#god yall have no idea how happy i am this is finally finished

[jadeshifting]

— SHIFTMAS MASTERLIST.

( fa la la la left this reality )

25 DAYS OF SHIFTMAS

Ⅰ christmas caroling ( songs that remind me of my DR )

Ⅱ gingerbread houses ( the Grimm Manor )

Ⅲ eggnog ( drama at the Yule Ball )

Ⅳ sledding ( the Slytherin inner circle )

Ⅴ snowman ( a day of holiday outfits )

Ⅵ stockings ( my family over the holidays )

Ⅶ candy canes ( things that remind me of my DR )

Ⅷ mistletoe ( Mattheo Riddle, the Christmas special )

Ⅸ snowflakes ( theories about my DR friends )

Ⅹ icicles ( Hogwarts class favorites & non-favorites )

Ⅺ tree skirt ( how I found out about shifting )

Ⅻ ornaments ( my prized possessions in my DR )

XIII sleigh bells ( privileges in the wizarding world )

XIV cookie cutters ( smells that remind me of my DR )

XV elf on the shelf ( Pansy, my ride or die darling )

XVI wrapping paper ( moodboarding & using it to script )

XVII gift tags ( my DR camera roll )

XVIII snowballs ( the great indoor snowstorm )

XIX mittens ( my hobbies in my DR )

XX ice skates ( a date to Hogsmeade with the Slytherins )

XXI coal ( unpleasantness at Hogwarts )

XXII tinsel ( a condensed list of the dumb things i’ve scripted )

XXIII fir tree ( Grimm family traditions in my DR )

XXIV hot cocoa ( snapshots of Jade Grimm )

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SHIFTMAS V.2

Ⅰ a slytherin Christmas morning ( in the dungeons, of course )

Ⅱ to the forgotten antechamber ( mattheo’s surprise )

Ⅲ chalet in the alpine mountains

Ⅳ one family Christmas party per year

Ⅴ a gift from the winter woods

Ⅵ the mini-me music box

Ⅶ the Christmas feast at hogwarts

Ⅷ Christmas cards for the slytherins

Ⅸ an early saturday afternoon in december ( lounging )

Ⅹ a slytherin Christmas portrait

Ⅺ the role of Santa ( Lorenzo, of course )

Ⅻ recipe for Jade Grimm’s luxe peppermint & dark chocolate elixir

XIII festive film night ( including wizarding classics like ‘Frost and Folly’ )

XIV a very merry Black Friday ( in Diagon Alley )

XV mattheo riddle ( notorious mistletoe demon )

XVI thyra the Christmas kitten

XVII Grimm family Yuletide traditions

XVIII slytherin Christmas radio

XIX a Yuletide gown ( my Christmas day outfit )

XX Jade Grimm’s Santa arsenal ( absurd & ridiculous )

XXI enchanted treats for the holidays

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[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 16

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

best friend, baby by @ghosttotheparty*

“You— You make me feel so… good,” he finishes lamely, his head void of any words that could describe it, because how can Will describe the peace he finds in Nico’s presence, or the way he feels like he can finally breathe whenever Nico looks into his eyes? “You’re my favourite person,” he breathes. “My best friend.”

hooooooo boy the intimacy tag was NOT joking. i was gagged. yall tell me all the time how high u value will angst and like....this one DEVASTATED me for him??? like do yall ever think about how the first dialogue we hear from will in nico's perspective is self-loathing. yall ever think about how nico has always known him hating himself. well this author did. "i know you hate yourself but just because you hate yourself doesnt mean everyone else does too" hey what if we FOUGHT. also im going back in to all my FRFs to star my FAVE FAVE FAVE fics bc this is one of them LET ME TELL YOU.

2. just a dumb game by @ghosttotheparty

Nico di Angelo is not a party person. But Will Solace is going to be there. So.

they are SO FUCKING GAY and SO FUCKING IN LOVE and SO FUCKING STUPID. god i love them so fucking bad like they are inherently down bad obsessed with each other and this is how they should be. this is the way of the world.

3. even in the silver light by @ghosttotheparty

Nico is back. Will is still smitten.

first of all. latino and nb will. thank you. second of all. i am (obviously) obsessed with this author bc they KILLLLLL w burning intimacy. like you have no idea they write them like there is a twice burning fire only alive within them it's CRAZZZYYY. i also fckn LOVE that this is like. okay so the author says its plotless and it is kind of 45k of plotless, yes, but idk theres something to be said of love as a plot?? of learning and loving each other as a storyline.

4. splash by @ghosttotheparty

Annabeth is reading her favourite book. Someone walks directly into her.

yeah okay i think this is another one author week. sue me. this fic made me GRIN okay. it was so fucking cute and sweet and soft and autistic annabeth my beloved!! my love and light!! they are so in love in every universe fr and i fckn LOVE them dude i am OBSESSED. when this author writes people together it's as if you can hear them click.

5. isnt she lovely by @ghosttotheparty

Their eyes always meet in the halls. Her eyes are grey and shiny, and they make Percy think of stormy skies and marble sculptures. (She could be a marble sculpture, in the entrance of a museum, surrounded by scholars and artists and mesmerised passersby. Fucking beautiful in a way that only art ever is.) - - - Percy has had a crush on Annabeth since eighth grade. (He doesn’t know she likes him too.)

percy hitting the ground when annabeth kisses him 😭😭 HES SO REAL. i just recced this fic on instagram and i am here reccing it again bc it is EXCELLENT. i rly rly love to see pjotv percabeth in fic like i DO. theyre so fucking cute. and i LOVE how this author writes autistic annabeth!! it is so important to me!!! and this one is so CUTE like percy had such a huge crush on him.....like not just he liked her he had a CRUSH on her. god. i am melting.

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

[spencer-is-someone]

my top five FAVORITE fics I wrote this year

it’s almost new year, and I got a lot…

A lot done this year

so, let’s go over my top five favorite fics I wrote (and finished) this year, not in any order

thanks to @unhappy-sometimes for the idea!!

Tapes and Face me

This one is a twofer, mostly because they’re connected. I’m very proud of tapes because I really wanted to capture that analog horror feel, mostly because my irl friend was really obsessed with the Mandela catalogue at the time. Face me was like my first huge foray into whump. My favorite part of this fic was Sylvia and Anya’s relationship, and the letters Anya wrote to her as “mission reports”.

Open eyes

I wish this one got more love and attention. It was a very weird character study I wrote where Twilight meets Loid Forger and Redacted, who are separate but also the same as him. It bounced off from @buf309’s doppelgänger comic, but sort of became its own thing, it even had some fanart that I’m too eepy to find rn, I’ll have to reblog it later.

Tastes like blood

an idea that was over a year in the making, where Yor gets to enact revenge on someone for (almost) killing her husband on their wedding night. This fic is so important to me because Maya Rowan, the would-be killer, was such a fun character to write. I love her so much. This fic did have a sequel that I have yet to finish unfortunately, but IT WILL BE DONE (at some point)

Clementine

your stock standard “Anya gets kidnapped by those gosh darn scientists” plot, based on my initial interpretation of the song “my darling Clementine”, where, in my mind, it was about a father who lost his daughter in the river, and he couldn’t swim, so he “lost his Clementine”. The “swim” here was meant to represent how twilight couldn’t deal with his own feelings for his daughter, so he lost her, but then he gets her back again, fighting tooth and nail to keep her safe. For those who don’t know, I am especially weak for father-daughter stories (my relationship with my dad is great dw) so this one his very close to my heart. The scene where Loid finally says “I love you” to Anya was inspired by Ai Hoshino’s death scene from Oshi no ko (which unfortunately ended very badly this year, spare yourself the trouble and just look up Ai’s death scene, that’s as peak as the story gets) and I was listening to the ost of her death scene while writing it. And my god does it just tear you up inside.

also his mom’s ghost saying “you’ve been holding her like that all along” still rips me to shreds okay?

and last but not least

A way out

“Yay Norman mention”

“Update wtf?”

— @unhappy-sometimes, 2024

what CANT I say about this fic? It’s, imo, my magnum opus. It was so goddamn cathartic to write it. If you’re going to read it, please, please mind the trigger warnings.

getting on with that, this fic is so important to me. It started out as a very angsty whump fic that somehow became a very personal look into a narrative about self harm and coming to terms with one’s existence. Really, if you’re in the right headspace, I would suggest you read it. BUT ONLY IF YOU’RE IN THE RIGHT HEADSPACE. it genuinely reflects a lot of the dark thoughts I’ve struggled with since my hospitalization when I was thirteen. I hope that, if I can find some catharsis in it, maybe you can too.

well, that’s a wrap. I’ll still be writing, but I just wanted to get this post out there. Love yall, and happy new year!

[bitchlessdino]

Holiday Blind Hate Pt. 3: The Finale

Pairing: fem!reader X domestic!dino

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life, smut

Word count: 12K

BEWARE OF: THERES SMUT IN THIS ONE YALL, sweetheart! lonely!reader, best friend!seungcheol, enemies to ???, slice of life, swearing, sexual themes, mentions of bullying, mention of trauma, anxious!reader, mention of other SVT members, masturbation, brief spitting and slapping, switch!chan, switch!reader, powerplay, both our mains being brats, daddy kink, facesitting, blow job, unprotected sex, please for the love of god what happened

Summary: All you wanted was your own hallmark romance this Christmas, but it looks like you signed up for more than you asked for when you decided to go on a blind date offered by the one guy you wanted to be on the date with.

author note: So, a lot has happened, I got sick and then recovered. I went on a trip and ended up writing a lot on the plane rides back and forth, and ended up in some kind of horny fog that had me writing about two switches that think they're both doms. is this a bad thing? you guys be the judges. I had a bit too much fun writing this, I almost find it funny. I was so curious how this was going to go because I seriously had no idea how I was going to end it. please let me know what you guys think, i think i went crazy for a moment lol. ANYWAYS WOOZI WHAT THE FUCK. enjoy guys!

Chapters - [1] [2] (COMPLETE)

Time passed like nothing and before you knew it was already Christmas. You spent the day with your family, trying to forget what happened in early December, and tried to enjoy the welcoming overnight stay with your parents. They were coddling as always, making sure to cook your favorite meals, while on the other hand, you made sure to bring them their bundles of gifts. Mom loved her skincare set, while dad was happy with the big fancy grill you got him. But despite that, they said the presents weren’t necessary. They were just happy to have you home and you were happy to be home.

It was refreshing. You had moved away from the suburbs to grow on your own. It was to be away from all parental guidance and overbearing eyes. Although you love your parents, there was something you needed to experience outside of the walls of the place you’ve always called home. Now you were happy to be reunited together again, able to take the time out of your day and cherish the holidays with your parents.

“Are you eating well? You’re not starving yourself in the city, are you?”

“Of course not, Mom. My office building gives great lunches.”

“What about weekends?”

“There are plenty of restaurants nearby and I go grocery shopping every two weeks.” You reassured her further.

“That’s good. Don’t get skinny, okay?”

Dinner time arrived as soon as it ended. You thanked them both and your phone all of a sudden goes off. You excused yourself from the table and answered the call. You greeted whoever was on the other line and a low tenor hit your ears.

“Hi, Lunch buddy.”

You softly laughed, readjusting your hand with the phone, recognizing the man’s voice out even looking at the caller id. “Is that all I am to you, Seungcheol? I’m hurt.”

“Sorry, but I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?”

You hummed. “Of course I do. I don’t miss work though.”

He giggled over the phone. “Same, what’re you doing?”

“I’m on the south side of town seeing my family for Christmas, you?”

“Me too! What a small world. We’re from the same part of town. Does that mean you know about that cozy cafe–”

“--On fifth street?” You finished his sentence. “Yeah, I only went there every day as a kid with my family.”

“I love that place too! Wanna meet up a little bit? I’ll get you a nice hot cup of coffee there.”

“Sure, that sounds fun. Just the two of us, right?”

You gave yourself a new record avoiding Chan much recently since the whole wedding. That night was probably the most awkward and distant you two have been since the blind date. Having taken the same taxi that night home, the space between you two existed for a whole new reason. If Seungcheol was in this part of town this meant no doubt that so would Chan. You did feel ready to confront him just yet.

“Yeah of course,” he confirmed while you were still doubtful, “so I’ll meet you in half an hour?”

“It’s a date.”

You paid attention to what you'd be wearing and let your parents know you’d be out for a bit. You followed a random trail of snow flurries and met the familiar brick crosswalk of the pretty exterior of a cute cafe you talked about not too long ago. The windchimes of the door clanged and you immediately noticed the man at the corner of the room, excitedly waving at you with two drinks already at his table. His body drowned in the oversized cardigan he was fashioning and grinning from ear to ear, resembling a hyper preschooler.

“You’re always the one getting me food.” You happily accepted the beverage and sipped the sweet bitterness that was caffeine.

“I feel like this is the first time we’ve hung outside of work in a while. You’ve always been with Chan. And then that stopped. Why?”

Seungcheol really goes straight to the point, doesn’t he?

“Come on, I’m on vacation. Do I have to talk about this outside of work too?” You groaned, pressing your coffee against your face, shielding away from the cold.

“Like you answer my questions at work. Come on, you don’t think I’d notice the both of you acting differently all of a sudden?”

“Cheol.”

“I’m kidding,” his turn to enjoy his probably ‘too sweet to be coffee’ coffee, “I’m glad to see you. How’s your family? Are you eating well? Are you ever talking to Chan again?”

You clicked your tongue, remaining quiet for a little longer than anticipated before answering. “My family is good, the food was great, and I don’t know. We didn’t exactly part on the best terms.”

“Sorry.”

You mused at him. “What do you have to be sorry for? In this kind of situation, no one needs to apologize.”

“I just am.”

You had been thinking to yourself ever since the wedding. You evaded all of Seungcheol’s instigation and didn’t make any future plans with Chan even though there was that deal you made with him, but at this point, you didn’t even know anymore. So much has happened, so many things you were starting to question, you were wondering if you were the same person you were only a month ago.

“Chan is a great guy.”

“Then why aren’t you with him then?”

“I have my reasons,” you answered vaguely.

“As far as I know, Chan has been the happiest he’s ever been since reuniting with you again. He regrets the shit he’s done and he feels bad about withholding the truth from you. I know I sound like an annoying Cupid, but the kid’s down bad.”

It bothered you how much he was defending him right now. He’s his brother afterall, it made sense, but you could help but get frustrated at the incessant prodding and nagging at your consciousness. Seungcheol was right in every way, left and right, but you were still conflicted. You stared at the man you were infatuated with for all these years and he stared back with a friendly expression.

“I don’t know if I want to see him again. Have you considered that?”

“You just said he was a great guy.”

“There’s a lot of nice guys out there. That doesn’t mean I’ll date all of them.” You refuted frustratedly.

“Tell me the actual reason why you won’t see a man you kissed and liked.”

Maybe you’d regret this decision, but there was nothing holding you back now that you were on the topic. You slid over in the booth over in Seungcheol’s direction, finally meeting his lips in a long-awaited kiss. They cushioned against yours, surprisingly matching your shape, reciprocating your kiss. He was warm and moved with poise. He was as gentle as he could be and almost didn’t believe it was happening. He was good, if not a great kisser…but it felt off.

You weren’t sure what. You had dreamt of kissing the man countless times before, so what wrong? The moment you realized the thoughts going on in your head you parted from him. Seungcheol looked back at you with a simple smile, as if the kiss you exchanged was a typical friendly gesture.

“What was that about?” He asked plainly.

You took a deep breath and stared right into his eyes, ready to pour out all the truth you had left in you, “I’ve liked you for probably two years. I liked you so much I even had your brother who you set me up with to help me out because I believed he knew you the best and could guarantee results. In exchange, I’d help him make Hana jealous in order for him to have closure. You’re everything I could possibly want in a boyfriend and I dedicated nearly a month to find a way for us to end up together all while helping Chan.”

He didn’t look surprised. Seungcheol had this crazy intuition that no one else can explain that gets him to perceive all this ridiculous amount of information before someone can come out with the truth. It was the one thing you did hate about him because he was the worst person to get gifts or plan events for. Coincidentally enough, you were his office secret Santa this year and he predicted it was you and your gift even before the moment he opened it. You were still mad at him sort of until today. Even so, it wasn’t like he could come up with an idea as ridiculous as this in his head.

Despite that, you continued. “You’re handsome, you’re kind, you’re annoyingly considerate. You’ve only ever been a good friend to me and I love you with all my heart.”

“But?”

You blinked at him. “Why do you think there’s a but?”

“Of course, there’s a but.” he grinned knowingly.

“...but, I don’t know anymore. I feel like my head is spinning when I’m talking with either one of you and I don’t know why. It makes me feel like shit.”

There was nothing wrong with it. There was nothing wrong with him. So, why? Why was everything about that kiss so underwhelming? You were so sure of your feelings and Seungcheol was practically the perfect man.

“I think you do know, Y/n. Just be honest with yourself. Why didn’t you like our kiss?” He scooted in the booth closer to you, leaning forward, seemingly flirtatiously, but knowing Seungcheol it was nothing but platonic.

You stared back at him with the most bizarre expression, the thought lingering in your mouth as you tried to push but fight it at the same time. You only had one reason in mind and all you could do when coming to terms with it was involuntarily sigh. Not because you simply realized it now, but because you knew the answer all this time, only pushing further down where you couldn’t see it. The truth was you still had resentment. You hated everything that happened and it brought too much of a past that you wanted to ignore for so long. That his words and actions hurt you more than anything, but that proved your true feelings more than anything else.

You kept telling yourself it was because of your chaotic history that you were angry at him. It was too much of a point you didn’t want to see because you were frustrated with what he did, or even believing that he was far from the next thing you wanted in your life. However, you knew better than to keep lying. It was because it was him that you continued to feel anything. Anger, resentment, joy, and now even guilt. He had a hold on you, far stronger than you ever imagine he would.

