#he asks his friend 'hey which one do you want?' very clearly referring to me and these other girls sitting next to me

[yiangchen]

why do men feel the need to speak so loud

[crescenthistory]

okay idea…c1 with regulus and a reader who is either very clumsy or very sick and he can’t help but dote over her and take care of her <33

terribly sorry if you are not a moonwater girlie, but this request has been hijacked into a poly!moonwater fic 🙏 i love them, your honour

Prompt: C.1 "I want nothing more than to kiss away all your pain"

Words: 1.9k

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, references to injuries, light sickness/illness, regulus being a Worried Boyfriend, remus being a Doting Mediator, light hurt/comfort, nauseating amounts of fluff, sirius being the butt of the joke, literally just cuddles massages and kisses

You apparently see your daily life as one long continuous extreme sport, and thus, so are the lives of Regulus and Remus, whose hearts are always working overtime to handle the stress of your near-death experiences.

When Regulus ran up to Remus, slightly red in the face and already huffing and puffing, Remus knew for a fact that you were the cause of his concern. Others might have read his body language as angry, but Remus knew this to be his boyfriend’s mother hen instincts kicking in – which means his were about to, too.

“What’s she do?” Remus sighed as he stood up from his seat outside the Great Hall, already throwing his bookbag over his shoulder, prepared to walk off.

“She’s in the infirmary,” Regulus hissed, grabbing Remus by the arm to pull him away, barely slowing down his gait.

“Oi! You can’t just run off!” 

Remus, admittedly, had forgotten that his best friend – his boyfriend’s brother, mind you – was sitting with him and was in the middle of chatting his ear off when he spotted Regulus. “Sorry, Pads, I’ll catch you later,” he tried calling over his shoulder as Regulus wholeheartedly ignored him.

“What?! Hey, no–” Sirius all but sputtered, self-righteously undignified by the whole ordeal, as if this was not a common occurrence by now. James began patting his back not much unlike one would do a child, placating him with whispers, no doubt about all the mess they could get into without Remus’ supervision.

“Why is she in the infirmary?” Remus asked when he was able to return his full attention to the boy whose breathing was still a bit too quick for comfort. He had half a mind to begin taking care of him instead and calm him down, but for now he settled for pulling him further into his side as they walked.

“I don’t know,” Regulus bit out through clenched teeth. “Pandora just told me in passing that she had seen her in there. I have no idea what she has gotten herself into this time. You’re lucky I walked past you on the way there, otherwise you would have been the last to know.”

Remus mulled over it for a moment, visualising your schedule that he memorised months ago. “She had Care for Magical Creatures last period, right?”

Regulus’ head whipped to the side to stare at him incredulously, clearly not having pieced that together yet. Though it was hard to tell, it seemed like his face had paled. His grip on Remus’ arm migrated to interlocking their elbows so he could more effectively drag Remus along as he sped up at the thought of what could have happened.

One of the things Remus most enjoyed about your relationship was getting to know the small quirks of yours and Regulus', your signs and your tells. For Regulus to forget all about Remus’ aching joints and rushing him along without ample support meant that he was beyond stressed on your behalf. Had Regulus not been here, Remus would have been much the same, thoughts able to spiral into the darkest of places when left to his own devices – alas, he was, so Remus collected himself appropriately and tried to be the grounded one.

“She’ll be alright,” he murmured as they turned the last corner before the infirmary. 

“She bloody better be,” Regulus huffed, voice laced with concern and poorly-hidden devotion. “Because I will be having a word with her about not prioritising her health and safety.”

Remus squared his shoulders, prepared to play the dual role of mediator and concerned boyfriend, perhaps with a touch of nurse as well, if necessary. 

“Good afternoon, Poppy,” he greeted warmly when he saw Madam Pomfrey by the entrance, giving Regulus’ arm a subtle tug to make him slow down. If there was one thing the matron did not tolerate, it was disturbances in her little wing.

“Oh, Remus, are there any concerns today?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion as this visit did not line up with their usual cycle of visits. Quickly, her eyes drifted over to Regulus, whose face was still noticeably flushed and realisation dawned on her face. “Ah, I see. She’s to the left, three beds down. Though I would advise keeping a distance.”

Regulus’ eyes widened almost comically at the last comment, letting go of Remus in favour of stalking down the hall as quickly as Madam Pomfrey would allow. Remus had to admit his own heart twisted in worried confusion as he gave a small smile and thanks before hurrying after his boyfriend.

He saw Regulus slip between some white privacy curtains mere seconds before he was able to follow himself. “Amour!” he heard Regulus say, abandoning any attempt to conceal his worry.

Remus held his breath as he drew the curtain back just enough to enter your little makeshift alcove, expecting the worst. Surely, he would find you with your leg elevated in a large cast, bloodied bandages all over your face or arms, hair half burnt off.

Instead he heard a small sniffle and your flushed face came into view where it poked out from beneath heaps of wool blankets.

“Oh, hi lovelies,” you murmured in the sweetest tone but with the most painful rasp Remus had heard in a while. It was immediately followed by a fit of coughs.

“Oh, dovey,” Remus cooed pathetically, rushing to sit down on the side of your bed. Regulus was still standing by the curtain, mouth slightly agape as he took in the scene.

This clearly was not what either of them had expected.

“What happened to you lovely girl, hm?” Remus whispered to you, perhaps with a small hope that you would reply in an equally low tone and spare your clearly hoarse voice.

You were truly bundled up under mountains of blankets, messy hair, glossy eyes and runny nose the only visible part of your body. The bedside table was littered with used handkerchiefs, paper towels and small plastic cups used to take potions. Some bottles of potion Remus identified as cold treatments were placed on the edge with a little note with jotted down time stamps. You looked absolutely, thoroughly poorly. 

“I’m sick,” you said hoarsely. You made a noise that sounded like choked laughter, likely at how terrible you sounded, but it just made it worse.

“We can see that, amour.” Regulus’ voice had become ten times softer, and he sat down on the other side of the bed from Remus, reaching out to cup your surely overheated face with his perpetually-cold hand. Remus could feel the phantom touch as his fingers ghosted over the apple of your cheek. 

“Don’t be rude,” you whispered cheekily, but you leaned into his touch with a sigh. “I look perfectly happy and healthy.”

Regulus snorted that laugh he only ever let slip around you two. “You do look beautiful as always. Though perhaps a bit like you’re on your deathbed, which you know you’re not allowed to be.”

You groaned, stretching your body beneath the tangle of blankets. “Ugh, I know,” you huffed, sounding pained. “I feel like it, too. Woke up feeling a bit, I don’t know, stuffy, but I tried to head off to class,” – Regulus made a disapproving sound, but let you continue – “and then I just really came down with it in Astronomy. Didn’t even make it to Magical Creatures.”

At least that's a relief.

“You should have stayed in bed if you woke up feeling poorly, love,” Remus murmured, fishing for your hand beneath the blankets. You happily gave it to him and his heart keened at how you seemed to crave his touch. 

“But I didn’t know I felt poorly poorly. Just… poorly. You know?”

Remus sighed almost dreamily. “I don’t.”

At the same time, Regulus softly said, “You’re not making much sense, pretty girl.”

You groaned your way through a voice crack, turning your head into the pillow on the side Regulus wasn’t lightly caressing. “I feel like the fever is eating at my brain.”

Both boys hummed in sympathy. Remus fought the urge to manhandle Regulus into bed beside you so he could hold you both and shield you from the world.

“It’s alright, amour. Sirius has survived 17 years without a brain, so you can surely manage at reduced capacity for a day or two.” He wore a cheeky smile from the beginning of the sentence, evidently proud of the opportunity to jab at his older brother.

Remus would have to deny it if Sirius asked, but he barked a laugh.

“That’s not very nice, Reggie,” you almost whimpered, though you too were smiling too. “I don’t have the energy to tell you off for being mean to your brother.”

“Well, at least we got one good thing out of your suffering,” Regulus offered, and his smile grew genuine when you laughed at that and lightly shoved his shoulder – clearly his end goal.

You furrowed your brows and brought your unoccupied hand up to rub by your temple. “I really do feel horrid, though. I might have to stay here overnight.”

