going.”

“Okay but imagine: a y/n y/l/n Anna Kendrick sex scene. I mean the power and sexuality they hold is absurd.”

You slapped your hand on your knee, “I love Anna. She’s so funny and I would love to do a sex scene with her or just sex her really.”

“seriously?” tom said exasperated, “you’re sitting here in front of your boyfriend and you’re saying that you want to have sex with someone else?”

You nodded, “yes.”

“dude.”

“relax, it’s not actually going to happen, it’s just hypothetical.”

“you wound me.”

“here, let me boost your ego with a thirst tweet. Tom Holland is fine as hell, I’d eat that ass like a chocolate croissant, chomp chomp bitch. He could choke and kill me and I’d only ask for more. Lemme chomp chomp on that bussy please.”

“wow… I’m not sure that cheered me up exactly but thank you none the less.” He pulled a new slip, “At least 3 times a week me and my boyfriend talk about wanting to have a threesome with y/n y/l/n.”

“wow…”

“why is everyone trying to have sex with my girlfriend?”

“because I’m hot as fuck.”

“can’t argue with that.”

“Alright next one, Tom Holland with that half smile and lip bite fuuuuuckk nope nope nope.”

“okay, that one made me feel better.” Tom said with a little smirk causing you to roll your eyes and laugh.

Tom grabbed the next one, “y/n y/l/n has the best boobs. That’s it that’s the tweet.” He waved the paper a bit, “I happen to agree with you.”

“well thank you for thinking my boobs are great.” You plucked out a new tweet, “Daily reminder: tom Holland is daddy af.”

“I should set an alarm for myself that goes off at the same time every day that just blares ‘Tom Holland is daddy af’.”

“absolutely not. Veto. Nix. Not happening.”

“you’re just mad they think I’m daddy.” You gestured to the bucket, causing tom to roll his eyes and reach into it. “y/n y/l/n can choke me and run me over and I’d say thank you and sorry for the dent in your car.”

You let out a loud bark of laughter, “that’s super funny. Definitely the funniest one I’ve heard so far. Whoever wrote this, you’re funny and I appreciate your comical genius.”

“alright I think we have like one more each, let’s do this.”

“Tom Holland is either a smol puppy or a sex god, there is no in between.” You shook your head, “I actually think there is an in between. It’s called boyfriend Tom. It’s when he’s all cuddly but not quite as baby as smol puppy. Like he’s still a functioning adult but he’s being sweet.”

“ya know… sometimes you can be pretty sweet.”

“aww thanks babe.” You leaned forward to give him a little peck before smiling brightly, “last one! Make me blush!”

“Hey @y/n can I lick your forehead?” you two sat in silence for a moment before tom furrowed his brow, “is that like a sexual thing?”

“I guess…? That’s a new request though, I’ve never heard that one. Interesting.”

“what’s your answer?”

“huh?”

“can you lick their forehead?”

“I’m going to go with no…”

“and that’s the end of our really fun and definitely not at all awkward video!” tom said excitedly

“thanks for watching everyone! We love you and thanks for tweeting thirsty stuff!”

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eunsthings · 4 years ago

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Museums

Part 2 l Again?

Genre: fluff🥰, slow burn i guess

(Reader is a veterinary student on more or less her final year of vet school who has a part time job in editing and is kinda smol and socially awkward)

Pairing: Tsukishima x fem!reader (post timeskip)

Word count: 2.2k

Here’s Part 1 II Series masterlist II Part 3

You have been offered a big project and now the odds are really testing you...

[friend] = a friend’s name

The content of the sent email—along with other details—stated that if you were willing, to email them back and go to the Sendai City Museum whenever you were free this week. Sitting on your bottom bunk-bed, checking your schedule, you see that you were available on the 7th of September; a Friday afternoon. You email them and confirm that you were going.

A few days had passed and it was now Friday. You were having lunch with [friend]—a close friend of yours—in a café outside your campus. After your lunch, you were going to head to the museum.

“You know, you should have just texted me.”

“What?” [friend] stops and looks up at you, pausing from eating, an innocent expression plastered on her face.

“You where the reason my phone almost got destroyed,” you deadpanned.

Your friend stares with a blank face… then bursts out laughing. “I’m so sorry—” she says, almost choking on food from laughing, “I—hahaha!” still snickering trying to speak in between gulps of air, “Oh, man. I really am sorry; it’s just that… what kind of luck do you have? A nosebleed because of a phone call?” It went on like this for some time.

“Oh by the way, are you going on the school trip?” your friend asks.

“When was that again?” you face her.

“Uhhhhh, the last week of September I think…”

“Oh, yeah, right. I don’t really know… going on a trip with people I barely know for a whole week is kind of draining,”you softly replied; pondering.

“But like—oh no! It’s almost time for your meet-up,” [friend] tells you; cutting her sentence short, both of you got lost in the euphoria of chatting with one another.

“Oh yeah, no, I have to go, I’m so sorry. Byeee~” you reply in a jumble standing up and bringing your bag with you.

“Wait,” your friend stands up with you, “I’m going with you,” She left no space for refusal as she picks up the scarf you almost left and hands it to you.

“Wow, ok,” you thought to yourself as you see the museum building in front of you. It was a very nice modern-looking building.

With your friend beside you, you enter its doors.

Inside, it had many things on display–mostly about the history of Sendai and samurais as well as a certain “Date” family. Both of you try looking for the office and almost ended up lost before you were able to look for a person to ask; it was weirdly devoid of people.

Reaching the office, an assistant, you had guessed, told you to make yourself comfortable while waiting. You did as you were told. Both you and [friend] were seated in a big open space with displays all around. This area was frequently passed by tourists, you can tell by the layout of the space.

Your friend was looking at displays around the huge space and you were scrolling through your phone when a man appeared around a corner.

You barely glance up when you look back down to your phone. “Wait a second,” you look back up again, bewilderment rising. He was holding a pen and notebook in his hands, “Oh no,” by now, memories of your “faceplant incident” had surfaced. You were silently staring as he passed–the blond man who handed you a handkerchief. “What in the world!? Was he here to take notes for research or something?” he turned to the side almost disappearing around another corner when you made eye contact.

He momentarily paused, fixing his glasses ; probably confused—“He had glasses on… did he have glasses last time?”—when another voice sounded from the end of the hall he was in. Someone probably called him. He then broke eye contact and vanished behind a wall.

You were still dumbfounded, staring at the wall in front of you trying to process what just happened. “What are the odds of that huh?” you had chuckled at yourself. “Who was that?” your friend had come down to sit beside you.

“Ugh. Remember when I told you about how my phone almost broke?”

“Yeah, you faceplanted on the sidewalk.”

“That guy was there to witness it and kinda helped me,” [friend] burst out laughing again after your statement.

“What are the odds of that happening!” she now had tears in her eyes from laughing, “Is it embarrassing? HAHAHA. It’s ok… it’s ok,” by now she was smacking her leg and doubling over.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, stop laughing at me~” you were shaking her trying to make her stop. You can’t handle any more shame.

“Ok, ok. But he was just probably here for his studies you know, so that’s over now, at least you didn’t have to talk to him.”

“Yeah, ‘at least.’”

The assistant had come back for you, telling you to follow them to the office. Your friend had only offered a thumbs-up as you left her in the hall.

You enter what you guess to be an office. A middle-aged man sat behind a desk in the room and gestured for you to take a seat; a chair in front of his table. He introduced himself as a Mister Yasuhiro, the director for the museum. He discussed the reason for calling you; they’d have a big charity event to be held in the museum on the first week of October; so that leaves about a month of preparation time. They needed animators to make the motion picture to be played in a loop all around the exhibits---for overall effect. He smiles warmly at you.

“Y/N, I know you’re a very talented artist,” he stated, “We’d really like to have you on-board for this project although I know you have school. You have top marks so I don’t think that it will be a problem considering you’ve been doing this for a long time now,” he was right, you never really had a problem in school, just times when you have off weeks or think you failed but still keep pulling though up top, “Although of course you’ll have one other animator with you to help share the load,” Yasuhiro continues.

You were thinking and something seems off to you, “Um—Sir, I’m really thankful for the opportunity you’ve given me but… why me? There are better professional animators out there… which, compared to me—” he cuts you off, “You see, we are also tasked to showcase the talents of young individuals and why not apply that to everything else?” You couldn’t reply anything else but a soft “oh”.

“We’d love to have you but I’d really have to ask if you’d be okay taking on this project on short notice,” Yasuhiro makes you consider the offer. “If you’re really fine having me help, then I’d be very much more than willing to,” a soft sort of calm determination escapes you—this was a very big chance after all. The middle-aged man lit up in joy and thanked you.

He seemed friendlier in contrast to others with the same position as he; much more now when he was clapping softly. You had noticed he was a cheerful man.

After you accepted their job, he discusses to you about the amount they’ll be paying you; and man were you happy you took the offer. Yasuhiro then proceeded to talk about what you’ll be doing in a general sense, “Oh and don’t worry about the content, you’ll have someone as a partner from the museum to help you with it.”

“That would really be great! Thank you!” You replied.

The director then proceeded to call his assistant, “Could you bring him in now?” Your brain glitches a bit, “him”? "A boy!? Nah, it’s just probably someone he’s got business with,” a short internal monologue played in your head.

You hear the door squeak open behind you and then come to a close. You were still facing the director, “This fellow will be helping you with the content of your animation, he’s currently an intern here,” you slowly turn around trying to face the alleged intern hoping to see a new face. Instead, you were met with a tall, blond and uninterested-faced person; glasses in front of his golden-brown irises. “Your partner for the project, Tsukishima Kei,” Yasuhiro announces from his desk.

Looking down for the first time since he entered, the guy named “Tsukishima” only blinked in response to what seems to be his own shock and confusion.

Unable to meet his gaze, you turn back around to face the director just gawking at him with slightly squinted eyes and a stupid expression displayed; unable to form words. “What are the odds?”

Mister Yasuhiro—having been facing you—asked, “Is something the matter?” he trailed off awkwardly.

“No,” you replied in unison.

“Oh?” the director was now joined in both your confusion.

“It’s fine, we just happened to bump into each other a while back. We’re just surprised,” Kei explained in his drawly voice as if nothing happened.

“Oh! Well that’s good then. You’re already acquainted so that’s step one done,” the director clapped his hands together in joy. “So that’s that. Kei will be showing you around the museum later. He’ll coordinate your schedules and disclose to you everything else that I missed,” the director smirked and sat up from his chair, “You can meet with the other duo the next time you come here. Good luck to you both.”

You found yourself in a hall outside of the office. A tall man beside you. Silence heavy in the air.

“So…” the beanpole spoke, “What’s your name?” both of you facing the same end of the hallway.

“I—uh. L/N F/N. Nice to meet you,” a straightforward reply, still refusing to look at each other.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too… for the third time.” The awkwardness was killing you.

“Yeahhh—about the first time… I never got to thank you for helping me…” you soften to a whisper, “and your handkerchief is ruined—I’ll just replace it.”

“Tch. There’s no need for that,” he looks at the bunch of paper in his hands, “Anyway~” he starts walking, “I have to show you around the museum.”

You follow behind him and later he stops abruptly. You are now in the big hall you were waiting in earlier. He hands you a sheet of paper, “Here’s the initial schedule. We’ll alter that to accommodate your own next time. Hold on to it for now,” He then looks around the room, “Weren’t you accompanied by someone else?” Realization dawns on you, yes, you were accompanied by F/N. Where is she now? You check your phone.

“Ah. She had forgotten to submit a term paper,” Tsukishima’s only response was a shrug and a slight pout, “Well then, let’s proceed.”

Touring around the city museum took a long while, your amazingly weak ankles decided to act up but in the end, you finished going around the displays in the building. He showed you where they were planning to put the main event as well as where all the side gimmicks would be. Accounting it all, it would kind of be an immersive event wherein wherever you go in the museum, you’d be greeted by animations and displays.

Both of you finished your tour at the main entrance balcony outside; it was already late in the afternoon. He paused beside you and turned to face you. You look to your side and see him fumbling around his pockets.

“Uh— w-what are you doing?” you asked meekly.

He raised his head to the ceiling and let out an exasperated sigh, “I was supposed to give you your museum pass. But I forgot that the ones meant for you and the other guy haven’t been modified yet—don’t ask.”

“Well that’s fine I guess, I can always just ask permission.”

“No, that makes a lot of hassle for everyone,” he interjects too quickly for your liking, but then he follows softly, “plus not everyone is always present here to let you in… that and the varying schedules clash.”

You felt thankful for his kinder follow-up, “Oh. So what now?”

“About the schedule, I think we need to exchange contacts.” And so you both did.

You gave him your phone number as well as your messenger account (in case). He then entered his phone number in your phone.

“Huh, I guess your phone’s okay now,” he handed it back.

“Really!? He had to bring it up,” you half-scream internally.

“And about the pass…” he placed everything he was holding in one hand and removed the ID dangling from his neck, “here,” he was holding it out to you.

You held your hands up, “But that- that’s yours—”he didn’t let you finish your sentence, “I can’t have you coming and going without a pass, so here, I won’t always be here to babysit you” he slipped it on your head, “Your pass later on will look somewhat like that. Don’t worry, I have an extra one at home, just don’t lose that. We’ll trade later.” Your face began to heat up, “What the heck!!”

"Until next time then Y/N."

He walked back to the doors but before he entered, he held the handle and looked back at you, “Expect me to contact you sometime between tomorrow and the next day, try not to ignore it,” with that, he goes inside leaving you in front of the stairs in the late afternoon glow.

Part 1 II Series masterlist II Part 3

Notes:

We use messenger because why not... (It’s actually because in my country we use messenger a lot and so yeah...)

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ms-meredith-milton · 4 years ago

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FIC: A Model Patron, 1/?

BLAME @sabrecmc FOR THIS!!! :)

No idea how far I’ll get--that’s why I’m not putting it on AO3 yet!--but when I saw the prompts @sabrecmc was floating around, one of them bit me and wouldn’t let go until I wrote this down. So whatever gets written is a gift to Sabre while P&P is playing hide and seek with my muse!

Fic: A Model Patron

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Tags/warnings: BDSM; pre-serum Steve; prostitution / sex work; Great Depression; power imbalance; age difference; eventual graphic kinky sex!

Original Prompt (though I’m taking it in a rather different direction): Prompt 9: Smol hooker Steve, so I was thinking that it could be Depression-era sort of noir-ish vibes. With the economy in shambles, lots of people, including many Irish immigrants, turned to selling their bodies to have enough food to eat, but who would want someone like Steve? Or so Steve figures. But, he hears about a guy who has been trolling the docks looking for a very particular type of person for certain “special clients”. Steve’s no stranger to pain, so he figures he can handle it and if it puts some food on the table, it would be worth getting knocked around a bit. At least he would be getting paid as opposed to the usual running his mouth situation. Or, how smol, 1930’s Steve enters the world of bdsm and finds himself ensconced with a particular reclusive millionaire with very specific tastes.

A Model Patron

When Steve had first accepted a gig at the Academy, he had expected to be humiliated: his imperfect body, frail and small, exposed to a circle of elite art students whose ranks he’d never be able to join.

But he hadn’t been humiliated by the modeling at all. The students had been courteous, though distant distant, and as Steve sat on the raised platform, above them, he’d been their muse. Steve was the center of their devoted concentration, at once a person and an object, as the Master walked around the room commenting on someone’s shading across the curve of Steve’s ribs, or how to capture the jut of his hipbone, or the right pigments to convey the fading bruises on his cheek and arm (remnants of Steve’s last scrape).

Steve hadn’t hated it; he liked it. Liked to be looked at, liked to be transformed into artwork. It had made his blood sing and his body hum. And his miserable, treacherous body (his goddamn traitor cock) responded for all to see.

That had humiliated him and he’d vowed not to go back, even when the kind, old professor delicately assured Steve he wasn’t the first model to respond to observation in a physical manner.

But Mr. Cavalli had recently let Steve go when his business took another bad turn; the pinch in Steve’s stomach and the danger of being turned out in the cold was enough to conquer far greater humiliations. He needed steady work, but one solid gig would stave off disaster.

Steve shifted nervously in his seat and stared at the student work displayed in the hallway. Fine, but generic. Steve didn’t care for it. (And couldn’t help thinking he’d be capable of better, given such fine paints and canvass--not to mention lessons.)

“Can I help you?” Professor Ellis asked politely as he stepped out of his office and saw Steve waiting. His greying beard was meticulously trimmed, his old brown shoes carefully polished, and his old fashioned jacket well brushed.

Steve scrambled to his feet, glad he’d taken such care with his own appearance.

“Professor Ellis,” Steve said, holding out his hand. They shook. “Steve Rogers here. I modeled for your life drawing course a few weeks ago.”

“Yes, of course,” Professor Ellis said with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Rogers.”

“And you, sir,” Steve replied, heart racing nervously. The professor looked at him expectantly.

“I--” Steve faltered. “I’m here to inquire if there might be any openings for models again.”

The sad expression on the professor’s face was answer enough.

“I’m afraid we got more applications than usual and we’ve already hired our models for the upcoming session,” he said gently. “And we’re operating on a reduced budget, so we have fewer slots than in previous semesters.”

Steve’s stomach dropped.

“I understand, sir,” Steve said in a hollow voice, then added after a moment’s hesitation, “Perhaps there’s a waitlist in case a model cancels? And, I-- I understand that funds are tight for the Academy; I could accept a reduced rate if there’s any opportunity that opens up.”

Steve knew he reeked of desperation, but instead of withdrawing awkwardly the Professor only looked softer.

Then a sudden change--he cocked his head to the side and frowned, scanning Steve up and down.

“Was it my advanced drawing course in October you sat for?”

“Yes, sir.”

The professor nodded and hesitated before speaking. “Actually, I may be able to refer you for something after all. Won’t you step into my office, Mr. Rogers?”

Steve followed him, only barely managing not to trip all over himself in his eagerness.

The Professor began shuffling papers across his messy desk, clearly looking for something as he spoke:

“Not long after you modeled, a young woman--afraid I’ve forgotten the name!-- came in to look at some student work and show it to the collector she works for who sometimes acts as a patron to promising young artists. He liked young Mr. Winslow’s drawing from that class and purchased it directly, though sadly no additional patronage seems to be forthcoming thus far. But a few days later one of this young lady’s colleagues came by to reiterate the collector’s satisfaction with the work. And with its subject.”

At last the Professor found the card he’d been looking for, but instead of handing it to Steve he held it, frowning.

“I was given to understand that the collector she represents may be interested in dabbling in some . . . unusual art work of his own.”

There was something odd in the professor’s voice and Steve started to worry that the old man wouldn’t give him the referral card after all. He held his breath as Professor Ellis finally looked up and met his eyes.

“The Academy has very high standards for how we treat our models,” the Professor said almost primly, “and it is our policy not to refer our models to unknown parties. But since it seems you may be”--a delicate pause as he selected the right phrase-- “in a difficult position . . .”

Steve’s cheeks heated even at the careful euphemism, but he took the card without hesitation when the Professor held it out.

“Thank you, sir,” Steve said, trying not to sound stiff.

“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” he said, still a little melancholy. “I hope the position proves satisfactory. I wish you the best of luck.”

They parted and Steve finally looked at the card.

All it said was “Miss Natalie Rushman” and a phone number in Manhattan.