“...because you’re not Chan. You could never be him and he’s the one I’m in love with now.” You admitted out loud causing the man parallel to you to break out in a big fatherly smile.

“Bingo.”

You face palmed yourself, feeling the strain in your head ease, but groaning like you were just awoken from the sun blinding your eyes. “Fuuuck.”

“How does it feel to have your eyes open?”

“Awful,” you took your hand away from your face, “because I literally just kissed the brother of the man I just admitted to being in love with.”

He laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well, love is a tricky thing. You think you know one and things change as time passes by and you discover another new thing. In your defense, neither of us felt anything. Consider this some European goodbye. Or some good ol’ fashion closure.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, frustrated. “How could you not react when I am pouring out my feelings like this to you, Seungcheol. I kissed you for god sake and you react like a goddamn lamppost. Am I that unattractive?”

His big, round eyes were electric. The look he gave would make anyone in this coffee shop instantly fall in love with every word that comes out of his pretty little mouth. “Y/n. You’re the most attractive and amazing girl that I know.”

“But?”

He smiled, reaching over the crown of your head and messing up your hair. “But, I’m not into girls.”

“Oh.” You were shocked, not expecting his answer.

“At least not at the moment. My mind is a little preoccupied with a certain guy right now that can’t really put a label on what we are, but not too preoccupied with helping the heteros with their spackle.”

“...I hate you so much right now.”

“Kinda homophobic of you, Y/n.”

You slapped his forearm. “Not that. You literally knew this entire time I was into you and you didn't think for a moment to let me know you’re gay and reject me properly so I can go about my life.”

He shrugged. “I don’t like confrontation. And I’m pan FYI.”

“You’re so full of shit, you know that?”

He giggled like a schoolboy. “Ha. Ha. You had a crush on me.”

“Shut up.” You kept pounding at his side, embarrassed by your confession.

“Now that we got that settled.” He pulled himself up from the booth and took your arm with him. “Now we can take you back to Chan.”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not ready to confront him yet.”

“Well, why not?”

What excuses were you going to make for yourself now? You should’ve expected that Seungcheol had more planned than some friendly meetup, although you half hoped the younger brother wouldn’t be making another appearance since it was still too soon, the other half was hoping he’d come crashing through those doors and taking you in his arms like the inevitable Lee Chan would. That kind of thing happens in all the movies Chan would mention, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen here. Not this soon anyway.

“I…hate confrontation too.”

“Well, that’s too bad, because I told him to come 20 minutes after I came.”

“Seungcheol!” You grabbed your coffee in a hurry and made a beeline for the door.

The moment you swing it open, you nearly collide with the person on the other side, spilling your coffee all over the floor and slipping on your feet. A pair of arms encircled themselves around you, pulling you against their chest, forcing you to meet their eyes. Man, were they the prettiest almond eyes you’ve ever seen.

“L-Lee Chan.”

He stared back at you with concern. His arms felt strong and reliable enough that you could easily melt in them and not worry about what would happen afterward. You had been evading all ways to contact him and now here you were falling shamelessly in his arms. This was pathetic, even for you. Even your so-called pride was not enough to resist him tightening the grip you had on his thick pullover.

Chan, on the other hand, thought was going through a heart attack. Every day since the wedding, he had been worse compared to his split with Hana. Where losing Hana felt like betrayal and loss of trust, losing you felt as if a piece of him was missing. He couldn’t cherish the time he spent with you and missed you every day you were missing. He thought he really screwed things up with you by not being honest all this time and all he had been doing in your time apart was think of ways to make things up to you. Now that you were in front of him, in his arms, everything that he had planned to say to you went out the window as he continued to be entranced by your presence.

“Y/n. I—”

“Seungcheol at the table in the corner. Bye.” You tried to pull yourself away from the man but he managed to grasp your arm.

“Y/n. Please talk to me.”

“Chan. I can’t talk to you right now, it's too soon.”

“Then when is a better time? Five more years when you meet someone new, have kids, and forget all about me? No. I’m not wasting any more time without you.”

As if you weren’t embarrassed already from the mess you made, you felt eyes watching your every move. You looked over at a nearby employee and mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry,’ pointing at the coffee on the ground. You took a deep breath and looked down at the hand clutching your arm. You removed his fingers and instead of letting go like early this December, you latched on to yours, pleasantly surprising him. “We should talk outside. Come on.”

You led him away from curious eyes and walked on a directionless path with his hand in yours. If not for the cold, you’d be red in the face, flushed from his mere presence alone. Neither one of you talked for a whole five minutes, nothing thinking about what you were about to say to one another.

“I missed you.” Chan broke the silence. “How’s your Christmas been?”

“It’s been…relaxing. I’m seeing my family and not thinking about too much, which is nice. How about you?”

“Oh you know, the constant thinking of you and of what I can do to not feel like I’m not so much up my ass the next time I get to talk to you.”

If there was one thing to note about Chan was his relentless loyalty. You noticed it with his previous girlfriend, you noticed it when he was you, and you kind of even noticed it with Seungcheol. He was only his older brother, but despite not being related by blood, he respected the man and even took his thoughts into consideration. The man had a habit of latching on to the next person he found himself unconditionally loving and the man was well aware of it himself.

Was it unhealthy? Yes.

Did he need to go to therapy? Perhaps.

But was this the same thing that he had with you? In his mind, no.

You were something he followed like a religion because he felt like he had to your given circumstances. His draw to you was like a colorful dream that he felt himself constantly chasing because everything in his head and mind screamed that there was nothing that could get better than you. You were it for him.

“How’s that going?” You interrupted his thoughts.

“Not great to be honest.”

You halted in your steps and turned to face him. There was no easy way for you to say important things out loud due to lack of experience but as of recently, it seems like you were given all the opportunities to practice.

“I kissed your brother.”

He exhaled and briefly pressed his lips in a firm line, a slightly hurt expression on his face. “I can’t say I’m happy for you, but if anything I deserved that.”

“But I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. And he helped me understand better why.”

“I really hope this goes where I think it’s going, otherwise I'm going back to another month of moping.”

You internally smiled, missing his comedic timed commentary.

“I want to preface it with this.” He nodded, urging you to go on.

“I don't want to be something that you want to be with because you just got out of a relationship or because you pity me. I want the person I want to be with to genuinely want to be with me with no other reason besides genuinely wanting me. I’m done chasing someone I have no chance with.”

He nodded sincerely, he took your hands, stroking your hand with his thumb as he stared deep back in your eyes, awaiting more words and truly breathing in every one of them.

“I genuinely want to be with you with all my heart and I think about you all time even when I’m trying not to. With that in consideration, I think, or at least hope, that you feel the way I do, but I want to take things as slow as possible if that’s okay—no, I’m going to take things as slow as possible. I guarantee you. And if you can’t handle it, then what you’re wanting is not with me.”

He offered you a soft, understanding smile and nodded once more. You spread your wingspan and enveloped him in a hug. Your frost flushed cheeks crushed against the warmth of his padded jacket and you couldn’t help felt instantly better against the cold. His hand took the back of your head naturally and smoothed down the strange moving against the cool breeze. You and Chan had few unspoken moments, given that you both almost had no idea how to shit up, but this was the most crucial moment of silence you’ve shared by far. There was nothing more blissful than the person you wanted to be with in the whole world wanted to be with in the same way.

“I want to be with you. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as I’m on your mind like you're in mind, there is nothing else that will stand in the way of that. I’ll fight all the Seungcheols in the world to make that happen.”

“Yeah, about that.” You pulled away from your embrace to look at him with a deadpan face. “Your brother is pretty much the bane of my existence at the moment. I’m kicking his ass as soon as I see him at work again.”

“What did he do now?”

“He apparently knew…everything? Care to explain.”

“Who knows what goes on in the geezer’s mind,” he attempted to change the subject, bring you back in an overbearing hug, “aren’t you glad we’re together again?”

You can imagine his cheesy grin and the overly sweet voice made you think otherwise about his answer. “Chan.”

“Yes, my love.”

“Are you and Seungcheol keeping something from me?”

He sighed, pressing his lips on your head. “I promised myself I’d be honest from now on.”

He pushed you at an arm's length and gripped your shoulders, and then let his words come out as earnest as they could. “He was the first person I came to after everything that happened. And in turn I admitted your feelings—”

“You have the biggest fucking mouth—”

“And to my relief, he had no feelings for you, therefore no competition, but he was sure of yours for me, so he made me trust him with our secrets and he’d promise that he’d make us happen.”

“You and Seungcheol are possibly the worst pair of siblings I’ve ever met. I hate you both. I’m never dealing with brothers again—”

“And you won’t have to because I’m not going to give you another reason to leave. Please stay with me.” He tightened around you, relief releasing out of him like air out of a balloon and. “Don’t leave me hanging while I fall deeper in love with you.”

“Y-you fall, what?” You muffled his jacket, shaken to your core.

“I’m in love with you.”

What were you supposed to say to something like that?

“You did not just fucking say ‘thank you’ to my brother. Coward.”

“Okay, fuck you, Seungcheol. And this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t fucking meddled. No one has ever confessed their undying love for me before, okay?”

“How about ‘I love you too,’ or maybe the lighter, ‘I’m not quite there yet, but let's see where life takes us.’ Any of those would fucking do.”

You pointed at him frantically. “You’re the fucker that got him obsessed with romantic comedies, aren’t you, you bitch?”

“Everyone love rom coms, bitch. Stop changing the subject. How are you gonna admit you’re in love with him to me and not him?”

“He keeps reciting movie lines to me, you hoe. The fuck are you, queer Cupid?”

Christmas was a turning point in your lives. Having gotten over your attraction to your long-time work friend, he and you have grown closer over time and are randomly throwing slurs at each other like it’s the Olympics for it. You were able to look past his good looks and charming personality to realize what he truly is, a nosy and talkative human being just like the rest of us. Your dynamic had changed for the better, but now Seungcheol had all the reason to annoy the fuck of you about your love life without worrying about your feelings.

“You’re lucky ass is fortunate enough to have a queer Cupid. You know how long I had to deal with your two pathetic asses when my love life was going nowhere. Thank Fucking God Jeonghan took the fucking hint and let me emotionally smash.”

You placed both your palms over your red ears. “I don’t wanna hear you smash anything, emotional or not.”

“Why, scared you’ll get jealous and fall for me again?” He taunted.

“You bring that up one more time, mother fucker, the next thing you’re smashing is the office building as I throw you against it.”

“It’d be funny to see you try.”

“If you weren’t Fucking Chan’s brother—”

“You’d never end up with him in the first place. You’re welcome. Speaking of, why the fuck did you say ‘thank you’ and not give him a normal answer like a normal person?”

“I don’t have explain shit. Chan understood what I meant.”

He gave you a stupefied look. “No, he didn't. The boy is as dumb as a doornail.”

“He’s not dumb,” you defended, “he’s just…slow, sometimes.”

Your phone went off without a hitch and you identified the new name you had for Chan on your phone, immediately reaching for it. “Hi, Chan. How are you?”

Seungcheol gave you a distasteful glance hearing you transition in tone. You stuck a finger out to the man, awaiting the voice of the man of the hour on the other line.

“Hi, just seeing if you’d pick up since it’s your lunch and all. Also, can you and Seungcheol stop talking about me, my ears are itching like crazy.”

You glared over at your friend before clearing your throat and excused yourself to the ladies' room. You pressed the phone against your ear, smiling, ecstatic at the sound of his voice. You would think after saying such a thing after his confession things would be awkward but Chan has proven himself to be more reliable and understanding than you expected. He allowed you all the time you needed to collect your thoughts before you can give him a new answer, even when you knew the answer all this time.

“Any other reason for your call?”

“Just wondering whether you had plans for the new year. I was surprised when you said you were working some days before then and thought I should make plans with you before you decided on taking on New Year's for extra money or something.”

Chan was looking for a reason to see you again. Christmas was a godsend and all he could think about the next time he see you. Time was of the essence and although he knew to give you time, he was itching for the moment to kiss you again.

“Nope, no plans of any kind, no work. Did you have something in mind?”

At the moment, your relationship was undefined and that was okay. You wanted to take it slow after all, but you had admitted to fantasizing the ways you and Chan would finally find a way to make it official without either one of you worrying about making some sort of misunderstanding. You were getting your hopes up, just a little bit.

“Maybe we could…take a trip?”

“Trip? Together?” You swallowed. “Just the two of us? Sounds kind of intimate.”

“Well, there'll be two separate beds. I was thinking a cabin. Maybe a campfire, a mountain trail, a lake. Like a lodging trip, an escape from the city. What do you think?”

It sounded like a set for a murder, to be honest, or the making of a perfect winter getaway with the one person you wanted to get alone with.

“You’re not gonna Michael Meyers me, are you?”

“What, no…unless that’s what you’re into?”

You laughed at him, hands pressed over your cheek. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“We can go grocery shopping together if you want? Only enough for an overnight.”

“Okay, after I get out of work then?”

“Perfect.”

You bid Seungcheol a frantic farewell as you hurriedly headed on the road to Chan’s apartment building. You buzzed yourself in and waited for the owner to welcome you in. Chan greeted you with a smile matching yours, bringing you inside without a second thought.

“How has your day been?”

You sat on a bar stool as he got drinks from the fridge and placed a pre-opened icy cold bottle on the counter for you, opening his own in front of you. “Glad it’s over and the weekend. How convenient that corporate holidays literally fall on Saturdays and Sundays. It’s like my superiors planned all this so they could lay on the work thick. You’re so lucky to have your schedule. I’d die to have a job like yours.”

“There’s a lot of pressure though. I was working with a guy for a month before we sold his house,” he took a swig of his refreshing drink before closing it and placing it in his kitchen counter, “given the house did sell for a lot, the guy was such an ass. Like really fuck off.”

“Wasn’t it, Seungkwan’s house?” You narrowed at him cheekily.

“My point exactly. I’m not doing him any favors again. Hansol Hyung can deal with him.”

You smiled along with him as he continued to vent, not at all minding until you both set out for that grocery shopping. Chan drove this time, peacefully quiet on the ride to the store there, occasional glances being exchanged. Once reaching the store, it had luckily all you needed from marshmallows and chocolate to deli meat and hard liquor to liven up the night.

“Anything else we’re missing?” You asked looking over an online article of ‘must haves’ for a camping trip.

“Think maybe we would use playing cards or board games. There’s no internet, we’d be off the grid.”

“Hmm,” you scanned over an array of toys and board games that didn’t require wifi or much thought for that matter and landed on an interesting deck of truth or dare cards, plucking it from its aisle.

“And you call me the middle schooler,” He scoffed

“I had no one to play this with as a kid. Wouldn’t it be fun to just be childish and ask dumb questions like,” you turned the box over for an example, “‘what’s the dirtiest place you—oh. You’re right, we don’t have to—“

“You’ve changed my mind, truth or dare sounds great!” Chan grabbed it from your grasp and placed it in the cart, walking ahead of you to the cashier.

With much resistance on your end, Chan goes through with buying the deck of cards and you followed behind him, a red hue imprinted on your cheeks as he led you to his car.

“We’re gonna have a great time,” Chan repeated with a smile.

“Can we just skip over the really personal questions?”

“You do that, I’ll make you do all the dares.”

“But I don’t know what on those dares!”

He grinned looking over at you briefly before his eyes were back on the road. “That’s the fun of it.”

His car reached your place and you both end up splitting the camping supplies, not want neither one has the burden of having all of them at one place, and Chan insisted on holding the game cards so you have no opportunity to get rid of them. And the last you saw before you took off was that wide grin on his face saying the words, “I can’t wait to get you to do what I say.”

They sent shivers down your spine in bed, a wet arousal taking over in the thin material of your panties, making your legs clench together at the sensation. You and Chan had not been as affectionate since the few weeks you were fake dating, let alone ever had sex in any point of time, but you had the spidey senses telling you that it might change this trip, and that made you admittedly look forward to the trip more. You pulled the covers over your head, lost in your dirty thoughts.

You could feel your hand trail down to a path of no going back and imagined a sweaty Lee Chan towering over you and you laid breathless underneath him. You could mentally hear him call out your name and gain control, handling you however he wanted and you telling him your deep desires as he sensually reciprocates. You pressed your lips in a firm line, suppressing your moans as you pictured your fingers to be his with his lips trailing over your body. He’d be going at the perfect pace, the kind that’d urge you to say, ‘just like that,’ all while he curled his lips up in the sexy grin he’d make. He’d fuck you like a champion, and you could feel it hit you. Your moans would slip past your lips, not bothering to quiet yourself any longer, meeting your ultimate—phone call.

You frantically wiped your fingers on your sleepwear, noticing the devil's name himself on the caller id. “H-hey Chan…what’s up?”

“Not much, just wanted to hear your voice before I go to sleep.”

“O-oh..how sweet.”

“Why do you sound so tired, you’re taking a breath every three seconds.” He questioned.

“Oh,” you coughed, “I just came from a run. Still kind of tired.”

“Oh, okay. Pretty late in the night, thought you’d be sleeping.”

“Well, I wasn’t sleepy, thought I’d, you know, tired myself out.” How true that statement was.

“Aw, well I hope you can get to sleep soon. If you still can’t, just call me and I can lull you to sleep.” He chuckled.

“I’ll consider it,” you respond nervously, knowing how his voice would be far from the solution to your recent restlessness, “I’m gonna take a shower. Good night Chan.”

“Good night, Y/n.”

You hung up on him, bathing in your own sinful guilt, just knowing this was going to be a really long trip.

After relentless days of paperwork and Seungcheol’s snarky remarks regarding how you needed to ‘get it on,’ you were getting ready to meet with Chan in the middle and take a shuttle to the location. He was giddy seeing your face and took your hand in the first opportunity he got. He sighed in content as your bottoms landed on the comforting cushion of the seats.

“This’ll be so fun,” he exclaimed.

“How far is it?”