“You poor sweet thing,” Remus cooed in sympathy. He lightly guided your hand back to lay on your chest as he brought his hands up to massage carefully at both of your temples, moving his thumb in slow circles. Regulus let his hand move from your cheek to drift through your hair so Remus could have space, calming the chaos of frizz caused by your time in bed. Your sigh sounded heavenly as you sunk further back into the pillows and let your eyes drift shut. “We’ll take care of you, yeah? Nurse you back to health?”

You hummed your approval, small tug at the corner of your lips that warmed his heart.

Regulus used the spell Sirius had constructed to expand the infirmary beds during Remus’ monthly stays, adding enough space for him to lay down beside you. When Sirius made it, it had originally been with the intention of the Marauders huddling together, but it was quickly capitalised on by you and Regulus. He got more comfortable beside you, head on the pillow next to yours where he continued playing with your hair in that way he knew soothed you. Remus remained sitting so he could give your face and scalp ample attention, relieving you of your tension headache with practiced ease.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, voice muddled by your hoarseness and oncoming sleepiness. Remus just smiled in response, trusting you would know it even when you couldn’t see it.

“Of course, amour,” Regulus whispered in turn, sounding more emotional than usual when confronted with your vulnerable state. This was nowhere close to the scolding-deserving mishap he had expected to find in the infirmary. “I want nothing more than to kiss away all your pain.”

“Well, you shouldn’t,” you huffed then. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

Regulus let out a breathy laugh and kissed your forehead defiantly, bottom lip brushing against Remus’ thumb and shooting pleasurable tingles up along his skin. “Too bad, lovely. We’re both staying here.” He looked up through his long eyelashes to meet Remus’ eyes, face scrunching up in affection with his lips still ghosting over your skin.

“Most certainly,” Remus whispered over the honeyed love that coated his throat and tongue. “We will nurse you right back to health, dovey. You just sleep now.”

[callsign-rogueone]

the love letter

sawyer henrick x healer!reader (peach!) words: 1.7k 🏷: no book spoilers, no warnings, set in iron flame, the 4th chapter in sawyer and peach's story, more of james being creepy but he doesn't make an appearance this time, nolon is still out of office, two points extra credit if you find a reference to another gf in here somewhere, both of these kids are still in denial and will be for another... three? chapters, first chapter of 2025 lezgeddit

Two more shelves of supplies to inventory, and then you’ll be done for the day. You pull yourself up from the floor, wincing at the ache in your knees from squatting in front of an under-the-sink cabinet. “Almost done,” you sigh. 

“I’ll finish up,” Sarah says, nodding toward the door. “You go see loverboy.”

“He’s a friend,” you correct, hoping she can’t see the warmth in your cheeks.

“Mmm,” she hums, clearly not buying it. “A very good friend, then. He’s here almost every day.”

She’s right. Like clockwork, Sawyer is waiting for you at eleven twenty eight. Always just a little bit early, but never ever late. You suppose riders have to be even more punctual than healers. 

“Thank you,” you say, giving her a rushed half-hug before you head out to the main room of the infirmary.

He’s always sitting at one of the study tables, and always stands up as soon as he sees you. 

You don’t wait for him to ask. “I got a hundred percent on my foraging assignment,” you say by way of greeting.

He smiles. “See? I told you not to worry about it, miss future Head Healer.”

“You’re not letting that go anytime soon, are you?”

“Nope.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully, but there’s no denying that his belief in you feels good, even if it’s exaggerated — there’s a tiny bit of truth in every joke. 

“Could you thank him again for me?” you ask softly. 

“Of course,” he says warmly. “And I brought you something, to celebrate.”

“It’s not another knife, is it?” you ask with a nervous laugh.

“I promise it’s not a knife.” He reaches inside his jacket, pulling out a piece of cloth, then folds back the edges, revealing something that glitters in the afternoon sunlight — a delicate metal chain with a tiny flower pendant at the end of it. He lays it in your palm, pocketing the cloth. 

“Oh, it’s beautiful. Where did you get it?”

“I didn’t. I made it myself.”

Your smile fades near immediately. “You made this?”

He looks a little crestfallen. “Yeah, why?” 

“I love it,” you reassure him quietly, still gazing at it, “but I don’t want you to be in pain. Especially not for me.”

He tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

You look up at him. “Doesn’t it hurt? Using your signet?”

He looks concerned, his eyebrows furrowing. “Of course not. It felt a little weird and tingly at first, but it never hurts.”

“But the Colonel always looks so uncomfortable, and the other mender… fixing a broken bone nearly brought her to tears,” you tell him, looking back at the tiny metal flower that you hold in your palm. You wouldn’t want to wear it if it had caused him pain to make it — but then if you don’t wear it, the pain would have been wasted. Which is worse?

“Hey,” he nudges, his hands settling on your forearms. “I promise you, it didn’t hurt me at all to make this, or to adjust that dagger for you. It’s easy, like shaping clay. Easier than that, really. I don’t have to sculpt all the details, I just picture them and they appear.”

You crack a smile. “I was wondering why you stole a single flower from my basket the other day.”

He blushes. “Sorry. I needed a reference — I wanted to make it accurate.”

“It’s perfect,” you tell him. “Thank you. Can you help me put it on?” You know you could do it yourself, but some part of you wants him to be the one to close the clasp, to lay his claim to you.

He takes it back from you, roughened fingers brushing against yours. “Turn around,” he prods.

You move your hair out of the way, letting him drape the thin chain around your neck. It’s just long enough for the tiny flower to sit exactly above your heart. The metal is pleasantly warm against your skin, seeming to glow under his touch as he clasps it, his fingertips brushing against the sides of your neck. 

He wants to kiss the soft skin there, to wrap his arms around your waist and press his chest to your back, to nudge his nose against the side of your throat and just breathe you in, because you smell absolutely intoxicating — sugary, fruity perfume and a hint of whatever herbs you’d been working with this morning. He settles for a gentle, fleeting touch to your shoulders, smoothing out the sleeves of your shirt before he shoves his hands back into his pockets.

“Thank you, Sy,” you say quietly, turning to face him again. There’s a soft pink blush across his cheeks, his lips curved into a shy smile. It’s adorable. You’d definitely kiss him right now if this weren’t all an act. It would be so easy to step forward and rise onto your tiptoes and just… Nope. Boundaries. He’s just doing you a favor, as a friend. Don’t make it weird.

He isn’t saying anything, so you attempt to cut the tension by changing the subject. “You’re pretty good at this pretend boyfriend thing, you know. Bringing me gifts, slipping that love letter under my door…”

His head tilts to the side in confusion. It's unbearably cute. “What letter?”

You give him a sly smile. “I know it was totally over the top and super cheesy, but you don’t have to pretend. It was kinda cute.”

His gaze hardens. “What letter, peach,” he repeats, with an edge to his voice that you’ve only heard a few times — it’s not a question, but an order for you to tell him what the hell is going on.

Your heart drops. “It really wasn’t from you?”

He shakes his head no.

It all starts to add up. You haven’t seen Sawyer’s handwriting in years, but now that you think about it, it didn’t look anything like what you’d seen this morning, and there isn’t any trace of amusement on his face as he looks at you — he’s telling the truth. It wasn’t him. It was James.

All those sweetened words now feel like taunts, the promises like threats. Maybe they are. Maybe you’re right to be scared of him.

“Do you have it with you?” he asks gently.

“No, it’s… it’s on my desk.”

He picks up your bag, shouldering it and gesturing toward the door, as if to say lead the way. You make the trip silently, taking him down hallways that have become familiar to him in the last few weeks. He’s memorized the turns by now; a left past the infirmary, up two flights of stairs, another left, third door on the right. Room 322.

You unlock it with an actual key — something he’s still not used to — and shrug off the healer’s robe as soon as you walk in the door, tossing it over the back of your chair.

He’s walked you to your door a few times, but he’s never been inside. He realizes that the way everything in the riders' rooms is black, the healers’ are powder blue; the sheets and drapes, and the woven rug between your desk and the bed. He steps back, not wanting to dirty it with his boots.

It’s just as sparsely furnished as the riders’ rooms, but you’ve added a few things to make it less austere. The stuffed bunny you’d carried around as a child and taken meticulous care of sits on your pillow, there’s a neat row of tiny nail polish bottles on the desk — and a small piece of paper there among your books.