>>>

Steve was fifteen minutes early for his interview, so he paced the side streets nearby killing time since he didn’t want to look too eager (or desperate). And Miss Rushman had offered to meet Steve at a pub near the Academy instead of making him travel all the way to her offices in upper Manhattan, saying she would be in the area anyway. When he’d asked how he’d recognize her if The Old Pony was crowded, she’d replied that she’d find him--then reminded him that she’d ‘seen him before’ in a tone that made him blush.

At exactly 3:59, Steve stepped into the pub, blinking as he adjusted to the dim light. A voluptuous redhead in a beautifully cut green dress approached him immediately with a slight smile. She extended her and greeted him in a deep voice: “Good afternoon, Mr. Rogers.”

It was strange; she looked so familiar, like someone he had seen around his neighborhood from time to time. But he was sure he’d have noticed such a high class lady in his area, so it was probably just a passing resemblance. (Or his exhausted mind playing tricks on him.)

“Very nice to meet you, Miss Rushman,” Steve replied.

“Please join me.”

Steve slid across from her in the small corner booth near the window.

“Thank you for taking time to meet with me,” Steve said.

“Likewise. Thank you for meeting me here,” she said, green eyes sparkling. “Please allow me to offer you a drink--compliments of my client. What would you like?”

“Coffee if they have it.”

She nodded.

“What’ll it be?” the barkeep asked Steve.

“One coffee and one vodka,” she answered.

The bartender gave Steve a queer look, but didn’t say anything. Miss Rushman studied Steve’s face with an intense expression while the man brought their order. Steve flushed, then turned brighter red as the man set the coffee in front of her and handed Steve the vodka. She traded their drinks immediately, paid, and raised her glass saying, “Cheers.”

“Good health,” Steve replied. He wrapped his chilled fingers gratefully around the warm cup.

She took a sip and leaned back in her seat, still examining him.

It was the strangest interview he’d ever been to and Steve was starting to feel an echo the professor’s uneasiness. His blush was spreading down his neck and he started to drop his head awkwardly, almost bashful, then reminded himself that he had nothing to be ashamed of. Steve raised his head again and threw back his shoulders.

“Yes,” she said at last. “I think you may be a very good fit.”

“Thank you,” Steve said, trying to reign in his temper. “Perhaps you could tell me more about the position now?”

Steve couldn’t quite keep the impatience out of his tone, but her smile widened despite that (or perhaps, oddly, because of it).

“Quite so,” Miss Rushman said, leaning forward to fold her hands on the table. “I represent an unusual and eccentric artist who has been searching for a . . . special muse. He’s had single sessions and even a few repeats with models before, but never formed the artistic bond he craves, which is one it would take time and trust to nurture. Something more collaborative.”

Steve sipped his coffee and nodded, intrigued.

“My client values his privacy,” she continued. “He is exceptionally wealthy and well-regarded and can compensate you very handsomely for your services.”

“Would I know any of his work?” Steve asked, thrilled (and more than a little bewildered) by the idea that a luminary of the art world--both rich and famous?--might want him as a muse.

“No, I’m afraid not,” Miss Rushman replied smoothly. “His wealth and renowned are based on industry, not on his purely private artistic achievements.”

Steve tried not to let his disappointment show.

“I must warn you that the artist can be . . . difficult. Fickle. Hard to work with.”

Steve nearly snorted. Sounded like every artist ever. And this one was a rich industrialist to boot? He’d probably be a terror. But Steve could handle that. He’d handled worse.

Miss Rushman continued. “He can be harsh, but he is not by nature cruel. He’s brilliant, arrogant, and impatient.”

She took another sip of her vodka. “Are you still interested?”

Steve nodded. “Very much so.”

“Good,” she said with satisfaction. “Would you be free for a meeting sometime soon? Tomorrow perhaps?”

Steve tried not let his relief show.

“My schedule is very open tomorrow,” Steve said, trying to sound confident.

She smiled.

“Excellent. If you are still interested at the close of our meeting, I will provide some funds for travel expenses. This is separate from the salary. For your initial session, the artist would pay you 100$.”

Steve couldn’t keep the shock off his face and it undoubtedly doubled as she continued.

“But perhaps you’ll find that you’re busy tomorrow after all,” she said, “when you understand the exact nature of the . . . art.”

Another sip of her vodka. Steve’s stomach began to tighten up into knots; there was something decidedly unnerving about all of this. He felt like he was always missing something, like he couldn’t read between the lines.

“If you accept the position, Mr. Rogers,” she said, leaning forward, her expression intense, “you would be the canvas for his art.”

“Pardon?” Steve said, cocking his head to the side. “You mean that he’d . . . paint on my body?”

Hardly seemed like that would require such princely pay or all this mystery.

“He might,” she answered with a hint of a smile at her brightly colored lips.

“But he mostly works in a different medium--the relationship between pleasure and pain.”

Her voice was low, intimate, almost a caress. Steve’s heart began to race as she continued: “He likes control. Intricate patterns of rope twined around the body. Leather cuffs. Chains. And he likes to inflict pain and make it show. Bruises. Scratches. Sometimes welts.”

Steve took a sharp breath. A few moments ago, he’d felt chilled but now the pub seemed far too hot.

“So, this so-called ‘artist,’” Steve said tightly, “wants a ‘model,’ he can tie up and beat?”

“A vulgar way of phrasing it, but not entirely inaccurate.” She waved a hand dismissively and finished her drink. “But he’d want to make it good for you. And he would hurt you, but he would never harm you.”

“What’s the difference?” Steve bit out.

“No lasting damage. His tastes aren’t particularly extreme and he has exceptional control. As I said, he’s not by nature cruel.”

Steve couldn’t keep back an incredulous snort. (Not cruel! Just wanted to pay for the pleasure of beating somebody up who couldn’t fight back.)

Her expression tightened and she added in a grave tone, “And if you change your mind at any point and tell him to stop, he will.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that?” Steve asked with a glare.

“Believe what you like,” she answered smoothly. “It is the truth.”

With that, she slid abruptly from the booth and took a small envelope from her purse. She placed it on the table.

“Funds for travel expenses to Manhattan and a good meal on the way,” she said briskly. “Noon tomorrow at the enclosed address if you’d like to meet him and continue the interview process. If not, then I wish you well, Mr. Rogers.”

She took one step away from the booth, then turned back to add in a soft voice, “He isn’t always a nice man, but he is a good one.”

Then, as if by magic, she seemed to vanish in the crowd.

Steve’s coffee cup shook in his hand; he set it down abruptly with a clatter.

It was quite some time before Steve collected himself enough to go home, envelope secure in his inner breast pocket, right above his too-rapidly beating heart.

#stony #fanfic #WIP #@sabrecmc

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Getting Back To You 8 - Just Sit There and Look Pretty

Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count For Series: 100K+ words

Beta: @superfanficnatural and @emoryhemsworth and @jensengirl83

Book Cover by @talesmaniac89

A/N: Special thanks to - @crashdevlin @atc74 @smol-and-grumpy @winchest09 @waywardbeanie @deanwanddamons @malfoysqueen14 @emoryhemsworth @janicho88 @jensengirl83 @whatareyousearchingfordean @katehuntington @anathewierdo and to all my friends who listen to me ramble about my writing. your words of encouragement mean the world to me! Without you I don’t think I could have found the courage to come back and share what I love most to do, WRITE.

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Checking herself out in the mirror, Amaya couldn’t help but smile. She had decided to go with her slightly ripped jeans, a long sleeve Sabrina style crop top shirt, and her high heeled timberland boots. She decided to leave her hair loose and flowing. It had been a while since she could relax that way. Grabbing her black clutch, she made sure she had the right weapons that would fit in it. Nothing too big, but deadly enough to kill a monster if she needed to. With one last look, she applied a quick thin layer of makeup and made her way towards the garage.

Dean sat with Sam in the kitchen of the bunker. He watched as the familiar figure walked by the door and rushed to see Amaya.

“You heading out?” He asked casually. Or at least as casually as he could.

“Yeah,” Amaya said as she turned and bit her lip. “I’ll probably be out late, but I’ll send Sam a signal if anything comes up. Don’t wait up.”

She made it out to the garage before Dean could ask any more questions. Looking at Sam, he watched as the tall hunter pulled out his laptop and began typing.

“You’re tracking her phone?” Dean smiled.

“Yup,” Sam said as he popped the ‘p’. “And it looks like they’re headed for an Italian place in town. Or at least she is on her bike.”

“She rides a motorcycle?” Dean asked as he raised an eyebrow at Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled. “Ever since we met her, she’s been riding one.”

“My Amaya only rides one when she has a solo hunt. She used to do it before they stuck us together for assignments.” Dean remembered fondly.

“Good to know that there are similarities there,” Sam said as he got up from the bench seat. “You know, there is a part of you that’s not all that different from my brother.”

“How so?” Dean looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

He wasn’t used to the jeans and multiple layers of shirts and flannel. He felt out of place not being dressed in a suit.

“Dean… I told you how we had a hard life here. Mom died, killed by a yellow-eyed demon.” Sam reminded him.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

“Okay, well,” Sam cleared his throat. “He likes to have this hard, mean exterior to him. And, he thinks that people don’t notice, but I notice when he cares.”

“He says otherwise,” Dean nodded.

Sam smiled. “You got it. He always puts on this hard face, and he'll be gruff and serious. But then he’ll look at the person we are saving, and he will do everything in his power to save them. He’ll offer them words of encouragement when he thinks I'm not listening. My brother...he is one of the most kind-hearted people I know. He would move mountains if it meant people surviving and Heaven and Earth to make sure the people he loved are okay. I should know,” Sam said as he looked down at the floor in shame. “Sometimes, I forget that he sacrifices a lot, especially for just me.”

“You guys have been through a lot,” Dean looked around the empty bunker. “I’m sorry you guys had to live through that without the proper support.”

“We survived,” Sam shrugged with a soft smile. “And we just keep fighting.”

“As hunters, it’s a good motto to have,” Dean assured him. “Now, let’s go chase after Amaya and make sure that she is single for when your idiot brother gets back.”

“You can say that again,” Sam chuckled. “He is stubborn. But so is she.”

“I noticed,” Dean followed Sam to the garage and froze.

He slowly walked up to the black Chevy Impala. She looked to be in pristine condition, which was surprising. He didn’t think that they would keep a car like Baby, but if what Sam told him was anything to take into account, the car itself held sentimental value. Dean could tell that this world’s version of him took good care of the old car.

“Dean is really good at fixing her up,” Sam smiled. “I sometimes wish he would have come with me when I left for college and worked in what he wanted.”

“He never went?” Dean looked at Sam. “Did he graduate high school?”

With a shake of his head, Sam walked up to Baby and ran his fingers over the shiny car.

“He uh,” He cleared his throat. “He dropped out to help dad and got his GED. Always said it was good enough and that he wasn’t worth anything else.” Sam huffed. “I should have encouraged him more, but…” Sam trailed off before snapping back from his own thoughts. “Let’s follow Amaya. We need to make sure my idiot brother can stop being stubborn long enough to grab the girl when he comes back.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile at that. He had to think about his own Amaya and wondered if his counterpart would try and help him as much as he was willing to help.

Amaya sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She hated going to these stuffy events. It was worse, though, that Dean was in another universe and in his place was a low brow podunk hunter. She looked over herself and sighed. The dress was fitting too tight for her liking, but it still just fit. Her H-shape halter strap dress was one she always wore to events where both Henry Winchester and Samuel Campbell would be present. This was more of a family gathering than an event, really. Once a month, they would gather and talk, but now, she felt out of place. She wasn’t going to be a part of the family anymore.

Dean flipped through the channels of the TV in the living room. He sat up and stared at Amaya as she walked out and fixed her earrings. His eyes roamed up her legs, taking in how the dress fit her nicely, hugging her in all the right places. Her hair pinned up in a tight French twist. His throat suddenly felt dry as he watched the double of the girl he loved grab a shawl.

“Where are you off to?” He said when he finally found his voice.

“Family dinner at Girard’s,” Amaya grumbled as she took one last look at herself in the mirror before grabbing her clutch bag and keys. “Don’t burn my house down and make sure that Zeppelin goes out to do his business.”

“Shouldn’t I--” Dean began before Amaya held out her hand to stop him.

“Going to stop you right there.” She growled. “You are not going to do anything while you are here except stay out of our way and stay inside this apartment.” She walked up to him and poked him on his chest. “You are not this world’s Dean and trust me, and I wouldn’t want him at that dinner anyways with the announcement I’m going to make, so please spare me.”

“Amaya,” Dean sighed. “I don’t like this situation any more than you do.” he gently grabbed her hand. “So whatever you and the other me have going on… that’s between the two of you.” He acknowledges, trying to get her to meet his gaze. “I can help you out here. If you really are done with my double, I can help you make it a smooth break.”

“Why?” Amaya huffed as she crossed her arms. “Why would you help me?”

“Because you clearly don’t want to be in a relationship with the other version of me,” Dean pointed out.

Amaya swallowed the lump in her throat at his words. It was strange for it to be coming from the double of the man she loved. It was his voice, his eyes, his broad shoulders, but it wasn’t him. Closing her eyes, she thought back to everything that had transpired.

“It’s not that--” she hesitated. Why should she tell this look alike her troubles? What could he do?

“It’s not that, what?” Dean pressed. “You either love him, or you don’t. Why else would you be running to London?”

“How do you know that?” Amaya gasped, her eyes wide with fear. This man could ruin everything for her. How could he know what she was planning?

“I overheard your conversation. It was with a guy named Ketch?” He questioned and was unsure of what to make of her expression.

Amaya scoffed, “Ketch has been nothing but a valuable and loyal colleague.” she defended, making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. “I don’t know how things are done in your world, but here,” she gestured around them. “Here, monsters know their place and they are all but eradicated.”

Dean frowned, he didn’t know a guy named Ketch, and who the fuck names their kid Ketch anyways? If this was anything to go by, it could have been a good thing or a bad thing, but either way, he hated the thought of his own Amaya doing anything with ‘Ketch’. Any guy for that matter. Wait… why the fuck would he care if Amaya was with someone else? She would be safer and definitely out of harm’s way.

“Eradicated? You mean, they are almost wiped out?” Dean questioned. This was something he would have never thought possible.

“Well, when you have a network of operatives like we do,” Amaya went on to explain. “It’s easy to try and keep the monsters at bay.”

“Well, you don’t want to be late, do you?” Dean raised an eyebrow at her as he looked at the time. “I’m sure you have a way to talk to my double’s family about what is going on.”

Amaya tilted her head at him, “What are you up to?”

Dean raised his hand innocently, “Nothing. I swear. I just don’t want to take too much of your time.”

Amaya glared at him before letting out a soft hum, “alright, just remember what I said don’t--”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean interrupted. “Don’t burn the house down and make sure the mutt does his business outside.”

“Right,” Amaya drawled. “I shouldn’t be back too late.”

“Okay,” Dean said as he casually walked back to the couch to sit.

Amaya eyed him cautiously before walking out the door. Dean made sure to wait until he could hear the car drive off in the distance. Walking to the phone, he smiled when he saw a number and Sam’s name next to it. Picking it up, he dialed the number and waited for someone to answer.

“Amaya?” Sam’s answered.

“No, it’s roughneck,” Dean huffed. “I need your help. Have you left for Girard’s yet?”

“Why?” Sam demanded.

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, “I want to help your brother with Amaya. Even if one of us is happy,” Dean chuckled. “I think I can be okay with that.”

Sam let out a sigh, “what do you need from me?”

Sam and Dean sat in the Impala as they watched Amaya get off her bike. The boys watched as she adjusted her clothes, fixed her hair, and checked her make-up before walking inside.

“Do we go inside?” Sam asked as he looked over at Dean.

“Huh?” Dean snapped out of his thoughts.

Most of what was running through his head was about his Amaya. Was she safe? Did she meet his alternate self? Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before looking at the man who was his brother’s double.

“I’m okay for the most part,” He admitted. “I just can’t imagine this Amaya not being happy with your brother.” He scoffed slightly. “From what you’ve told me, you have had a hard life, sure… but that shouldn’t stop you both from being happy.”

“It’s--” Sam shook his head as he took in a small breath. “It’s been hard, and… I know Dean loves Amaya, he does, and I don’t want him to regret not having her when he can have her.”

“I understand,” Dean muttered. “Let’s get in there and try to stay hidden for a bit. Tail them lightly.” Dean strategized.

“Sounds good,” Sam agreed as he moved to leave the car.

“Sam?” Dean breathed.

“Yeah, Dean?”

“Thanks for helping me with this,” Dean whispered. “I know you shouldn’t, and you don’t really know me but… I don’t want anything bad to happen to Amaya, in any universe. And if helping your brother realize that she’s good for him is what I have to do, then so be it.”

Sam smiled at Dean’s admission, “Thanks. I know how stubborn they both can be. So let’s get in there and make sure she and Jason stay friends.”

“Okay,” Dean breathed. “Let’s do this.”

Sam smiled as Dean got out of the car, and both men made their way into the restaurant. For Lebanon being a small town, the restaurant was full. Sam tapped Dean on his shoulder and pointed to a small corner of the restaurant where the familiar brown hair with purple highlights shone. It was still strange to Dean to see Amaya with such a color in her hair. His Amaya was trained to be proper and ready for anything.

Dean followed Sam, who had asked for a table, and sat in a booth they were shown too. The booth was not too close, but not too far from where Amaya and Jason were sitting. Dean couldn’t help but frown at how easily Amaya laughed. It made his heart ache for his Amaya, to hear her laugh, to see her smile, to kiss her lips.

‘It’s over’ Amaya’s voice echoed in his head.

Taking in a shaky breath, he knew he had to find a way to have Amaya be available for this world’s Dean. In some way, he hoped that the other Dean was realizing that Amaya was worth having in his life. Was worth loving and fighting for.

“Dean?” Sam called to him. “Dean?” He waved his hand in front of Dean.

“Yeah?” Dean snapped out of his thoughts.

“You sure you want to do this?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Dean breathed. “I lost my Amaya, and when I get back, I need to fight for her. So I need to find a way for your Dean to have a chance.”

“What if this is what the witches want?” Sam wondered. “What if they wanted to get My Dean to never be with Amaya?”

“Why?” Dean tilted his head as he asked. “That would mean there is an important connection. I mean why care if--” his eyes widened. “You don’t suppose that they think that your Dean and this Amaya are soulmates do you?”

Sam opened and closed his mouth as he thought about it, “I never thought about it like that. I thought they were targeting Dean because we had been knocking out their network for a while now.” Sam ran a hand across his face. “I might need to look at the spell they cast. They also may have given Dean something to drink.”

“What makes you say that?” Dean asked as he leaned in and folded his hands on the table.

“I was knocked out for a while, but when I came to, I noticed Dean was out of it,” Sam explained. “I noticed his lips had some sort of residue.”

Dean let out a soft hum, “I noticed a small after taste in a whiskey I was drinking. In our Universe, witches can hide very cleverly. They know we can track them quickly.” He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair. “We need to figure out what kind of ritual they performed.”

“Guess when we get back, we can look through the books,” Sam suggested.

“Yeah, that’s--” Dean froze when They saw someone familiar walking their way.

“¿Qué demonios están haciendo aquí?” Amaya growled as she crossed her arms. (What in the goddamn hell are you guys doing here?)

“Puedo explicarlo,” Dean began as he slid out from the booth and stood up. (I can explain).

“¿Oh? por favor dime cómo tú y Sam me están siguiendo?” Amaya growled. (Oh? please tell how you and Sam are following me?)

“Look, Sam was showing me around,” Dean argued. “I mean, what better way to get the brain stimulated to think than to be--”

“Dean!” A male voice interrupted them.

“Hey, Jason,” Dean said as he gave the man a thin lined smile.