“It’s a two hour drive. We’ll have this little place with a bathroom, kitchen, and even a place for a campfire. I’m so excited. I hope you like it.” He softly clapped.

You tilted your head at him. “How’d you find this company in the first place?”

“A coworker of mine took his girlfriend there. Said they had a great time and I thought it’d be fun to see the stars for the new year, instead of loud fireworks polluting the air. I mean, I like how they look, but it's nice to see something different for a change and breathe some fresh air.”

You grinned, appreciating his answer. He looked like a student getting ready for a field trip, all smiles watching people load on the bus. You left occasional glances at his hands, tapping restlessly on his armrest. He was being so cute right now, you could just die.

When he turned his head to you, taking your hand as if he read your mind and squeezed. “I’m happy you’re the one going with me.”

His eyes were lit up, being all the fireworks you could ever need for this new year. You returned his gleeful expression. “Me too.”

Every group or person had a small cabin to themselves, all varying in size according to the size of their party. You and Chan shared a smaller cabin with a small kitchen and bathroom as he mentioned. It was cozy and simple, like one of those pretty getaway spots you’d find on Pinterest. The beds were toppled over each other like a bunk bed. One queen size hovered over the other attached on the wall with enough space for one to not bump head against the hard surface of either the ceiling or the top bed.

“This is so cute,” you said in awe.

“Wow, this is way better than the pictures. Which bed do you want?”

“Well what about you,” you retorted, “what bed do you want?”

He shrugged, “I’m okay with either one.”

“Alright then, I’ll take the top.” You pointed.

“Good call. I’d probably fall off that somehow.”

You grabbed that railings that lead you up to the spot you’ll be slumbering tonight and tested your weight against it, watching it pass your inspection. You gave him a thumbs up and climbed back down to help him unpack your belongings. It was somewhere between too early and just right for lunchtime that you both agreed to make an array of food for brunch. You gazed upon the sizzling bacon and at the same time ensure the waffles were browning perfectly. Chan handled squeezing the juice out of several fresh oranges and watched the frozen packaged fried chicken heat up in the conventional oven.

“Ugh, the cabin is gonna smell so good. I’ll be craving bacon all night.” You groaned, hearing your stomach growl.

“Good thing we brought plenty. After the bacon is done, we can use that same pan for eggs.”

“Smart.”

The moment the freshly made crispy bacon hit your taste buds, you hummed in bliss. Chan divulged into your waffles and his eyes lip up at the crunchy top layer and immediately transformed into a buttery, sweet flavor in his mouth. “Your waffles are so perfect. This is the cooking that I neglected.”

You gestured proudly at your form. “The best you’ll get in these parts. So far I’ve heard no complaints.”

“Man, if dinner is anything like this, I’m going to your place every meal.”

When the meal ended, you both pulled out your source of entertainment for tonight. You managed to pack a Bluetooth speaker and a playlist downloaded from your phone, blasting some comforting lofi beats in the background. Chan, on the other hand, grabbed the forsaken cards out the front sleeve of his backpack and grinned at you sinisterly.

“Time to play,” he sang.

You answered him with a look of disparity, forcing yourself to follow him in his direction and accompany him on his bed. He shuffled each deck in front of you, red indicating truth and blue indicating dare. The first card to be pulled out was by your hand, an alarming red.

“‘When was the last time you masturbated to someone in this room?’ Oh my god, this was in the toy section of Target!”

Chan let out a hearty laugh, toppling over on his bed, watching as you get a mini panic with a hard blush on your face over the frankness of those words on the card. “This is too good. Well, answer the question, or.”

He grabbed a bottle of tequila from the fridge and popped it open in front of you. Two shot glasses appeared in his hands and he poured two hefty glasses on the kitchen counter before handing one to you. “You can take a shot. ”

“We’re starting off so strong, though. What kind of question is this?” You sputtered.

“Drink then. Or answer, you’re safe here.” He grinned mischievously.

You swallowed down the contents of the glass, hating how it left a burning sensation in your throat.

“You’re boring.” He pouted.

“And you’re evil. Your turn.”

He grabbed a blue card, and read the lines. “Get comfortable, strip yourself of any article of clothing on your body.”

Your eyes widen, almost scared, yet excited, at what he’s prepared to about to remove from his body, “you can just drink—”

“I guess you finally do get to see me strip, huh?”

His hands rose in the air, ghosting over his body. A sly smile appeared on his face, noticing your eyes follow him. “What’ll it be?”

His digits landed on the fabric of his long sleeve, smoothing over the texture, but ultimately moving past it. He teased the hem of his jeans. The pad of his thumb and index pressed around the hem firm and slid around the waistband. He even made his way to the top button, feigning any intention of unlatching such. Instead, his body landed back on the bed. He lifted a leg up in the air and reached for his sock, pulling at the tip and sliding it off, exposing his bare foot.

“While I’m at it,” his arm stretched over at the over foot, and before he could you kicked him with your own foot, erupting a fit of laughter from him.

“You should’ve just drank.”

“But the look on your face is so worth it.”

He laughed with his lips and eyes. It was almost annoying how attractive even his laughing was, which was one of your weak points, to be frank. How could someone with their whole mouth open look just as cute with their mouth closed?

With a scowl on your face, you grabbed the next red card and read it out loud. “What was the most scandalous thing you’ve worn in public, extra points for pics.”

Chan let out an intrigued ‘ooh,’ and nudged your side. “Any memorable, wild phases?”

You licked your lips before grabbing your phone from your back pocket. You looked through your photo album, while Chan tried to get a sneak peek. You tapped a peculiar photo and handed it to Chan willingly. When his eyes landed on the photo, he was pleasantly surprised and turned on by the rare photo of you dressed so skimpy.

“I met a girl who offered a gig as a shot girl for this expensive event and she’d guarantee that I’d get a decent cut and a fair amount of tips. One condition was that I’d have to get dressed in something pretty revealing.”

In the photo were you and two other girls, matching in outfits, all have in common a tiny little top that showed more than enough of your cleavage along with a tiny pleated skirt that was just the length to cover your midsection and the skin of your cheeks. This was enough to get Chan’s throat dry and whatever he had going on down there was happy to see it. You looked almost shocked there as if you were surprised the photo was being taken, but that expression itself was seemly erotic to the point of him picturing you making the same face underneath him.

Chan cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure, and handed the phone back to you with his eyes still lingering on the screen. “I’m shocked. Didn’t think you had that in you.”

“When you’re a broke college student, you’d do a lot of things for a quick buck. That gig alone got me two months' rent and an all-expense-paid dinner by the party host. I can’t lie, it was a great time.”

“So…you still have that outfit?” He raised a brow.

You shook your head, feeling the slight hun of the tequila in your system. “I just borrowed the outfit, but I think about it every day. My tits look great in that photo.”

“They really do.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty, playfully shoving him. “Truth or dare.”

“I’ll do truth this time.” Picking out a card from the red deck, he read the words, “What’s the biggest turn on you learned you had from being with someone?”

“Now that sounds interesting.”

Chan grinned before pouring himself a shot glass and downing it instantly.

“Hypocrite. It wasn’t even that bad a question.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one drinking. Thought I’d join in on the fun.”

Despite being only 3pm, many shots were taken, many questions and dares were done, leaving only two red individuals, flushed from either the alcohol or the embarrassment of having done all that you did.

“Who's winning?” You slurred.

“Who's counting?” Chan slurred back.

“Okay then, dare…Let someone text anything they want to the last partner you were with.” You huffed a big breath of air. “I really don’t wanna do that but I am way too drunk to drink anymore.”

Chan happily obliged, watching you pick out the contact allowing him to take your phone and he began to read his message aloud. “‘I can't wait to ride you tonight.’ Winky face. ‘Oops, sorry that was for someone else. My bad.’”

He sent it satisfied, tossing it back to you and you shook your head at him, comfortably stomach down on his bed. “God, you’re so crude. Your turn.”

He drew another blue card. “Give a person of your choice a…lap dance.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why are you smiling so hard? Just come here and get it over with.”

You sat up on the end of the bed and Chan on the opposite got up from the bed. He stood firmly in front of you, balancing himself by leveraging the loft bed with a strong grip. He stared down at you in a dark daze, a boyish smile on his face. He always looked for an opportunity to show off and being a bit tipsy, he had more confidence than necessary. He threw his right leg over one side of your body and the other to your left. His body hovered over your thighs before landing down. He naturally swayed his hips, slight thrusts made in your direction every few seconds. His chest would hit against yours and those eyes would watch for the even slightest change in reaction.

You didn’t know where to look. Fully clothed, Chan managed to perform well, even teasing to pull at the hem of his shirt like previously, only this time to follow through, and exposed how he had nothing underneath. His body was like a work of art, created and formed like sculpted in detail in a heavenly vision. He had this manic-looking smile, and you submitted to his guidance when he took your hands to place them on his flushed skin. He was drunk beyond compare but he was far from clumsy. Your hands smoothed over the mold of his torso and mouthed a word of awe. Your hand wandered and much to Chan’s pleasure, resulting in a bunched-up excitement in the crotch of his pants. You felt it graze you as he grinded, lost in his dance, lost in your eyes, lost on how indescribably drunk he was on your touch and however many shots he’s taken.

You met each other’s foreheads, you mixing your beads of nerves with his of exhilaration. His mouth opened agape, too focused to utter words, as his hands cupped your face. He was breathless as his lips ghosted over yours, feeling him slow down his pace for a more slow and sensual grind. Your hands took place on his back, elbows down and hands up. He lingered, holding on a longing gaze. If it hadn’t been for the loud birds heard in the distance, who knew how long it would go or where you would end up. You looked down at your lap, sobering up at the sight of the tent in his pants.

“Uh, wow, maybe you really are a seasoned dancer.” You managed to utter.

“It helps in cases other than the dance floor.”

“Right. Well, that was fun. I think I’m gonna take a walk.” You slid from underneath and took your coat and beanie from the chair.

Chan landed back in the bed puzzled. He wondered whether he scared you or had been too forward, feeling himself sober up as well. He watched as you managed to grab things and help yourself out the door. He urged himself to follow after, quickly dressing conservatively.

You sighed in relief as the cool breeze hit your red cheeks, cooling you off from the intense experience you’ve had just moments before; and walked along the trail. Chan followed after, immediately catching up to you and matching your pace. You walk along beside each other buzzed and appreciating the beauty of nature you both hardly get to see residing inside the city.

“It’s peaceful out here.” You mention awkwardly.

“I can see why people intentionally live in the woods. Must be nice to wake up to the sounds of nature.”

“Yeah.”

God, there was that silence again. You twiddled with your fingers, watching him from the corner of your eye, still blushing from the thought of his drunken state. You couldn’t help but run those dark, sexual thoughts in your head, knowing he’d probably be doing the same but tried restraining yourself before something could happen. Who knows what will happen the moment you give into the tiny devil on your shoulder. Chan would look to your side more boldly than you would and the worry was explicit on his face as he pondered the idea of whether you were starting to have regrets agreeing to the trip.

“That might have been too far. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at him. “Oh no, not that. I’m just—I want to see the trail since we only saw it from the drive here. It’s cool how everyone gets their own perimeter of the area so that they can have their own privacy. It's like you actually have a mini-vacation away from the city. I feel like I’ve seen this before in a movie. Except it’s way better and you don’t have to see other people to have a good time in the woods—and I’m rambling aren’t I?”

Chan let a soft grin appear on his face and nodded. You shielded away from his gaze, knowing you’d just get probably just be no better than the first and second time you kissed him; on the verge of taking every piece of clothing so you could feel his skin against yours. You were shocked at your own thoughts, curious how this lack of control erupted, and are constantly reminded that it had been Chan’s doing as he took your hand and intertwined it with his. Neither of you thought to bring gloves, so you simply relied on the warmth of each other’s body heat.

“There’s a lake out here. We can look over it and maybe see some animals before we get dinner going and a campfire.” Chan offered.

You nodded in agreement and trod the dirt-coated surface under your feet. The weather was sunny with a chance of freezing to death, so the campfire sounded lovely in theory. His hand clasped with yours, slipping into his coat pocket. The padded material surrounded your cool skin. You wondered if that campfire was necessary anymore from the heat building up for his natural warmth.

You had been walking together sometime and you noticed a big boulder fit enough for two people. Pointing in its direction, you nudged nonverbally for you both to sit. He hummed and allowed you to lead him to a seat. Your hands still attached, he reeled you in beside him, your knees touching.

“I have a lot to say to you and with a few drinks, I think I can finally say some of it without it becoming nonsense.” You announced without looking at him.

“Okay.”

“I lied. I was mad at you then and sometimes I still am. But when I look at you, it starts to go away and maybe I don’t want it to go away. Maybe I want to stay mad at you for a little longer because I think you deserve it. But you’re also hard to stay mad at, I’ve learned. And I’m only mad at you because I genuinely think about being with you, but you probably knew about all that already.”

“I didn’t, actually. You’re harder to read than you think.” He admitted. “Thank you for telling me.”

“That’s what makes you more irritating, you know. I should hate you, but here I am with you. Thinking about you,” you meet his eyes that stared hopefully at you, “looking at you, caring about you.”

“That’s a lot of things having to do with me…I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared.” He jestered with a lighthearted smile.

“If anything I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll start liking you too much. I’ve been at the before I don’t know whether I can fully trust you or anyone yet. Wanna hear a story?”

He nodded.

“That ex you texted. He was my first love. I really liked him. Then he realized he didn’t like me as much as I liked him and he left me alone when I thought we were at our happiest. If there’s anything that's more scary than being alone, that’s being happy and having it taken away from you. I’m scared of being happy. I was content with adequacy. Until you.”

You took a deep breath. “Are you going to do that? Are you going to take it away when I’m happy with you and I expect it the least? How long do you think you’ll be in love with me?”

Chan has yet to live another day being totally shell shocked by your innermost thoughts, pain being struck deep at his core. He didn’t know how no one could not love you that way he does. Your eyes spoke stories that way your lips did and every word you uttered with another painstakingly harsh reality you’ve once faced. He loved that about you. He loved despite the shit you’ve gone through, you were stronger than you’ve ever been and although you didn’t need it, he wanted to protect you. He wanted to offer you only the best things in life to you and would want you to never have to experience those kinds of things again.

“I’ll always love you. When I love someone, I’m meant to love them for as long as they love me, but with you I hope that you look at me like how you are right now for as long as I’m alive. That’s what was the first thing I found attractive about you; your eyes.”

“My eyes? What about them?”

“You alway look like you have more to say and things you didn’t say, I imagined what you could be saying with your eyes. Happy,

sad, angry; they look pretty no matter what mood you’re in, but they’re the prettiest when you look happy. And I want to see that everyday.”

“Good.”

You reached to cup his cheek and held your lips against his, softly pressing pressure. He closed his eyes at impact and moved along more slowly at your tempo. Your body directed towards and sighed in content at the familiar sensation you missed. The reunion was brief but nonetheless impactful as any other kiss you’ve shared.

“You hungry? Should we go back and cook that steak?” Chan said, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You groaned, “Oh my god. I forgot we bought steak. That over a skillet on an open fire sounds so heavenly right now.”

You both giddily headed back to your quarters and you were the first one to the fridge, readily grabbing the perfect cuts of meat. Chan got the fire started and you started seasoning and concocting an herb butter to grease up the skillet. Bring the ingredients out, you hand Chan a pair of heat resistant mitts to match yours. It fascinated you to cook outside for the first time. The fire rose high and you were in the constant worry of Chan hurting himself, asking him occasionally if he needed any help. He would give the same answer with a cute grin, assuring you there was nothing to worry about and luckily he was right. The steaks were cooked to a golden brown and once cut contained the medium rare pink you wanted.

“I don’t want the night to end. It needs to stay 2021 for a little longer.” You moaned with meat in your mouth.

“You realize we’ll be here even 2022. We’re sleeping at night. You know what that means?”

“S’mores?” You lit up.

“That and more truth or dare,” he teased.

“Noooo.”

“Yessss.”

Chan went on his word when he said you were playing again and it felt like the cards got progressively worse as the sun went down. There was a mess of red and blue on the bed and were met again with a red flush from chickening out on so many truths and/or dares. Chan seemed mostly fine. He was just straight up drinking no matter the truth or dare to catch up with you.

“Wear your underwear as a hat a whole turn. That’s fucked up.”

Chan let out a trail of clown laughter hearing the words as you stretched out to pick the clean undergarment from your duffle and stretched its elastic over your head. “It’s only until you do your next dare anyway, it's your turn, Chan.”

“What is the—oh my fucking god I can’t take you seriously looking at you!”

“Shut up and read!”

“Okay, okay, captain underpants. What is the most…you’ve done for sex…wow…Well, we both know the answer to that question.” He reached out for the glass but you halted him in his tracks.

“No, no, say what's the worst thing you’ve done.”

He coughed. “Well, if I had to pick one, out of all the shit I’ve done to you back then, it was probably…that cafeteria raid; your breaking point. The shittiest thing I’ve ever done to a person. All of them were bad, but that was the first time I saw your reaction to it. The moment I think I humanized you…I’m sorry.”

The cafeteria raid was one of the most humiliating moments of your life. Worse than Prom night even. It was the day Hana and her posse of clout chasers, minions, and followers all ganged on you together. Picking all the cafeteria trays they could, they would throw them at you, brushing you from head to toe, making you walk from class to class the rest of the day, stained with condiments and that day's lunch. It was why you brought your own lunch so often or met Seungcheol who brought lunch to you. You had a hard time stepping into cafeterias or cafeteria-themed restaurants until you could slowly ease out of your trauma. You couldn’t exactly remember Chan’s face that day, him not being such a significant person to you in the past, but you remembered his laugh. That precious laugh you loved was so evil then.