You hand it to him, chewing your lip. “I just thought you were being overdramatic about it to be funny, but…” You watch his eyes flick back and forth as he reads through it, and you make a second, sickening realization. “I don’t know how he figured out which room is mine,” you whisper. “All of my healer friends think he’s crazy, so they definitely wouldn’t tell him. And you’re the only other person who knows, besides the leadership.”

He looks up from the paper, his jaw clenching. 

“I’m so sorry for dragging you into this,” you whisper, holding back tears. “Hey,” he soothes, dropping the anger completely. “Don’t apologize. None of this was your fault.”

“Maybe it was,” you say softly. “Maybe I was too nice to him, did something to make him think I liked him…”

“Whether or not you were nice to him, he should have taken no for an answer the first time,” he says firmly. 

“I just don’t know what to do anymore. I told him about you, because I thought that would finally get him to stop, but I think that might have made it worse. I don’t want him to go after you.”

“I’ll be fine. Nobody else is allowed into the rider’s quadrant, and even if we crossed paths, I could totally take him in a fight,” he says with a half-smile — it doesn’t make you feel any better. “C’mere.” 

You step forward without hesitation, letting him gather you into his arms and resting your head on his shoulder. The leather of his jacket is cold against your cheek.

“I promised you we would get you through this, and I’m not going to quit. Is Nolon here today? Or the head healer?”

You shake your head. “No. I never know when they’ll be around. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Then tomorrow, you and I will talk to them about what’s going on, and see what he can do about it. I’ll meet you in the infirmary, like always. Bring the letter with you.”

“Okay,” you sniff, worrying the little flower back and forth between your fingers nervously. “Thank you, Sy.”

He reaches up to cradle your cheek, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. “Of course, sweet girl. You know I’d do anything for you.”

You nod silently, leaning into his palm. He lingers there a moment, until you hear the muffled chime of the tower bells. “You should go,” you say quietly. “I don’t want you to be late.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he soothes. “Are you going to be okay for the night?”

You nod. “Yeah. I’ll be okay.”

He gives you one last little squeeze before he pulls away. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hum in response, silent as you watch him leave.

Tomorrow. You just have to make it to tomorrow.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Mouse Trap

Summary: Neither Sam or Tucker thought that there was an actual reason Danny abandoned them out of nowhere. Then they end up stuck with Danny in a ghost trap and learn that not only was there a reason, it's a lot darker than they wanted to imagine.

Or: A no one knows au where Sam and Tucker come to the wrong conclusion, but it helps anyway.

...

Honestly, Sam couldn’t picture many ways this day could have gone worse.  The Fenton’s ghost weapons have never really worked right, but she thought they’d at least know how to keep their ghost-proof cages from going off totally randomly, and capturing her, Tucker, and Danny.  If anyone should be safe from these things, shouldn’t it be their own son?  Not to mention that the last thing Sam needed right now was to be stuffed into a confined space that got launched 50 feet in the air with her best friend and her very much former best friend.  But here she was, caught in a cage trap in the trees just outside of school, far enough away that no one had seen it happen, with Tucker and Danny.

Tucker hit his head on the side of the cage when it launched upright, meaning Sam was pressing her jacket into the side of his head so he wouldn’t have to look at the blood, and trying not to look at Danny on the far side of the cage, who was looking around like a cornered animal.

And honestly, that was a bit much.  For as clear as he’d made it that he didn’t want to be around them anymore, what with his saying it to their face, Sam thought he could at least be in the same place as them for ten minutes.

“What day is it?” Sam asked Tucker, focusing her attention very firmly on him.

“Tuesday,” Tucker said with a wince, moving his head slowly down to shield his eyes from the sun.  “And I have a terrible headache.”

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, making sure to not let the worry show in her voice.

“Tucker.”

“What’s my name?”

“Samanth—”

“Shut it.”

Tucker smirked up at her, which eased Sam’s worries a little bit.

“Just hang in there,” she said.  “I don’t think you’ll need to go to the hospital.  We’ll just head to your house as soon as Danny’s parents get here.”

There was a sharp intake of breath that for a second Sam thought came from Tucker, an instinctual reaction to how little he liked hospitals, but Tucker raised his head slightly to look over at the other side of the cage, meaning it came from Danny.

Sam glanced over too, half caring, and found Danny with his head pressed into the space between his legs, clearly trying to calm himself down.  She scoffed and turned her attention back to Tucker, pressing the jacket more firmly into his head wound that took obvious precedence over being around people you don’t like.

Tucker, however, didn’t seem to agree, and a second later said hesitantly, “Uh, you okay man?”

Danny, as the only person “man” could refer to coming from Tucker, jerked his head up so hard he slammed it into the back of the cage.  It made Sam wince despite herself, but he didn’t even seem to notice.

“Hey,” she said anyway.  “Stop that.  I don’t have another hand if you get a concussion too.”

“What?” Danny asked, like he hadn’t noticed the fact that Sam was giving Tucker very unqualified first aid care.

It seemed he really hadn’t noticed, however, because a second later his eyes widened and honed in on Sam’s hands.

“Wait, are you okay Tuck?” he asked, making a half-aborted motion towards the other side of the cage.

Sam stared at him for a second.  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’ll be fine,” Tucker said, brushing past Sam’s annoyance.  “Why do you look like you’re caught in a trap?”

Danny took a turn staring at them at that.  “Have you not noticed the cage surrounding us on all sides?” he asked.

“Dude, it’s your parents’ cage,” Sam said, rolling her eyes.  “As soon as they get here they’re going to let you out and start fretting over you.”

Danny didn’t reply, instead reaching a hand up to grip one of the bars of the cage so tightly his knuckles turned white.  And that was certainly… odd, but Sam had more pertinent things to worry about.

She turned her gaze back to Tucker’s head, and found the bleeding had mostly stopped and hadn’t soaked through her jacket, meaning he was probably going to be okay until someone else got here, the way the light hurt his eyes aside.

She kept her hand pressed firmly on his head, supported with her other arm, but she also leaned back against the side of the cage as much as her position would allow.

“You’re gonna be alright,” she confirmed to Tucker.  “Just stay awake.”  She was pretty sure that’s what you were supposed to do, anyway.

“Surprisingly not feeling that tired, what with the way we’re hanging in an already faulty ghost trap 50 feet in the air.”

“You’ll be fine,” Danny said, looking out the side of the cage, though Sam wasn’t sure what he was looking for.  “It’s not faulty.”

“It captured three humans and launched us into the air with no obvious ghosts around,” Sam deadpanned.  “Who’s to say it won’t drop us all next?”

Danny looked back over at her, but Sam couldn’t read his face.  After a second, he just amended, “It’s not that faulty.”  Then he went back to looking out the side of the cage towards the school.

Sam sighed but didn’t say anything else, and turned back to Tucker.  The wound had stopped bleeding now, but she still wanted to get Tucker out of here sooner rather than later.  She looked outside of the cage, but she couldn’t hear any students still at the school.  It was well past 3:00, after all, they would be on their way home.  But the teachers wouldn’t leave for a couple hours yet.

“Do your parents have like, alarms that go off when one of their traps goes off?” Sam asked, turning back to Danny.

Danny tightened his grip on the bar of the cage.  “Mm-hmm,” he said.  Sam could see his hand shaking a little bit.

“Okay,” Sam said, turning to face Tucker.  “They’ll probably be here pretty soon then.”

But Tucker was still looking back at Danny.  “Dude,” he said.  “They’ll be here soon.  You don’t have to freak out.”

“I’m fine,” Danny said, with a voice that was distinctly not.

“Oh, he’s fine,” Sam snapped, rolling her eyes, and returning her glare to outside the cage.  “He just can’t stand being in the same place as people he knows he’s fucked over.”

“Sam,” Tucker said quietly, leaning close enough that Danny wouldn’t be able to hear.  “I think he’s really scared of something.”

“Oh please,” Sam said, not bothering to keep her voice quiet at all.  “What, just ‘cause we’re caught in a ghost trap—” she stopped.

When she thought about it, it was a real possibility.  Before he had kicked her and Tucker to the curb without a second thought, they’d known he was terrified of ghosts.  He vanished as soon as they appeared, and didn’t show up until after they were gone.  Neither of them had ever known where he went, but he’d always looked worse for wear or shaken when he came back.

And right now they were dangling in a cage meant to trap ghosts.  It wasn’t an impossible leap that one would show up.

“Danny?” Sam said, despite herself.