He looked exactly like the Jason he knew in his world. The Jason who was Ben’s real father. At least in his world, he wasn’t sure about this one. Jason rocked on his heels as he looked between Amaya and Dean. He could feel a small bit of tension between them.

“You guys taking a break from something?” Jason asked casually trying to ease the discomfort he was feeling.

“No,” Dean replied as Amaya answered, “Yes.”

Dean and Amaya glared at one another.

“Dean and Sam came to have a nice meal, and then they have to go back to researching,” Amaya clarified.

“Actually,” Dean gave a small chuckle. “We are going to call it a night. I need a good drink and--”

“We’re headed to the local watering hole if you want to join us,” Jason said.

Amaya let out a groan. “Jason, are you sure? I mean I’m sure they’re tired.” Amaya sent Sam a pleading look.

“I haven’t had a nice night out in a while.” Sam ponders. “I mean, if I don't use it, I will lose it, right, Amaya?” He gave her a smug grin.

Amaya closed her eyes, as it was a losing battle. The teasing she and Dean did before this whole mess happened came back to bite her in the ass. Sam was sure that if looks could kill, he would already be dead. But he couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he was helping Amaya and Dean out in the long run.

“I guess when you guys are done, you can join us at Spurs,” Amaya drawled and turned to Jason. “I’m going to grab my bike,” She rubbed at her forehead, letting out a small sigh. “Jason, I’ll meet you at Spurs,” she opened her clutch to look for her keys and walked out of the restaurant.

“How long has it been since we last hung out?” Dean stated casually.

“It’s been a while, haven’t seen you since that Wendigo hit up Yosemite.” Jason stated.

This gave Dean a few clues. “Right, good thing I saved your ass.” Digging in to his memory of Sam’s clues of this world’s Dean being slightly arrogant.

Jason let out a laugh, “Dude, I saved your ass. If it weren’t for me, you would have been hanging in that cave as a feast for the monster.”

“No, I clearly remember having to light the bitch on fire and saving YOU from being its winter feast.” Dean said as he gave Jason a gentle slap on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s head to Spurs. Don’t want Maya to get too much of a head start, right?”

Dean rushed out before he could mess up anything. Sam hot on his heels. When both men reached the Impala they breathed a sigh of relief.

“You might need to fill me in on what happened on that hunt,” Dean said as he started the car.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I can start from the beginning.”

In the alternate world, Dean paced in the living room, waiting for Sam to arrive. He helped himself to a glass of whiskey while he waited. It also gave him a chance to explore the house and look at everything inside. All the pictures that decorated the walls made his heart ache. He missed his Amaya. The way she was always able to calm him after a nightmare, the way she flirted, hell, he missed the feel of her lips on his.

He started to kick himself mentally for what he said to her. He could have told her a different way, could have not been a dick. But what was done was done. He made a mental note to try and fix things with her. The knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. He smiled when Sam stood there, garment bag and shoes in hand.

“Anything bad happens,” Sam said as he pushed past Dean. “I blame you completely.”

“Yeah yeah, Bitch,” Dean sighed.

“Why did you call me a bitch?” Sam huffed crossing his arms.

“Sorry,” Dean muttered. “It’s something my brother and I do. He calls me Jerk, and I call him Bitch.” Dean ran his fingers through his hair. He missed his brother. The guy in front of him looked like his brother, but he was far from being Sam.

Sam nodded at the explanation, “I can see that. You are a bit of a Jerk.” Sam chuckled hoping to make Dean feel better.

“Bitch,” Dean muttered automatically. “Thanks,” he said when he realized what Sam had done. “Okay, you brought the suit?”

“Yup,” Sam pointed to it in the garment bag. “But, I am going to have to drill you on what to expect at this dinner.”

“I figured as much.” Dean sighed as he opened up the garment bag to look at the suit.

He let out a small whistle. The suit was nothing to scoff at. It was a tailored black three-piece suit complete with matching tie. Taking the garment bag, Dean made his way to the bathroom to shower and change. Sam looked around the apartment. It was strange being inside it with a man who looked like his brother, sounded like his brother, but was not his brother. The pictures around the room only made him cement the idea of bringing his brother back, even if it meant working with his counterpart.

Sam watched as Dean came out of the bathroom and stood a bit straighter. If he hadn't known any better, he would say his brother never left. But then again, looking the part and playing the part are two very different things.

“What?” Dean huffed as he looked around himself. “Am I missing something?”

“No,” Sam sighed as she ran his fingers through his hair. “You look fine. Now on the way there, I’ll give you some information. Think of this as another ‘case’ if you will.” Sam suggested as he grabbed the keys. “I will feed you the information, and you will only answer if you are directly spoken to. If you mess up, we’ll just play it off as something having gone wrong on your mission.”

“Still can’t get over the fact that you guys call cases, missions.” Dean scoffed. “I mean, you guys make it sound like you’re spies or something.”

Sam let out a chuckle, “I guess that’s one way to put it.” He was walking to his car when he noticed Dean stop in his tracks. “What?”

“You drive a charger?” Dean pointed to the car.

“Yeah,” Sam acknowledged. “I mean, I’m not like Amaya and my brother who have two separate cars. One for hunting, although Amaya prefers her bike when she hunts alone. And the other car for everyday things.”

“So, you don’t drive a ‘67 Chevy Impala?” Dean inquired. His shoulders slumped at the thought of not being able to drive his baby.

“Oh we have an Impala,” Sam said as he began driving towards the restaurant.

“You do?” Dean shifted in his seat and looked at Sam. “So then why aren’t you driving her?”

“She’s a special car. Dean takes care of her, and he only uses her for missions.” Sam explained. “Besides… he added some features that are only to be used on missions and not everyday outings. That’s what he has his more modern Impala for.”

“And why didn't I know that he had a more ‘modern’ Impala?” Dean sneered. “I could be driving us to --”

“You are not touching the cars!” Sam snapped as he stopped at a red light. “Let’s get this straight. You are nothing more than a visitor here, understand? And I will be damned if I let you touch anything that belongs to my brother.”

Dean let out a chuckle, “You assholes really think that highly of yourselves here.” He ran a hand across his face. “I know how to take care of cars! For fucks sake I’ve had to rebuild Baby from the ground up a few times.”

Sam cleared his throat as he continued the drive. It wasn't long before he drove up to the valet and both men made their way inside.

“There you are!”

Sam and Dean turned to see an older woman walking towards them.

“Forgive us Grandma Millie,” Sam leaned in and gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Dean had a small incident on his mission and we were just going through the debrief.”

Millie turned her eyes to Dean, “Are you alright? Does this have anything to do with the incident at the school?”

“No,” Dean looked at Sam who mouthed ‘mamaw’. “Mamaw!” Dean smiled. “Just got my head knocked around that’s all.” He hugged her tightly and closed his eyes.

It was strange seeing family members for the first time. Strange to hug them and pretend they had any form of relationship. He froze when he saw Samuel Campbell walking up to them.

“Boys!” He pulled both Sam and Dean into a tight hug. “The best of the Winchester and Campbell clan!”

Sam let out a laugh as he gave Samuel a pat on his back. Dean on the other hand froze. The man who betrayed them, the man who sold them out to Crowley, hugging them and saying he was proud.

“Dean?” Samuel’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You okay, son?”

“Yeah,” Dean snapped out of it when Sam punched him lightly on his leg. “Sorry, my head’s still jumbled.”

“I have never known you to get all jumbled like that?” Samule’s eyes roamed over Dean. He seemed to be checking for anything else. “Must have been some mission. Was it the same witches that have been giving us trouble?”

“That’s what it looks like Pops,” Sam interjected with a smile. “We need to say hi to Nana Deana, Mom, and Dad. So if you could excuse us.” Sam pulled Dean away as they made their way deeper inside.

The Campbell-Winchesters had rented out the restaurant for the whole night. Dean was maneuvered around the room, having to give the same story over and over. It was tiring. Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Excusing himself, he made his way to the bar and ran a hand across his face.

“Whiskey, double on the rocks,” he ordered with a sigh.

“Son?”

Dean’s body froze at the familiar rumble of the deep voice. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before turning to face the man that the familiar voice belonged to.

“Hey, Dad,” Dean let out as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You okay son?” John said, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. “I know you’ve been saying that the mission really knocked you out… but I know you’re made of stronger stuff than that.” John shifted to stand beside Dean as he ordered himself the same drink his son had ordered.

“Yeah,” Dean assured him. “I’m just… everything has been kind of spiraling.”

John took in a deep breath as his son’s words sank in. “I know it can’t be easy trying to get Amaya back. But son… kissing Lisa Braden? You know better than that.”

“I know,” Dean whispered. “I was… it… it was a momentary lapse of judgement.” Dean repeated what Sam had told him to say. “Sam thinks it was something the witches could have done. Seeing that Lisa said she felt like she was under a spell.”

John let out a soft hum and nodded. “I can’t say I disagree with your brother.”

Dean let out a huff with a smile, “Yeah, Sam is smart about those things.” He took a sip of his drink and smacked his lips together.

“You okay son?” John turned to face him. “I know that what happened with Amaya wasn’t ideal but I know you can win her back.”

“I--” Dean froze for a bit. He closed his eyes composing himself. “I can try.” He said after finding his voice. “But you know how stubborn she is.”

John let out a chuckle, “That she is, son. But you are just as stubborn as she is. It’ll be okay.”

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” a voice called from behind them.

Dean's back straightened at the sound of the voice. He turned slowly to come face to face with Amaya. Clearing his throat, Dean gave her his best smile.

"I was wondering when you were going to join us for a drink," Dean said as casually as possible.

Amaya plastered a smile on her face, "I was talking to some of our London associates."

John seemed to tilt his head at that. "Everything okay?"

"Everything will be talked about when we sit for dinner John." Amaya reassured him before turning her attention to Dean. "I thought you were going to rest?"

“Oh a quick nap and I was feeling great,” Dean said as he smiled at her. “Sam was on his way and he swung by to pick me up.” he lifted his glass and nodded to Sam who made his way towards them.

“Really?” Amaya looked over at Sam and raised an eyebrow at Sam. “John would you excuse us? I need to talk to your sons.”

“Of course,” John agreed. He walked away from the trio.

As soon as John stepped away, Amaya grabbed Sam and Dean by their arms and dragged them out to the terrace.

“What in the hell do you think you are doing bringing this… this.. Jackass here to pretend to be Dean!?”

“I am Dean!” Dean whined.

“Not OUR Dean,” Amaya growled. “You should have stayed back at the apartment and you,” she turned to Sam, “Should not be encouraging this.”

“If he doesn’t make an appearance, they will be suspicious,” Sam said cooly as he grabbed his glasses from his case and put them on. “Besides, this way, there can be a clean break since you are determined to not marry Dean anyways.”

“I am not marrying Dean,” Amaya acknowledged. “But more because I don’t think he ever really wanted to. Four years Sam, we were engaged for four years. We could have married anytime after any of the incidents that plagued us. But we kept putting it off. Lisa was just the tip of the iceberg, with or without the witches interference.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you Amaya?” Sam argued.

Dean watched the interaction between the two of them. There was something hidden in Amaya’s demeanor that made the hunter curious as to why she was really pushing this world’s version of himself away. He tilted his head for a moment as she bit her lip.

“Sam…” Amaya’s voice broke.

“Amaya I have seen you and my brother love each other since you first showed up at the academy.” Sam walked up to her and tilted his head, “What aren’t you telling me Maya?”

“I can’t have children,” she whispered.

Dean could see her turn her head away in shame looking out into the night sky.

“What?” Sam breathed. “Maya, are you sure? I mean… did you--”

“Eileen told me after she checked me out when Hecate attacked.” Amaya’s voice broke as she spoke.

“What if she was wrong?” Sam inquired. “What if it’s all a part of the witch's plot to tear you and Dean apart.”

“It’s too late,” Amaya shook her head and wiped away the tears from her eyes. “The wedding was set for next week and now…” Amaya turned and glared at Dean. “He is in Dean’s place. I can guarantee that the universe is working against us Sam. So I will be leaving.”

“Leaving?!” Sam’s eyes widened at her admission.

“Yes,” She nodded her head. “I have decided to transfer to London.”

“London? To join the British division?” Sam shook his head in disbelief.

“There is nothing to stop me Sam. I talked to Ketch and I signed the transfer. I just need Henry’s final approval.”

“Excuse me,” A voice interrupted the trio.

The three of them turned to come face to face with Millie Winchester. The older woman stepped out and looked at the trio. Her eyes went to Dean and she tilted her head slightly before turning to Sam and Amaya.

“Your grandfather is ready to eat, boys. Amaya, I believe he wants to speak to you after dinner.” Millie Winchester said as she walked up to the trio. Her eyes lingered on Dean first.

“You okay, Mamaw?” Dean asked after clearing his throat.

“I’m fine, dear, “ she sighed as she walked up to him. She placed a hand on her cheek. “That mission must have been tough,” she muttered, placing a hand on her cheek.

“I’m fine, mamaw,” Dean gave her a smile.

“Your eyes though,” she leaned in. “Your eyes look like they have seen hell and back. Pain, loss, heartache. Whatever happened on this mission… you look like you’ve changed.” she gave him a knowing look.

Dean felt his breath get caught in his throat. What the old woman said, sent a shiver down his spine. Could she tell that he wasn’t her real grandson? Dean looked into Millie’s eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat, before giving her a smile.

“I promise mamaw,” He let out. “I was just taken by surprise. I know it doesn’t happen often but it does happen.”

Millie let out a soft hum as she nodded, “It can happen to the best from time to time.” she nudged his face to look into his green eyes. It was almost like she was studying him. “Still, there is something… off.”

Dean closed his eyes before gently grabbing the old woman’s hand and removing it from his cheek.

“I’m sure Grandpa Henry is hungry,” Dean reminded her. “We should head inside.”

“You are absolutely right,” Millie chuckled with a smile. “And we know how he is with that Winchester appetite.”

Sam walked over and led Millie inside while Amaya grabbed Dean holding him back from walking inside.

“You are not going to open that mouth,” she breathed. She stood in front of him and adjusted his tie and jacket avoiding looking into his eyes. “You are going to keep conversations short and sweet. But other than that, you will sit there, be quiet, and look pretty.”

“Awwww,” Dean mocked. “You think I’m pretty.”

“Shut up, jackass.” Amaya drawled as she walked inside with Dean following behind her.

Chapter 9

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kaylathekittykat225 · 5 years ago

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Blood Stains on the Couch // Jason Todd X Reader

Warning/s: fluff, some smol cursings

Word Count: 1736

Sometimes you wanna write something that is short and sweet and understandably fluff, so here is my blurb between me writing two giant stories at the moment. Those are coming up, one for Steve Harrington that I’m excited to get out and then another name I am dabbling in for the first time: Anakin Skywalker, so this should all be fun when those finally come up.

Anyway my loves, hope you enjoy this love for Jason Todd, because him and Dick Grayson are tied for my favorite bird boys because I just love them so much for their own reasons and ugh. When you are a writer and you can’t properly use your words to talk about the things you usually type about. My struggle is real guys. It’s rough.

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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Jason walked through the door at two am and you were sitting on the couch in your apartment’s living room, watching the TV with a bowl of popcorn sitting on your lap. When you two first moved in together, all he did was complain about how you should trio up with Roy and get a larger apartment for less money for the three of you, but you stood your ground and gave him a hardass no. Just the thought of the two of them living in the same apartment was a nightmare and pigsty enough to imagine, but you also wanted to live at this apartment, so hard pass from your end. For you, this place was home, you had a bed to sleep in, some movies to watch, your boyfriend with you and food in the fridge. There was nothing more for you to want in the world right now.

Sleeping in Gotham gets you used to hearing odd noises at night, and the squeak of the window in your bedroom was one that you didn’t have to jump at every time you heard the glass sliding against the wooden frame. You thought of it now like a bell at the front door of shops that let the workers know that there was a new customer in the store. Only, it's your boyfriend and not a random customer and it's your home and not a store...not a good way to think about it if being honest. Either way, when you heard the sliding window, you looked curiously towards your room.

“Jay?” The entire house was dark besides the lamp next to you on the coffee table and the blue backlight of the TV that you paused while waiting to hear a response. The door swung open before your eyes and a large bulky figure loomed in the doorway, their wide shoulders blocking most of the moonlight from moving further into the hallway. There were no defining features around the person’s head, leading you to assume that it was Jason with his helmet on and being dramatic as possible. “Do you always have to be so dramatic?”

You could hear Jason chuckle through the modulator in his helmet as you turned back to the TV and continued watching March of the Penguins; yes, that is the level of bore and doneness you are facing right now. Jason’s heavy footsteps thudded across the room as he stepped closer to you, all the while you didn’t give him much notice and instead focused on the penguins as they slid across the ice towards the mating grounds they were searching for.

The drama queen you loved and called your boyfriend stood over you, giving you a better look at him now that his features were visible from the front with your lamp rather than backlit by the light from outside. He walked right into the living room so he was still in his patrol uniform: jeans, holsters, hand guns, everything was still on him; his boots were off and he was padding around with just his socks on, because he knew better than to track mud through your bedroom and into the rest of the room. The towering giant you dated looked like a little kid right now if all you focused on was his feet

Looking higher up his body, you noticed how his dark jeans worked well in hiding blood, but you knew how the blood hid itself in the fabric and it was scattered over his thighs. If it was old or new blood, that’s something you didn’t care to notice or figure out, but they were getting to the point of you needing to steal them and wash them before tomorrow’s patrol. His jacket and shirt were pretty clean, he liked it that way and made sure that his good jacket that he has had for years was okay and not dirty. Finally, his helmet, the blood red helmet that scared the living daylights out of you the first time you saw him wearing it. Now you knew better and that it was still him under the hard-red material.

“You just gonna stand there all night?” The question slurred through your mouth, mixing with a yawn as you reached your arm up to him in a welcoming gesture to join you on the couch.

“Depending on if you were gonna keep this penguin shit on.” Jason’s voice was modulated through most of his comment while he unlatched it and pulled his head free from it, finally letting you see his gorgeous features. His eyes were still blocked by the domino mask he was reaching for, but you finally see him; his jaw, his lips, the freckles on his nose. Everything was for you to stare at and happily take in; this, this was the reason you would stay up until four every morning, to see his face coming out of his mask. Also, just to see his face. Because his face is handsome.

You continued to stare at him as he dropped his two masks onto the table in front of the couch, your arm still extended in the air for him to notice. “I am gonna keep watching my movie, its calming and I don’t have to think about too much.” He rolled his eyes at you before he tugged the blanket off your lap and pressed his knee between your legs, wiggling your legs further apart before more or less falling on top of you.

“Jaaaay, you’re gonna get blood on the couch. Go change your pants.” The whining in your voice did not match the threading of your fingers through his thick hair, the white hairs finding their way to mix into the dark ones. He groaned at you pushing your fingers into his scalp, shivers running down his back as you continued to massage your fingers through his hair.

“But you’re so comfy.” He said, his voice muffled from being shoved into your stomach. At this point with his body getting heavier and falling in line with yours, pushing the both of you to not want to move to your bedroom.

A beat of quiet filtered through the room as your movie displayed the stages of life of the young baby penguin freeing itself from its shell, leaving the protective belly flap of its father, waiting for the arrival of its mother. The circle of life as it grows.