You felt yourself boiling for a moment until you reminded yourself that it’s all that was going to be; just one moment of your past. Things were different and you were doing well. Chan had this obvious guilt that showed on his face and you softened. Despite being the one with the panty over their head, Chan was probably the most embarrassed for his actions.

“Hey…water under the bridge, okay. It’s not fine what you or any of them did, but you have remorse and that’s what matters okay. I’ll go next.”

You left a soft stroke to his side before pulling a blue card. “Remove your bra without taking off your shirt. Again with the underwear!”

“You don’t have to do this o—”

“I’m doing it, it's not that bad, fairly easy actually.”

You pulled the panty off your head and put your arms under your shirt, slipping underneath to reach the clasp. Unhooking the metal pieces, you slipped one arm out of a strap and then the other. Quickly and efficiently, you pulled it from under your shirt, revealing a pretty lavender sheer piece with gold flowers embroidered all over. If you were being honest, you were exposing yourself a lot sooner than you thought you would in front of Chan tonight, but it was New Year’s Eve, who gives a fuck?

“I have much to learn from your skills and choice of lingerie…is it a matching set?”

You chuckled, not answering, and simply gestured to him to pick another card out.

“Figures.” He took another red card. “When do you feel the sexiest? Hmmm. That has to be after I perform a dance, but shit I haven’t danced in so long. Last time was probably when I volunteered to teach tango for my company’s fundraising event.”

“But you’re always sexy.” You blurted out.

“Oh.” He winked. “When do you think I’m the sexiest if I’m always sexy?”

“That’s not on my card so I’m not answering…Make out with someone of your choice, and don’t stop until the other gives out.” You glanced over at Chan and he was cheesing like there was no tomorrow.

You smile at him with your hand teasingly hovering over the tequila bottle but Chan came crashing down and the last words you heard before he deep dived with his tongue were, “Like hell you are.”

His arms gripped your arms as he pulled you on top of him, his back against the bed and the cards on the bed briefly launching up in the air at impact. His kiss was sloppy and overtly confident as a typical drunk is. You giggled down at him, reciprocating just as messily. Neither of you took it seriously initially, but once both held the gravity of the situation, the kiss got deeper and aggressive. You went on him slow but hard, your thighs clenching around his form as Chan’s hands grew curious underneath your shirt and remembered how you removed your bra just moments before. He traced over the smooth surfaces and some that were textured. He couldn’t feel more at home under you.

You could feel him poking at your thigh but it doesn't scare you off this time. You embraced it instead and grinded down, letting it hit the warm arousal pooling inside you. He uttered a deep groan, reaching for the help of your shirt and helping you pull it over your head and onto the side of the bed. His half-opened eyes followed the drop of your breast as gravity pulled it down into view, while you positioned yourself up. You reached down to the end of his long sleeve and helped him as he did you, exposing both your torsos, making you grin eagerly as the stiffness of your nipples hit the sensation of his cool skin when you reunited for another kiss.

His fingers wove into your hair, thoughtfully palming over an exposed breast, while you trailed down his chest, tracing down every dent and line you found on his body. You then met the top of his jeans, the same one that taunted you in Chan’s so-called ‘strip tease.’ Unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, palming the member over the precum-stained briefs. You let out a low chuckle.

“It’s a good feeling knowing how cute you get when you’re horny.”

“Cute, huh. It's only cute because you’re the one on top of me. It wouldn’t be so cute when pounding inside you.” He growled.

“Too bad I'm in charge then.”

You slipped out of your track pants, leaving you in only the cheeky underwear that was missing its other half. Slack-jaw, Chan was left breathless. No wet dream he had of anyone would compete against how you looked so confident and determined to dominate while on top of him. You pushed your hair to the side, satisfied at his reaction. You push the hair on his forehead, slicking it back on his head as you stick your tongue out of the corner of your mouth.

“I’m going to play with you like you played with me. Is that okay, Chan?” You stroked the side of his face, a dark alluring voice lulling him to a spell of unconditional compliance.

He nodded mindlessly, only watching as you had him in your complete control.

“I’m going to need to hear it from you, baby.”

You caused a stir in the pit of his stomach as he tried responding calmly to the abrupt use of a pet name.

“I…I would really like that.”

You hummed, brushing your thumb over the bottom of his swollen lips. You scoffed. “I wouldn’t have known how soft you get and easy to control if you hadn’t been so awful to me. Maybe I would’ve really tried to steal you back then. You would’ve liked that, I imagine.”

“I think I’d do anything you’d want me to.”

“Really?” You prodded.

“Yes.”

“Then…” you drew your lips to his ear, one hand slipping past his undergarments and claiming the inflated shaft, twitching in your grasp, “I bet you’d really like it if I touched there. Your cock is huge in my hand.”

“Oh, y/n…”

“Tell me how you’d like it. My hands, my mouth, or should we just get straight into the most exciting part?” You tensed him between your fingers, urging a throaty groan.

“I want it…how ever you want it.”

“Wow, you really do want to make me happy.” You moved off from him and spread his legs apart.

You made yourself comfortable in between his firm thighs. Pulling your hair in between your thumb and index, your free hand rested on his crotch before pulling his briefs and pants down completely. You admired him in his entirety, almost In disbelief how he was all yours. You dipped your head, wrapping your lips on his top before letting him go in a slick pop. Kitten licks teasing his shaft, you took your sweet time before capturing him in your mouth, not breaking eye contact once.

Chan started biting the inside of his cheek, licking his lips as the pure vision of you going down on him. If he lacked the control, he’d love to see his cum shoot up your mouth and watch you swallow, not missing a single drop. Chan found himself taking charge most of the time in the bedroom, but it was refreshing seeing you take the initiative. Somehow he knew that you’d make things more interesting.

You unraveled him from your lips. Chan swallowed at your release, cutting himself close from the steady path of his dry orgasm. If he wasn’t enjoying himself, he’d show you what a real orgasm was, but he continued to play along.

“Have you had someone sit on your face before?”

“N-no? That actually happens?” He stuttered.

You hummed an affirmation, slipping the final piece of clothing off your body and falling to the ground. “Tell me what you think. Would you like my pussy all over that cute mouth of yours?”

“I’d love your pretty pussy on my mouth.” He responded not even a beat later.

You let out a low moan, positioning yourself to hover over his head. His fingers instinctively firmly around your thighs in a reliable grip, staring up at you with his pretty awestruck eyes. You were a lot different than he imagined you to be in bed, or maybe he gave you the motivation to act how you are now.

Your knees bent, dipping into the bed, and your wet folds delicately lowered and landed them where they belonged. Chan’s arms wrapped your legs, adjusting them to his comfort level, and ran a slick lick over your entrance. He took its shape in his mouth, savoring the foreign taste of your natural juices, and you watched his eyes gaze up at you as his mouth clenched around you to drink every drop.

You moaned deep and loudly, thrusting back and forth against his tongue as it penetrated inside you in the same tempo. “You’re good for more than your hips. Seeing as you like to talk, you’re good with your mouth too. And look so cute while doing it.”

He simply mumbled in responses, encouraged by your praises. He devoured you, plunging his tongue deeper inside, accustomed to the weight. It was intoxicating how sensational it felt. A new form of pleasure he’s neglected all this time and now can’t get enough of. It was perhaps the combination of watching the pleasure unfold and the new exciting power dynamics you introduced to him.

It had to eventually end and it did once you patted his arms to let you go. When he unlatched your thighs, you lay sprawled in his bed. Your eyes fluttered from the lingering sensation and you found yourself panting. Chan crawled on top of you, a blatant smile on his face. “Tired already? You done with me already?”

“You wish, I’m just getting started.” You took the back of his head and crashed against his lips, mixing the remnants of favors in each other mouths.

Chan was in bliss. He took you in his arms had you straddling his lap. His shaft pressed against your torso, aching to familiarize with your wall and mold it in his shape. You hooked his chin with your hand, reminding him how things were going to go tonight. “You’re still my plaything. And don’t worry, I won't inflict any real pain.”

“Then, is there anything else I can do for you?” He grinned.

“Maybe we can try another new thing, that is if baby is up for it?”

“What can baby do for you?”

He adapted well to his role truly embracing being handled instead of doing the handling. You took his hands and pinned them against the bed. Your body lined up with your arousal against his pulsing cock. “You’re going to watch me get off using your cock. It just won't be inside me.

Bunching his hands above his head, you utilized his cock and teased the tip with your entrance, wetting his swollen skin.

“Y/n.” He groaned. “Please.”

“Did I say you could call me by my name? You think a little fuckthing like you can even utter me by name? You know you don’t deserve it.” Your nails dug into his palms.

He softly winced, pleasantly surprised at such a dirty statement to leave your lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuckthings don’t talk, do they?”

He shook his head.

“Then I suggest you’re quiet until I ask you something.”

He nodded his head.

“Open your mouth for me.”

He obeyed your command and you ran your mouth over him harshly until his swollen lips bruised a beautiful red. You jutted him to your face, your thumb and index poking his cheeks until his tongue stuck out plainly in a hungry daze. You took the opportunity to develop a pool of saliva in your mouth and dropped it on the center of his tongue as Chan willingly took it. You forced his mouth closed, deadpan as you told him a simple command. “Swallow.”

He made a show of it, lifting up his chin to showcase his Adam's apple shift and then sticking his tongue back out with pride in his eyes.

“God, you’re so cute,” you muttered.

You proceeded to move his shaft against your folds, feeling yourself get wetter the longer you’re at it. Chan took soft breaths, his heart pounding at the slightest contact, but craved more. You were being so unfair, but maybe this was what he deserved. This was his ‘just desserts’ and perhaps he was starting to like it. All your attention was on him after all.

You positioned a breast over his mouth and he lapped it up like candy. You let go of his hands and he was able to hold them in his palms, massaging one as he teased the other. You bit your lips at the multitude of pleasure, yet it didn’t feel enough. You settled over his erect shaft and you both held on to the sensation of exploring each other's bodies. Chan sighed in relief, but his relief turned to immense gratification as you rocked slowly against him, your clit rubbed harshly against his crotch.

“What happened to not going inside you?” He asked, still fondling you.

“You’re too cute to not have your cock in me.”

He exhaled. “I-I like this version of you, it’s scary, but I like it.”

You softly smile at him, before pulling his hair making his grunt. “Then you’ll really like me fucking you until you’re cumming deep in pussy until you forget your own name.”

“Promise?” He giggled.

You bounced hard on his lap, his hands taking hold of your hips, and skin slapping were the only clear sounds you could hear. Both your moans ran like a marathon as your nails clawed down his chest and his fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass. One of your hands stopped at your clit, rubbing between your already damp fingers as you got yourself off. You could feel yourself twitching on top of him, feeling your orgasm close.

“I can’t take this anymore.” He shifted on top of the bed and used his advantage to flip you on your side.

“Chan!” You squealed.

One of your legs laid underneath him as the other was lifted in the air and against his chest. He lined himself up to you before plunging inside you without warning, and your eyes rolled back into your skull. His arms stroked against your sweaty sides and brought himself up to a steady pace, adjusting to your walls and loving how he got to see you squirm for the first time tonight.

“Baby’s not so cute anymore, is he? Did you have fun playing with Daddy’s cock when you had him defenseless?” He teased with a determined grin.

“I..s-sure…d-did.” You giggled, his cock still rocking in your core.

“Well, daddy’s taking care of you now.”

With his finger on your clit replacing yours, his cock squared up at your g-spot in little to no time. You burst in manic laughter, only feeling your intoxicated state grow as he clenched possessively on your body. You gave in to his dominance and allowed his control over your body, loving every second of it. “D-daddy’s…c-cock feels…s-so good in me…P-please don’t…s-stop.”

“Are you done being a brat? You think you can take daddy’s cock faster?”

“Y-y-yes…p-p-please…d-daddy.”

When you didn’t think he could go any faster, he cranked it up a notch. You concluded that his stamina was unmatched when felt his cock drove into you like a jackhammer into concrete. You felt like putty in his hands and he was ramming into until he was sure he was fucking you stupid. You were beginning to lose all sense of time, space, and even forgot where you were, only focused on the sounds and pleasure of his fat cock pushing in and out of you until you reached your first orgasm of the night.

You say first since it didn’t stop there, no matter how many times you told him how much you’ve already came, his only response was, “you said you’d made me cum until I forget my own name. I guess you’re going to have to cum a few more times to make that happen.”

You lost track of the time you spent, sensitive everywhere on your body, he fucked you until you were raw and swollen and you seemed to like it that way since your orgasm only prolonged since then, leaving you at an insistent wave of pleasure. Chan reached his peak after your third burst of pleasure that he came inside you and not stopping his thrusts until he ensured that his cum was as he called it, “well spent inside you.”

You deposited your bodies against the cushions on the bed in the dark because the sun has long gone down and neither of you thought of the bright idea of turning on the lights when you were fucking each other senseless. Your eyes relied on the lights stars in the sky and the solar-powered outdoor lamps thoroughly distributed on the woodland area that peaked from your widescreen windows. You glanced at Chan through the corner of your eye and he just stared up at the ceiling, tired and panting, until his expression twisted up in disbelief in processing the events of tonight.

“I can’t believe you spit in my mouth.”

You let out a little chortle, reaching up to move his sweaty strands of hair from his face. “And you did such a good job complying too.”

“You’re so lucky, I’m exhausted right now to fuck you against that window right now, little brat.”

“You’re the brat.” You retorted, crawling back on top of him, only having his arms snaked around your body.

“So this is gonna be our dynamic huh, some kind of weird power play? Okay, I don’t mind it. Where did you learn to do all that anyway?”

You lovingly gazed down on him. “Do you think this is my first rodeo or something? I know a thing or two about being the one on top. It's fun seeing you all whiny.”

“Evil bitch.” He chuckled.

“Whiny fuckthing…God, I love you.”

His stare shifted. “Y-you, love me?”

You caressed the side of his face, “Of course, I love you.”

Your body lifted up from the bed and you guided his body to do the same. You grabbed the sheets from your bed and covered your bare bodies. You started by placing it over his shoulders, his eyes big and wide like saucers as his happiness obvious as is.

“You really are like a baby,” You remarked, wrapping the blanket now around you as you held him, your chest against his. “Daddy my ass.”

He squeezed you in his grasp, smiling from ear to ear, his cheek landing on the top of your head. “You love me.”

You returned his smile.“Yeah, I do. A lot.”

Someone’s phone went off on the kitchen counter and Chan realized the sound to be his. He grabbed it and stared back at the display words he’d read back to you with love in his eyes, pressing a long kiss to your lips. “Happy New year.”

“Happy New year.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

Baby Grammy - Harry Styles

a/n: yall have no idea how obsessed i am with this whole dadrry x grammy concept and i think it will take me a month to process everything but in the meanwhile, accept this painfully cute fluff which is kind of part 2 to Grammy Winning Husband, but it serves well as a stand alone fic too!

pairing: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Pregnant!Reader

warning: just a little mentioning of some slight smut, nothing heavy or detailed

word count: 1.2k

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“You know, this makes a nice table décor,” you smirk, stuffing some more oatmeal into your mouth as the two of you sit at the dining table in the morning, Harry’s Grammy sitting in the middle of it, the morning sun making it sparkle right in front of your eyes.

“Yeah, but might be a little too flashy to keep it here,” he huffs with a grin as he finishes his breakfast. His eyes scan over the award, he still haven’t fully processed that he has won his first ever Grammy. “It’ll be fine in the study.”

“Wherever you want to keep it,” you smile at him, reaching over you squeeze his hand gently.

This morning has been peaceful but filled with wholesome moments. Waking up Harry’s hand was glued to your belly as he spooned you from behind, a tiny foot pushing right against his palm, wishing him a good morning in the best way possible. He kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until you hummed and blinked your eyes open.

“Good morning, Mr. Grammy,” you teased him, puckering your lips for a sweet morning kiss.

“That makes you Mrs. Grammy,” he grinned and leaning down he captured your lips in a deeper, more passionate kiss as his hand wandered up to your swollen breast, his touch gentle, knowing well how sensitive you’ve been.

The kiss soon escalated, especially when his hand moved down between your legs and you moaned his name. He made sure you started the day satisfied and you wouldn’t have felt like a good wife if you didn’t returne the favor, using your hands to please him. When your belly started growing in the beginning of your pregnancy, you had quite a few concerns Harry wouldn’t find you attractive anymore, that seeing you grow so big would be a turn off, but he assured you it would never be the case.

“You have no idea how big of a turn on it is to know that it’s my baby in there,” he murmured when one evening you spoke your fears finally and he has proven it enough since then that those weren’t just empty words.

You had a quick shower together before making breakfast and now the two of you have a whole day of doing nothing ahead of you, just what you need.

“Still hungry?” Harry asks when you finish your breakfast, but you shake your head no leaning back in your chair.

“No, it was more than enough. Thank you,” you smile at him as he kisses your forehead, grabbing your plates to bring it over to the sink and quickly rinse them.

Sighing happily your eyes fall to the award on the table, smiling proudly at the thought that your husband finally got the recognition he always deserved. You take the little golden phonograph to take a closer look at it, setting it on top of your belly. It’s been a common thing since your belly has been the size of a watermelon, one time Harry came home to you eating Oreos off of it and he didn’t stop teasing you about it for days. But what can you say? You didn’t feel like having to wash a plate so you used what you had.

What you don’t realize is when Harry comes back from the kitchen and his heart flutters in his chest at the sight. The light is coming from behind you as you sit sideways to him, making you appear like a silhouette with your big belly and the award on top of it. Harry can’t stop himself from grabbing his phone and snapping a rather artsy photo of the moment, immediately setting it as his lockscreen.

Walking up to you he shows you the photo and you smile with a blush.

“Can I… Can I post this?” he asks shyly, sitting back next to you. His hand runs down your stomach as you place the award back to the table.