Danny looked over at her, and yeah, now that she wasn’t denying it, the scared mouse look in his eyes was obvious.

“Hey, we’re in a cage meant to trap ghosts,” she said, keeping her voice low and being as comforting as she could stomach.  “Why would any of them come here voluntarily?”

But that didn’t seem to help.  If anything, it just made it worse.  Danny gripped the bar so tight Sam almost thought it bent, but that was impossible.  Then he shifted so Sam couldn’t see the bar and leaned his head back against the cage, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Hey, dude,” Tucker said.  “It’s okay.”

Danny just glared at him.  “Leave me alone,” he snapped, which, honestly, Sam wasn’t sure what she should have expected.

“Danny,” Tucker said, because he didn’t get the memo.  “Seriously, dude.  It’s okay.  We’re gonna be fine.  You said it yourself, the cage isn’t gonna break and drop us.”

Danny just shook his head and pressed his head back against the bars, squeezing his eyes closed again.  Tucker didn’t say anything else, and neither did Danny.

Sam paused and looked at Danny for a moment, taking in the hunched shoulders and the tension in his face and the shaking hands.  He really was scared of something.  But if it wasn’t the ghosts, then what was it?

A voice came suddenly from down below, loud and familiar.  “It should be just this way, Mads!”

Danny’s eyes shot wide open and he pressed himself back further against the wall of the cage, gaze instantly dropping to scan the ground below them all.

Wait, he wasn’t…

A second later, Mr Fenton appeared, followed closely by Mrs Fenton, and both of them looked eagerly up at the cage.

But as soon as they say who it was, their grins dropped.

“Danny?  Sam?  Tucker?” Mrs Fenton asked in concern, stepping towards them.

“Uh, sorry Mom,” Danny said, waving.  Sam wouldn’t have seen the way his hand was shaking if she wasn’t looking for it.  “One of your traps caught me again.”

Again?

“Oh, for pete’s sake,” Mrs Fenton said, putting her hands on her hips.  “I don’t understand why they keep doing that.”

“Don’t worry Danno, we’ll have you down in a jiffy!” Mr Fenton called.  He aimed his ecto gun at the rope above the cage.

“Uh, wait,”  Sam called.  “Maybe don’t—”

He fired before she could finish, leaving Sam just enough time to spin around and pull Tucker’s already-injured head into her chest before the cage started to fall.  She held Tucker there tightly until it hit the ground a second later, which— ow.

“Okay,” Sam said, pushing herself back into a sitting position.  “There really wasn’t a better way to do that?”

“Sorry, sweetie,” Mrs Fenton said as Mr Fenton went to work firing at the bars at the spots where none of them were sitting.  “We designed it for ghosts, you know.  Obviously we’re not going to give them an easy way down.”

Sam didn’t know quite what to say to that.  After a second, she looked across the cage at Danny, and found him warily eyeing Mr Fenton firing at the bars.

Sam turned to face Tucker.  “You okay?” she asked.

Tucker nodded, and when he pulled back from Sam’s chest she saw that his wound didn’t look any worse.  They’d just head home and let his parents look at it.  He’d be alright.

“Sorry about that kids,” Mrs Fenton said, as Mr Fenton slung his ecto gun back over his shoulder, having successfully blown apart enough of the bars for them to get out.  “A lot of our equipment seems to react to Danny for some reason.  We’re still trying to figure out why.”

Sam looked back over at Danny, who was pulling himself up using one of the bars and not even seeming to notice the fresh cut on his elbow, probably from when they fell.

“Alright, it’s back to the drawing books with this one,” Mrs Fenton said to Mr Fenton.  “We’re gonna have to figure out why it’s not working before we try using it again.”

“Yeah, I know,” Mr Fenton said with a sigh.  He turned back to face the rest of them.  “Do any of you need a ride home?  Danno, you want to come with us?”

“I’m okay,” Danny said.  Sam shook her head, and Tucker did the same after her.

“Alright, then we’ll see you at home Danno!  Sorry again!”

And with that, the two of them walked back towards the school, already talking about how they could potentially fix the cage.

Sam stared after them for a second, not sure what she was feeling.

The first one of them to move towards the shot-open-exit was Danny, and she could see him trying to take deep breaths as he did.  As soon as he got out, however, he turned and waited for both of them to do the same.

“Is your head okay?” he asked, looking at Tucker.

“Uh, is your elbow okay?” Tucker asked.

Danny looked down at the wrong elbow first, which was definitely… something.  Then he switched to his injured one and just kind of stared at it for a moment.

Instead of responding to Tucker’s question, he looked away from his elbow and stepped forward, then started peering at Tucker’s wound like he actually knew what he was looking at.

“It’s a head wound,” he said after a second.  “They look a lot worse than they are.  Just watch it and make sure it doesn’t get worse.  It doesn’t need stitches.”

“Uh, thanks?” Tucker said hesitantly.  “How… how do you…”

“Bye,” Danny said, and walked away before either of them could even start thinking about saying anything else.

Regardless, neither of them said anything for a long pause after he left.

Finally, Tucker turned to face her.  “Sam,” he said slowly.  “He was scared of his parents.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, as the pieces clicked together horrifyingly in her head.  “So, we’re officially the worst friends ever, huh.”

…

Okay, upon thinking about it, they probably weren’t actually the worst friends ever.  Danny had still walked up to them and directly said that he didn’t want to be friends anymore and that he wanted them to leave him alone.  There wasn’t much they could do about that.  But if Danny’s parents had been… that, and they hadn’t noticed, that officially made them terrible friends.

And Sam had a pretty good guess as to why she hadn’t noticed.  She hadn’t wanted to believe Jack and Maddie Fenton were capable of it.  She’d known them almost her whole life too, after all, just like Danny.  She and Tucker had sleepovers with them in charge as little kids, they’d played games, they’d grown and matured and learned lessons with them, they’d been disciplined by them before, they’d asked questions about growing up and had gotten answers, just like they had with their own parents.  She hadn’t been able to imagine them hurting her on purpose.

And maybe they weren’t actually hurting Danny on purpose.  Maybe they hadn’t realized Danny had gotten hurt yesterday.  They clearly hadn’t realized that Tucker had.  Maybe if they realized that their inventions were actually hurting Danny, they’d stop.  Maybe they didn’t realize the toll this was taking on him.  There were a million maybes.

But in the end, the maybes didn’t matter.  Because Danny still looked scared when he heard it was them coming.  He’d still reacted like it was perfectly normal that he’d fallen fifty feet and his elbow was bleeding.  He’d still known whether Tucker’s head needed stitches or not.

(And maybe the other maybes were plausible too.  Maybe it wasn’t indirect.  Maybe they’d gotten mad that Danny had broken one too many of their inventions, through no fault of his own, and they had—)

But no matter which maybes were true, the way all of it was affecting Danny was a fact.  And Sam didn’t even need to talk to Tucker to know that both of them agreed they weren’t going to let Danny deal with it on his own anymore.

So, at lunch the next day they searched around until they found Danny.  Somehow, he’d ended up with a lunch tray on the roof.

He looked more stunned than Sam had ever seen him when she managed to push the trap door in the ceiling open and climbed out.

“God, Danny,” she said, pulling herself exhaustedly up and reaching back to help Tucker as soon as she did.  “Could you pick a place to hide that’s less impossible to get to?”

“What are you doing here?” Danny asked, scooting back on the roof.

“We came to eat lunch,” Tucker said, letting his and Sam’s lunch boxes slide off of his arms and drop to the roof.  Sam grabbed hers and walked over and sat down next to Danny, and Tucker followed just behind her.

“What— I told you—”

“Yeah, and we’re telling you to stuff it,” Tucker said.  “Danny, we’ve been friends since the second grade.  If you were gonna get tired of us you’d have done it before now.”

Danny looked away.  “I—”

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Sam said, and Danny turned to her with wide eyes.  “Whatever it is you’re not telling us?  You don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.  Okay?  Just stop trying to push us away, idiot.  We’re not going anywhere.”

Danny looked down at his lunch.  “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he whispered.

Sam exchanged a worried glance with Tucker.  Then she took a deep breath and reached out to grab Danny’s hand.

“That’s not on you to worry about,” she said firmly.  “That’s not your responsibility.”

Danny shook his head, like he disagreed, but Sam cut him off by squeezing his hand.