Ten minutes passed of Jason tracing patterns into your hip bone just below his nose and you carding your fingers through his hair before you felt his chest constrict as he began to push himself up from laying on top of you. “Baaaaaabe, where’re ya goin’?” Your words held a slur behind them, sleep was begging your body to fall into its warm embrace as it was nearing two am at this point and you had to be awake in the morning for work. But this time was Jason time when you got to see him. And you were now cold with air moving between the space of your legs and his chest.

“You’re the one bitching at me to change my pants, so I was gonna go change ‘em and come back.” His voice was heavy, a trait like how yours slurred, and a yawn midway through his thought confirmed he was just as close to sleep as you were.

“But I said that before you made me get comfy. Now I’m cold.” Your lower lip sticks out in a pout and your arm quickly wrapped over your body to make yourself look smaller, being sleepily angry at him.

“Aw, now we can’t have that, now can we?” Your boyfriend spoke as he leaned forward again, almost like he was going to return to his pillow of your stomach, but as his face got closer to yours, you unhooked your crossed arms and allowed him to plant his head right on your chest. Having to look down your nose at him, you watched, and honestly felt, him rubbing his face into your chest, trying to get comfy on his new pillow. “Mmmm, squishy.”

“I am dating a literal eight-year-old.” Grumbling about Jason’s comment on your boobs, you flicked his ear while your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders and rest on his back. He lifted his hand to your arm and grabbed hold of your wrist, moving the arm you just put on top of him. Todd led your hand to his face and you felt him press a kiss to the inside of your wrist before he moved his hand to twine together with yours and tucking your clasped hands to his chest where you could feel the deep and methodical beating of his heart.

“I am not an eight-year-old, I’m eleven thank you very much.” Small chuckles of laughter filled the air as you lost all motivation to continue bantering and teasing him as your dulled focus turned back to the screen and you were beckoned even deeper into sleep. “Y/N, you should get to bed. You’ll kill your back and you will be angry at me for not moving you.” You didn’t answer him right away, not even the annoyed hum you usually do to him.

He lifted his head to look up at you, finding your eyes already shut Jason connected your slower and more methodical breathing to be you already falling asleep. Sighing, he placed his head back down on your chest and stared back to the TV, finding the narrator’s voice calming and lullaby-like to be the reason you fell asleep would also be the same one that would claim him for the land of dreaming and sleep.

Always the small moments were the ones that define a relationship. It wasn’t always about the fancy dates, the kissing, the loving each other, the sex, or anything like that. Sometimes all it was was Jason coming home from a night of patrolling the city and kicking bad guys into cells and then cuddling in funny ways on your ratty couch. This couch holds many memories, none of them grand or fantabulous, but it was memories of nights like this, when you wake up in the morning with a small ache in your back and the blood stains that transferred from Jason’s uniform to the fabric upholstery of the couch that made you smile.

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trensu · 5 years ago

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Episode 7: The One where At Last LWJ Sees the Light

We’re still in the cave of wonders, guys, and lan yi is doing plot exposition so we’re gonna skip that

Once Lan Yi is done laying down Plot, we have this cute exchange

Lwj: elder, as your descendent i pinky promise to complete this Super Important Mission

Wwx: oh, same, me too!

Lwj: this is a LAN FAMILY MATTER and none of your business

Wwx: YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM HELPING

Wwx: and besides, since my grandmaster was besties with your ancestor that means that it’s practically my family matter too, so there

YOU’RE ALSO MARRIED NOW GUYS, REMEMBER, SO IT’S A FAMILY MATTER EITHER WAY

And now, drumroll please…

Our beautiful boys tumble out of the cave of wonders (while still tied together!!) and crash land onto the ground, with wwx oh so conveniently sprawled on top of lwj

THAT’S RIGHT GUYS

IT’S THAT TROPE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL

Lol lwj’s stunned face here

Wwx: I DIDN’T MEAN TO FALL ON YOU…! Oh hi jiang cheng

yep, jc’s here to ruin the moment (i love you jc, but you have horrible timing)

Wwx is so happy to see his brother, he greets him immediately and completely forgets about the fact that he and lwj are in a…compromising position

It’s adorable, really

Lwj: *glares with every ounce of Repressed Gay Rage in his body* GET UP RIGHT NOW.

Wwx: oh, right sure *totally unruffled bc he is shameless*

At this point we cut to the next scene which is still in the same place and with the same characters but now lwj has his ribbon back on his forehead

Ngl i’m kinda bummed we didn’t see him untie their wrists

It would’ve been hilarious since jc and wen qing wouldve been watching it all happen lol

like, i’m just picturing wq and jc being awkwardly silent as lwj unravels his ribbon from wwx’s wrist. wwx’s eyes would ofc be glued on lwj and he’d be babbling some inane thing or another

but we didn’t get that. oh well.

Oh, and here we find out that lwj and wwx were in that cave for one day and one night

Now that lwj is all put together again, we see wwx, jc, and wq have a conversation that i think counts as a wangxian moment

Jc and wq both start throwing questions at our boys about where they’ve been and what they were doing and all that

Lwj looks very uncomfortable about all the questions.

Lans don’t lie (supposedly; lwj is such a stickler at this point in his life he def doesn’t lie)

So wwx swoops in to ~rescue~ him!!

He answers all the questions by lying thru his teeth: oh yeah, we got lost and trapped and swam for hours and hours in an underground, waterlogged maze that definitely exists before we finally found a way out!! I almost froze to death (he says with a whine bc that’s just how he is lol)

Once he finishes answering all those questions he turns to share THE CUTEST LITTLE SECRET SMILE WITH LWJ. SO ADORABLE GUYS, HOW IS HE REAL

Lwj sees it and HAS TO LOOK AWAY

I CAN’T EVEN BLAME HIM BC IF WWX SMILED AT ME LIKE THAT (WITH HIS CUTE LITTLE BEAUTY MARK IN FULL VIEW!!) I WOULD’VE DIED.

JUST DROPPED TO THE GROUND DEAD.

IT’S TOO MUCH, IT’S TOO MUCH

Now we cut to a Plot Heavy Scene, featuring our boys and lxc and lqr, that is not relevant to this post at all EXCEPT I HAVE TO SAY OH GOD, LWJ LOOKS SO BABY-FACED HERE?? HOW?? HIS LITTLE FACE LOOKS ALL ROUNDED AND SOFT AND HIS LIPS ARE ALL POUTY. HE’S BEBY. I JUST WANT TO WRAP HIM UP IN BLANKETS AND GIVE HIM HOT CHOCOLATE

More plot discussion happens and whatever they’re talking about makes wwx bump shoulders with lwj and call him “my confidant” AKA MY SOULMATE AHHHHHHH

OH WAIT, do you know what else is important about this scene?

It shows how much taller wwx is than lwj!!! And I LOVE IT.

Lwj’s shoulders are a good two inches lower than wwx’s

WHY ISN’T THERE MORE FIC/ART SHOWING THIS??

I MEAN, THE STOIC SOLEMN CHARACTER IS SMOL AND THE SUNSHINEY CHARACTER IS GIANT. IT’S SUCH GREAT COMBINATION!!!

I think ppl in the cultivation world probs don’t realize how short lwj is bc he gives off such an intimidating aura i’m so jealous; i need to get myself an intimidating aura

Blah blah more plot, wwx promises not to tell anybody anything about the plot blah blah

Right after that, they bump into nhs who’s like, hey you guys were gone all night did anything weird happen?? (this is the guy who sneaks porn into this place on the regular, i’m pretty sure we all know what he means by “weird”)

Wwx: oooh, yeah, this super weird thing happened, let me tell you all about it

Lwj: *whips around to stare at wwx likE OMG SRSLY YOU JUST SAID YOU’D KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT*

Wwx: *proceeds to tell nhs a spooky lie about meeting a demon snake*

Nhs: *flees in terror bc he thinks snakes are scary for some reason* (they’re not, snakes are def cute critters)

Lwj: *exasperatedly rolls his eyes at wwx’s frankly amazing story-telling skills*

AND HERE WE GET TO SEE THE FIRST TIME LWJ STARES LONGINGLY AT WWX. LWJ, THIS IS GONNA BE YOUR MAIN HOBBY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

Wwx runs after his brother and slings a playful arm around his shoulders and walks away without a second glance to lwj

Lwj stares soulfully at him, def noticing that wwx didn’t spare him a second look (poor bb lwj)

After a moment of Soulful Staring, his lips part as he lowers his gaze to the ground and decisively turns and walks off

INTERNALLY HE’S LIKE OFC WWX WOULDN’T WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH ME SINCE I’M ALL STOIC AND REPRESSED BUT THAT’S FINE, IDC, I DIDN’T WANT TO HANG OUT WITH HIM ANYWAY

POOR LWJ!! DOESN’T THIS MAKE YOUR HEART TWINGE???

Even more plot stuff happens

But they make it worth the wait because now we get to…

THE LANTERN SCENE (PART 1)

YES, YOU HEARD RIGHT.

WWX: lwj, we should set off a lantern and make a wish together since we’ve been thru so much together now

LWJ: *pulls a batman* I work alone

WWXX: habits change!! Besides, i made this lantern specially for you~! *shows drawing of magic cave bunny on the lantern*

HERE WE GO GUYS, OMG, IT’S HAPPENING

Lwj looks at the lantern and, just, his face, ahhh, LWJ’S ENTIRE FACE GOES SOFT AND WE SEE HIM SMILE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE SERIES

FIRST!!

TIME!!

EVER!!!

AND IT ONLY TOOK 7 EPISODES!!

I’M DYING I’M D Y I N G

HIS LIPS PART AND THE SMILE JUST GENTLY BLOOMS ON HIS FACE, ILLUMINATING IT SOFTLY LIKE A FUCKING SUNRISE OR SMTH

FUCK IT’S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL IT’S MAKING ME POETIC

GAHHH

NO WONDER HE NEVER SMILES

THAT SMILE COULD KILL PEOPLE IN THE BEST WAY

Ofc wwx has to ruin the moment by giggling at him and saying “hey you’re smiling!!”

Okay, guys, you know and I know that wwx is giggling from joy. Like yay!! I made lan zhan smile!! I did a Good Thing!!!

He is genuinely tickled pink about making his soulmate happy!

But remember, LWJ is the King of Repressed Gays here. So, you know, the laughter in his ears sounds mocking. Because he’s a dumb boy who can’t Emotion well yet.

LWJ reacts to the giggles by immediately grabbing his sword which startles wwx into stumbling back into the group behind him and the mood is effectively ruined

But just for a little bit!!

Then ~THEIR SONG~ starts playing in the background AND THEY SEND OFF THEIR LANTERN TOGETHER, WHICH IS SOMETHING THAT GENERALLY ONLY ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED COUPLES DO

as is shown by how everyone’s trying to get jyl and jzx (aka our token heteros) to send off a lantern together

The pair of them, need i remind you, are currently betrothed (even tho that dumb peacock doesn’t deserve her)

so yeah, that’s totally not gay at all

WWX makes his wish: “I wish to always stand with justice and live without regrets”

THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE MOMENT.

THIS IS WHEN LWJ FALLS IN LOVE, I SWEAR

LWJ is watching wwx as he’s making that wish (more of an oath, really), and as soon as he hears those words, his eyes widen the way they do when someone gets hit with a life-altering realization. He’s completely thunderstruck

IT’S NOT SUBTLE GUYS

YOU CAN PRACTICALLY SEE CUPID’S ARROW STICKING OUT OF HIS CHEST (OR WHATEVER ANCIENT FANTASY CHINA EQUIVALENT THERE IS)

THAT’S IT. HE’S A GONER. THERE’S NO ONE ELSE FOR HIM NOW. NO ONE BUT WWX.

For real tho, after this moment, we really don’t see lwj be angry towards wwx like he has been. Annoyed and exasperated at him, sure, but never angry in a petty mean way like before.

It’s beautiful

The next wangxian moment isn’t nearly as intense but it happens shortly after the lantern scene

Wwx goes to beat the shit out of jzx for saying he doesn’t want to marry jyl (because jzx is a moron and definitely deserves a beat down for this insult)

Wwx and jzx are surrounded by a group of loud, flailing people

And lwj just dives right into that throng of people to get to wwx (contrast this to a scene in a later episode where he actively avoids going anywhere near a much calmer, collected group of people bc ew people)

Lwj: *grabs at wwx* stop, wei ying

Wwx: DON’T STOP ME, LAN ZHAN, IM GONNA KILL THIS GUY DEAD IS2G

Next wangxian scene takes place the following morning

Lwj is walking along minding his own business and sees wwx kneeling as punishment for the fight before

He approaches him and calls out to him.

THIS IS IMPORTANT

This is the first time we see him willingly initiate interaction with wwx. Every other time, wwx was the one to approach him first and start to pester him for attention.

BUT LOL JOKE’S ON HIM. THE FIRST TIME HE DARES TO APPROACH WWX FIRST AND HE IMMEDIATELY REGRETS IT

‘Oh hey lan zhan’ wwx responds to LWJ. ‘look at all these little ants i found on the ground!!’

‘OMG WWX YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE KNEELING TO REFLECT ON YOUR MISDEEDS NOT TO PLAY WITH ANTS. SO UNTEACHABLE’ *walks off in a huff*

Wwx is left pouting and saying ‘but the ants are so cute.’

I’M SORRY WHAT??

WHAT DID YOU SAY WWX?? ANTS ARE CUTE??

ANTS ARE NOT CUTE.

YOU, WWX, YOU ARE CUTE. ANTS ARE NOT.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

(i just really hate insects, guys, i would not get near them even if wwx was the one holding them)

(okay, maybe if wwx was holding them, i’d try to get near them, but idk how successful i’d be)

Blah blah more plot stuff happens, blah jin “can’t keep it in my pants* guangshan exists now blah blah

Alright so now we have the jiang clan saying their goodbyes to the lan clan since i guess Ancient Fantasy China summer school is over maybe??? Idk, point is they gotta leave.

As they leave, wwx starts to whisper at lwj “lan zhan, lan zhan, about that Plot Device…”

But gets tugged away by his fam, HOWEVER he manages to hear lxc telling lwj to be careful in that foreboding Important Plot Things Are Afoot sort of way

And wwx makes the effort to go back to talk to lwj but jc grabs him and yanks him out by the arm

Jc: are you crazy?? That guy hates you!! He must be happy you’re leaving

Wwx: LIES AND SLANDER, everyone here LOVES me

Idk about everyone, but lwj definitely loves him and jc knows nothing

now it’s THE RETURN OF WINGMAN LXC

The lan bros are watching the yunmeng sibs leave

Lxc: gosh, it’s gonna be quiet here without him, huh? (HIM, HE SAYS, NOT ‘THEM,’ HIM! BC HE TOTALLY KNOWS WHO LWJ IS ACTUALLY WATCHING)

Lwj: *looks down to the floor and refuses to answer*

Lxc: soooo…r u gonna tell him about your Super Important Mission?

Lwj: no. *walks away*

Jeez, he walks off on his big brother a lot, doesn’t he?? Rude. didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Oh wait that was an awful joke and i’m a terrible person, SORRY LWJ

AHHHHHHHHHHH WWX WITH THE BUNNIES!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Wwx: *holding a bunny* Bunny, are you gonna be happy hiding here??

Wwx: *pretending to be the bunny* Happy!!

GUYS THIS SCENE IS JUST TOO CUTE FOR WORDS.

I REWOUND AND WATCHED IT LIKE, 3 TIMES BECAUSE THE CUTENESS WAS JUST UGH I COULDN’T RESIST.

HIS VOICE GOES ALL HIGH PITCHED THE WAY IT DOES WHEN YOU MAKE VOICES FOR YOUR PETS!! IT’S ADORABLE AHHHHH I DIE, I DIE

Wwx: maybe i should take you back to lotus pier with me…?

Wwx: hmm, no, i can’t do that. What if lan zhan gets lonely and comes here looking for you? He won’t be able to find you!!

This is literally what wwx said. Like, that was the deciding factor for not taking the bunny home.

Lan zhan might get lonely. HOW SWEET IS HE. WWX, THE SWEETEST BOY, WHO’S SO IN LOVE AND DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT YET

Then as he’s bonding with the bunny he gets the epiphany that OMG LWJ IS GOING ON THAT SUPER IMPORTANT MISSION ALONE, WITHOUT HIM

And that’s the end of that episode.

but we got to see the EXACT MOMENT LWJ falls in love for real. And it’s BEAUTIFUL. Not to mention the we were gifted the accidentally-falling-on-top-of-each-other trope.

and we got bunnies! did i mention the bunnies and wwx being adorable together? because that happened.

Ah, this is the show that just gives and gives *wipes away tears* what did we do to deserve it?

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #the untamed #wangxian #aka the second part of my valentines day gift to fandom

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mischiefandspirits · 4 years ago

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Doppelgänger (2/?)

Previously on Doppelgänger ~ Masterlist ~ Next time on Doppelgänger

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were just 14 when they took a look inside the portal Danny’s parents had built. From there, everything changed. They woke up with white hair, green skin, and powers they could learn to control. They were hybrids, halfas.

They were the hero Doppelgänger.

{Parental Bonding}

“We can possess people!” the trio said, Tucker bouncing in midair. Sam crossed her arms. “That seems really wrong. We didn’t do it on purpose. Imagine how many dates we could get this way. We don’t need dates. We know we want to go to the dance.”

Sam turned human, dropping onto Tucker’s bed with a scowl.

Danny floated closer to her with an apologetic expression.

“Sorry,” he and Tucker said.

“It’s okay. I know you guys aren’t intentionally prying. It’s just kind of annoying sometimes.”

“We’re getting better at keeping things separate,” they said as Tucker sat down at the end of the bed. “Maybe we’ll be able to figure out secrets as we work on it. Do we need to have secrets though?”

“Yes, Danny, we do,” Sam said, poking the boy. “You might have loose lips, but I like my privacy.”

Danny pouted and transformed. “I don’t have loose lips. I just don’t get why anything has to be a secret between us. We’re best friends.”

Sam grabbed his arm and tugged him onto the bed with her.

His pout immediately fled as he curled up in her arms, his head tucking beneath her chin.

Tucker gasped and turned human. “It’s a cuddly Sam day!”

She shot him a glare. “Not for you it isn’t.”

He ignored her and joined them on the bed, pressing up to her back and draping an arm over both his friends. She grumbled, but relaxed back against him as Danny poked his head up to give them both kisses on the cheek.

They rested together for a while before Sam’s phone went off.

She nudged Danny, who’d been dozing. “Come on, it’s getting late. We should get home before someone realizes we aren’t in our beds.”

“No one will check on me before morning,” Danny said with a nuzzle.

She pushed him off the bed.

“Well then.”

Tucker sat up as the two stood and transformed. “Sam, wait.”

They turned to him.

“Uh, you know, since neither of us have dates and you really want to go, the two of us could go to the dance together as friends.”

Danny smiled and Sam tilted her head.

“Really?” they asked.

“Sure. I’ve pretty much struck out with everyone in school anyways and someone has to keep an eye on Danny.”

“Hey! True. HEY!”

{One of a Kind}

Skulker looked between the human boy he was tailing and the ghost child glaring down at him. He could have sworn the half-ghost was the child of the hunters Plasmius had paid him to investigate, not the boy's female friend.

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No, that can’t be. He was sure the girl was the ghost child. He knew he had seen the technology-boy asleep with the hunters’ child!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Skulker gaped at the three ghost children surrounding him. “What are you?”

“We are Doppelgänger, and you are done here,” they somehow said together while sounding like only one.

At least he'd still accomplished the job Plasmius required, Skulker thought as he was pulled into a cylindrical device.

{Attack of the Killer Garage Sale}

“You’re not going to go to the party?” Sam asked as Danny tossed the invite Dash had given him in the trash.