“Oh, you sure about that?” you ask. At the very beginning of your pregnancy he expressed how he wanted to keep it private for as long as possible. He felt like it’s something he would like to experience without worrying about the world watching every step of his and yours. So far, you’ve been quite successful in it, other than your closest friends and family, no one even suspects that the two of you are about to become parents in a few weeks. Posting the photo would be a major change in the plan, not that you are bothered by it. You would have been fine with whatever he wanted, making it public wouldn’t have bothered you that much, so it was really his call on the situation.

“Yeah. I have never felt happier in my life and I want to share it with the world,” he nods.

“It would be your first post since your win, I’m afraid it would take the shine away from your achievement,” you tell him. You’re happy he wants to share the news with his fans, but your bump would surely take a bigger chunk of the spotlight if he posted that exact photo and you’d hate to make it about you when the Grammy is such a huge thing, all about him.

“Baby,” he smiles softly. “My biggest achievement is this right here,” he softly tells, cupping your belly once again. “And I wouldn’t have won that if you weren’t by my side,” he adds, nodding towards the award. “I just want to show the world how proud I am of everything I have. If people focus on you instead of the award, I’m more than okay with that,” he chuckles sweetly and you can feel your eye tearing up already. “You deserve all the attention and love.”

“I hate that you can make me cry so easily,” you laugh through your tears as you grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “You can post the picture if you want. Do whatever makes you happy.”

Smiling gratefully, he kisses you a few more times before he unlocks his phone and goes to Instagram. You rest your head on his shoulder as he edits the photo just a little, adding more contrast so it really is just your frame showing in the sunlight with the Grammy on top of your massive bump. He hesitates a little before typing in a capture for the post.

“Might convince her to make his second name Grammy.”

You start laughing as he grins at his hilarious joke, posting the picture, letting the world in on the happy news you’ve learned quite a few months before.

“Though it might be epic, we are not naming him Grammy,” you tell him, giving his arm a squeeze.

“Why not? We didn’t choose a second name, might sound interesting.”

“Theodore Grammy Styles? Nah-ah, don’t even think about it,” you shake your head, reaching for your juice on the table.

“No?” he smirks teasingly. “Just think about it, our little Baby Grammy! Aw!”

“Harry, I swear to God I’m leaving if you call our son Grammy again,” you warn him, but he sees the playful shine in your eyes, you both know it’s just a joke.

“Alright, we are sticking to our original plan,” he nods. Leaning over he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek before your belly gets one too. “Can’t wait to meet you, buddy,” he hums with the cheesiest but most genuine smile on his face.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

[random-stories-and-stuff]

Garland Greene x reader

Home Again

Requested: Nope

Warning: Nah

(Well, I’ve been wanting a fic for this man for forever and there is none, so I decided to do it. For those who are fans of Steve and love this character, this is for you boo!)

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Let's be real for a moment. In a sane person's mind would they, in knowing someone was a bad person, would they still try to pursue a relationship with them? No, they would not. But did you? Yes, yes you did. And with the worst person you could find. But truth be told, you only found out he was a murderer after he was arrested and charged for his crimes. But most people would actually cut all ties with them, you didn't. And truth be told you did get a lot of shit for it. But did you care? No. As a regular occurrence you'd visit Garland often. You'd tell him about the outside world, and how lonely the house is without him. He'd often joke to you about how maybe someday he'll jailbreak and come home and surprise you. Of course, he was one of the most dangerous serial killers of all time, making the Manson family look like the partridge family.

You had been at home when a group of police officers came to your door with a warrant to search your home. You had no idea what was even happening and not wanting to cause trouble you let them. When they were done one officer came to you with one of the most serious looks you had ever seen. "Do you know where he is?" Confused you shake your head "Do I know where who is?" You could see the officer's shaky behavior. "Garland Greene. Do you know where he is?" Holy shit. Is he implying that he's escaped? "Officer, the last time I saw Garland was when I visited him last week in jail. Please don't tell me he's escaped?" The officer nodded his head, "Yeah him and quite a few other very dangerous people. We suggest you come with us, for safety." "No, I would much rather stay here. I have plenty of things to keep me safe and trust me, I'm locking every single door and window when yall leave."

Of course, they kept pestering you and kept suggesting this and that, but in the end, you stayed home, and they left. Youd did lock every door and window. When you were done you went to your kitchen and made some coffee. While you were waiting for it get finished, something unexpected happened. "I thought you were over drinking coffee so late into the day?" That voice. That voice that you had gotten so used to hearing fill your house. You smiled and turned around and sure enough there he was. Some ugly brown jacket on his shoulders and of course the perfect white clothes. And those eyes, those blue pools. So many nights had you looked into them and fell into a deep sleep. "Well, being so lonely in this house, things have changed garland, mainly for the worst. But maybe since your here you can help me change them back." He chuckled at that. "You know I heard those police officers ask you where I was, and I couldn't help but hear you say, 'Please don't tell me he's escaped.' Are you not happy I'm home?" You roll your eyes at that "Garland, don't do that. You know that all I've wanted for years was for you to be home. I can't celebrate you escaping in front of them. Then people will really think I'm crazy." "Well, you do have to be a little off your rocker to be in love with someone like me." By now he's already crossed the threshold of the kitchen and was now in front of you, his arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes were closed, and your arms were wrapped around his neck. He was smiling and so were you. "God how many nights I wished and dreamed of seeing you again. and to finally touch you. Hearing your voice through that fucking phone, plagued my thoughts. I had forgotten how your voice actually sounded. But now that your home again, I am not letting you go this time. They'll have to take me with you." He hums in thought "How about we both go up to the bedroom and have a proper reunion?" You smirk and lean in closer to him. Your lips mere centimeters apart. "I've missed this the most." You say as you pull away before anything could happen. You turn the coffee pot off and walk towards the stairs. He follows behind you closely.

You truly did miss him and hopefully you could keep him with you for a while.

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(Even though Garland is literally a murderer, I still like him.)

[raineydays411]

Oh, what am I supposed to do without you

Loki x daughter!reader

Summary: Loki thought he was in a good place. He was married, happy and having a child. He should’ve known the universe wasn’t that kind.

A/N: God I’m so sorry about this one lol. Not much of the reader but I will be  making a second part. I hope yall like this one though. Inspiration came from “Mr, Loverman” and this fic.

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The silence was rattling. It creeped into the room, slowly,menacingly. Threatening to make him go mad. It wrapped around his body like a familiar friend. Making it hard for him to breath as it suffocated him. He knew they were staring at him. Trying to figure out what he would do next, whether he would break or not. Truthfully he didn’t know what he would do. For now he just starred as well. Not at them, of course not. He stared at the one thing that mattered. His reason for waking up and living. The one person in this entire universe who gave his world color. He reached out to touch her. Touch the hands that were always so warm against his cold skin. Hands that held his firm and sure as she pulled him along behind her, a smile on her beautiful face. Hands that were now cold and limp, the radicant glow she had been known for gone dark. The colors she brought to his world dimmed to dull, gre, muted hues. Then a sound broke through the silence. two sounds actually. One a wail of new life, a baby taking her first breaths, and another. A wail of a man who has lost everything. A wail of agony and pain.

As the healers bustled around him, Loki had only one thought in his head. 

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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Three months later and Loki still felt the emptiness left by his love. He heard her at night, humming sweet melodies as she stroked his hair. He hears her heartbeat as he eventually falls asleep, worn out by his constant tears. His room is in shambles, his clothes strewn about the floor, furniture smashed, everything is destroyed. Except for the things that belong to her. Her silk dresses that draped on her body perfectly were still hanging, untouched. The books she spent hours reading and re-reading remained on the shelf, collecting dust as they were no longer used. He doesn’t let anyone in their chambers. The space where they both shared. Space where they fought, made up, made love. To let someone else in would be tainting it. Soiling the memories they made together. That was one thing he could never do.

Another was look at the little monster who is responsible for this tragedy.

It was a girl. The daughter of one Loki Odinson and his beloved. 

Ironic. This child was supposed to bring happiness with its birth. Not even cleaned and it already managed to take away Loki’s light. He can barely stand looking at it. He tried, of course  he tried. But within minutes he had to call the nurse to take it away. Why? 

Because she has her mothers eyes.

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“Loki”

“Get out”

“Loki, it's been nine months since your child was--”

“THAT THING IS NO CHILD OF MINE”

Frigga was taken aback. She knew her son was heartbroken, devastated at the loss of his wife. But to disown his daughter, that was something she didn’t see coming. 

“Loki, you are being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable? My wife has died because if that creature--”

“It is a child. A babe who has no idea who her father nor her mother is.”

“And as far as I’m concerned she never will!” Loki shouts, finally looking up at his mother. 

Frigga heart breaks for her son. She sees the utter agony he is in, the inner torment going on in his soul. Even if she didn’t see it in his face, the state of his room and self gives it away. He looks like he hasn’t bathed in the nine months that has passed. His clothes were rumpled and wrinkled, hair unkempt and wild. His face was pale and hollow, as if he was only eating enough to survive. He had dark bags under his eyes that showed that he hasn’t been sleeping well.  He truly was a man who was broken, almost beyond repair. 

“My son” Frigga said carefully,” I can never understand the pain you are going through, I pray to Valhalla I will not have to anytime soon. But please if not for yourself or that child, for the memory of her, attempt to see your daughter before making a rash decision.” And with that, she walked out of his chamber, leaving Loki to the silence again as he stared at the spot his mother stood. considering her words, he got up. picked up his room, went to bathe and walked out of the room for the first time in nine months. 

His face held no emotion as he walked down the hallways. He saw the servants stop and stare at him, shock filled their face as they saw the prince. He glared at them, sending them scurrying at the dark glance. He reached the nursery, the maid who oversaw the nursery tried to stop him. 

“My lord, you--” 

“Where is the child.” He said, calm and cool. The maid looked at him in fear, not knowing how to respond. At her silence, Loki scoffed and pushed her away, marching into the nursery. Upon entering he froze, memories of him and his beloved discussing the design they wanted for their child

**“Darling, why does the color shade matter? It’s not like the child has expectations.”

Laughter fills the air, “Loki, we must put every effort into showing our child they are loved. That includes finding the perfect shade of green to go with the room”

Loki looks at his wife, gently smiling.”If you say so my dear”**

The room was perfect. The walls were a beautiful shade of green that allowed the light into the room. There were vines and flowers crawling up the walls and draped over curtains. A white and gold crib stood in the middle of the chamber. A veil draped over it, preventing Loki from seeing the child inside. He was thankful as he worked up the courage to walk up to it. He looked out the window, seeing the stars that covered the sky, the lights of Asgard covering the earth. 

She would have loved it.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the crib. He pulled back the veil only to see that there was no child in there. 

“The babe is with your mother my lord.”

He turned to the maid. Embarrassed that she might have witnessed him reminiscing.

“And where is my mother” He asked

“In-in the dining hal--” 

He walked away before she was able to finish her sentence. He took long strides to the hall, wondering his his mother had tricked him into eating with the family.On the way, he passed a window overlooking the garden. He thinks of the times where he used to sit in it and listen to her read.

***  “...exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows”

“My love, why do you insist on reading these midgardian stories?”

Her laughter  reaches his ears, “Because beloved, it's a different perspective to something familiar”

“Oh? and what is that ?” 

“Love”  ***

“oki--”

Hearing his name, Loki is brought back to present times once more. He looks to see Thor, watching him with careful eyes. 

“Brother, it is wonderful to see you.”

“I wish I can say the same.”

Thor laughs, a soft chuckle compared to the booming laughter Loki knows he is capable of. 

“Ah Loki, your dry wit has been missed”

Loki rolls his eyes and starts walking and Thor follows. The two walking in silence. 

“What is it like?” Loki says softly. Thor looks at him in confusion.

“It?” 

“The child.”

“Oh brother, Y/n is--”

“Y/n?” 

That was the name she wanted. If they were to have a girl. She was determined, seeing the name in the book she loved to read. He remembers when they were telling his family she was with child.

*** Everyone was seated, servants bustling around the long table. Laughter filled the hall as the sun was setting. 

“Loki, you said you had news to tell us” Frigga said, taking a sip of her wine. 

Loki smiled, looking at his wife. Her face absolutely radiant as she flashes a smile of pure joy.

“ Well,” Loki waits till Thor has taken a large swig of ale, “ My beloved and are are expecting a child.” 

Gasps fill the room as well as Thor's hacking, ale being spewed on the table. 

“Oh Loki that is wonderful!!”  Frigga exclaims standing from her seat to embrace him. “Oh my dear, this is the most wonderous news,” 

“BROTHER I can’t believe it!” Thor exclaims, lifting Loki in a crushing hug. And for once, he didn’t mind it.  He turns to her and hugs her more gently. “ You are just full of surprises aren’t you, starlight”

Laughter, “Thor, I thought I told you to stop calling me that”

Silence fills the hall as Odin clears his throat, “ Loki, you have made me proud.”

Loki smiles as his love beams at him. 

“Thank you father.”**

They reached the dining hall. A cold feeling formed in the pits of his stomach. He can see his mother, talking with a maid as she bounces the child. He can’t see it, as Frigga's back is turned to him. Odin’s presence is notably absent, a small relief on Loki's part. 

Thor notices his brother’s nerves, he pats him on the back and says, “You can do this Loki.” Then walks off to join his mother. He kisses his mothers cheek and smiles at the child. He picks her up, bouncing her a few times  prompting a small laugh. Loki gimances at the sound. 

Thor walks up to him with the baby. 

“Loki, this is Y/n Odinson”

He looks at the child. He takes in its features, Beautiful curly hair, already thick and voluminous even at this age. Brown skin, unblemished and clean. Cheeks, chubby with baby fat. And...its eyes. Those damn eyes, he could barely stand it, (e/c) eyes, the same as his lost love. In fact, almost all it’s features that once belonged to his darling. A pain filled his body. He really couldn’t stand looking at this child. 

Not when his beloved wasn’t there to gaze upon their child as well. 

No, this was not his child. Not anymore. 

“Get rid of it.” 

Shock filled the faces of both Thor and Frigga. 

“Loki you cannot be serious.”

“Brother..”

“I SAID GET RID OF IT” Loki shouts. “I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT LITTLE MONSTER.” 

And with that he leaves the dining hall. Leaving behind  his mother, brother and the last piece of his wife he had. He hears it’s cries fill the silence.

He had only one thought in his head as he entered his chambers.

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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[writingabouteverything]

The Perfect White Flower--and Other Nonexistent Things

a/n YALL THIS IS PROBABLY DUMB BUT I HAD THIS IDEA ABOUT A HARRY STYLES X READER FIC THATS BASED ON THE PLOT OF JANE THE VIRGIN AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT SO BADLY I MADE THIS ACCOUNT

disclaimer--wont follow the show exactly 

Pairing: Harry Styles x latina! reader (a key factor of the show revolves around the lead being latina, and im latina and honestly love writing for us but anyone can still read and understand/hopefully enjoy and the fic doesn’t involve any physical descriptions:)) 

Series Summary: Y/n l/n has had the world figured out since she was a child. She won’t be a writer because it’s risky, she’ll just focus on school and becoming a teacher. She’s never been a child, because her mother had her at sixteen and hasn’t aged a single year since. That’s part of the reason the promise she made to her grandmother means so much to her--if she doesn’t have sex before marriage, her child will never have to grow up as quickly as she did. And Harry Styles is at the top of the world--his music has never been more successful, he has a lovely girlfriend, and he’s never been more in demand. He has everything in the world...except a child, and through a series of unbelievable events--y/n might be his only chance to have one. Ever. 

Chapter One Summary: Who knew getting a pap smear on two hours of sleep and three cups of coffee was as bad as having unprotected sex? 

There’s something dangerous about taking public transportation in LA. And no, I don’t mean it in the ‘there are bad people in the world’ type of way. I mean it in the ‘I live in one of the casual influencer, celebrity, tourist hubs of the world and each time I step onto the bus I find myself mesmerized by all the stories I see in them’ way. Kind of pathetic, I know, but sometimes a child with blonde pig tails or a woman streaming on instagram live will catch my eye and the urge to pull out my lap top and start something I’ll never finish. 

I know that writing isn’t some kind of disease. But I can’t let myself fall in love with it the way I want to. There’s nothing wrong with writing a short story or two, but trying to write a novel? That’s impractical. It will distract me from school, from the four year plan I’m almost done with.

Sighing, I brave taking at my surroundings. I deserve this today, after the anonymous, rude costumer at the hotel today, I need positivity. No one is particularly inspiring. The bus stops and I watch out the window. At first the crowd is ordinary, and then i see them...paparazzi. Flashing cameras from all angles, grown men violating all rules of personal space. It never sits right with me, but I guess it’s just part of living in LA. The bus starts moving again. When it stops again, I see even more paparazzis, but their cameras aren’t flashing. Good for whoever escaped that. 

The bus door opens and I snap my attention back to my computer screen. I rub my eyes as I stare at my word document. How is there more that needs to be edited? This professor is the harshest grader I’ve ever had, and my friend, Gisa, is kind for giving me even more notes. But I’m exhausted. Two tests and an essay due before 12:00. And it’s...11:38. Great--I have to upload it the second I’m at my doctor’s office and have WiFi again. 

I spend some time highlighting and rewording sentences, and once I’m done I reward myself with more people watching because I deserve it and I can’t fall asleep here. I’m kind of invested in the girl live streaming her bus ride...maybe she’ll say her instagram handle. 

But when I look up, she’s not on the bus anymore. Almost no one is. An elderly couple is sitting towards the back. A woman with a toddler sit two rows in front of me...and there’s now a man directly across from me. I blink for a moment, imagining a story for someone who’s face I can’t quite see beneath such dark sun glasses. His dark waves and strong jaw do most of the imagining for me--he deserves a mystery, a dramatic one with a happy ending and just enough romance to keep the people interested. A good romance, too--not too sappy. Enemies to lovers, maybe. A mysterious stranger that’s not really a stranger because something about him is just...familiar. 