“Dude, if we get hurt because we’re your friends, then it’s on whoever’s doing the hurting,” Tucker said.  “Not on you.”

Danny didn’t say anything, but after a second, he squeezed Sam’s hand back, which she was going to take as an answer.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, almost too quiet to hear.

Tucker reached out and put his hand over the top of both of theirs.  “It’s okay,” he said, and Sam nodded.

“We’re staying here, with you,” she agreed.  “No matter what.”

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

How about Kyle and the reader both act they meet for the first time when making a movie together. Kyle falls for the reader. They end up being involved on the set of the movie after they are done filming. Then on the night of the movie premiere they go together and then end up at Kyle’s house they are involved again but when the reader awakes up Kyle is gone and has left her a note with a pair of his sweat pants and tshirt saying last night was fun here is an outfit to go home in then she gets invited to her friends house for a pool party. Then it’s been about a month since the reader and Kyle have talked. She suddenly gets a call from a director saying hey can you come read lines for a new movie I’m filming you have been recommended by my main star to be his leading lady so they reader says yes and goes and reads the lines when the main actor suddenly appears and reads his line the readers heart skips when she realizes it’s Kyle then she gets hired for the part and she drives off with the script and the filming schedule she goes to her friends house and tells him everything Kyle had followed her and he says to the readers friend what are you doing with my girl? Then the readers friend says first of all she is not your girl she was never your girl I you sleep with her 2 times and then don’t text or call her you broke her heart so leave her alone. Then Kyle just smiles and shakes his head and says but she will be I won’t stop till she is mine. Then Kyle becomes obsessed with the reader won’t leave her alone and he uses the movie which is a story about them to try and seduce her and win her over. You can add things if you want but here is a idea don’t have to use it just figured it might help

DRAMAAA!!! So here for it!

More than just a one night stand

Warnings: MAJOR Possessives, angst, smut

She was on the set of the current film she was working on. She had to wear lingerie for this scene since her character is meant to be a stripper. She looked rather aroused already, but that was thanks to her co star being the charmer he is. He was very good looking too, which makes her nervous for any sex scenes in the movie

But she didn’t need to worry much since he was already looking at her. His eyes were filled with hunger as he admired how she looked in that lingerie. She turns to look at him, which makes her blush. “Oh hey Kyle!” She says casually since this wasn’t anything new, but this was different since she did in fact have the fattest crush on him. “You okay? You seem rather stressed out”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” She asked him. “You seem excited about something” he says as he was obviously referring to her arousal he took notice of before she noticed him. She blushes more, which makes her face extremely red. He smirks before walking off to get ready for his scene. She watches him walk away as she was in shock from what he said and clearly hinted at

- once done filming for now, she couldn’t get him off of her brain. He filled her every thought like he was some type of drug she seemed to be addicted to. She was currently in her trailer as she was looking at herself in her mirror. She had fake hickeys on her, but she wished that the hickeys were real. She had never gotten this close to a co star like this before. The sex scene be called out as something straight out of a porno. She gets rid of the hickeys that covered her body, which meant she was naked

There was a very polite knock on her door, which makes her tell the person that she’d be a minute. “It’s just me” Kyle spoke, which makes her freeze. “You told me that you’d give me my hoodie back after filming” he explains as she felt herself growing excited again. She did recall saying this, but didn’t think he’d want it back exactly right now. “Could you give me a few minutes? I’m naked” she asked him

She was met with silence, so she continued to clean off the makeup off of her. She didn’t realize that he was inside of her trailer until she was done with getting the makeup off of her. She blushes madly as he looks at her with the same lust filled eyes he used during the sex scene. She noticed this immediately as she stood up, and decided to close the gap between the two

Her lips go onto his lips hungrily as he returns the kiss with the same amount of hunger. He picks her up and brings her over towards her bed. He finds himself on top of her as she removes his shirt. His lips disconnected from hers for a moment, but found their way back to her lips once his shirt was being thrown onto the ground. She unbuckles his belt and then threw it onto the ground as well

His pants were next as his lips moved down to her collarbone. He leaves gentle kisses on her collarbone as she takes his boxers off finally. This makes him stop as his head now moves down to face her soaking wet core. He places her legs onto his shoulder as he goes in to lick her. She lets out a moan as her head arches back now. Her eyes were going to the back of her head as her hands were clenching the sheets

He goes deeper into her pussy, finding her sweet spot. He licks there, which makes her moan louder. He then went to suck on her folds and even bite them at some point. She gasped as his teeth grazed her flesh, but it felt so good to her. He then licks the bite gently to ease the pain away. She was close, but he stops and pulls away from her pussy. He brings himself to being back on top of her

“I’m not gonna be gentle” he warns, but this only turns her on more. “Do you want me to do this?” He asked her, which makes her nod her head eagerly. He smirks before slamming into her. She lets out a loud moan as her head immediately arched back and so does the rest of her body. He lets her stretch out before he starts to roughly thrust against her sweet spot

Her hands were digging into the sheets as his hands were digging in her thighs. The trailer was filled with noises of the bed creaking underneath the two. The smell of two sweaty bodies filling the air, but it was an intoxicating smell to him. He moans as loudly as her as he aggressively fucks her. Her thighs started to bleed as he was digging deeper into her skin

“Kyle” she moans as tears start to leaving her eyes due to the pain, but she doesn’t mind the pain. It just brings her closer to her edge. He knew she was close, so he picks up his pace. She orgasms intensely, also squirting as she moaned his name loudly. This makes him orgasm right after hers. He continued to pound into her though as their cum gets all over the place now

He wasn’t gonna stop until he was done. Her legs were growing sore by the second, and growing weaker at the moment as well. When he was done, he went to lay down next to her after fucking her so relentlessly. She felt weak, but not weak enough to get up for a shower. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked with a possessive voice that would make her weak to her knees if that wasn’t already her current state

“Shower. You wanna join?” She asked him, which makes his face light up. “Absolutely” he says as he gets up and walks over towards her. The two take a shower, and then go to sleep together. This was how every day of shooting went. Stolen kisses, dates, making out, or just cuddling and watching a movie together. Nothing sexual happened until she was pressed against his wall after arriving to his home. He wanted to spoil her tonight with even more kinky shit then before

He pins her hands above their head as he looks at her like a starving animal. This excited her as she felt a pool of arousal dripping down her thighs now. His eyes go down onto her arousal, and then ripped her tight dress off of her. He spares her underwear from being ripped, but he does aggressively take her underwear off, which makes her more excited

He eventually brings her to his bedroom, and was naked. He’s on top of her as he had such a different demeanor than the first time doing this together. He leaves hickeys on her neck and bites, marking her up again. She does the same thing afterwards. The morning after arrives as she felt sore again just like the first time. But what was different was him leaving her alone. He wasn’t in his house, but rather off shooting a different movie

She noticed a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt of his with a sticky note on top of it. She gets out of bed, and changes into the clothes. She looked at what the sticky note said afterwards and felt smiles at it at the time. “Last night was fun! Here’s an outfit to home in” the note read. She had kept the sticky note at the time, and then went to her phone to book an Uber. Luckily the Uber didn’t know who she was, so the ride back to her place was chill with no talking involved at all

While in the Uber, she gets an invite to a pool party. She smiles as she saw that the pool party was next Friday. She said she’d go and if it was okay if Kyle would come. Her friend said it was fine, which makes her text Kyle to inform him about the pool party invite. The message was left on read, and that was it. She found it unusual that he wasn’t automatically responding since no matter how busy he would be, he’d always text back or call back

She gets off of her phone, and decides that maybe he decided to not check his phone when he’s extremely busy anymore. The day of the pool party arrives, and she was in a cute bikini in hopes he’d be at the party. Music was blasting outside as many people were swimming or hanging out beside the pool. She looks everywhere for Kyle, but didn’t see him. She gets out her phone from her purse to text him. She had her phone on do not disturb up until now, but was shocked to see no new messages from him

She decided to call him. Straight to voicemail. She felt hurt and decided to text him since it’s been a bit. She texted him to ask if he was okay, but the message failed to send. She felt heartbroken as her friend noticed her. “Yo! Y/n, are you okay? Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked her as he realizes the look of betrayal on her face. “He’s not coming…” she says as tears begin to leave her eyes. “I’m only upset because it seems like he also blocked me as well”