“Sam, I don’t think we’d need our bond to feel your hatred for this entire situation,” Tucker said.

“Sorry.” She’d really been trying to hold back her more jealous and controlling nature since the accident. It wasn’t fair to her partners.

“It’s fine,” Danny said, knocking their shoulders together with a smile. “It’d feel weird without you guys anyways. Who would talk trash about the A-listers in our heads or get turned down by every person in the room?”

“Rude,” Tucker said.

“Besides, what would happen if a ghost showed up. Dash’s place is too far from either of yours for our mind link.”

“That’s true,” Sam agreed.

“You could always just call our phones,” Tucker said and his partners paused, surprised.

“Phones,” Sam chuckled. “How did we forget phones exist?”

“We might be getting too dependent on the mind link,” Danny laughed, rubbing his neck.

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Sam and Danny looked up as Tucker dropped down onto the couch between them.

“You guys could have helped,” he huffed, passing the thermos to Danny and turning human.

“Tech’s you thing,” Danny said with a shrug, tossing the thermos into his Space Fold.

“Did you need help?” Sam asked, handing Tucker a bowl of popcorn.

He snorted. “Technus, master of technology and destroyer of worlds, was running an old version of Portals XL. It was easy to slip through the cracks with my powers. That’s not the point though.”

{Splitting Images}

Sam and Tucker watched Danny’s parents run off, then turned to their partner. “Watch it, Danny. Your parents almost c-” they stopped, then glared. “Who are you? Where’s Danny?”

The boy who was mostly not Danny frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sam grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the lockers, her eyes glowing yellow.

“Tell us where our partner is now?” she and Tucker said as one and he stepped up next to her, his own eyes purple. “We can feel you’re not him!”

Poindexter immediately caved. He was smart enough to know he’d have a hard time taking on one halfa on in a fight, let alone two.

Sam was a lot more willing to hear out the old school nerd once her own nerd was safely in her arms and the three decided to let Poindexter stick around, so long as he agreed not to hurt or humiliate any of the bullies he went after, only spook them away from their targets. Especially when Danny told them about how Poindexter was treated in his own version of Casper High.

And they thought Dash was bad.

{What You Want}

You said she’s a genie ghost? Why didn’t you just wish her into the thermos? Sam asked.

Tucker and Danny shared a look from where they were hovering over the sick girl’s home.

You both are idiots. Get out of here before one of my parents spot you.

We’re invisible, they pointed out, but said their goodbyes and left all the same.

“Why didn’t we think of wishing her away? Because only one of us got all the common sense when the portal mashed us together. True. Oh, man! What? We forgot to share about the plasmablasts! Shoot, we’re dead. No puns right now, this is serious!”

{Bitter Reunions}

“Bad news,” Danny said as soon as he picked up the group call. “My parents are dragging me and my sister with them to their college reunion in Wisconsin.”

“That sucks,” Tucker hissed.

“Yeah, but our news is worse,” Sam said. “Knock knock.”

Her words were matched with a knock at Danny’s window and he opened the curtains to find Sam floating outside.

“Who’s there?” Tucker asked.

“Sam,” Danny said, gesturing her in.

“Sam who?”

“Sam’s at my window,” Danny snorted as she floated through intangibly. “What’s going on?”

“Wait, she’s at your house? Why? Do I need to come?”

“No, we took care of the problem for now.” Sam reached into the bag she’d strapped to her belt -- Danny could open the Space Fold for her and Tucker from a distance, but they only really did that for the thermos -- and pulled out a torn picture. “Look familiar.”

“Is that my dad?” Danny asked, taking it. The man in the picture certainly looked like his dad did in his collage pictures.

“That’s what we thought too.”

“What’s going on?”

“We took on this group of vulture ghosts just now and they had a picture of Mr. Fenton,” Sam explained. “They said they were on a search and destroy mission.”

“They want to kill Danny’s dad?”

“Why?”

“We don’t know,” Sam sighed. “They got away from us before we could interrogate them properly. We could have used our speed.”

“Sorry, my parents are in an inventing lull so they’re actually paying attention to my curfew,” Danny said, still looking at the picture.

“I still don’t get why Danny’s faster than us.”

“Tiny.”

“You mean smol.”

“No.”

“Yes. And it’s not fair.”

“You take hits better than Sam and I,” Danny pointed out. “And Sam’s stronger than us. It balances out. Now can we get back to the fact that someone put a hit out on my dad?”

“Sorry, we don’t know anything else.”

“At least you guys are going out of town. Hopefully, Sam and I can track down the birds before you get back.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

Sam took her partner’s hand and pulled him into a hug.

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“Holy crow.”

“Tell us about it,” Danny groaned.

“We should have been there,” his partners said.

“We’re kind of glad we weren’t,” Danny said, poking his head into the RV for a second to make sure his parents and sister were still asleep. “Who knows what Vlad would have done if he knew about us? He thinks we use the royal we.”

“We can’t believe there’s another halfa out there. And he’s such a creep. Do we think he’d want us? Or only one of us?”

Danny frowned, rubbing his chest. It was weird being in ghost form, hearing his partners in their ghost form, and yet not being a part of the mind link. “We don’t know. And we don’t want to know. He doesn’t need to be anywhere near us. He’s a fruit loop.”

“Agreed.”

{Prisoners of Love, Part 1}

The trio floated back to back as they looked around the Ghost Zone. Danny pressed closer to his partners, eyeing a group of small blobs that he swore was following him, while Sam vibrated with excitement and Tucker snapped pictures with his phone.

“Can we just find the gift already? This place is amazing. No, it's not. It's creepy. And it goes on forever. We don't even know where to start to look! Maybe we can ask for directions?”

Tucker flew up to one of the doors. He knocked and opened it.

“Excuse me,” they said. “Would you be able to -”

“Get. Out. Of. My. ROOM!”

Tucker shut the door.

“Well, that won’t work. This is hopeless. We’re never gonna find that present. Our folks are gonna get divorced and it’s gonna be all our fault.”

Sam wrapped her arms around Danny.

“We’ll figure this out. Maybe we just need to think like a box. Think like a box? Well, the box isn’t a ghost. It’s from the human world.” Danny’s head popped up. “Yes, maybe the ghost zone’s gravity affects human world stuff differently than ghost stuff. If we can track the orbital paths, then we can figure out where the box went. But how would we figure out these orbital paths? We know one way. No.”

Tucker flew down to one of the floating islands, then transformed.

“Stop!” Sam and Danny shouted, flying up to him. “We don’t know how the Ghost Zone will affect a human. Our parents haven’t run any tests yet!”

“I’m fine, see,” Tucker said, gesturing at himself. “I can even breathe just fine. Everything’s okay.”

“For now.”

“I think it’s a little too late to worry about ectoplasmic radiation, so what are you two so worried about.”

“Only one of us is worried. We’re both worried.”

Sam shoved Danny, then shoved Tucker when he started laughing.

The boy yelped and braced himself when the shove knocked him towards a tree.

He passed right through it.

“What the heck?” the two said.

Tucker stood up and set his hand on the tree. Then he pressed down and his hand slipped through the tree, coming out the other side.

Danny dropped down next to him and tried to do the same, but couldn’t get his arm to go through the tree even when he turned intangible.

Sam snapped her fingers.

“Ectoplasm. Everything here is made of ectoplasm. Maybe being in the ghost zone naturally puts everything in a semi-intangible state, which means humans can pass through it if they try.”

“So we’re the ghosts here!” Tucker cheered, bouncing. “Sweet!”

“It’s definitely something to keep in mind.”

Tucker smiled and held up his arms. “Now that that’s settled, let’s see how this human gets affected by ghost gravity.”

Danny hesitated, but Sam shrugged and picked Tucker up and threw him into the void.

He flew a few yards before slowing down until he was just floating in place. They waited a moment, but nothing else happened.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Tucker said then transformed.

Danny and Sam flew up to him, all three saying, “That should have worked though. There has to be some sort of orbit or else the box would have just been right outside the portal and we check right after it got knocked in.”

Tucker shrugged and pulled out his phone. Danny’s eyes locked onto it. He grabbed it out of Tucker’s hand and tossed it.

“Hey! Look, it’s moving!”

The trio watched as the phone’s trajectory slowed, then started again slightly to the right of where it had been heading before.

“Humans might just be too heavy or dense for ghost orbit. Or maybe it’s a consciousness thing, like with the intangibility. Whatever it is, let’s just get going. If we lose our phone, we’re going to regret it.”

The three set off drifting a short ways behind the phone. They stuck close enough to be sure they didn’t lose it, but far enough that they wouldn’t accidentally alter its course. Eventually, the phone floated intangibly through one of the doors, this one looking like a rolling warehouse door.

The trio shared a look then opened the door and flew inside.

The lair was just a purple void filled with a variety of random items.

“So this is where all that stuff ends up. It’s like the void of lost items,” they said as Tucker grabbed his phone.

“Yes!” the trio turned to see the Box Ghost flying up. “It all ends up in the possession of THE BOX GHOST!”

“Ugh, this guy. What are you doing here? Don’t you have a cardboard box to haunt.”

Boxy blinked looking between the three before pointing at Sam, who was floating in the middle.

“I am The Box Ghost! Where do you think we go when you release us from your round, cylindrical trap?”

Danny looked unimpressed, Sam crossed her arms and started looking over all the junk, and Tucker ran a hand over his face.

“It is not our turn to deal with this. You mean the Fenton Thermos? The gift has to be here somewhere.”

He looked between them then threw up his arms menacingly. “I am the Box Ghost!”

“We know.”

“And beware! For I am merely ONE of your foes who reside in this realm! In fact, you might say,” the box ghost snorted, “we’re a PACKAGE DEAL!”

“I swear if we laugh at that, we’ll punch us. We’re not laughing at that. It’s the Box Ghost. We would laugh at that. That was a bad pun even for us.” They groaned and Danny floated closer to Boxy, holding his hands up in a show of good faith. “Look, we’re looking for something important, we don’t have time for your box puns.”

Suddenly police sirens sounded and the trio looked around.

“Flee!” Boxy shouted. “Lest you be hermetically sealed and shipped to your doom!” He tried to fly off, but a blast of green energy hit him, causing his wrists to be bound in handcuffs made of energy.

Sam and Tucker flew up to grab Danny’s arms. “Hey, what’s going on? We need to get out of here! Let’s -”

A blast hit them and they were bound together.

“Unauthorized duplication. That’s against the rules.” The trio looked up to see a large white ghost hovering over them. He pulled out a green book. “Or at least it is now.”

“Duplication? Like Plasmius? Wait! This is all a big misunderstanding! We’re not -”

The ghost moved so it was like he was crouched on invisible ground and shoved his face into Tucker’s. He grabbed Tucker’s phone and said, “There may be chaos everywhere in this Ghost Zone, but there’ll be order in my prison.” He stood up and turned to a group of ghosts in riot gear. “Merge them and ship them off.”

One of the ghosts smiled and pointed a police baton at them.

“Hold on! You’ve got the wrong -”

He shot them with a blast and a ring of energy wrapped around them and squeezed. It grew tighter and tighter and their bodies were pressed closer and closer.

“Stop! Wait! Please!”

And then there was a snap. It wasn’t audible. It wasn’t even physical. It was just a feeling as three bodies became one.

Doppelgänger looked down at their hands in shock, their mind a whirl of emotions and thoughts. They barely noticed as the ghost police grabbed their arms and threw them in the back of a prisoner transport van.

“We’re one?” they whispered, staring at their hands.

They certainly didn’t feel like one. They could feel Sam's and Danny's and Tucker’s minds rioting against one another in their head. It was like the trio were all trying to overshadow each other at once. Their body shook with hot and cold and lightning. They tried to pull apart, but the bands on their wrists, ankles, and waist kept their powers dulled and their ectoplasm merged.

The police returned and Doppelgänger shuffled into the corner of the van to keep away from the monsters. Thankfully they only shoved the Box Ghost inside and shut the doors.

Doppelgänger turned to the wall of the van. “If we transform, we can slip out. Can we transform with these bonds? Better question, what would happen if we transformed like this?” They shivered at the idea of being merged in their human forms. “Yeah, no. We need to figure out how to separate, then we can transform and get away from these psychos. Seriously, as if living corrupt police weren’t bad enough. We need to focus. Can this situation get any worse? Our folks are splitting up, our sister’s a basket case, and we’re going to ghost jail.” They curled up, trying to hold themselves as best they could with their bonds. “It will be okay. We’ll be okay. They’ll have to remove the bonds at some point then we can get away. It will be okay.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #Doppelgänger au

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fandom-will-be-my-fall · 5 years ago

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Spill your heart out about Walter.

Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but I’m answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon

Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions

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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. ‘NUFF SAID.

I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face… look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes… fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile… those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless they’re there to raise the cuteness factor… ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE IT’S NATURAL?? MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW

Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.

Secondly… well, he’s a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc I’m smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Don’t judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, I’m… twinksexual or whatever.

Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.

(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. I’m mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)

I’ve encountered a few posts that claimed he’s got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.

Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.

According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.

Conclusion, our boi’s very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.

STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GOD’S SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.

Now, on to the actual reason I’m so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.

He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism… is unbreakable. He’s dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If that’s not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.

And he’s just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that aren’t traditionally “masculine” (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothing’s sexier than a man who’s, despite society’s shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!

His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didn’t intend to sound sexual… but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says “yep” popping the “p” at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.

Have I said that he’s a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but c’mon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasn’t the first prototype but we can assume he didn’t experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And he’s still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??

His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem “stupid” or “childish” but alas! The observer couldn’t be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes they’re all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you he’s brilliant!!

Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his “weird” ideas next to the men’s bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe I’m just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But I’m totally right.

And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (I’d stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)

Oh no baby please don’t cry.

He did cry in that scene though… you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasn’t for the machine beeping… He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now let’s move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, don’t let them overthink it!! Can’t have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted y’know. Then let’s kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.

(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! I’m no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)

You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like… That’s so pure and wholesome.

This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.

(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but I’d feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)

I think I’ve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but it’s still a very nice characteristic.

Since I’ve ran out of coherent things to say, here’s an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing don’t have to read further:

kiss he

like seriously

just kiss he a whole lot

cover his whole face in kisses

one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle

hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe

then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose

cuddle him

hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest

run my fingers through his hair

listen to his breathing

discover that he’s fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning

fuck he

pin him to a wall and snog he

make him go cherry red

fluster he

compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. he’s a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this

feed pigeons together

listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts

write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if I’m feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time

serenade he

be the love of his life, and have him be mine

just… soft things, man

cook something for this malnourished sticc

make him small handmade gifts

they’re nothing like his gadgets but I tried

draw he

have him be my muse in general

not like he isn’t now but it would be lovely if he was real too

carry him bridal style

be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isn’t around

sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly

watch cheesy rom coms

flirt with eachother clumsily until we’re both laughing at our awkwardness

or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it

have sleepovers together

give him hand kisses

be of emotional support

#picpost #fangirl #walter beckett #F/O #didn't plan to make an entire essay #though on the other hand I exactly knew this would happen

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thecozywhaleshark · 6 years ago

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Pocket Monsta X

Choose Your Fighter

A/n: Sorry this got super long, blame @taetaesbaebaepsae she got carried away with me and we had a ball of a time

(For reference, all pocket members are about the size of a mouse. Please treat them kindly and with care, as they are very smol.)

Word Count: 1580

Shownu:

quiet pocket

stands in his shirt pocket

you have to pat him sometimes to make sure he’s still there

thinks he’s your protector

takes this role seriously

all puffed out chest when a bug flies by you

wouldn’t hurt the fly, just gently shoos him away

“Go away, little guy”

might scream if it came too close to him -“LARGE FLYING BUG HELP”

you will have to flick it away from him

wants to help you with things

will help you contain pocket Wonho and Minhyuk

has been known to drag them by their collar or ear to their pocket mom

“excuse me Wonho’s mom/dad he is misbehaving.”

quiet but sweet

will wake you up in the mornings by hugging you

always hungry

if you keep snacks in his pocket he’ll be happy

wants to dance

give him freedom of the countertops while you cook dinner

don’t forget the music

Wonho:

a real sweetie

a mommas boy

he wants to be s t r o n g

give him things to use as weights

built his own gym set out of broken pencils, pen caps, two marshmallows on the ends of a toothpick

wants cuddles all the time

clings to your face if you have him on your shoulder so you have to keep him in your pocket or hold him in your hands at all times

mischievous

always trying to escape

will conspire with Minhyuk to pull pranks on you

will tie your shoelaces together when you’re not looking

but will be so upset if you scold him

will start crying

wants to make it up to you

follows you around the house pouting when you refuse to pick him up for a few minutes as punishment

will give you his favorite toy

“I’m sorry I was bad I’ll do better”

his lower lip is trembling while he does so

you use one finger to push it back at him - “it’s okay hoseokie I already forgave you okay? And I think bunny needs you more than I do.”

SO GRATEFUL

clings to his bunny and cuddles you the rest of the day

you can’t take him out of your hand

wrap him in a handkerchief, make sure he’s warm

will get pouty and jealous if you’re not paying him enough attention

also a hungry boy

give him food to keep him occupied while he sulks and you do your thing

he likes noodles

you carry a packet of ramen in your backpack/purse at all times and break off pieces of it to give him to crunch on

eats way more than someone his size should be able to

Result = little round belly

will complain of a stomach ache and you just sigh

“why do you do this every time”

Kihyun:

likes to feed you

finds candies and small pieces of food to carry back to you

little candies he doesn’t know you hide for him to find

wants to be helpful in the kitchen, run up to the spoon to taste thing Ratatouille style

will sit on the counter and contently watch until the food is in need of tasting

much like a baby bird

runs up to you feet pitter-pattering going “snack snack snack snack snack”

if friends are around you’ll get stampeded by the whole 7 all chanting “snack snack snack”

will sing to wake you in the mornings

if you don’t like his singing he’ll get sad. Very sad.

likes to crawl up until he’s right next to your ear, sits with his arms around his knees and sings so joyfully

sometimes it’s not even a song just a tune with words he’s put in himself – like happy birthday but it’s just “window sky ship star tool, window sky ship star tool, WINDOW SKY SHIP STAR TOOL…”

will be very proud if you compliment him

wants to look nice

always excited for new clothes

spends much time brushing his hair the right way and straightening his little bow tie (a/n: idk why but I’ve decided pocket kihyun has a bow tie and suspenders and now i can’t stop thinking about it)

if you get him a little doll suit he will preen around in it for days

will NOT take it off

will help Shownu contain the other boys

but occasionally gets into mischief and plays innocent

gets embarrassed if caught

blushy red baby

randomly pulls out multiplication and division cards that your niece left at your house and quizzes you while you cook dinner

“you’ll be better at baking if you learn these.”

“I don’t see how 9x3 will help me any but sure the answer is 27.”

Minhyuk:

wants you to read to him

all the daring tales of pirates and princesses and daring rescues and mythology

he especially loves mythology

you have to go to the library weekly and he gets so excited

piles of books

you have a minimum of one hour of reading together a day

he always begs for more

will flip out if you eat cucumbers, pouts in his pocket and complains loudly

a yeller

“MY MOM HATES ME I WANT A NEW MOM”

tries to climb out, almost gets himself killed

you’ve threated to put him on a leash

forever in trouble

“Min put that down Min stop that Min give Kihyun his bow tie back you know that makes him upset”

will try to talk you into letting him do dangerous things, like bungee jump off your shoelaces

will do so without your permission if you aren’t watching closely

very loud and friendly to others

yells “HI!” at everyone from his pocket

does not matter if he knows them or not

always popping his head out

“HI I’M MINHYUK! MY MOM SAYS I’M ANNOYING. WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND?!”