He turns his head and I drop my gaze immediately. There’s no doubt he caught that, but I still pretend to edit the title of my essay. “You’ve been typing stubbornly since I first got on the bus.” There’s an accent--of course he’s english. But it’s more than that, I’ve heard that voice before. I’ve been...soothed by it. And--oh my god, I’m sitting across from Harry Styles.

Okay, don’t freak out. Don’t freak him out. He’s probably on here to escape the the whole ‘oh my god, you’re Harry Styles!’ thing.  

“What are you writing?” Harry Styles just spoke to me. I greeted my one direction poster every single day in middle school, and Harry Styles just spoke to me. Okay--relax, breathe--it’s only weird if you make it weird. 

There’s a kind of curt curiosity to his question. He could have been ruder, considering how blatantly I was staring at him. “I um...an essay.” I’m temped to turn the screen so that he can see I’m telling the truth. Though he wasn’t hostile, a part of me is paranoid that he thinks I am writing about him. It’s a fair assumption, for all he knows I’m drafting a tweet about who I saw on the bus this morning or preparing to send something in to some gossip girl-esque blog. “It’s due today at noon and normally I’m way more on top of things, but I had this last minute doctor’s appointment rescheduling because my usual doctor is out of town and--” I cut myself off before I can tell Harry Styles that I’m ovulating and that if I don’t go to my OBGYN now, I have to wait an entire month and I’ve already been off birth control longer than I’d like. I might not have actual sex in my near future, but my cramps have been extra terrible. “An essay, I just finished an essay.”

He nods once. Maybe he feels bad for so thoroughly startling me into such a rambling, because the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. A soft smile adds even more grace to his features, I focus on the dimple that appears in his cheek. “An aggravating essay, I take it, considering the death glares you’ve been giving your laptop screen.”

I smile at his polite humor. “It’s for the harshest grader on campus. She took three points off of my first essay freshman year because I spaced my bibliography wrong.” 

He cringes in sympathy. “Good luck.” 

“Thanks,” I hum, proud of myself for not letting him know that I know who he is. The bus stops, I can see my doctor’s office behind a few paparazzi. “This is my stop.” 

Harry nods once, ducking his head slightly. A tiny part of me feels sympathy for him; from what I’ve gathered, he genuinely loves his fans and the relationship they have, but it must be draining to never have a moment of privacy. Especially when it’s people who care more about selling your picture than your mental health. 

I linger on the bus’s step, watching the men with large cameras look around. “Excuse me, are you guys looking for Harry Styles?” Most of the men disregard me, but one looks at me. “I know he’s near here because I’m a really big fan and my friend just texted that she saw him.” This gets me the attention I wanted. “He’s at Northfield--a cafe like three blocks down. I just know that if she got a picture with Harry in like a magazine or something she’d totally lose it--in a good way, and she’s been having a bad time so if you see her can you try to make it happen? Knowing her she’ll be at his side, she’s blonde, shortish hair.” 

The men seem skeptical, but I guess they realize that this is the best lead they have. I think the fact that I gave a reason to justify selling Harry out for no reason helped. They disperse together, heading at least three blocks away from Harry. I don’t know if I’ve actually helped him, but I hope I have. 

“Essay girl.” I freeze, half cringing. Did he hear that? That’s embarrassing. I consider darting away, but decide that would just make me cringe more. So I turn on my heels. “You...you forgot your phone.” 

He just saved my life. “Thank you.” I take my phone from his outstretched hand, ignoring the slight thrill that runs through me when our fingers brush. “You’re my hero--the last thing I needed today was to run all over the city searching for my phone.” I finish the awkward admission with a partial laugh. 

“Least I could do,” he mumbles, “especially considering what you just did.” 

...He did see that. “Oh um--it was nothing, I just kind of made a connection and assumed the only reason you’d be on a public bus is because you were trying to avoid some things, and you make really great music and a lot of people happy, so you deserve that break.” Why does it feel like I’ve been talking forever? “Anyways, thanks for the whole phone thing, and I hope I got them off your tail.” 

My joke seems to somewhat land. His lips part, like he’s planning on saying something else. A timer on my phone interrupts him. I instinctually look down--great, the alarm on my phone warning me that I’m only ten minutes away from being late. “I’m late.” I turn towards the bus’s exit. “I gotta go, but thanks again, and I hope you have a good day.” 

I disappear after that, still not sure that that whole thing wasn’t some kind of hallucination. Did I just meet Harry Styles? He...he gave me my phone. Harry Styles has touched my phone. I can’t wait to tell Gisa, she’ll lose it.

I’m still thinking about Harry Styles when I finally reach my OBGYN’s office. When I get there, things are a lot more hectic than I thought they’d be. Many people crowd the waiting area and the receptionist’s desk is clearly understaffed. Two young girls are trying to address multiple upset pregnant women and take phone calls at the same time, all while practically buried in a sea pf paperwork. Wow, I didn’t realize that transferring was such chaos. One of the girls waves me over and barely checks my name before shoving a form towards me. I fill out as quickly as possible. 

 I upload my essay quickly after checking in. Who knows, maybe Harry Styles’s blessing will get me an A? A third person in scrubs emerges from the back after a moment and ushers me into a room. I tell myself to focus on going over the facts I need for the test I have to take in a little over an hour. Or to focus on the fact that I just met Harry Styles. But instead, I feel my heavy eyelids fall shut. 

I don’t know how long I sleep, but I know that I wake up during the middle of a doctor’s sentence, “...I know I’m not your usual, so I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 

“Hm...Yeah, yeah I’m comfortable.” She nods once, her wide eyes slightly red. “But I do have a class today in like an hour, so I was wondering if this was going to take longer because of the office’s move?” 

“Oh, no,” she shakes her head. “Just because Dr. Rodriguez gave us no notice before deciding that she no longer wanted to work here...or in the country. Or even live in the US, despite the fact that we just signed a lease on a place together...” Tears well in the stranger’s eyes, pity settles in my stomach. 

“That sounds incredibly complicated, I didn’t mean to rush you.” 

She blinks twice, her expression blanking as she fights against the pain of what’s clearly a terrible break up. “No, no--you have every right. Today is your day and if..honestly, if you’re strong enough to go to a class after this, and do what you’re about to do by yourself, then I’m strong enough to get through today.” 

Um...didn’t realize a pap smear counted as something that needs moral support, but I’ll chalk it up to her heightened emotions. “Thanks.” 

She snaps on her medical gloves. “No, thank you for your patience. Now lay down.” 

I do as told, preparing for a sensation I haven’t often experienced. A moment passes and I know she’s started. She’s moving away from me much faster than expected. Oh--I guess pap smears are a lot shorter than I expected. 

“That’s it?” 

“Yep,” she hums, pulling her gloves off. “Now just take it easy, and hydrate.”

Weird...but that’s like general doctor advice. “Thanks!” 

--

I’ve never wanted to keep a secret from Gisa, but sometimes I really regret telling her I met Harry Styles. It’s been almost a month and I find my mind wandering back to the moment in which our fingers brushed more than I should. Sometimes I let myself wonder what he might have said if my phone hadn’t rang. I was probably just imagining the way his lips parted, but my ind refuses to let it go. 

“...You know it’s kind of sad, I read an interview in which he spoke about the fact that he has some genetic condition that makes it hard to have kids. He has so many godchildren, and I feel like he’d make such a great father.” 

I try to keep up with Gisa’s words, but the dull ache in my head makes it feel so far away. “Yeah...he seemed really patient.” 

Gisa nods, turning to face me. “You alright, you’re looking kinda green?” 

“Yeah...” I reach for my canvas bag. “I think I just...I probably just need some water.” 

My hand grazes the metal of my water bottle and then the corners of my vision blur into blackness. I sway, Gisa’s hand is on my shoulder...and then it all goes black. 

--

I sit uncomfortably on the hospital’s cot. Gisa is a traitor for telling my mom that I fainted. I knew she’d just drag me here--hispanic mothers, they either believe they can cure you with vic’s vapor rub or they want you in the ER. No in between. 

“I know you didn’t want another test, but you’ve been throwing up in the morning for days and now you’re fainting.” 

“Fainted,” I correct, “it happened once.” 

“C’mon, mija, it’s just one doctor’s appointment.” 

Speaking of, an ER nurse returns. “Fainting and nausea spells explained,” he says, glancing at his clipboard, “you’re pregnant.” 

My mom and I can’t help but exchange a look before bursting into laughter. Pregnant. If I’m pregnant then the second coming is here. “That’s impossible, I’m a virgin.” 

He glances at my mom, “maybe we should have this conversation in private.” 

“No, what you say in front of me you can say in front of my mom.” 

My mom raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, did you and that guy from your english class--” 

“No! No, we did not. I am a virgin and there’s no way I’m pregnant.” I glare at the nurse. 

He then ushers me to a bathroom so that I can provide a urine sample. After I’m finished, he shows me a pregnancy test strip. “Pink means pregnant.” I bite my tongue as he tests the strip in my sample. He pulls it out and it’s...it’s bright pink.

“I’m calling my doctor, because this has to be a mistake. It has to be like a hormonal thing.” 

“Exactly, pregnancy hormones.” 

I glare even harder, calling the doctor that I saw last week. “Hello, Dr. Ash? I was wondering if I could get a consultation because I’m in the ER and some crazy doctor is trying to tell me I’m pregnant.” 

Silence on the line for a long second. “...I actually cleared my calendar for you.” 

[carmensbroom]

I've once again had 6 hours to process everything I saw in season 4 so I'm just gonna say my thoughts on it (hold onto your fedoras again folks)

first off, WE FOUND OUT GRAY'S LAST NAME?? I was so shocked and happy at the same time I love how everyone asked for player's real name and we ended up with gray's surname for some reason shsjsj. NOBODY ASKED FOR THAT BUT THEY DELIVERED ANYWAY

ALSO GRAHAM IS AN ORPHAN?? my precious boy *throws mommy's boy headcanon out the window*

the second episode really had me shipping carmivy they're so cute we got a girl's trip and I'm all for it

I think I may now be a dash haber stan but let's not make a big thing of it

also ivy eating the chocolate in the middle of a mission deserves an honorable mention because of her cute little tongue (I'm weird okay djsjsjs)

zack trying to bond with shadowsan and him having none of it was delightful

that fucking robot god damn bellum really thought of everything didn't she every time I thought it was gone it made a come back I literally said out loud "carmen is so fucked"

I SWEAR TO GOD EVERY TIME GRAY TALKED ABOUT CARMEN I KEPT THINKING HE WAS GONNA SAY "BECAUSE I LOVE HER" IN WHICH CASE I WOULD HAVE DIED AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY

yall have no idea how relieved I was when I found out that photo of julia was her and her (presumably) mother and NOT a boyfriend sjsjsjs

catch me making a headcanon that julia has a single mom because her father disowned her for coming out as gay based on that picture alone 😭

I'M SORRY BUT THE AMOUNT OF FLIRTING BETWEEN CARMEN AND JULES?? PLEASE THEY'RE SECRET GIRLFRIENDS JUST ADMIT YOU CENSORED THEM AND GO

OKAY BUT WHEN THEY WERE IN JULIA'S OFFICE AND CARMEN SAID "WAY TO FOLLOW YOUR HEART JULES" AND SHE WAS LIKE "YOU REMEMBERED" I LOST IT WHAT DID CARMEN REMEMBER JULES?? DID THEY HAVE A CONVERSATION OFF SCREEN? MAYBE I'M JUST A BIG HUGE LESBIAN BUT THAT'S A BIT GAY LADIES

carmen getting all worried when julia wasn't answering her phone was the blessed gay content I signed up for PLEASE THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH

never thought I'd say this but I loved devineaux this season he was funny, he improved his treatment towards julia (I don't recall him officially apologising I must have missed something djsjsjs)

the only thing I didn't like was it kinda seemed like they were trying to hint that chase and jules were into each other and I didn't really vibe with that

all that shit with dr bellum and the crown for cleo really had me thinking cleobellum was gonna be canon what a clown I am (seriously tho the way she lost it when the crown got stolen GIVE IT BACK IT BELONGS TO HER WIFE)

look all I'm saying is: tigress new outfit in the egypt episode was hot

HER FACE AT THE END AFTER SHE GOT TRAPPED WITH ALL THOSE BUGS

I wish julia and gray could have met there's so much friendship potential there 😭

is player... is he a bit 💅 I SEE THAT PRIDE STICKER ON YOUR LAPTOP YOUNG MAN YOU'RE NOT SUBTLE

ngl I nearly teared up when player finally met carmen in person

I'M SORRY BUT JULIA'S BLUSH IN EPISODE 7 PLEASE SHE'S SO SMITTEN WITH CARMEN IT'S BRILLIANT

EVIL CARMEN WAS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE I WAS SO SCARED SHE'D BE STUCK LIKE THAT FOREVER

I mentioned this in another post but when julia was like "don't you remember me? I'm your girlfriend friend, jules" I NEARLY FUCKING CRIED THEY WERE GETTING KINDA CLOSE AND THEN CARMEN GOT MIND WIPED

JULIA TOPS JULIA TOPS I SAID IT ALL ALONG AND IT'S TRUE SHE REALLY PINNED VILE CARMEN THAT'S TOP BEHAVIOR (also this now makes carmen a bottom I don't make the rules)

kinda shocked that paper star was hardly here I don't stan her so it didn't bother me much but still it was just strange they didn't use her this season

when shadowsan whipped out the last doll and carmen had all those flashbacks to when she was at vile I nearly started crying AGAIN

I LEGIT THOUGHT CARMEN HAD KILLED GRAY DJSJSJS AN ELECTRICIAN GETTING ELECTROCUTED THAT'S SOME IRONY RIGHT THERE

gray really confused me towards the end he kept switching sides every five minutes for the whole season I wasn't sure whether to trust him half the time dhshsjs

THE LOOK ON CARMEN'S FACE WHEN SHE THOUGHT SHE'D KILLED GRAY WAS SO HEARTBREAKING AND THEN SHE STARTED CRYING OH MY GOD I'M SORRY BABY

the way she's always been against hurting people/taking lives and then she ended up hurting all the people she loves (she nearly killed zack for god sake) really hit me hard

gray's ending was... kinda weird I understood the parallel of him not wanting to complicate carmen's life like she said about him in season 2 but it was still kinda strange that they didn't have one more conversation or get any closure

I'm obviously kinda upset that carulia wasn't canon they had so much potential imo and the show isn't about romance anyway BUT I'm happy with the content we got and THEY FLIRTED SO MUCH THEY'RE CANON IN MY HEART

THE TEAM RED GROUP HUG KILLED ME IT WAS SO CUTE

kinda annoyed that carmen just straight up left zack and ivy she really just left a note and said YEET

ivy's voice crack when she read the note got me all choked up

ngl I'm still not entirely sure how it ended I had to rewatch it a few times to understand what they were trying to imply sjsjsj

would have loved to know carmen's given name but at the same time she's literally THE carmen sandiego that's who she is, it would be silly to go by a name that she doesn't connect with just because her parents gave her it

her mom being a regular citizen was kinda bittersweet I mean a plot twist would have been good but at the same time it would make the story even more complicated

*dreams of a spinoff movie where we get better closure on everything*

ACME IVY ACME IVY I'M NOT AN IVY STAN BUT DAMN IF I AIN'T SIMPING FOR ACME IVY

I know carmen didn't want revenge but I feel like chief got let off with killing her father way too quickly if I'm honest sjsjsj

JULIA BEING IN CHARGE OF FINDING CARMEN'S MOM OH MY GOSH

I feel so bad for laughing when julia got knocked out the way the cloth fell on her head sent me but when the pole hit her head I was like "OKAY I TAKE IT BACK THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE"

was not expecting julia to physically fight anyone I mean she's always been so calm and collected and then this season she was like fuck it might as well hit a few people before we finish forever

wishing carmen and jules could have hugged or had a scene together where they talked about stockholm but I won't complain it wouldn't have really made sense anyway considering they were cool with each other at the university

so glad the trailer was misleading about the coach brunt situation I really didn't want her to get a last minute redemption

another honorable mention: cleo snapping at julia "DON'T YOU DARE IMPLY THAT I AM COMMON" sent me djdjs she was just stood there like "I am but a humble history lesbian leave me be"

I think that's everything I'll probably add to it later if I think of anything or I might make a part 2 djsjsjs (I've been writing this for almost an hour now 😭)

overall I enjoyed it from start to finish. I haven't really cried about it ending yet I'm still processing everything but I'll probably have a little sob when it finally hits me djsjsjs

CARULIA NATION WE BASICALLY WON NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I REWATCH ALL THEIR SCENES TOGETHER AND MAKE IT MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY

[mxchellesworld]

Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending 

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

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If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked. 

Your period was late. 

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant. 

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag. 

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day. 

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day. 

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while. 

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results. 

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him. 

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson. 

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth. 

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button. 

“Hello?” 

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you. 

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.” 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails. 

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.” 

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear. 

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you. 

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face. 

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.” 

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm. 

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought. 

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off. 

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away. 

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk. 

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle. 

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet. 

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting. 

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair. 

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back. 

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away. 

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish. 

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.” 

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer. 

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it. 

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs. 

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie. 

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out. 

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?” 

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you. 

“Please doctor I need you so bad.” 

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out. 

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape. 

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath. 

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak. 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips. 

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met. 

“Oh god Spence!” 

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you. 

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim. 

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes. 

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk. 

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair. 

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.” 