“What an asshole. I know what would get your mind off of him!” He exclaims with happiness, despite her mood being the complete opposite. “Moviesss!!!” He says as he takes her hand to help her out of the crowd. She soon finds herself in his living room with her shirt and shorts back on. She’s under a blanket with movies playing on his projector. He went back to party as she just stayed there and watched all of her comfort movies

She had fallen asleep there. A month had passed, and still nothing from Kyle. She’s been avoiding a lot of his interviews since she didn’t want to know what he’s said about them. She was still heartbroken and felt like she had been broken up with in a way that hurt more than saying anything at all. She couldn’t move on, since she was still a month fresh out of the relationship. She did wonder if he did say anything positive about her

She goes onto YouTube, but instantly gets a call. She sighs and answers the call. “Hello Y/n! I’m working on a romance movie and non of the people I’ve seen acting out the main character don’t seem to have that spark or interest in the role. You’ve been recommended by one of the stars, so I would love to see your acting skills in person” the director says with enthusiasm. This makes her happy since she did need something to work on to get her mind off of everything

“I’m interested!” She says with a smile without knowing what she was getting herself into. “Lovely! Please come in two days from now, since you’ll need to fly out for this” the direction says, which makes her excited. The day arrives: she sat down on a chair with the script in hands. The director hadn’t shown up yet either, which makes her check her watch. It’s been thirty minutes, and the director still hasn’t shown. She guess she got the wrong kind of vibe from him over the phone

She looks up from her watch to see Kyle. Her heart begins pounding rapidly in her chest now. The director was sitting across from the two now, and observing her acting skills. She pushed all of her thoughts aside, and realized the scene that she was reading was a character very in love with his character. They power through the scene that was supposed to be acted out as an audition. “You seem down. Did something happen at work? Did he yell at you again?” She asked with concern in her voice as she was in character

“I’m only down because I’ve missed you all day. You’re laughter and smile was all I wanted to see and hear all day, but instead I was stuck at work” he responds in character as she felt her heart racing rapidly still, hoping it wasn’t loud enough. “Did you think about killing your boss again?” She continues in character. “Somehow I didn’t. Because instead of thinking about killing him, I did” he responds back in character. Her character was meant to go silent here, and so she did

“But I did it since he was getting in the way of us. I don’t want anyone to get in the way of us” he continues. “Neither do I” she spoke in a seductive voice as her character. “Good” he says as he’s still in character as he gets up to approach her. She wasn’t entirely sure how to respond since it was hard for to understand all of this. He looks at her with eyes filled with yearning, and she didn’t know how to feel about this. “You definitely got the role! Wow! You really are wonderful” the director says cheerfully

She gets up and leaves immediately now, and Kyle follows her. She got into her rental car as she now drove off to a friend’s house that lived near the set. She was allowed to enter the place without knocking especially if something like this was to happen. Kyle had just pulled up to the driveway, and parked his car. He gets out of his car as he could hear her sobbing

She had already told him everything that had happened, and so he was hugging her in comforting embrace. Kyle was inside now, and his blood was boiling at the scene in front of him. “What are you doing with my girl?” Kyle shouts as her friend looks at him now. “Your girl? 1. You didn’t show up to the pool party that she invited you too. 2. She thinks that this was your way of breaking up, so she doesn’t think that she’s even your girl anymore”

Kyle waits to say something until she had stopped crying. Kyle looks at her and notices that it would take a while for her to get back with him. Her friend stops hugging her as she leaves to go back to the hotel she was staying at. Kyle looks back at her friend once she was out of sight. Kyle smiles after shaking his head. This makes her friend curious and confused. “She’ll be mine again. I won’t stop until she is”

Kyle leaves her friend’s house knowing she wouldn’t believe her friend if he ever brought it up. Kyle acted too sane in front of her for this to be believed. It was the first day back being on set with him again. The first scene was of her covered in fake blood. A crime scene in front of her character. She grins with malicious intent. Then his character pops up to kill the same guy, but finds out that he was already killed

One scene down. She was assisted with getting the fake blood off. Kyle watches her hungrily. She eventually got back into her trailer to wash up. When she was only wrapped up in a towel, Kyle knocks on her door with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She opens her door to see him looking at her wet body immediately. “Oh! Hey Kyle” she says as she wishes that she wasn’t still into him

“Hey, I’d like to apologize for blocking you. I was told to do it so I could focus on my role more” he says as his eyes met hers. She forgives him, and takes the roses, but didn’t let him inside. Day two of filming arrives: her character was sent to kill his character. She usually did her own stunts, which the director was impressed by her. She was about to ‘stab’ him when he brought her down into his lap with one quick motion

She does blush, which luckily could be edited out. “So, you’re the one taking my job” he spoke in character. “I’m not taking anyone’s job” she spoke as she ‘fought’ to be out of his grasp. “Listen before you do something you’ll end regretting” he threatened as he continues to stay in character. “Fine! What’s on your mind?” She asked as she stayed in character

“I think we should team up” he says as his hand begins to rub her thigh. She continues to blush as he places a hand onto her cheek. “I don’t do team work” she says, which makes him raise an eyebrow. “I could convince you” he says as he continues to rub her thigh. “Fucking me won’t convince me” her character speaks, which makes his character raise an eyebrow

“That’s a damn shame, since you’d probably enjoy it” his character says as his character easily takes the knife out of her hand. “You could also use a better weapon than this” his character says as the knife gets placed down onto the coffee table. The rest of the shooting day went smoothly and she was happy to be done for filming for the day

She was getting ready to go out to ease her mind and get away from Kyle. After she was dressed, she did decide to see if he had in fact said anything about her in interviews. She was worried that he did in fact say that the two were still together, despite blocking her. She gets onto YouTube before another call interrupted once again. It was a number that she hadn’t recognized, but decided to answer it just in case if it was work related

Her heart wanted to come out through her mouth once she heard Kyle’s voice. “Hey, are you free tonight?” He asked her, which makes her a bit hesitant to respond, but maybe she could get answers as to why he blocked her or why he finally wanted to talk after time had passed. Sure it wasn’t a whole lot of time considering the situation, but it was enough time for her to feel heartbroken

“Yeah” she says truthfully, wondering if she’d regret saying that later. “I know I ghosted you, and I thought I should make it up to you” he explains, which makes her have mixed feelings. “I figured we could go out to a restaurant that I’d figured you’d like. I would understand if you didn’t want to go though” he says, which makes her think deeply about all of this

Would she get the answer of why he ghosted her if she went? Maybe, but also the two would be going somewhere public together. She had more of a harder time staying away from paparazzi compared to him, and she wasn’t sure if she’d be comfortable with all of this information coming out about her current relationship status. “Well if we were to meetup, could we possibly just stay in my trailer or yours?”

She could feel his smile on the other side- a genuine smile and not a fake one. “Yeah. I wouldn’t mind that” he says honestly, which makes her smile. She decides to hang out with him, even if she did originally want to go out to escape from all of this. But deep down, she missed him just as much as he missed her. She seems very tempted to give in to whatever feeling she was currently feeling

A soft knock on her trailer gets her out of her thoughts. She goes over to open the door, and saw him standing there in what he’d normally wear. He still had fake blood on him, which was very hot to her. He also held a single rose in his hand, which makes her blush. “This is for you” he says as he hopes she’d accept the flower

“T-Thanks” she stuttered out, which makes her embarrassed. He smiles as he decides to place it in her hair since he knew she’d like that. She seems more relaxed and less on edge than usual. It was refreshing for her as the two now sat down on her bed. A movie was playing on the tv in her trailer: she’s cuddling up to him as the two were now lying down on the bed instead of just sitting. His arm was wrapped around her as her head rested on his chest

Neither of the two were really paying attention to the movie. Kyle was stroking her hair as she finds herself getting sleeper by the second. She realized how much she missed being in his arms and just being this close to him. He was thinking about how he was just happy to be this close to her again, and was also excited to her friend’s reaction to the two being back together. She does fall asleep, which makes him kiss her forehead

He takes the rose out of her hair too, and was about to get up when she brings him back to lying in bed. “Stay” she murmurs, which makes him smile again. “I’ll stay” he says truthfully

[illtakeyoutowonderland]

The One (Part 16)

The one with the silence

Sihtric x Reader

A/N: Ragetti is the name of the one-eyed character from The Pirates of The Caribbean. You'll know what I mean! I left a picture for reference at the end of this post :)

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Y/N said her goodbyes to Thyra and Beocca, telling them she was tired and that they should stay and enjoy the party once they tried to leave with her. She walked toward the entrance of the palace when she found Steapa sitting in the garden, having a drink by himself. He saw her and gave her a nod as he stood up, clearly not expecting anyone to catch him sitting alone away from the party "Lady"

"Aren't you supposed to be guarding? Inside?" She asked him with a smile

"I just needed a minute from all the..."