“Min honey we don’t talk to strangers”

“WHY NOT?! SORRY MISTER MY MOM SAYS NO”

will cuddle you splayed out on your belly that’s his favorite spot

secretly wants to be a flower

Hyungwon:

sleepy pocket

you call him your green bean baby because he’s just so l o n g

barely fits in your pocket actually

stays in pocket for the most part because he’s sleepy

shy

will makes faces if he doesn’t agree with something said

will come out when you go shopping though

likes to model the doll clothes

another one for wanting more Barbie clothes

always begging for more

likes poetry

and flower petals. Thinks they’re soft

will write you little poems

will run away after giving them to you

tell him you love them and give affection

put a rose head in his pocket with him and he’ll be so smiley

doesn’t want his own bed

wants to sleep on the pillow you don’t use

will crawl over for morning cuddles

hides behind your legs if left on the ground and gets scared

Jooheon:

thinks he’s a bad boy

but likes to pick you dandelions

you have a special mini vase for his findings

likes to play with fire

keep the matches away from him please he underestimates the size of the flame every time

get him a candle instead and tell him no touch

complainer

does not want to do chores

wants to sit on your shoulder and point out all the things of interest

wants everyone to think he's a “bad boi” but always wants cuddles when nobody is looking

will stop playing with kyun to go to his pocket and cuddle while occasionally yelling at kyun from above

throws occasional fits

always bopping his head to a beat

put music on for him while you’re out and he’ll be entertained for hours

I.M:

another quiet pocket

rests his chin in his hand and watches the world go by

another one you’ll need a pencil for

he has his own hoard of papers, don’t look or he’ll be angry

you gave him his own little music box to keep them in

likes to spin around with the ballerina inside the box

but he’ll bring you them when he’s done because he wrote them for you anyway

if you deny him pencils because he’s in trouble he’ll use anything, like a piece of chocolate, to write you an “I’m Sorry” note and leave it on your pillow

let him bounce around the pillow with Joo in the mornings he gets pent up energy

whines when he’s lonely and you’re busy

“moooooom I’m booooooored”

sits on your shoulder and attempts to braid your hair

might try to swing on it to get your attention

“TARZAN!”

“KYUN NO”

pokes you in the cheek to get your attention

“mom mom look at me” *does something really weird *

will poke you from his pocket if you put him in time out

“kyun stop poking mommy that hurts” “....” *pokes harder *

he will only wear hoodies

after a bath you’ll be lucky if you can catch him to make him wear any clothes at all

you’ll have to get Shownu to catch him

endless whines as Shownu forces him into pajamas

wants to sleep on your pillow bc he likes to play with your hair as he falls asleep and he thinks it smells nice

but he’ll sneak out of your bed and get into mischief if you aren’t careful

like you’ll wake up and the sink will be taped off to spray you and you’ll be wondering how he even got up to reach the sink

a good climber

resourceful boy

makes himself his own latter so he can get to places without you knowing

likes to wander around at night

if you and Joo’s momma are in the same room they’ll do their raps back and forth from the safety of their pockets yelling as loud as they can

#pocket monsta x #monsta x #shownu #wonho #kihyun #minhyuk #hyungwon #jooheon #I.M #changkyun #im changkyun #yoo kihyun #lee jooehon #son hyunwoo #shin hoseok #lee minhyuk #chae hyungwon #monsta x imagines

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 4

Summary: After discovering that you were stuck in the fantasy world you had no recollection of, your memory was jogged after weeks of depression: this land was Middle-Earth. A council of wizards and Elves was summoned, and Thranduil expressed his wishes of wanting you gone. Elrond agreed to take you in and Gandalf was excited to share in his adventures with someone who knew nothing of the world, quite like a Hobbit, but you wanted to stay in Mirkwood, with Legolas and Tauriel, of which you'd made friends with. Legolas leaves in three days to locate the orcs who enroach upon Mirkwood's northern flank, and the council sees this as a chance for you to prove your worth. If you fail, you are to leave Mirkwood...

Chapter No.: Chapter 4

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: I want to thank all my readers for their feedback, likes, and reblogs! I'm only on Chapter 4 and all of you combined have made me feel really good about my writing. I've gotta admit, I was a little scared of going through with this multi-chapter fic at first, because while a few people really liked and enjoyed my stories on DeviantArt, they never got the reception The Art of Being an Eldar has. I just thought my writing sucked for the most part. Thank you all so much!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, The fucking Silmarillion, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words. Rating: Teen (14+) for now

"You what?"

Apparently Leggy didn't comprehend the concept of being accompanied by a suddenly Elvish human from another dimension.

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you repeated, "I said, I'm coming with you when you leave for your orc-hunting mission."

Legolas narrowed his eyes. "And who gave you permission to do this?"

"The council, that's who. So suck it up buttercup, I'm coming with your sorry ass."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Very well. Tell me, aside from randomly swinging a sword, do you know anything about weaponry?"

You raised an eyebrow. Shit, you'd have to fight? "No, but I can say a mouthful of greetings in Elvish."

Legolas raised an eyebrow. "Nin ista, Sairen, but words are not mightier than fighting skill in battle."

You scoffed. "I can think of a pretty famous phrase from my world that totally contradicts that..."

Legolas shook his head as he sauntered past you, down the stairs of the bridge you'd found him on. The sounds of his bows and knife sheaths clanking together as he walked relaxed you. "Of course you do, mellon." He paused to look at you. "Are you not coming? We leave in three days. If you are intent on coming with me, surely you cannot believe I will let you go without even so much as learning the proper way to stab an opponent?"

You made a face, but followed him anyway. "I know how to stab."

"How, then?" He gestured to you pointedly and crossed his arms.

"Um..." You mimed the gesture you'd probably use while stabbing an orc in the guts. "Like... This? With a twist?"

"That may work if your enemy has the weak skin and flesh of a human, or even on an Elf," He pointed out, "But we are fighting orcs, Sairen. Their hide is as thick as that of a boar, and their flesh is equally so." With a flourish, he flipped out one of his long knives. He paused in handing it to you. "I am not letting you keep this, mellon. My mother gave them to me."

You froze in reaching for the weapon. "You have a mother?"

Legolas chuckled at your wide-eyed expression. "You thought I did not?"

You stiffened before hurriedly turning away. "No! Of course not! Why would you think that?!"

Legolas laughed as he followed you. "Well, I do have one. She has been away on the other end of the palace-city. I should introduce you to her."

"Is she as fabulous as your dad?" You ran the tip of your index finger along your eyebrows. "And maybe even with the same super dark eyebrows?"

Legolas smiled. "No, no. She is perfectly beautiful."

"So you're saying your dad's not?"

"What?"

"Nothing." You waved a hand. "Where's the training grounds again?"

Legolas grinned evilly. "Well, your training begins now, Sairen. See if you can actually get to said training grounds without killing yourself on that blade."

Your jaw fell. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That's child's play! Don't you think I already know how to not do that?!"

"That is a double negative sentence, but no, I do not believe you already know this skill." Blue-Eyes shot you another grin. "Besides, we are not taking the average path to the training grounds. They are outside of the palace, after all. We will go out and around, on the hardest path imaginable. For a human, they would be entirely impassable."

You stared up at him dumbly. "Uh... Do... Do you even realize I spent the last nineteen years of my life around people with the mindset of shit water I might die because I'm a-- I was a-- human? Also, I was never agile. I won't be able to make it over a log, if it's big enough."

Blue-Eyes gave you a disapproving look. "Do the humans of your world never traverse nature?"

You pretended to think about that

"Hm... Let me see... Uhm... Yeah, nope, pretty much never, unless you're one of those super outdoorsey kinds of people, and the true ones of those are rare. For instance, most usually wear really tight clothes and walk through parks with stone paths and everything primped to perfect condition so that nobody even gets grazed by a dandelion, and everything's sprayed to keep the bugs away and animals are limited to squirrels and bunnies, then they wanna act like they just walked the fuckin' Sahara Desert without water. Real outdoor people are rare. Steve Irwin? Real. Bear Grylls? Real. Josh Gates? Real. Hell, when I was a very tiny little girl I used to watch a kid's show with two brothers who pretty much lived in the jungle. But out of everybody, those are the ones I can think of right off the top of my head. Them, and the few tribal races still out there."

Blue-Eyes made a surprised face. "Well... I am glad you got a chance to experience what real life is like."

"Thank you, Blue-Eyes." You'd reached the front gates of the palace, which were opened by a couple of those ninja Elf guys. You and Legolas walked on through, and into the forest, with its pink and amber leaves, down here, nullified into black and gray, piling up in the muck of the forest floor.

You'd been surprised when you'd seen this part of Mirkwood. Apparently, only the northern half was unaffected, but the rest of the once-spectacular Greenwood the Great was now victim to a strange plague, orc attacks from the north, and giant spider infestations from the south, from an ancient ruin called Dol Goldur. Animals no longer lived here, the rivers had mostly gone thick with filth, and the trees rotted and groaned in agony. The forest would confuse you, threaten to swallow you up and make you lose your way...

If you weren't an Elf.

Luckily for you and ol' Leggy, the two of you were Elves, and he had been raised here. If you stuck close to him, you'd be fine, even if the forest did manage to confuse you. He could hardly remember a time when the slow-acting plague hadn't been part of some region of the forest, and Tauriel had told you that he was 2, 371 years old. That was a long time for a forest to be sick.

"What even caused Mirkwood to get sick? Do you even know?"

"It is a nameless malice," Blue-Eyes replied, stopping all show-offy on a thick, low-hanging bough that precariously hung over a small gorge. "The darkness stems from Dol Goldur. Now, there are rumors; rumors of a necromancer, who resides in the ruins of that ancient fort."

"Necromancer?" That hardly sounded good. In anything where it was used, necromancer usually meant one who raises dead. "That doesn't sound good. Have you investigated it?"

"Of course not," Blue-Eyes gave you an odd look, like you'd just suggested he drink out of the toilet or something. You struggled to get up the side of a log he'd just casually hopped onto. "Why should we? They are merely rumors, and the forest has been sick for a long, long while. Still... This darkness unsettles me, as it does to all Sindar whom reside here."

"Dude, then maybe you should check the fuckin ruins," You mumbled, but he ignored you and continued hopping around from flowertop to flowertop. You just trampled noisily and clumsily along behind him. "Don't you guys like, live for light? So shouldn't you see if the ruins really do have a necromancer now? Especially since this dark ooze comes from it?"

Blue-Eyes shook his head. "King Thranduil does not wish for time to be wasted on rumors when we have other matters to deal with."

"Oh, so you mean he's too busy having everybody vote on which crown of berries goes best with his eyebrows."

"What?"

"Nothing. You Elves are just stupid."

Legolas grinned. "Well, humans are equally intellectually challenged."

You paused in chasing after him, stunned. He turned to face you when he didn’t hear you following. "Did you seriously just do that?"

"Do what?"

"You literally just used big words to sound smart." You laughed theatrically. "Oh! Pardon me, fine companion, I meant to implicate that you utilize gargantuan idioms to fabricate intelligence."

He smiled slightly as you finally made it up beside him. "I suppose you are not so daft," He relented teasingly, "Otherwise you would not even have those words in your vocabulary."

You made a face and rolled your eyes. "Whatever, blondie."

The training grounds were closer than you remembered, even taking the roundabout route. Along the way, though, you'd fallen into a bog, got your face scratched up by evil tree branches, and tumbled head-over-heels down a steep ravine, getting battered and bruised all over your body.

Apparently Middle-Earth-- Mirkwood specifically-- was prone to give previously non-Elvish members of other worlds injuries.

You made quite a show; barreling through a thorn bush and landing flat on your face right on the edge of the training grounds. You heard all the Elves turn their weapons on you, in case you were an orc, but then they seen your sorry ass, and Leggy casually coming down the steep ridge as if it was just a flight of stairs.

"Mae govannen," Said Legolas cheerfully to the Elves. Casually, he picked up his knife, which you'd thrown away from you halfway down so you didn't impale yourself at any point during the fall. Still, it'd skittered down alongside you. "Sairen, it seems you've failed this test."

"I dropped it on the goddamn border..."

"Nevertheless," Blue-Eyes ignored your response. "We are here now, and forfeiting other forms of training for the sake of redoing one failed task is pointless. You will learn as much as you can here, until I say we stop."

You finally moved, trying to at least sit up on your elbows. "It's only noon. We've got till nightfall, yeah? I can do that. No problem."

Legolas grinned down at you. "Mellon, you are of the Eldar now. You are stronger than before and do not need sleep unless you wish to dream."

"I don't what?!"

"Elves do not sleep unless we have been injured and need to heal," He replied, and grabbed you by the underarms to help you up. "We are stronger and more resilient than the race of Men. You are no longer imprisoned by the necessities of the human body."

Instant headrush slammed into you. "Apparently not all human body shit..."

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you speak of?"

"Headrush, dammit."

"Oh," He grew amused. "Do you mean the Blackness? Unfortunately, that befalls us all."

You glared daggers at him.

Another Elf approached, with a slender face and long brown hair. "My lord, most of the training grounds are taken up. You may yet have mine, if you wish so."

Legolas smiled. "Ah, my thanks. [Y/N], this is one of the Elves that accompanied Lord Elrond here, Lindir."

You extended your hand. "Nice to meet you."

Both Blue-Eyes and Lindir looked at your hand in confusion. Lindir, with a glance to Legolas, slowly tried to hand you his bow. With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you realized they didn't even understand what a handshake was. "No no no, sorry; that's called a handshake. It's what two people do when they meet each other where I come from. I didn't mean to confuse you. SO." You bowed in the Elvish way. "Mae govannen, Lindir of House Elrond."

Lindir and Blue-Eyes smiled. Lindir returned your bow. "Mae govannen, [Y/N] of House Thranduil."

"Lindir will be accompanying us to trace the orcs, and Erestor of Rivendell," Said Legolas, "As will another of our own house, Elros; I believe you have met him already. He was the Elf who lead you to the councilroom. From Lothlorien is a friend of mine, Haldir, and of course, with the other Elven Lords aiding us, Mithrandir feels he should send his own aid as well..."

Lindir's eyes widened. "Do not tell me..."

Blue-Eyes nodded seriously. "He is sending Naughrim to accompany us."

"Naughrim?" You asked. Of all names, that didn't sound familiar. "Who's that? Somebody not well-liked among Elves?"

Blue-Eyes fought a smile. Lindir answered you. "Mellon, Naughrim is our tongue for dwarves."

Your mouth formed an 'o' in recognition. "Ohhhh, now I get it. Elves and dwarves hate each other for no explainable reason. Got it. Who's he sending?"

Blue-Eyes shook his head in exasperation. "They are all of Erebor. Balin and Dwalin, two are named, and of the other, he is the most insufferable of dwarves; Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain. Mithrandir believes that this will be a good experience for him as it is for us, but he refuses to come himself. He's all but forcing the situation."

You looked from Blue-Eyes to Lindir and back. "How can he force you? Dwarves and Elves are both stubborn beyond all reason, and none of you seem to take him seriously."

Legolas shook his head and pursed his lips. "Unfortunately, Dwalin is as good a tracker as any, and Ada is not permitting many of the Sindar on this journey for the reason that we are merely meant to find where the yrch dwell, and go no further. We will need all the aide we can find, even if it is in the form of unwilling dwarves. As for them, he has promised treasure, the details of which I know not; I can only hope it is not any of ours he has promised them." He smiled at you. "Shall we?"

Before you could follow, he walked off; you glanced to Lindir questioningly. "...Ada? Who's that?"

Lindir smiled softly. "It means father. He is referring to King Thranduil."

"Oh. Now I feel stupid."

"Do not, mellon, for the language of the Elves is not easily learned unless you were born speaking the tongue."

With a roll of your shoulders, which ached, you followed Leggy.

***

"Ow, goddamn it, and goddamn you, you stupidly perfect Elf."

At the end of the day, you'd been cut, pricked, whipped by a bowstring, nicked, dinged, and all kinds of other small injuries that added up to one big mess of drying blood and bruises.

Blue-Eyes had had you train deep into the night, until the silvery waning moon had all but left the star-filled sky. Now, as the sunrise approached, you both sat on two convenient boulders, and he bandaged your bloodied hands. In the eerie half-dawn light, he looked ethereal, and his pale hands and silver tunic sleeves compared to your now dark-with-blood-and-mud-and-bruises hands and black sleeves was a huge contrast. Your hands shook slightly, aching and stinging and pained on various sorts of levels, while his were perfectly steady as he wrapped them in soft green leaves.

"Stop shaking, mellon," Legolas told you gently.

"What was that?" Your head snapped up. "Are you feeling sorry for me? Don't feel sorry for me! This is nothing! I've been shot in the calf by an orcish arr--OW!"

The leaves had drawn too tight and released some kind of juice that stung like hell. His hands hovered over yours. "My apologies, but it draws out the infection."

"What infection?!"

"You are not yet used to your Elven body yet," Blue-Eyes replied, looking into your eyes. "Since you are the equivalent of a newborn, I would say you are very susceptible to infections, sickness, and injuries."

You looked off dramatically into the distance. "That explains why I can't stop fucking getting hurt..."

"That it does," He smiled at you, and something pulsed in your chest. Da fuck... You fought a flush. He stood, then held out his hand to you. "Shall we return to the palace? You may rest until sunhigh, and then we will continue your training." You took his hand, and he helped you up; you stumbled into his chest, and backed up quickly. He took no notice, but patted your shoulder before going to retrieve his bow and quiver. "You did well today, Sairen, even if you frightened off half of the other Sindar and Silvan training here."

You made a face. "Pfft. They just can't handle my awesomeness."

"If you say so, mellon," He said, and started to take the easy way back, to your relief. You followed closely behind him.

You looked up at the stars as you walked in silence for awhile, until finally, you broke it. Of course, you broke anything, really... "Where I come from, they say there's a star for every soul that's passed away."

Legolas glanced to you, then followed your gaze wistfully. "That is something our two worlds have in common."

"Scientifically," You added, "They're spheres of hot air and gaseous materials wound up tight by gravity that glow and put off heat, but the idea always felt nice to me... But where I come from... You also can't see the stars."

Blue-Eyes halted in his tracks as if you'd just said someone murdered his mother. "I... What? You can't see the stars?!" He actually looked genuinely horrified by that idea.

You shook your head. "No. Humans... They've polluted the atmosphere too much. Filled it with trash, and man-made lights and even remnants of smoke... You can't see them."

He watched you even as you watched the stars. "I've never seen them like this... They're beautiful." You could see bands of galaxies and clouds of distant nebulae, and the small silver fires glittered in the billions, even as the pink-orange glow of the beginning of dawn was starting to show in the east. You were in awe.

You jumped when Legolas took your hand. "What?"

He smiled at you. "Come with me. I will show you one of the best stargazing places in all of Mirkwood."

"Thranduil's pavilion?"

"Better."

"Whoa. Dude, count me in."

He lead you off of the trail, deep into the woods, through the easiest ways that probably were a pain for him, but he did it anyway. Finally, you stopped at the base of a massive tree, stretching so far up you couldn't see its top. Its trunk was pockmarked with holes and vines, and after slinging his bow onto his back, he threw you a smile over his smile. "Come, Sairen."