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

[correctdangerousfellows]

first date with ethan and harry

anon asked:  first date headcanons for the dfel bois

a/n: this request made me so happy u don’t understand, i’m sorry this was super late and i didn’t want to take too much time so here is ethan’s and harry;s first! i’ll publish zion’s, eugene’s, and lawrence’s super soon <3

ethan

- my precious,,, but very awkward giant,,,,,

- you probably had to initiate the first date. you guys were just chilling outside of a classroom talking about random stuff until the topic of baseball was brought up, and u said something around the lines of “oh my god we should go to one of those baseball games together :D”

- insert dying ethan here he says yes with the most eager and straightforward face

- THE MOST NERVOUS MF he doesn’t show it but when i mean he is dying inside i mean HE IS DYING INSIDE

- he wakes up early for once in his life and waits patiently outside of your home with absolutely everything prepared. he brought a mini backpack filled with snacks, water bottles, and a sports jacket in case it was windy

- asked if he could hold ur hand bc baseball stadiums r so big and he’s not risking losing u in a big crowd

- there was a cameraman going around and he asked u guys if u wanted a photo together and he was like “YES,,,,,,, if u don’t mind of course.” it’s a cute polaroid of u two together with matching baseball caps

- yall the photo is NOT GOING ANYWHERE. he takes it with him everywhere he goes

- if u were familiar with baseball, he would talk about what the teams were doing with u and guessing who was going to win,, it’s basically commentary and it’s so cute bc he gets lost in it and when he realizes he gets shy and goes “oh wait sorry i think i talked too much” MF IF U DON’T TALK MORE

- if u weren’t familiar with baseball, he would explain absolutely everything to u and would keep an arm slung around ur shoulder so u have easy access to ask him anything :”) he is open to every single question and is completely patient with u. in fact he just falls deeper in love with u if u sound into the sport

- what is a sports date... if no kiss cam.....?

- you guys were way too into the game so u guys didn’t notice the kiss cam was on u two until the crowd got ridiculously loud

- ethan really wanted to kiss u but also he didn’t want u to feel pressured at all but if u gave him permission he would give u the most gentle and soft kiss of all time

- doesn’t process he kissed u until an hour later

- dies when he does

- 10/10 would do again even if he died of cardiac arrest

harry

- harry was the one who initiated the first date! he’s actually been wanting to ask you to a date for the longest time but he had no idea how to approach u,, and also he’s pretty scared of making u uncomfortable so he was in this very poor position of oh my god what should i do

- he asked his mother for advice n everything and finally went for it

- pretty casual about it freaking inside he first asks you if you’re available next weekend, then proceeds to be like ,,,”so i heard about this movie right and it’s insert favorite movie genre here” because he’s very tentative to your interests so

- when you said yes he was like “oh, okay cool! see you then : ^ )”

- he thinks he looks composed on the outside but in reality,,, you see harry with the reddest fucking face ever and he’s grabbing the back of his neck and looking away shyly with a small smile

- went shopping for the first time with his mom and got decent looking clothes

- bought the snacks beforehand ofc my mans is already prepared

- the most gentlemanliest gentleman ever u already know he’s there like an hour early, he insisted on taking you safely to the theatres, paid for all the tickets, “your daughter will be back by 9 pm sir”

- no matter what type of movie you guys are watching he is always leaning towards you so your shoulders touch,,, and he’s so warm and he’ll glance at u a few times throughout the movie to see ur reaction

- if you guys are watching a horror movie, he’ll hold your hand very gingerly and squeeze it whenever a jumpscare pops up

- for romcoms, he’ll probably be distracted from the movie just to stare at u HE IS OVER THE MOONNNN FOR U

- action? he’ll be as engrossed as u are and u guys are just sharing snacks subconsciously and sometimes your hands would brush together and he’ll smile at u gently

- HE IS SO CUTE OMG once the movie finished, he walks you back home with your arm around his arm and he’ll quietly listen to you ramble about the movie with the most loving eyes

- got so engrossed in the conversation that he didn’t even notice u were in front of ur home

- he gave u a big fat hug and he was SO WARM he lowkey did not want to let go bc everything in that moment was so comfortable and he buried his head in ur shoulders as he thanked u for the fun date

- everything kept replaying in his head later that night when he was going to bed and he realizes just how bad he’s got it for u :’)

THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO AHH i feel like i did harry a bit wrong here so,,,,, i’ll probably edit it once i finish all my requests. thank you once again for requesting and i am super sorry that this was late, but i’ve finally recovered fully from covid so i should be back to regular posting again!!! i’ll have the rest of the fellows done soon <3

> lychee

[xxgothchatonxx]

8 days until the new year & I’m finally moving on. The last time I did this was in MAY! Okay, I’m scared but let’s do this! WE’RE BACK, BABEYYYYY

And the Beast from the Sea:

* HE MONCHHHHHH

* “He ATE IT?” “He ate it up.” God, I love this show.

* Ohhhh Alana looks yummyyyyyyyyy

* “Jack Crawford, fisher of men, watching my cork move against the current. You got me again.” This shows writing is so dramatic & we just hit the first minute.

* I’ve missed therapy. & this session is great! So explorative, evocative!

* REBA, MY LOOOOOOVE!

* I love the idea that the dragon & Francis are now disconnected after Reba. She’s his coil to humanity, & the Dragon craves her. Amazingggg

* YOU CAN TOSS THE DRAGON TO SOMEONE ELSE??

* God, Richard Armitage, I love how you move! Such a clear shift. So instant.

* HANNIBAL, LEAVE THEM ALL ALONE!!! DONT PLANT ANYTHING!!! HOW DARE YOU???

* WHY THE HELL DID THE “Kill them all?” SHOT HAVE YOU STARE INTO MY SOLE, MADS?? WHY??

* I’m sorry, what is with this season 2 score?

* OKAY IVE MISSED THIS BUILDUP! Ohhh, wings and the tail! Fun!

* Reba & Francis!!! MY FAVS!!!

* Cue my plotting to murder family #3 home video

* NOT THE DOGGIESSSS!

* “I’m not fortunes fool—I’m yours.” YALL

* HANNI IS JUST IN HIS LITTLE SEXY GLASS TWIRLING HIS HAIR WHEN WILL SHOWS UP & PLAYING HIS LITTLE IRL D&D STRATEGY GAME & I can’t blame him. But he should stick to his dusty books,

* OH HE’S SO SASSY!!!

* “There’s a family out there who don’t know who’s coming.” Yeah, William, & I hate to say it, but it’s YOURS!💔

* DONT PSYCHOANALYZE HIM, HANNIBAL!

* “Social media, I imagine. Cant be too careful with privacy settings.” STFUUUUU HE’S SUCH A BITCHY LITTLE MAN!

* LE GASP! I REALLY GOTTA FINISH THESE THINGS. “And I’m not letting them die, Will. You are.” SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPPP, YOU BASTARD MAN!

* WAKE UP BABE, THE MURDER TEETH JUST DROPPED!

* OH I AM LOVING THISSSSSSSSSSSS

* HE IS REALLY STALKING IN HIS FUCKING LEATHER STRAIGHTJACKET!

* I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

* OH FUCK FUCIN FUCK FFUCJ NO NO NO

* WILLIAMMMMMMM😭😭😭😭

* “You gonna kill him?” “No.” WILLIAM, YOU COULD NOT BE MORE WRONG

* THIS POOR KID OMGGGGGG

* “I had to justify myself to an 11 year old.” Damn, William, sorry.

* MOLLYYYYYYYYYY (totally forgot her name so I’m happy Will said it a few second ago)

* HANNIBAL BASTARD MAN LECTER WITH YOUR LITTLE FUCKING BOOK

* OH ALANAAAAAAAAA, MY MYYYYYYY

* “Would you have told me the truth?” “I’m my own way, I always have.” YEAH, LIKE A FUCKING BASTARD, YOU BASTARD MAN!

* Oh, a surprise guest in Jack!

* Hannibal “Trans Rights” Lecter part 2

* I am laughing way to hard at Sexy Glass Cell Hannibal. “You have hubbed hell, Dr. Lecter.” “I often do.” I LOVE THIS BASTARDDDDD

* OHHH THE TAILLLLLLLL

* Oh they are not the best of friends anymore!!!

* Francis, PLEASE STOP

* OH THE WINGSSSSS WHERE ARE WE??

* OHHHHH OF COURSE, QUEEN REBA!

* OHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! THEY ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER!!!!

* DAMN, GET YOUR FUCKING HAT, FRANCIS!!!! This is why we can’t have nice things! YOU MADE HER CRY!!!!!😭😭😭😭

* Stupid fucking dragonnnnnn

* Oh, this aught to be a very educational moment.

* “(SOBBING OVER THE LINE??)”

* OH THAT VOCAL SHIFT IS MAGNIFICENT

* A sweet man💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

* HANNIBAL NO YOU MOTHERFUCKERBHRHSHIRHRHRBFB OH MY FUCKING GOD

* I LOVE THIS JACKKKKKK

* & yummy Alana OH & INDIGNANT HANNIBAL

* I never would have thought that quick shot of Hannibal turning his head with that mask would be when HIS TOILET WAS BEING TAKEN OH MY GOOOOOD IT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE, BUDDY

* Heyyyy, Molly’s awakeeeee

* Molly, this is NOT the self-blame game! Piling on Jack doesn’t count! Negative points!

* OH WILLIAM Bby nooo STOP CRYING PEOPLE, IM GONNA CRYYYY

* OH WILLIAM’S GOT HIS REVENGE EYES ON OH FUCK WE GOT A MIRROR (mirroring movements, not a mirror for the trick, that was just the fade) WALK TO HANNIBAL OHHH THAT WAS NICE

* STOP BEING SO HIGH BROW, BASTARDDDDD

* “Save yourself. Kill them all. Then I gave him your home address.” FUCKING HELL, NOT CRYPTIC BUT VERY BITCHY BASTARD OF YOU, BASTARD

* REVENGE EYES TO “I’m bored, let’s have some fun” ASSHOLE

* I don’t know if I like that this mirror isn’t directly equal. I get the ✨symbolism✨ of Hannibal finally being caught & pushed into the corner of indignity & Will inching closer to rip him to shreds, but it’s Not Equallll

* All thanks to you, Hanni.

* We have crave change, Hannibal, but not in a “let’s go murder our neighbors” kind of change

* SIIIIIIIIIIIGH FUCK THIS FELT LIKE IT TOOK FOREVER BUT GOD HAVE I MISSED IT!!! Want to keep watching, but I have a movie date with the twin

(Video reaction will be turned into a 40 second audio & I’ll send it over to you!)

I love that this is the third adaptation of Red Dragon but I was still like "HOLY SHIT WHAT?!" when watching this episode.

Speaking of which, now you're going to be up to hands-down one of the most unintentionally hilarious (or maybe it is funny- knowing Bryan, he probably wanted it to be a bit funny..) episodes I've ever seen of any TV show 😂

[tf2redshot]

A Very Late Valentine’s Special!

Hello everyone! I am so sorry for how late this Valentine’s Special is! I had so much plans for it, but I just couldn’t finish them all in time ;; So I’m posting what I have left instead, I’m so sorry once again for how late this is, but thank you so very much for the support yall!

Valentines Day Special #1 | Greetings

Scout would momentarily forget it's Valentines day and only remember when you greet him. He blinks, confused for a second, and then realize and go, "Yeah! Yeah- It's Valentines day! Happy Valentines day, babe."  Scout internally thanks God, because he woke up early this morning for no reason at all and couldn't go back to sleep again, he figured it was God telling him to wake up and fucking get ready my boy

Soldier wouldn't know it's Valentines day until one of the mercenaries point it out for him. You're a little disappointed he forgot, but he made up for it by pulling you in for a quick kiss. He released you not a second later, holding your shoulders. "Happy Hearts Day, sweetheart! I may or may not have never been aware of this international holiday at all but I think we should celebrate it!"

Pyro is prepared. They sat outside your door until you woke up, confused to see your partner sitting there. They may or may not have fallen asleep, but the minute they heard the door open, they leaped up and pulled you in for a hug. They handed you a single dandelion, and you recognized it as one of the flowers the mercs had on their dining table, in a vase. They had to compromise because there was literally nothing but desert out here for miles so they just took the dining table vase's flower

Demoman sat on the edge of your bed while you were asleep, holding a plate of your favorite food. He held the plate up to your nose until you finally stirred awake. You smelled the food and woke up almost immediately, shooting your partner a grin. You were about to take a piece until he pulled the plate back and shook his head, pointing to his cheek with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes but kissed his cheek nonetheless, and he laughed, "Happy Valentines day, love."

Heavy waited in his room for you to wake up. When you arrived, he smiled and stood up, walking over with open arms. You two hugged, and he released himself from the embrace to take your hands and hold them, "I have whole day planned for both of us, драгоценный. Come, let's get breakfast first."  He'd hold your hand all the way to the kitchen, subtly shooting the other mercs a look like 'get in the way of today and I’ll break you into tiny pieces'

You found Engineer hunched over the kitchen counter cooking something. You woke up because you smelled something delicious and followed the scent all the way to the kitchen. Engineer would pretend he didn't set this shit up and turn around, looking surprised, "Oh! Didn't see ya there, darl!" Yes you did "- c'mon sit, I'm makin' pancakes."  After he serves you a plate, he'll give you a kiss on the cheek and discuss his plans with you for V-day.

Medic had nothing planned for Valentines Day. Absolutely nothing. So when he was guilted by the mercs for not doing anything, he decided to improvise. When you woke up, he greeted you, sat you down and asked what you wanted to do today. He agreed with literally everything you suggested.

Sniper didn't want to wake you up, so instead he just laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. When you finally woke, he smiled and kissed the back of your neck, "G'mornin' luv."  After you two dragged yourselves out of bed, he handed you a mug of coffee, and you two sat outside, "Got any plans for today?"  He listens to all your suggestions and nods, he thinks they're great ideas. When you ask him if he has suggestions too, he smiles, "I got a couple."

Spy was ready. Weeks of intricate planning and reservations made him nervous and excited for today. He's never gone this far for anyone at all. The minute you wake up, you're shocked to see a tray of delicious food on your nightstand, and a bouquet too! You knew only one person who would do this. Spy materialized beside you and kissed your nose, "Happy Valentines day, précieuse. I have the whole day planned for just us two."

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[details-later]

Racer! Bo Sinclair x Reader

Hey y’all so while having a small conversation through asks about Bo and the playlist i made about him this idea came to mind sooo HERE YOU GO!!!

A/N: I keep forgetting how AWFUL i am at writing endings so yeah,,,,,, ALSO IGNORE THAT THIS IS LIKE MONTHS LATE AT THIS POINT IVE BEEN V BUSY <also please send in more requests if you want i need that ✨inspiration✨ but ofc its up to yall if you do it>

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Bright lights shined down at the race track. The thick smell of Gasoline and Cigarettes floated around. The speakers boomed with music to keep people entertained before the race. The ground almost vibrating to the beat of Thunderstruck by AC/DC. Bustling groups of mechanics for each racer rushing around to quickly patch up anything that may have happened in the time between last race and now.

Laying on the hood of his car a cigarette lazily hanging out his mouth. Bo Sinclair stood his presence instilling a tense layer across all the other Racers. Only recently having recovered from a pretty bad case of whiplash from a crash a couple races back, he stood tall commanding respect from everyone around him. When he got hurt most people in the community thought he would leave for good, yet here he was.

Bo stared off into the distance, a determined look stayed plastered to his face. Not noticing the person walking up towards him, Bo slightly flinched when a hand fell on his upper arm. The thick muscle only twitched to show it registered in his head someone touched him. Turning his head towards the offending hand thinking it was just some mechanic needing him to move.

Locking eyes with you he visibly released the tension in his shoulders. “Hey Baby what do you need?” He questioned, obviously too focused on wanting to win this race and to show hes still top dog. “I ‘on’t need anything just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” You said softly, trying to show that you are just concerned.

“Yeah ‘m fine just focused on the race.” Bo spoke while turning towards you. The look in his eyes lit a fire in yours. You knew how Bo felt when he lost. He could burn down a city with one look just by the fire in his eyes. In that moment the announcer rang through the speakers.

“Racers head to the track!” the booming voice signaled it was time to get ready. The race should be simple only 90 laps with a break after 20 and 40 laps. Bo stood up from his leaning position and leaned down to kiss you. “Love ya’ baby. I’ll see you after I win this.” His face contorted into a smirk and he winked at you. “Love you too! Good Luck!” You said with a happiness filling your heart.

Moving towards the sidelines you waited for the race to start. Anxiety and Nerves rose in your chest, fear that maybe just maybe Bo gets in another wreck. The possibility of him getting hurt again scared you, but you knew that him getting hurt was the least of your worries. The biggest concern is Bo winning this race, god knows what he would do if he lost.

The sound of a gun being shot snapped you out of your thoughts. Sounds of cars zipping past you and the smell of burnt rubber brought your gaze to Bo’s car, a slick black car with grey detailing. The sounds of the fans drowned out the loud music playing, the hype of Bo leading the pack of cars excited everyone.

In Bo’s car he just focuses on going as fast as he can. Not trying to think about anything else but the sweet taste of victory. The high that he feels when we wins will be unimaginable compared to previous wins. Just wining was amazing, but wining after everyone thought you would retire after one injury? That will be indescribable.

He just let himself slip into being one with the car. He didn’t pay attention to the others that he had already left in the dust, Instead choosing to lock his brain to the feeling of the car purr with the power it held. He had passed by you many times. Every time it blew your hair all over to the point you just put on Bo’s cap to keep everything as in place as possible.

After the first 20 laps he finally paused. Greedily taking in air the adrenaline pulsed in his veins. His cheeks flushed as blood rushed around in his ears. He looked over and made eye-contact with you. That Cocky smile of his blooming across his lips yet again.

Your heart pounded with the flustered feeing you felt. Even though you’ve been together for awhile his smiles still made you weak in the knees. He got out of the car for his first break, the maintenance crew rushing over the double check the car and to change out anything that needed to get switched. Walking over to you Bo leaned down a kissed your cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment and basked in the sunlight waiting for the small break to be over.