"Royal drama?" She raised an eyebrow and he nodded while they shared a laugh

"Are you leaving already, Lady?" He asked and she nodded "Let me walk you. I could use the air" He said before she could protest. 

So both of them made their way back from the wedding to the ale house, where Y/N knew she would find Finan, Osferth and Sihtric drinking. Steapa walked next to her and Y/N was glad she got to share the walk with him. He was a very funny man, he had make her laugh almost all the way, her laughter earning the attention of her friends once they got there, only to be greeted by a very annoying Aethelwold who walked to them as soon as he saw her

"Lady Y/N. I've been looking for you at the party" He said and her friends looked between the pair, confused

"I can make him disappear, Lady" Steapa whispered to her only which made her laugh "Just say the word?" He begged for a reason to punch the man but they both knew it wasn't the ideal way to behave and that it would only creat more chaos

"I'm fine, my friend" She said to him with a smile "Go enjoy the wedding"

"Lady" He said nodding at her before going back to the palace, not without sending a warning look to Aethelwold 

Y/N sat next to Finan and Aethelwold boldly sat across from her, next to a very annoyed Sihtric who looked at him but Aethelwold decided to ignore him "Why is the weasel looking for you, Y/N?" Finan asked but she only shrugged as she poured herself some ale

"The weasel has a name, Irishman" Aethelwold replied rolling his eyes

"So you do consider yourself a weasel" Osferth said making everyone at the table laughed, except for Aethelwold

"Said the bastard child..."

"Hey! You better watch it, Ragetti" Y/N sternly said slamming her cup on the table and pointing at Aethelwold "You will not talk to my friends that way" Everyone stood silent for a few seconds, surprised by the way Y/N had reacted and defended Osferth. But she hold the one-eyed man's gaze, daring him to say something other than an apology

"My apologies, Lady" He said smiling at her in an attempt to make himself believable "It seems I may have drunk too much already and I lost my manners" She didn't believe him, no one did. But she said nothing else 

"Who's Ragetti?" Osferth asked and Y/N rolled her eyes but laughed at her friend's confusion telling him he would tell him later

"I must say you have a beautiful smile, Lady" Aethelwold spoke again

"Okay...?" She replied sipping from her cup and she looked over to Sihtric who only shrugged at her 

"What is it you want, Aethelwold?" Finan asked annoyed at the man

"All I want, Finan, is to get to know the Lady better" He explained "Is that a crime?"

"What if I told you she is already taken?" Finan said to him and a frown appeared in both Y/N and Aethelwold's face

"She is?" He asked clearly not believing him

"I am?" Finan gave her a look "I am" She stated to the man

"By God" Osferth added, catching up with the joke

"Ah, yes, God" She said as she looked up to the sky "My one and only true man" Finan snorted, Osferth smiled widely and even Sihtric couldn't contain his laugh. It was pretty obvious they were messing with Aethelwold, and he might be annoying but he wasn't that supid. He knew what was happening so he eventually got up from the table to leave

"It was lovely to meet you, Lady" Aethelwold said and Y/N gave him a weird smile "Hope I will see you again, soon" And with that he walked away from the table ignoring the other men sitting with her

"What's with you and the royal family?" Finan asked her after a few seconds

"I have no idea" She said as she shrugged "Maybe I am meant to be royalty. I know I am a princess at heart, at least" She joked and everyone laughed, Finan pouring the last of the ale on his cup

But Y/N took the cup away from him "Do not" He stated as he tried to take it back but she was faster, slipping away from her sit next to him as she drunk it all in one sip earning a laugh from anyone but Finan "She always does that" He mumbled as she sat next to Sihtric this time, for protection against her grumpy friend "You are paying for the next jug, young lady" He said pionting at her

"Princesses do not pay" She scoffed with too much confidence "Also this princess does not have any coin" Osferth smiled at her friend and Y/N felt Sihtric's body shaking next to her chuckling at her words.

"This princess needs to learn how to braid her hair" Sihtric said to her as he touched one of the few braids along her long hair. Y/N heart skipped a bit when he had called her princess, already feeling a little blush on her cheeks

"Oh, I know how to" She said not pushing his hand away from her "I'm just lazy" She shrugged and smiled at him playfully. A smile he returned and she wondered how she had not melted already. He hold her gaze and for a second she felt as if it was only the two of them...

"Sihtric?" A new voice broke them from their little moment and they looked over to the source of the voice only to found a woman standing close to the table. Sihtric's frame stiffened, his hand falling from her hair and everyone's smile fade away "Can we talk?" She looked uncomfortable, nervous even. A few awkward, and silent, seconds went by before Sihtric got up, saying nothing, and followed her away from the ale house and into the dark streets

"Who is that?" Y/N asked her friends and she noticed the uncomfortable look Osferth and Finan shared with each other

"That's Sigdeflaed" Osferth replied to her "Sihtric's almost wife"

"Osferth" Finan said sternly, clearly he had given too much information

"Oh" Y/N said softly, realizing there was much to the story she thought "I didn't know he almost got married"

"It is not something he enjoys rememebering, Lady" Finan said to her as he grabbed the empty jug of ale and got up from the table "There is a reason he does not speak about it. And it is not our story to tell" He said to Osferth who looked down at the table and nodded at his friend's words

Y/N really really wanted to ask. She consider pushing Osferth about it once Finan drop drunk on his bed, but decided against it. It felt wrong, Sihtric would tell her if he wanted to, right?

A few days had passed and she noticed how Sihtric's interactions with her had diminished noticeably. He hadn't made any comment on what happened or what the woman wanted, at least not in front of her. 

"It'd be months before Edward's king" Finan said as they all sat together at Beocca's place. But Y/N was once again not paying attention but watching over Sihtric, wishing she could read minds so she could figure out why on earth the quietest of men had gone even quieter when Thyra entered the house

Y/N touched slightly Hild's arm, both women noticing Thyra's upset state. They both walked toward the red haired woman and saw the tears on her face, Hild did not doubt when she pushed her in a comforting hug while Y/N made a signal to the men "Thyra?" Said Beocca realizing something was going on "What is it? Why the tears?" 

"I'm going to fucking kill him" Y/N said grabbing her knife after Thyra had told them between sobs what just happened with a man name Tidman on the streets

"Not if I kill him first" Beocca mumbled as he stormed out of the door

"Wooah, easy there" Finan said as he took the knife from her hand "You are not killing anybody"

"Y/N no" Thyra said stopping her from arguing with Finan "If you go it will put a target on your back"

"She is right" Uhtred agreed "You already stand out too much"

"I do not" She replied rolling her eyes and everyone gave her a look "I do?"

"Please stay" Thyra said and once again Y/N did not have the heart to tell her no, so she stayed. She sat next to her friend as the men started to follow Beocca to prevent him from doing something stupid or for backup, Y/N was not sure. Sihtric gave her one final look before he walked out, Y/N missing it for a second as she looked up and saw his back towards her as Osferth closed the door.

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Hi! I love MAWS it’s so good!! It’s literally changed my mind on Superman as character bc he was never one of my favorite DC characters until now!

I have a story boarding question if you don’t mind!

What’s your process for starting to board a scene? Do you thumbnail out first? Do you look at reference?