You couldn't help but smile back. You climbed, quickly, all the way up, past the canopy, into the uppermost branches of the tree, where the copper-gold leaves thinned out to allow for one thick branch to get a view of the night sky. The branch was thick enough across to allow for two or three people to sit side-by-side against the trunk, and Blue-Eyes sat quickly as he helped you up.

Here, no branches obscured any part of your field of view. You got a perfect view of the sunrise, and the starry sky. "Holy shit..."

You felt him put an arm around you, and you stiffened, just before he breathed in your ear, "I will not let you fall from this tree, Sairen. You've only just arrived in this world, and should another portal be below that is activated by a beautiful sunrise, I am loathe to let you go, for there is so much I want to show you..." The sun burst over the distant mountains beyond Erebor, sending fiery orange and red across the sky. "Such as this. Your world does not sound as if it could have any sunrise as wonderful as this one."

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you watched the sunrise, jaw slack. "No... Not like this."

Legolas smiled, and finally turned his focus to it himself. Your eyes slowly dragged off of the beautiful scenery to look at the Elf beside you, and the warm feeling worsened; your heart started fluttering. Eldar only fall in love once... Galadriel had warned you.

...Shit.

A blush crawled up your face, and you tried your hardest to focus on the sky rather than the Elvish princeling pressed close against your side.

***

"Mae govannen, [Y/N] of the Woodland Realm," Greeted Lindir kindly as you approached the group of Elves gathering in front of the front gates.

"Mae govannen, Lindir of Rivendell," You replied with a smile. The Elvish greetings rolled off your tongue easily now. After the sunrise you and Blue-Eyes had watched together, you'd spent the last two days training at obscene hours and resting. Now, finally, the group of Elves leaving to track the orcs were gathering-- there were only about fifty in total, of which there were those wearing Woodland garments, the red-and-gold of Lothlorien, and the greens, purples, and browns of Rivendell. Apparently Galadriel, Celeborn, and Elrond didn't agree with Thranduil sending what would've only been a dozen to track some very dangerous orcs.

You heard several of them muttering to each other about Naughrim, something all of them had in common.

You swung your light traveling pack off of your shoulders and by your feet, scanning the crowd for a certain platinum-blonde head-- unfortunately, most of the Elves from Lothlorien had blonde hair. You looked at Lindir. "Where's Legolas?"

Lindir glanced around. "He is on his way, I am sure. After all, it is he and Haldir whom are leading this journey."

You nodded. "I've never packed for something like this before... I hope I didn't pack anything weird or forget something."

Lindir looked confused, then recognition flashed across his face. "Oh. Forgive me, I had forgotten you do not have this experience. Tell me, what did you pack?"

You shifted your weight nervously, and lowered your voice. "Uhh... Two extra pairs of clothes in case these get ruined, some extra food, even though I've noticed I don't have to eat as much as before, and some water. Then there's these," You gestured to your back, where a quiver and longbow hung from your back. You felt its weight all too strongly, and that of the sword on your hip and the knives on your thighs. "And some of those special leaves that're used for bandages."

Lindir smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Mellon, you have packed what we all have, and lightly, as well."

You smiled. "Thanks. Just consider yourself lucky that I don't know how to read Elvish, or I would've packed a book or two to keep me company."

Lindir chuckled and stepped back. "Well, for now, I am glad of it. On this journey you will learn much, hopefully, and by the time we return, you may be able to speak more of Elvish. It is harder to learn to read it, I have heard, much harder."

You ran a finger over your chin in thought. "I wonder if Thranduil would let me go to Dale or Laketown to get some books in English..."

"Forgive me," Lindir looked confused. "I do not know what that is."

You realized what you'd said a second too late. "Oh! Sorry. Where I come from, Common is just referred to as English."

"Oh, I see now. I am sure he would, and if he does not yet, then perhaps one of the Woodland Elves could bring some back for you. What of Legolas? Are you not friends?"

You blushed. "Yeah, I hope so. I've never been very good at making friends, though. Nobody's ever really liked me." You realized Lindir was staring at you with an absolutely terrified expression. Your own eyes widened in alarm, and you frantically patted your face. "What?! Is there something on my face?!"

Lindir shook his head. "I-I am not sure. Your skin has suddenly gone red, as if burned. Are you ill?"

"Uhhh..."

You were spared the embarrassment of explaining blushing by all the Elves gathered suddenly gasping and bowing in the direction of the stairs. Lindir saw the cause before you did, and his jaw fell. "By all the Valar..." He bowed deeply, and you followed his motion, but not before catching a glimpse of who it was. Thranduil, of course, and Legolas, following a she-Elf in a tunic that looked as if it were made of starlight itself, with flowing white hair and alabaster skin.

"Ui!" Shouted Thranduil irritably. "Ni telima lume, autauva!"

You leaned closer to Lindir. "What did he say?"

"He is forbidding her to join us," He answered quickly.

The she-Elf whipped around, generating a power almost as strong as Galadriel's. Legolas stepped forward. "Amal... Mecin."

She shook her head. "Yon, venno, nin carindo ier nin indo. Alye uva pusta ni."

"What did she say about pasta?" You whispered.

"Sh!" Lindir said quickly.

The woman looked at Thranduil and Legolas lovingly, before approaching Thranduil and placing both hands on his face. Thranduil closed his eyes in regret, and the woman kissed him; you looked away, embarrassed. That was the Elvenqueen.

That was Legolas's mother.

"Melinyel, Thranduil, alye ista si."

Thranduil sighed. "Melinyel, mela... Mecin ea girthonwed."

With that, Legolas reluctantly took his mother's hand and lead her down the stairs. They disappeared in the crowd, until you heard the Elvenqueen's voice. "Rise, all of you." Unsure, the Elves rose one-by-one. "Which of you hail from far places, whom rescued my son Legolas Greenleaf from the fate of an early death?"

The Eldar glanced to one another, realized it wasn't their neighbor, and slowly, like somebody who'd gotten called out in class, you were being stared at, and a path was made between you and her majesty, while Legolas stood beside her.

You swallowed hard, suddenly terrified. Lindir patted your shoulder. "You have been summoned, mellon. Go, I will make sure your pack does not get swapped with someone else's."

You tried to look and walk confidently, but you were terrified. She was beautiful and indimidating, and you had to admit, you were definitely intimidated. When you reached her, you bowed as deeply and respectfully as you could, a fist over your heart. "Elen sila lumenn omentielvo, your majesty." You didn't know what else to say. What you'd said to Galadriel and Celeborn was the most respectful thing you knew in Elvish, and you'd never been in the presence of royalty.

"You come from another world," She looked down at you indifferently, and you suddenly felt very small and very weak with everybody's eyes on you. This was nothing like Thranduil's fabulously indifferent look. "Yet still, you saved my son's life. After, you make the presumption that you can live and walk among us as one of us, freely, unburdened, merely because you came here by happenstance and you were allowed the reward of living. Do you feel as if this is the correct course of action for you to take?"

You glanced to Legolas, absolutely horrified. "Y-your majesty..." Your hot-headed tongue, a lot more toned down, popped into existence. "I saved your son's life because he didn't deserve to die. I was given the freedom to live, and to repay that, I mean to make the most of my time here by helping in whatever ways that I can. King Thranduil has given me the chance to prove myself worthy of living here by allowing me to join in hunting for the orcs. If I fail, I will leave Mirkwood, and go with Lord Elrond to Rivendell."

Legolas's eyes widened a fraction of an inch, before going back to their normal selves; he looked to you with almost a sadness, but you couldn't figure out why. Elvenqueen smiled, as if proud. "Then you are not what the rumours of your world have made you out to be. You are humble and grateful, qualities I did not expect from one of this Earth. You possess a unique personality, [Y/N]. Tell me, who are your parents, so that I may refer to you properly?"

"I have no father," You said quickly, relieved that she was just trying to scare you. "None I care to speak about. But I do have a mother, who I love very much. Her name is [M/N]."

Elvenqueen smiled. "Very well, [Y/N], child of [M/N]. Here, we, all of us, have a secondary name, such as my son; Legolas Greenleaf. During this journey, you may earn your own."

You smiled back, relieved beyond relief that she'd decided not to kick your ass for existing. "My thanks, your majesty."

She sailed away regally, and Legolas shot you a glare. "Why did you not tell me you would be leaving us?" He demanded.

You balked. "I-I said if I failed..."

"And you are most likely to do so," He snapped, sending your heart and soul plummeting to roughly the center of Middle-Earth. Without another word, he followed his mother.

"Mellon?" Said Lindir from behind. You turned around; He held his bag and yours, which you gratefully took from him.

"Thanks," You said, but your eyes followed Legolas's back as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Is everything alright?"

"Just fine," You shrugged. You were used to being abandoned.

Lindir looked doubtful. "Very well, if you say so. May I introduce you to those you will be most judged by?"

"Sure."

He took you through the crowd, to the guy who helped you find the councilroom. "Ah, [Y/N]. Mae govannen."

You bowed your head and returned the greeting to Elros in a monotone voice. "So your name is Elros?"

"Yes," He replied. "Son of Elrond."

If you were taking a drink of water, you'd've spewed it everywhere. "Huh? But isn't Rivdendell like, waaay over the Misty Mountains?"

Elros chuckled. "Yes, but those of the Eldar cannot always remain in one place. We yearn for far places, and even farther shores. Long years I have spent in the halls of my father, but I left for Mirkwood when my sister, Arwen Evenstar, left for Lothlorien, to spend a time with our mother's mother, Galadriel."

Your eyes were wide. "Galadriel is a grandma?! Your grandma?!"

Lindir and Elros looked at each other in amusement. "Elves," Said Lindir, "Live forever, so long as we are not killed by injury, or the wounds of the heart."

"Wounds of the heart?" You echoed.

"When love remains unrequited, it is sometimes too much to bear," Replied Elros, "And the victim suffers long before dying of a broken heart. Oftentimes, it is when a wife perishes during childbirth, or when war or battle takes the life of a beloved, and their souls pass into the Halls of Mandos. I still worry for my father, even though my mother has long since passed due to child-sickness."

Your eyes widened. "I'm so sorry."

Elros raised a hand. "She is at peace now. She resides in the halls where her mother lives, and many of my kin who have long since passed on."

"Is Elrond gonna be okay?" Now you were worried. You didn't even know the guy (Even though you probably knew him before your amnesia.) but you didn't want him to die of heartbreak. He was being nice to you, and offering you a place to live if Thranduil decided to be more of an ass.

"He is strong," Lindir assured you, and partially Elros. "He is stout of heart and fierce of soul. He will live long yet, that I can assure you with the utmost certainty."

Together, Lindir and Elros took you to where another dark-haired Elf in the Rivendell attire spoke with a Lothlorien Elf in red-and-gold armor. White hair was braided away from his stern face. Elros said something in Elvish, getting their attention, and they both bowed to you. "[Y/N], child of [M/N], may I introduce you to Erestor, Chief Counselman of Elrond, and Haldir of Lothlorien."

"Mae govannen," They both said.

Haldir regarded you warily. "I have heard you come from far lands, one beyond even Arda."

You tried not to look stupid. "Arda?"

"This world upon which we live," Haldir clarified.

"Oh!" Now you knew what they were talking about. "You mean this whole planet? Mine never had a cool name; Earth, that's it, with a bunch of different countries on it. Are there countries besides Middle-Earth here?"

Erestor chuckled. "Yes. There is Beleriand, just the remains of it, to the farthest west. Also in the west lie the Gray Havens, and across the Sea are the Undying Lands of Aman, far from Endor-- that is to say, collectively, Middle-Earth and Beleriand."

"Oh, cool! Where I come from, nowhere has cool names anymore, except for maybe Dubai, Greece, and Rome. In the past, there were hardly ever cool places, except for Egypt and Babylon."

The four Elves around you glanced to each other in amusement, as if you were a child just learning new things; and you pretty much were...

"Haldir," Said a familiar voice, and you perked up as Blue-Eyes stepped through the crowd. Your heart sank as he completely avoided your gaze. Damn, you should be used to this kinda shit by now. One small thing and someone abandons you. "We go to meet the dwarves. You have told your party, yes?"

"Of course, mellon."

"As have I," Added Erestor as Blue-Eyes went to ask. "None of us may like this, but it the word of a Maiar, of which the Noldor still yet revere. Worry not, Legolas."

Blue-Eyes nodded, glanced to you, and walked back through the suddenly-departing crowd as the doors opened. You hefted up your bag further onto your shoulder. "Mmkay, Lindir?" You fell into step with the purple-clad Elf.

"What is it?"

"Questions. Lots of them. What the hell is a Mayan and a No-door?"

Lindir chuckled. "Maiar, and Noldor. The Noldor are the oldest of the Elves. The Maiar are wizards, servants of the Valar; such as Saruman, Mithrandir, and Radagast."

"They met gods?"

"Yes," Said Lindir doubtfully, eyeing you. "Do the people of your world not know of their gods?"

You scoffed dryly. "You kidding me? Almost everybody believes in some bearded guy in white floating through existence and pointing to a random spot, then saying 'Let there be light!' Bam, universe created. Others have much more gruesome stories; like in Norse, Odin and his two brothers cut up a giant to create the world. Then there was Egyptian, where two godly people representing the earth and sky consummated and BAM, universe created again. They all say the gods came from the sky, which others believe to be aliens-- people from other planets entirely-- but I've always been an atheist."

"And what does that mean?"

"That I don't believe a goddamn word of any of that 'god' shit."

"You should not speak of them so, for they hear all."

"Yuck. Let's hope they don't find somebody on their wedding night."

Lindir's eyes bugged out of his head. "That was... Sudden."

You grinned. "I'm like that. Get used to it, Lindy."

He frowned. "My name is Lindir."

"I know that," You laughed. "It's a nickname. It's a sign of friendship."

Lindir smiled. "Oh. Then we are friends, then?"

"Sure! I've never been friends with so many people before!" You looked ahead excitedly, waving when you seen Legolas glaring at you. So what if he was pissed? You'd make him un-pissed.

Lindir gave you a sad look. "But you have only befriended Legolas and myself."

"And Tauriel."

"Still, that is only three people." He looked genuinely confused. "Do the people of your world not believe in friendship either?"

You sighed. "Not really. They're more interested in betrayal. Me, personally, I've had it all. Betrayal, death, abandonment... I've gone through some shitty times, that's for sure. One catastrophe after the next. One painful step at a time through it. I've been through hell and back, been shattered like glass and looked death in the eye, and somehow, I'm still standing. Sometimes it feels like I've lived a thousand lifetimes in only nineteen years." You gave him a sideways smile before looking back ahead of you, trying to block all of the flashbacks...

Lindir regarded you with newfound admiration. "I can... See it, in your eyes. I believe all of us can. The things that you have endured are marked on your stride, and not many could recover from what you have recently gone through so quickly. A human with your strength is... Unheard of."

You laughed. "Yeah, 'cause now I'm an Elf!"

Lindir laughed too then, as did a few other Elves and she-Elves near to you-- as you walked out of the doors of Mirkwood's palace, you got this strange, tingly sensation in your core... The odd feeling of people laughing with you, not at you. The feeling of not being judged. Of people realizing you've been through hell. Of people not automatically striking you onto their enemy list because you're different.

As you moved into the north, the light filtering through the leaves was golden, and everything seemed at once surreal and ethereal. But aside from those two feelings, you felt one stronger than any other. You smiled as you looked around at your new friends in this new world, which still felt so familiar. You were happier than you'd ever been. Even though you'd miss your family, you were glad the portal had been closed.

And there are many paths to tread...

Through shadow, to the edge of night...

Until the stars are all alight...

You passed Blue-Eyes, who'd climbed a tree to scout, and when he seen your awestruck, childlike expression, even he, who was currently pissed at you, couldn't help but smile at down at you. You smiled back. That warm feeling returned.

Finally, I'm where I belong.

I'm...

I’m...home.

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Extra Notes: Elvish is SO FUCKING HARD. And yes I put the Elvenqueen in this. And dwarves are inbound. Don't guess the plotline, just DON'T.

Fun Facts: In Old Nordic mythology, there was a forest known as Mirkwood. There was also a dwarf called Durin, who created the line of the most power dwarfs, some of which, just to name a few, were Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dvalin, Balin, Oin, Oakenshield, and Gandalf. There were also many types of Elves-- Ljosalfar were the Light Elves, and Dokkalfar were the Dark Elves. In general, Elves were known as Alfar, and they lived in Alfheimr, "The Land of the Elves." Supposedly, Alfheimr had shining trees of silver and gold, like Lothlorien. Also, there was a dragon called Fafnir, a cursed fire-drake, coppery-red, who laid atop a mound of gold and guarded his wrongfully-taken treasure with his life. The original owner of this treasure was a dwarf, reduced to a husk of his former self, called Andvari, who, out of all of this treasure, loved most a golden ring, inscribed with runes. He cursed this ring, so that all who wore it would soon come into misfortune...

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burritodetodo · 5 years ago

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Burrito’s Guide To Survive Coronavirus Quarantine

We got to keep social distance (1 or 2 meters each other) or stay home during coronavirus outbreak so I thought I can share with y’all some things I’m gonna watch or do doing quarantine (this is a very long post, REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!).

BUT FIRST SOME RULES:

Wash your hands: do it for 20 seconds or a while, but ALWAYS do it. It prevents the virus from spreading. If you don’t have sanitizer, water and soap! The cheapest and best ally against the disease.

Buy everything you need: if you can, try to buy stuff so you can stay some days at home. If the place is crowded, go back home and come later when it’s more empty. Same as medicine.

You can go for a walk: stay at home all day can be overwhelming for your mental health, but unless the goverment puts a curfew or gets strict about it you can go walk outside for a while always respecting the 1 or 2 meters from other people and without making contact (chatting) with other people. This ain’t my rule, a CDC professional says. DON’T go visit your friends or to crowded places such as bars, restaurants, shoppings, etc. If you want to buy something, ask for delivery or take away.

If you have coronavirus sympthoms (high fever, diarrhea, cough, feeling tired, breath difficulties) DON’T GO TO THE HOSPITAL YET, CALL TO YOUR PUBLIC HEALTH ORGANISATION OR WHATEVER YOU GOT AND THEY’LL TREAT YOU.

(credits to whoever made this meme)

SO YOUR LIFE IS ON QUARANTINE

Let’s say your boss or your school told you can stay at home. Okay then, you gotta prepare for some days inside *Isolation by John Lennon plays in the distance*. The first thing you think is you have to prepare a batch of series and movies to watch in order to kill some time. I’m gonna recommend you some you can find on VOD or cable, if you don’t have it don’t worry because I got you covered!

Infinity Train: a yet two seasons saga about people who got to face their problems aboard an endless train. The protagonists are joined by creatures who have different nature and help them, or not, to acknowledge their issues and leave the train. It’s on CN, it will continue on HBO Max.

The Owl House: a teen girl who daydream a lot was going to be sent to a down-to-earth camp but then she crosses a portal to the Boiling Isles, a magical world where she is taken care by a powerful Owl witch/saleswoman and her adorable demon. Lots of fantasy, some action scenes and many many puns. It’s on Disney Channel, it’ll be on Disney+ in some weeks.

Primal: Genndy Tartakovsky delighted us with the alliance of a caveman and a dinosaur, two rivals in a wild world who ally after facing a devastating event. It IS brutal and beatiful, has no dialogue and keeps you watching closely. Five final episodes are set to premiere this year. It’s on Adult Swim, maybe on HBO Max.