“Lookin’ pretty good out there hon.” You said with a smile plastered on your face. “You’re smoking the others, they can barely keep up.” Continuing with a small chuckle. “Yeah, Sweetheart? Well lets hope it stays that way.” Bo said, his smirk fading to a sincere small grin. At that moment of just staring at each other in complete love and adoration the Speakers crackled.

“Racers please start heading back into your cars.” The speakers boomed with the sound of the announcers energetic voice. Bo looked back over at you and leaned in again smearing a kiss across your forehead. Soon he was back in his car his mindset swiftly shifting from relaxed to focus again.

Soon enough the rest of the race zipped by. Bo continued his demolition of the other racers. His focused and determined mindset pushing him passed the finish line and get the first place he deserved. When he was announced as the winner he quickly turned and dipped you into a harsh yet loving kiss.

Pulling you back up, you smiled at him. “I knew you’d win baby. Ain’t none of them other racers as good as you.”

[captainimprobable]

Alright I caved.  Here’s chapter one of the still unnamed sequel to No Apologies, my Lumity coffeeshop AU. It’s been seven months since I finished the fic so I hope yall are still down for the ride! The chaos starts now :) ~

“This might be a bad time to tell you this, but roosters….kinda freak me out.”

“Amity, we are literally swimming in roosters right now.”

Amity hugged herself, shaking but still managing to roll her eyes.  “We are metaphorically swimming in roosters.”

Luz snorted.  “Whatever, Miss Accurate.”

They both looked at the rooster pen in front of them.  A cow mooed in the distance, and they took a moment of silence to question the life choices that had led up to this moment.

It didn’t take very long.  The pipeline went like this: Amity had decided to work part time at a coffee shop to piss off her parents, and two years later she was on a six month anniversary trip with a chaotic ball of energy, tripping on bird feathers at a barn many miles away from home.  Simple.

“It...it was just supposed to be an air bnb,” Luz said helplessly.

“Luz, what did the ad say?”

Luz scrambled to take her phone out of her pocket, mindlessly swatting away the pig trying to eat it out of her hand.

“Uh…’stunning country views and a realistic farming experience.’” She stomped her foot.  “That is so misleading!!!”

“I genuinely think I’m about to pass out.” Amity said, swaying slightly.

“Babe, don’t say that.  The roosters can smell your fear.”

Amity glared at her girlfriend.  “Ha ha,” she said sarcastically.  “Fine, what’s next on the list they left us?”

Luz pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper covered in lines of print detailing exactly what they had to do in order to stay at the barn.  It was politely decorated with a post it note that read “Good luck, suckers!” 

“Inspect the roosters,” she read.  “Check for obvious genetic defects.  Separate these roosters from the rest.”

Amity held up a hand to stop her.  “No. Nope. I am not inspecting roosters.  I am not separating roosters.  I am going back inside, and I am going to read a book, and I am going to pretend there are no demon chickens out here ready to peck my eyes out.”

Amity gingerly tiptoed around the roosters, taking care not to touch any of them.  One brave animal attempted to peck at her skirt, but she let out an unholy shriek that scattered them all.  Luz watched Amity flee the scene, sighing.  She picked up the list Amity had dropped and scanned the next few lines.  “The roosters with these defects will be…” she trailed off. “Oh,” she said, realization dawning.  “Oh no.”

Amity must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, it was dark and Luz was shaking her awake.

“Amity, wake up, we have an emergency.” Amity was up in an instant.  “What’s wrong? Are you okay???” “Yeah, I’m fine!” Luz assured her. “It’s just uh…..” Luz rubbed the back of her neck nervously. “We have a...situation?”

Amity yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes as she stood up.  Immediately, Luz grabbed her hand and began dragging her outside.  “Ugh, what time is it?” Amity asked, stumbling along behind Luz.   

“Uhhh about one am I think? I had to wait until now to do this.  It’s better under the cover of darkness.”  

Immediately, Amity felt a sense of extreme trepidation.  Whatever was waiting for her outside was definitely not something she wanted to see.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she was met with the sound of roosters clucking. When they reached the driveway, she stopped dead.  “Luz,” Amity said slowly, blinking repeatedly to make sure she was seeing things correctly.  “Why are there a dozen roosters in your car?”

“There’s actually fourteen,” Luz said, but faltered when Amity glared at her.  “Okay, so the thing is, well….the farmers wanted us to separate the roosters because these are the ones with defects.  And these are the ones they’re gonna sell for meat.”

“Oh god,” Amity groaned.  “Don’t tell me-”

Luz’s grin looked almost evil in the moonlight.  “We’re gonna save the roosters.”

“Luz, where the hell are you planning on bringing them??? Most roosters live in captivity!”

“So I looked it up, and it said that roosters thrive in forest climates, and the nearest forest is only two hours away!!!!”

Amity wanted to say she was surprised, but she knew Luz well enough at this point to know to expect this from her.  She reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.  “Luz,” she said gently. “I love how big your heart is, and I love that you want to save these animals.  But roosters are supposed to live on farms.  Also, you had chicken salad for lunch.”

Luz looked at her with puppy eyes.  Fuck.  Amity couldn’t resist that.

She sighed.  “Fine,” she said.  “We can save the roosters.  But you know the farmers are gonna make us pay for them.”

“Ahhhh thank you!” Luz squealed, throwing her arms around Amity’s neck.  She kissed her cheek.  “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Amity grumbled.  “Now get in the car before I change my mind.”

~

It was going fine until they reached the gas station.  The roosters were in the back, probably shitting all over Luz’s car, and Amity was in the passenger seat, gripping the door handle and trying not to freak out.  

“Shit,” Luz said over the radio about a half hour into their ride, summing up Amity’s thoughts nicely.  “We need gas.”

“I’ll get it,” Amity volunteered quickly.  Anything to get out of the car, anything to get away from the ominous clucking emerging from the backseat.  She opened her door.  And that’s when all hell broke loose.  

Fourteen roosters, smelling freedom and gas station muffins, burst from the back seat into the front, climbing over Amity and streaming out of the passenger side door.  Amity shrieked and fell out of the car, scraping her arm on the concrete as roosters used her back as a jumping off point into the night.

Amity hissed as she used her arms to get up, her scraped elbow burning.  Luz ran around the side of the car to help stop the roosters, but it was too late.  They both watched helplessly as the birds flapped their wings and hopped away.

It was two thirty in the morning, and they had released roosters into the town.  

They were both silent as they ruminated on what had just happened.  The birds clucked in the distance, joining the cicadas in their unholy screaming.  

“We need to go,” Luz said at last, far more calmly than the panicked look in her eye suggested.  She helped Amity up, careful not to touch her injured arm and, without another word, they both got into the car and sped away.

~

Since they were fugitives now, they could no longer sleep at the barn.  Forgetting the fact that the barn’s owners had their information and would no doubt charge them for the roosters anyway, they quickly picked up their things, got back into the car, and bolted.  They drove for a couple of hours, trying in vain to ignore the strong smell of bird shit emanating from the backseat.  The streetlights illuminated the scene: feathers in the backseat, feathers in Amity’s hair, blood gently staining the paper towel Amity was holding to her elbow.   

After awhile they passed a sign for a Bed and Breakfast and Luz, having determined they’d gotten far enough away from the scene of the crime, turned the car in that direction.  They were quite a sight as they straggled into the quaint house, but the elderly owners asked no questions as to why they had shown up at four in the morning covered in feathers, so Luz and Amity gratefully stumbled up the stairs, finally collapsing in their new room.  Despite the summer heat, Amity was shivering, so Luz hurried to light the fireplace.

Once she’d tended to the fire, Luz sat down on the floor next to Amity.  “Show me,” she said, gesturing to Amity’s injured arm.  Amity wordlessly offered up her elbow, which Luz inspected.  “You don’t need stitches,” she said gratefully, pulling out a Naruto bandaid.

“How could you possibly know that?” Amity asked quietly.  Luz shrugged.  “I was really clumsy as a kid.”  

Amity raised an eyebrow.  “Okay, fine, I’m still clumsy,” Luz admitted.  

Their silences were usually comfortable, but this one most definitely was not.

“I’m really sorry,” Luz finally whispered, gingerly covering Amity’s wound with a picture of Sasuke Uchiha. “I didn’t mean to ruin our anniversary trip.”

They hadn’t spoken much since The Incident.  Amity had stared stonily out the car window while Luz drove and occasionally attempted to covertly glance at her girlfriend.  Hours had passed without Luz saying a word, a feat which Luz was secretly quite proud of.

“I really thought we’d manage to have a normal, nice time,” she continued, “but I ruined it, and now there’s a town being terrorized by roosters and it’s all my fault.”

Amity didn’t say anything for a few moments and then, unexpectedly, she started to laugh.  

“Um,” Luz said.  “Amity? Did you hit your head, too????”

“No, no,” Amity said between giggles.  “It’s just- it’s so us. Who else would this happen to?????? We released fourteen roosters onto an unsuspecting town in the middle of the night, and your car is covered in shit.  I really should’ve expected something like this.” “So...you’re not mad?”

“I was,” Amity admitted.  “In the car, I was kind of pissed.  I mean, you did wake me up in the middle of the night, which, as you know, is never a good idea, and we did have to flee our romantic trip like criminals.  But then I started thinking, and, I don’t know.”  She smiled almost shyly at Luz. 

“I knew what I was getting into when I told you I loved you,” she said simply.  “And I’m happy being with you, even if I did have to face one of my worst fears.”

“Oh my god,” Luz said, lower lip trembling.  “You’re gonna make me cry.” 

“Don’t go all soft on me now,” Amity said, rolling her eyes with a smile.  

Luz launched herself at Amity, and they fell over, rolling across the carpet a few times before finally landing next to each other on the floor.  Luz touched her forehead to Amity’s.  “I’ll always be soft when it comes to you,” she said.

“Gay,” Amity whispered back, but leaned forward and captured Luz’s mouth with hers.  

After the day they’d had, neither of them had the energy to get up, so they ended up sleeping on the floor that night, cuddled up on a blanket next to the fire.

“Happy anniversary,” Luz mumbled sleepily into Amity’s neck right before she drifted off to sleep.

“Happy anniversary,” Amity answered.

Despite it all, they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

[black-rose-writings]

I read Ruin and Rising because I’m bored

And I also hate myself

Like with the last book, I have a vague idea of the plot and stuff from tumblr and fanfics. I will also be refering to Darkling as Sasha for most of this.

I am still Darklina trash and don’t particularly like Mal.

On a different note, I’ve finally moved for college, but the internet here is trash, so I’ll probably have a lot more reading time now, since most games I play are online and will crash without internet.

Before

Cool story. Let’s hope Alina stays a badass.

Who am I joking, I know how this ends.

Chapter 1

So far so good. I hate the Apparat, per usual. Alina’s there basically dying and that bitch can’t wait to see her do so.

Cult leader to the core this one. He probably hates that his figurehead is alive and also not brainwashed.

Cult leader doesn’t like swearing. How surprising.

My boy David is completely right. What kind of irresponsible dingus keeps centuries old books in a fucking wet-ass cave? (Or a tree for that matter *cough cough* The Last Jedi *cough, cough*).

Genya is fun to be around.

Oh, shit, let’s go.

Chapter 2

Jesus Christ, Alina, Zoya isn’t that bad.

This is one hell of a shitshow.

I live for this version of Alina. Badass. Scary. I want more of this Alina.

Chapter 3

Out of all the random little details from crappy smut fics, I did not expect Oncat to be from the books, lol.

Mal actually has a supernatural tracking ability. Like, literally, they put a bug into the pouch with gunpowder so he could make the shot. I guess this was kinda said before, but never this directly, right?

Alina’s merzost-skyping Sasha now, yay.

Alina is horny for Sasha boy. Yay.

Alina canonically has a praise kink. Nice.

I hate LB with all of my heart at this very moment. How dare she bait us Darklina people like this? How DARE she? (Shipbaiting is the worst, seriously.)

Yes, yes, yes. These two lines. That’s what their relationship is all about. They’re each others foils, the yin to the other’s yang and... ugh. I am Darklina trash to the core and this hurts.

Darklina: You have a terrible taste in men.

Alina: I liked you once.

My boy Sasha walked into that one.

Chapter 4

Alina is a Queen. And we love her.

David, my beloved, my spirit animal.

It’s surprising they can read it at all, given it’s been centuries. Have you ever tried reading medieval manuscripts?

Honestly, with a father that crazy, it’s no wonder Baghra’s a bitch. And I’ve seen it said somewhere that the books imply Ilya’s experiments are what caused Baghra to be a shadow summoner and you know what? I can see how you’d make that connection.

Why is there so few Tidemakers in the books? Waterbenders are useful. I want more waterbenders.

Alina picking up some habits from Baghra I see.

Ah, yes, we love an educated giant.

I’m starting to think Harshaw is a bit nuts.

Shut up, Hershey. Or at least share the weed with the class. I’m not here for this “He’s mean to you because he likes you”. I might believe that in like, elementary school, but yall are (more or less) adults. Jesus.

Well, that was a bombshell of a twist.

Chapter 5

Oh boy, we’ve got some trauma bonding for out merry band of misfits. Yay.

Adrik has a crush on Zoya. And she hates it, lol. Cut the kid some slack, he’s like 15 or something.

That reminds me, I have a four-leaf clover pressed in books from close to year and a half ago. Time flies.

They’re really diving into the Mal has supernatural powers, huh?

Ghosts, let’s go.

Alina “I’m so happy to be outside I start to shine like a fucking fairy” Starkov and Mal is entranced. He’s definitelly nicer now. I’m not forgiving him for all the shit he’s pulled before and for using the silent treatment way too much, but hey, at least he’s improving.

I am not a Zoyalina person, but like... gay? Please? Rivals to grudging allies to friends to lovers, 300k slowburn? Sounds more fun than whatever Mala dn Alina have going on, lol.

(I’m starting to realize I’m not as much a Darklina person as I am anti-Malina person, lol. Like, literally everyone has a more interesting dynamic with Alina than tracker boy over there. Malina is at best boring AF and at worst toxic, codependent and emotionally abusive, while also being boring AF at the same time. It has literally nothing going for it except God herself liking it).

I can see why Nadia is gay in the show. The book version of her definitelly has a crush on Tamar. Homegirl likes a woman, who can murder her with the flick of her wrist and honestly? Same.

Alina has some big “coming out of lockdown after a year” energy atm.

The cat is one of the most realistic characters in this thing, lol.

And since Tamar is also heavily queercoded, our lovely ladies make off into the night, flirting. Or maybe not. Let me dream, though.

At least Blade Boy is aware that his tattoo is stupid. To quote someone ranting about him on tumblr: He’s embracing his identity as a tool.

Oh, boy, this will be fun.

Evil soldier is horny for Mal. Saints, is there a woman in this book who isn’t horny for Blade Boy?

And here comes Niki to save the day.

Chapter 6

Niki saved the day.

Fiberglass? And David being David. Genya being in love with her nerd of a boyfriend.

Jesus Christ, this one crazy kid has moved the technology in this universe a whole century on his own. So, when is David going to propose to him?

Baghra hasn’t changed much I see.

Baghra’s about to drop some truthbombs, but no, we have to be rudely interupted because Genya’s rapist is throwing a fit.

Chapter 7

How does Mal sound? Is she gonna say the Blade boy sounds like her dad? I mean, I know voices are partially genetic, but it has been tens of generations between them, probably.

So, we’re finally taking Genya’s trauma seriously after all this time? Good. Better late than never, I guess.

I wish that regicide was already finished and I’m pretty sure that Genya does, too. Stop defending the fucking king, narrative.

David’s a nerd in all things I see.

Someone please just kill the king already. And the queen, too, for good measure.

Now that’s a romance.

Infodumping and listening to said infodumps is a legitimate love language, Alina. Let them nerd out over poisons.

Wait, has Alina never directly killed anyone before? I thought she did... hmmm.

And just like that, it should have been over. Ugh.

Somehow, Baghra is a better teacher now than she was before. She half feels like a completely different character.

Nevermind, she’s back at it.

Chapter 8

Holy shit, Nadia and Tamar are canon. They have canon gays here.

So, which one of them is gonna die?

Chapter 9

We arrive at that scene. The one, where they should have fucked.

Jeez, girl, get a hold of yourself. Life is short, fuck a villain.

In other news, Genya and David definitelly fucked.

Chapter 10

Poor David. He just wanted to know.

Damn... I never realized just how young Baghra was, when she killed her sister.

I’ve already made a post about this, but it really does strike me like Baghra has already decided to end her life at this point in the book.

Why is that whole “but what if we’re related” thing even in there?

Chapter 11

We love a suprise attack.

When did Sasha boy learn that trick?

Baghra really just did that. Oh boy.

Chapter 12

No, don’t kill the kid... ugh.

Emotiona support cat. She should be friends with Milo.

Porrige for brains. Oof.

So Nadia was the one, who got bees set on her in the book. Cool.

That’s a good question. Why was it never brought up to Alina, that other Grisha get blocks, too?

David already thinking of steampunk prosthetic for Adrik is honestly kinda sweet.

Chapter 13

Back home... kinda.

Is that really... you really care about Mal bonking the Grisha school mean girl over a year ago? Okay.

Chapter 14

Angst! Yay!

And more angst.

Chapter 15

Sasha really went “My mom killed herself to save you? Well, I’ll kill the closest thing to parents you have.”

Chapter 16

Nikolai’s alive. Kinda.

And these two have such a sibling energy, I can’t.

And then they fuck. Ew.

Chapter 17

Wait, wait wait... so Alina isn’t even the one to destroy the Fold?

Okay. That’s... weird.

Holy shit. That was...

So, Aleksander is dead. Mal isn’t. Someone else destroyed the Fold for Alina and now she has no powers.

Okay.

That’s a weird-ass ending.

Chapter 18

The gays survived, so that’s nice.

Genya made good on her promise of making Alina a ginger, lol.

After

What emotion is this supposed to give me? Cause all I feel is kinda sad.