Tuca and Bertie: for the critics, one of 2019 best shows. For Netflix, a show that had to be cut off because the studio unionized. Two friends in their late 20s face changes in their lives: from living with a boyfriend and plan a life to look a way to stay sober and get a job. Deals with trauma, ptsd, anxiety and more harsh moments very well. In fact, the creator is a vital part of Bojack Horseman! It’s on Netflix.

Aggretsuko: red pandas are cute eh? But what about a antopomorphic red panda who releases her anger and frustrations by singing at a karaoke? This awesome comedy by Sanrio & Netflix is one of anime’s big hits lately. Like T&B, has a good handle of adult problems but not going too deep just to not break the comedy. You can watch it on Netflix.

Regular Show: yeah-uuuuhhhh! Eight seasons, a movie, five Halloween specials and some others. The adventures of a racoon and a blue jay with their co-workers/friends that relies on psychadellia and 80s and 90s nostalgia. It begins good, gets better, then lowers the quality (they were producing the movie at the same time tho, give some credit) and with and after the movie ends awesome. It’s on CN web, dunno if on Hulu (US only) and proably on HBO Max.

Evangelion: it’s a classic at this point, but addictive to me because I end rewatching the series or the final movie many times. A post apocalyptic future where the world has to deal with strange creatures known as the Angels and a boy with lots of traumas has to get on a mecha to save the humankind. All the characters have traumas and issues, the interaction between them or the action makes it worth. The End of Evangelion is a movie that ends the unfinished series. Warning: at some point it becomes very twisted and there are scenes which are too much violent. Viewer disclosure etc. It’s on Netflix worldwide.

Steven Universe & SU Future: this is the tale of the gem boy who ends a galactical tyranny and brings democracy to the universe. A acclaimed show that broke through many topics like gender, identity, ptsd, relationships and many more. Besides it’s got the best scores of the Milky Way and beyond thanks to the talent of Rebecca Sugar, Aivi Tran and Surasshu. And the actors and acrtresses! I don’t forget the movie, a musical that is an introduction to the epilogue: Shippuden Future. The show is available on CN and will be on HBO Max. Worldwide? No news.

Adventure Time: something that began as an innocent boy and a magical dog having adventures in a post apocalyptic world turns into the journey of Finn Metens from childhood to almost adulthood. There is a lot of fantasy and comedy you enjoy, but there are dark moments and serious ones through S6 that find a balance with early seasons form S7 to the finale. It also has great music, memorable moments and colaborations. And guess what? There is going to be a special set to premiere on HBO Max in some weeks! You got plenty of time to catch up or rewatch before that on CN or only (!!) S5 on Netflix.

Final Space: a dude tries to save the universe with their friends, where we can find his love interest, a cat-man and his kitten son, a intersexual alien, an AI then robot that is the best of them, two particular siblings and an annoying bot that prevents insanity that makes you insane. Crazy adventures in space, lots of situations, sadness, an evil smol bean who is a space emperor, a dude who looks for revenge, space deities that can destroy the universe. Is this a lot or info? It is not, because there is more and you can watch it on TBS, Adult Swim and Netflix (the world except US).

Rick and Morty: the most powerful, smartest human in the universe has adventures with his grandson. It’s awesome, but has a very toxic fanbase. Anyway, you can enjoy it on Adult Swim or Netflix (which is up to date!) and the rest of S4 is set someday.

Bojack Horseman: a Hollywood satire about human relationships, fame, traumas with a pour of comedy. Alongside the previous series, the best adult animation of the decade. Sadly cut by Netflix because the studio unionized (see T&B), said by both the creator and Aaron Paul. You can watch the six amazing seasons on that platform.

I’m not an animated movies guy, but here are three I really like and you can watch:

Porco Rosso: a handsome Italian combat aviator turned magically to a pig has a face off with an American pilot hired by pirates to get rid of him before WWII in Fascist Italy. It’s entertaining and, like every Ghibli movie, nice to watch. It’s on Netflix and will be on HBO Max for US.

Lego Batman Movie: Batman is depressed and has to get over it. It’s wacky and has lots of comedy. Plus Will Arnett is top 3 Batman. On Netflix (Latinamerica).

Spiderverse: Oscar winner movie about your friendly neighbour Peter Parker Miles Morales. Miles sees Spiderman die and feels bad after being transfered to a private school. Then a radioactive spider from a Fisk compound bites Miles and he’s Spiderman... among other dimensions’ Spiderpeople: Gwen, Peni, Peter Parker, Noir and Peter Porker. It’s visually amazing. On US it’s on Netflix (I guess), on Latinamerica on HBO.

Some interesting live actions I watched lately

Atlanta: Donald Glover is Earn, a dude who struggles to find a job for her baby girld and sees an opportunity when his cousin, Paper Boi, has a hit and uses him to make his cos famous. Sometimes a comedy, sometimes a social satire with touches of drama. And all protagonists are now big shots, like Zazie Beetz, Brian Tyree Henry or Lakeith Stanfield. There are two seasons and two seasons set for 2021 (2022 possible beacuse of coronavirus). It’s on FX, Hulu (US) and Netflix (world)

Avenue 5: this is brand new. On 2060 space cruises are a thing, and one cruise (the Avenue 5) has an accident that leaves the crew and passangers stranded for years. The captain (Hugh Laurie) has to solve this shit with a bunch of incompetent crew, bosses like Judd (Josh Gad), except one female engeneer who is very smart. Lots of crazy things happen in this series from the creator behind Veep. It’s on HBO (it’s free in the US!).

Peaky Blinders: it has some years but damn it’s epic. A gang from Birmingham makes their way to the top during the late 1910s after the Great War and extends through the 1920s. S5 is right in the ascension of fascism in Britain. ALL THE CAST acts spectacular, names like Cillian Murphy, Tom Hardy, Anna Taylor-Joy and a long etc. But my fave is Paul Anderson, that ultra violent junkie Arthur Shelby is splendid, then is Tommy and aunt Pol, the baddest badass woman in Britain. Blinders is going to have seven seasons, there are two left. You can watch it on BBC or Netflix.

Sex Education: speaking of Britain, excellent teen comedy. Horny, doubtful teenagers going through those hard years. Stories of sex (duh!), abuse situations, abortion, there are gay relationships either, Gillian Anderson! It’s on Netflix, go go go!

Watchmen: despite not having Alan Moore on board, Damien Lindeloff did a tremendous job with the comic. Way better and less misleading than Zack Snyder’s 2009 film, Watchmen is again at the gates of the world’s end (like today) and handles the problem of racism and white supremacy quite well. Just 9 episodes, but worth to watch. On HBO.

CAOS: Sabrina the Teenage Witch is over. Warner and Netflix made a revival of the Archie Comics character and brought her to XXI Century. But gorier, hornier, dark and magical than the nice 90s sitcom. Sabrina Spellman goes from a doubtful teen who has to decide if she has to be a witch or a powerless woman to rule Hell. How she does it? Find out on Netflix! Note: S1 and 2 take some episodes to start properly. Don’t get bored too easy.

There are A LOT MORE to recommend and I make a list: Harley Quinn (DC Universe), OK KO (Hulu -US only-), House MD, Young Justice (DC Universe/Netflix), Ken Burns’ documentaries (Netflix), Titans (DCU), Over The Garden Wall (CN), Seis Manos (Netflix), Thundercats Roar (CN), Easy (Netflix), GLOW (Netflix), Star Trek Discovery (CBS, Netflix) and Picard (CBS, Amazon Prime), etc.

- You named cool shows, but I’m not from the United States or I don’t have a subscription to (insert VOD here) because I can’t afford it

- Glad you asked, I have the answer here

Introducing Stremio. It’s an open source platform where you can watch shows, movies or even live TV on Windows, Linux, Apple or Android. You create an account, install some addons and start looking for what you want to watch.

Stremio is based on torrents, you should install addons from many known torrent sites. So maybe you find an old show, but there aren’t many seeds to watch. And it could be frustraiting, so make sure there are people sharing so you can watch it.

You can download Stremio here and check the FAQs which is very clear.

NOTE: Stremio is note quite “clean” way to watch, but if you do please support the shows you watch by posting, commenting about them, making memes, thanking the creators and crew for their work, buying merchandise if you can. They put a lot to make the shows we love, let’s give ‘em back that love and effort.

You’re tired of the same music, the same movies or need to leave something to make company? There is Vaughn Live, a streaming page where are lots of channels with movies and series on strem (not VOD). For example, there is a channel that streams Adventure Time, other Regular Show, other Sci-Fi shows, another with DBZ and so on. Take in count that if the channel has +70 viewers, the free access is cut and if you want to watch it you have to pay.

En Vaughn también hay canales en español, como Simpsonmanía, Dragon Ball, Futurama, dibujos viejos y muchísimo más. Anyway, go to https://vaughn.live/ and enjoy yourselves!

Y hablando de canales en español, pueden ir a SeriesLan donde está el mayor reservorio conocido de series animadas de entre 1960 a 2010 en español latino. Pueden encontrar tesoros desde Don Gato, los Halcones Galácticos o Street Sharks a Flapjack y Mechas XLR. Otra alternativa para que pasen el rato.

Some interesting facts:

Epic Games releases a free game per week in their store. This week will be two games. You can check in https://www.epicgames.com

Steam has good prices on games and some free ones. There even is the latest Football Manager for free until March 25th. Check on https://store.steampowered.com/

If you’re interested,

I got this playlist I made on Spotify

with songs I liked in more than one year. More than 1200 songs.

And that’s pretty much it! You got resources for a lot of days, 14 initially since that’s the quarantine time in my country. Remember: obey the indications of the Health authorities, this is no time to play the “fuck the goverment” game. We will overcome this pandemy together, helping and caring for each other. That’s why I did this guide, to keep your minds busy in these tough times! Wash your hands, keep social distance, stay at home, go outside if necessary and have some patience please. This has been a PSA.

Stay strong!

Burrito

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samnherondale · 5 years ago

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I’ve got many requests asking Wayward Son spoilers, so I’m going to resume it here...

An enormous SPOILER ALERT!!!! STOP READING IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WAYWARD SON!!!

Well, Wayward Son starts really simple, we all know that Simon is kind of depressed and it has passed almost a year after the events of Carry On.

Simon, Penelope and Baz are in University now, but Simon has stopped going.

In chapter two, Simon says that he’s going to break up with Baz but he doesn’t do it because Penny interrupts him.

Penelope is the one who decides that they need a break and they go to America to visit Agatha and Penny’s boyfriend, Micah (who everyone has already forgotten about).

Penny also makes a spell that hides Simon’s wings.

Baz is really worried about Simon and he’ll do whatever it’s necessary to get him out of his couch. (Though he isn’t a fan of going through America in a convertible with the sun going everywhere he goes)

Also, Simon and Baz doesn’t sleep together anymore (Simon’s always on the couch), and they haven’t kissed in a while. I mean, their first kiss in Wayward Son is until page 115 :(

Baz hopes this journey will help Simon... He really misses his love of his life, poor baby.

THEEEN EVERYTHING GOES DOWN FROM HERE

First, Penny’s boyfriend breaks up with her.

Well, actually he has already done it a few times before but she didn’t notice it. He even has a new girlfriend!

Anyway, meanwhile, Baz teaches Simon how to drive (it’s really cute tbh)

Nothing interesting happens in a few pages, just Baz eating animals, Penny crying and Simon being sad.

Oh, right! I almost forgot Agatha, she’s involved with a weird cult of vampires who doesn’t call themselves vampires (but they are though), and they say they are the NewNext (like a new generation of vampires... Think of them as Millennial vampires) or something like that, their objetive is to conquerer magic and became vampires who can make Magic (like Baz, but he’s different), and those weirdos kidnap Agatha and their theory is that if they transfer her magic to them they’ll have Magic too... I know... like I said... WEIRDOS

Anyway, as I was saying, Simon, Penny, and Baz end up in a sort of... convention, and Simon uses his wings and tail as a costume, Baz and he start fighting with wood swords, and everything is fun and happiness until real vampires appear, and one almost bites Simon (she didn’t), they get in a fight, they win, hurray!

Oh, and in some part of the book Baz starts using a scarf that belonged to her mother to drape his hair. *Simon compares him as a Marilyn Monroe boy* His words, not mine.

Then they met my favourite new character of this series: SHEPARD. A Normal Guy, who somehow knows almost everything about the magic world and it’s a smol boy who only wants to fit in... and I ship him with Penelope.

Penelope doesn’t stand him.

Shepard helps them to scape from a pair of monsters and Baz got shot, but he’s okay because he’s a vampire. Simon is almost left behind and Baz got worried, but he flies away safe and sound.

They ride inside Shepard’s truck *because they left their convertible behind*, and Simon stays above them, sometimes flying and sometimes in the roof of the truck.

Do you remember Agatha? Well, they are trying to save her, and Shepard wants to be part of the crew (pure small boy).

After he having helped Simon, Baz and Penny, they abandoned him.

Shepard is actually an amazing dude, the only misterious thing about him, it’s how the hell he hasn’t been killed yet!?

He’s friend with almost every supernatural creature in America, one of them tells him and the others, that they’ll find Agatha if they can find the vampires in Las Vegas, so they try to go to Las Vegas.

Then a dragon/old woman caught them when Baz kills her sheep, she almost kills them but... as I was saying... Shepard is friends with every supernatural creature.

He saves them, the dragon mistakes Simon with a little baby dragon (I laughed so hard in this moment), and they keep their way to Vegas.

Mi favourite chapter is the 41, is a beautiful break of Simon and Baz in the Night in the roof of the truck just watching the stars, because Simon loves them.

“You haven’t seen so many stars”

They kissed, Baz says that now that Simon doesn’t have magic anymore, he feels like he can be the one who can warm him every time that Baz kisses him.

It’s a wonderful moment, seriously. Kind of sad when Simon fears that it May be the last time they’ll be together like that.

Anyway, back into the save-Agatha-because-she-involved-herself-in-a-hipster-cult-story.

Now, here, Baz is almost like the main character, actually, I feel like this book is more about him and who he is, the problem of being a *maybe* inmortal vampire, and if Simon and him are still a couple.

In Vegas he needs to discover everything about those vampire-weirdos, and thanks to Shepard, the know that vampires (the old ones, not the Millennials) rule Vegas (literally).

Baz needs to get all the information he can, but he needs to do it alone.

Of course, Simon doesn’t want to, but there’s no discussion about it.

Baz dresses up with that blue suit with flowers, and Penny gives him his phone which they’ll use to hear everything that’s going to happen tonight and to keep an eye on Baz... or an ear... Sorry about that.

The Baz meets Lamb (what kind of name is Lamb?!)... stupid Lamb. He’s a vampire, who flirts A LOT with Baz. Stupid Lamb.

THEY EVEN GO FOR MILKSHAKES TOGETHER!

Simon hears everything and gets jealous, and then the phone dies, then Simon goes out to find Baz, who is drunk and with Stupid Lamb really near Baz’s side.

He doesn’t want to ruin the plan, so he waits until Lamb is gone to meet Baz again, who (to be honest I don’t even know if he actually realized that Lamb was flirting with him) got what he wanted. Lamb will tell him everything about those NewNext vampires.

Simon is still jealous, Baz is mad because Lamb almost made him drink from a human after Lamb told him that he can drink from a human without killing or turning them. But he didn’t do it.

Still, he’s hungry.

Penny cast a spell that brings a lot of birds into their room and Baz starts drinking like a mad vampire, Simon tries to help him, but, uh... it doesn’t end up fine.

Those two went to sleep (Simon didn’t sleep on the bed or on the couch... can’t remember if it was on the floor) thinking that they messed it up, and Baz says that his heart is breaking.

...

The neeeeext day, both went out, Baz leaves first and then Simon, though Penny told him not to do it. Baz returns with new clothes and when he realizes that Simon is not there, and that Penny cast a spell to hide his wings again... guys, he almost loses it... then Simon returns and he has cut his hair (and he looks so damn good).

Stupid Lamb is waiting for Baz in a restaurant, and the flirt begins again. Simon had told Baz tto please don’t went out this time... and Baz doesn’t listen and LAMB AS THE BITCH THAT HE IS, TAKES BAZ TO HIS PLACE.

Simon goes after them, Penny makes him invisible. And okay, Lamb is a bitch, but nothing happens, because he discovers Simon and tries to attack him but Baz stops him and Simon.

Then Lamb is like: WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?

And Simon is like: I’M HIS BOYFRIEND! YOU HOE’

aNyWaY, Lamb has a plan to get Agatha but Simon doesn´t trust him. Baz does and that is a blow in the guts for Simon. I mean that bastard called Simon disfigured magician when he sees him after Penelope’s invisible spell ends.

F*ck him.

Simon and Baz fight, but they continued with Lamb’s plan (who is also the King of vampires, uhg, I forgot to mention that)

He lead’s them to the desert, and (of course it’s a trap) Penny already knows it, and Shepard too, Simon is just tired.

Lamb hypnotizes Shepard and makes him sleep, and send Penelope and Simon to the trap, Baz is left behind with Lamb.

Simon and Baz don’t talk to each other, but Baz keeps telling himself that everything is going to be fine. They are going to be fine.

And nothing goes fine. And they AREN’T FINE.

Agatha is there but a bunch of Millennial vampires are there too. With guns.

They caught Penny and they shot Simon... a couple of times... and he doesn’t get up.

At the same moment, Agatha and Penny are trying to scape, Agatha casts a fire spell and they kill a vampire.

Shepard wakes up and goes behind them, and one NewNext vampire caught him... he tries to drink from him, and the vampire dies... (At the end of the book Shepard explains to Penny that his soul is cursed, and Penny promises him that she is going to help him and that he must go with London with her).

And Baz... stupid Baz, he can’t believe Lamb betrayed him, Lamb had made a deal with the NewNext: two magicians and they’ll go. When Baz sees Simon’s body... Oh my God, it’s just terrible, everything that he’s feeling and he’s just thinking that he didn’t tell him how much he loves him. Simon didn’t know.

He’s in shock, he’s just watching all the blood in Simon’s shirt and he’s thinking that he’s not getting up. That he was his Sun and Baz was crashing into him.

“This will end up in flames” That’s how his chapter ends.

Of course, Simon’s not dead, you idiots. He was just waiting for the right moment.

Well, he IS injured and he can´t fly very well. But he’s going to help Baz.

First Baz just wants to destroy everything, and some guns shots him (but he’s a vampire, he’s fiiiineeee), than Simon gets up, and those two and Agatha and Penelope, destroy the vampires.

But not all of them, Lamb escapes but not after asking Baz to come with him. NO, LAMB. JUST GO!

They saved Simon at the end, and Simon won’t let go Baz’s hand. Then he slept for almost ten hours. Also Agatha is going to return with them to London.

The last thing to tell, is the moment when Simon and Baz are on the beach, Baz says that when they’ll go back to London, Simon is going to visit Penny’s dad (he’s a doctor) to check his injuries and maybe remove his tail and wings.

Simon is thinking that he can get out of this world now, that vampires and magicians are not his problem anymore, and maybe... he will get a future as a Normal... it’s sad tbh

Then Simon starts saying that he’s not going to return to America, and then he tells Baz that he can send him a postcard.

Baz tells him that he is not going to stay and Simon tells him that the vampires will help him to know who he truly is if he stays.

Baz keeps saying no.

He tells Simon that he won’t be happy if he isn’t at his side.

Baz is terrified, he’s scared that Simon won’t accept this that they won’t have a future together. Then Simon shakes his head and says:

“Baz...”

Aaaand Penny interrupts him again. She tells Baz that Watford is in danger and they’ll must go now.

AND THAT’S THE END OF WAYWARD SON, THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION.

*If you have more questions you ask me anything :3 *

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