I want to be a storyboard artist but it‘s daunting to start the actual boarding process because I don’t really know how to start? #industryQs

Hello hello!!! Aw, thank you so much for enjoying the show! Hopefully you and fans will also love the second season once it comes out~ Oh, my process for storyboarding. Well for reference, I've only worked on script-driven shows which means there are writers who write the scripts as opposed to board-driven shows where board artists are writing dialogue on top of doing the storyboards. So when I'm first given a script I (obviously) read it and ask a lot questions to my director (if possible the writer) for things that are for sure needed to be there. Usually this can be like "Hey, throughout the section a character is feeling this emotion" or "Make sure the screen direction is this because of this other element". For me, these are like tentpoles I place down and work within so that I'm giving what my director wants. But once I ask the questions and read the script way too many times, I make very bad thumbnail drawings on post-it notes haha. Normally if I get a good script, I can clearly see the images in my head and quickly put it down on paper (and it's not very good haha, it's more like this is the composition I want). Sometimes I don't see certain parts as clearly and I'll ask my director for feedback/advice and we work together to put it all on paper. Sometimes I do look at references if I'm stuck on a section or I really liked how a show did a shot and I wanna dissect that further. It's all very dependent on the episode in how much I look at references and how many questions I'll ask, but that's pretty much how I start. Even if it's for personal stuff that I'm not writing a script for I still just get the ideas down on paper first and ask my friends to roast me haha. It doesn't really matter if I make the most perfect drawings because if it doesn't work, if it doesn't flow well, if the visual storytelling isn't solid, then doing all that embellishment I did is wasted. That's why I always tell myself it doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to work. After that, I go into doing actual roughs in Storyboard Pro and might change shots to enhance the shot flow or start adding character acting. But again, it's not clean or very good drawings. I draw mannequins and make sure the heights/proportions are right for composition reasons and get everything down so my director can edit my work and provide feedback. But yeah, a lot of my process in the beginning is getting the ideas down on paper first and making sure it works before embellishing it. It can be very easy to wanna make one beautiful shot and not distribute that energy equally across a whole sequence. I want the whole sequence to be good, not just that one shot. Once that's all said and done (meaning I've gotten my director's feedback and such), that's when I clean up and make the boards more presentable for the final pitch. For me, storyboarding is a marathon and matter of making a good shot flow rather than flashy boards. Get it down on paper, edit out what does and doesn't work (asking for feedback helps with this step), embellish once I have the foundation down. Not every board artist does this but this is pretty much my process haha. I hope that answered your question!

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Hey- sorry for the wait..(just realized how short ep1 was very sorry but this one’s longer)

Thank you Soo much for da support ep3 is now here!!>:3

Link to ep1 if your new-

as allwase mainly my inspired by Reprogramed made by @littlecrittereli

Disclaimer: Russian people, slight sui*ide thoughts, cussing, medicine, violence, and sm gore but not much!

Ep2 “Elizabeth?”

The blondish man wearing a blue vest clearly showing a confused expression she corrected herself, though her English wasn’t that good her voice still with a heavy accent she managed to say “hello. Your friend is safe and unharmed-” before being interrupted by the man sitting in the chair.

“who are you?! What did you do with my brother! Where is he-“ Martin blurted out trying to process the situation and eager to make sure his little brother is alive and well.

“I can assure you he is safe.. if you wish to see him clam down and stop yelling for gods sake it gets really Annoying” Her cocky yet firm voice somehow made Martin’s wish to see his brother even more urgent, though he complied.

“Fine- can I please see my brother now” though his annoyed voice was thankfully calm enough in her opinion given she walked out of the room hearing the door click and now being met with utter silence he began to worry and hope the Tortuga had noticed their absence and started looking for them.

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Chris who silently observed his situation trying to form a idea and what really was going on, he knew that escaping wouldn’t be easy so instead he sat patiently and waited for the answers to come to him.

Likewise he heard a door click, turning his head to the sorce of the sound he noticed the blondish woman who had been standing near a counter last time he remembered-

His thoughts were interrupted when two of the “bots” as the younger Kratt refers to them as lifted him up and out of the room into a dark empty room, then another click later he was placed down gently his eyes now adjusting to the light he saw a familiar shade of blue though his blurry vision.

“Chris!- are you ok?! Are you hurt?!” Martin exclaimed seeing his little brother tied up as well now noticing a purplish bruise on his right temple, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for their situation.

“Martin!? I’m ok- I just have a mild headache but nothing too serious, are you ok?” The younger of the two desperately answered as he was now about 15 feet from his brother scanning his body he couldn’t visibly see any scars.

Martin now turning his attention to the blond woman standing slightly in the shadows, how Pethedic of him.. he let his brother get hurt by some low level nobody..

“I do not intend for anybody to get hurt-“ the Russian woman’s heavy accident trailed.

“Who are you- why are you experimenting on animals?! What do you want from us..” Chris blurted out at least trying to get some answers, he couldn’t be sure of her intentions- given she would willingly hurt innocent animals anything could happen.

Her attention now focused on Chris she began to open her mouth, though no words were spoken.

“..Tell me this Американский *american* , who are you and what do you want with me?..” Her cocky voice made Martin even more annoyed.

“First of all he asked first. Second of all we are The Wild Kratts and you are endangering innocent animals which is why we are here-” Martin replied his voice clearly showing annoyance, he would continue but she interrupted again.

“Voild Kratts?- I remember that name..” She pondered for a second before exclaiming “oh!- my friend Donita talked about you once-..” She stoped before continuing “..as for the animals they are a mere sacrifice that must be made in order for..” her voice stoped realizing her eyes gravitated toward her shoes, now looking up she continued, “Elizabeth.. my name is Elizabeth.”

Martin now realizing how much time has passed he began to panic, looking over at his brother only made it worse seeing how the younger Kratt started showing signs that he might pass out, his thoughts were interrupted when a radio lying on a nearby table went off.

“Did you kill them yet-“ a thick heavy male voice came from the radio, like the woman’s accent it was also Russian.

The woman quickly rushed to grab the radio, “..No- I have a better plan..”

Chris noticed her worried expression, he noticed her Demeter changed when talking to this man- and not in a good way.

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Back at the Tortuga Aviva was the first to ask questions, “It’s been too long they should be back by now- koki where were they last?!”

“I’m sure they are fine, they probably just found some animal and lost track of time” Jimmy chimed in attempting to calm Aviva down while Koki pulled up a map on the main screen.

“Uh oh-..” Koki blurted out, she tried to hide it but her face looked panicked which didn’t help Aviva.

“Tf you mean uh oh?! What’s wrong?? What happened!” The brunet scientist already panicking on and on top of the news she just received wasn’t helping her situation.

“Just try and calm down-“ The orange haired pilot interrupted trying to de-escalate the situation.

“How can I be calm?! The two boys are out there with an unknown villain who for all we know killed them!” Aviva’s panicked tone snapped back.

“Aviva calm down! Their transmitters stoped reviving 20 minutes ago, Thier last known location is roughly 3miles from here- it appears Thier is a clearing near by that we can land the Tortuga at it’s going to be ok.” Koki got out of her chair and now had her hands on Aviva’s shoulders as she gave jimmy a nod, then the aircraft began to ascend and head toward the marked area.

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“Donita said I could override one of the newer versions of the suit..” Elizabeth continued talking to herself out loud, Chris aredy knew what was going to happen looked over at Martin who’s face which was now pale and thought to himself how Pathetic.

“So. I have no use for you americano, боты dispose of it. And please this time don’t harm the poor thing-” The woman continued as one of the bots picked Martin up and began to carry him out.

“CHRIS-! ELIZABETH I SWARE WHEN I FIND YOU AGAIN AND I WILL IF YOU HURT HIM ILL PERSONALLY MAKE SHURE YOU WILL PAY!-” His voice disappeared the further he was untill it became muted, Chris had tried to say something but his pleas were drowned in the yelling.

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The bots had knocked Martin out before he had left the plane and carried the blond man for about 5-10 minutes then abruptly dropped him in some bushes by the Tortuga.

“Martin!- wake up!” Aviva had just descended from the turtle when she saw a familiar blue poking out of the bushes.

“Huh, what happened?..” His eyes stated adjusting to the darkness before panic kicked in, “Chris!..

h-he.. I left him..eliza-..” His head had a large gash on it that was now loosing blood, he couldn’t speak nor could he stand on his own so Koki and Aviva practically carried him back to the ship and dropped him on the center table.

“I need some pain killers, and the first aid kit-” Aviva demanded as she thankfully got his wound to stop bleeding before inspecting the rest of his small

cuts/bruises, wether it was bandaging his leg or pouring some peroxide as he let out painful groans she would find out the story one way or another.

“Tell me what happened- Where is Chris?” She demanded his small groans didn’t answer her question which only made her panic.

“Eliz-beth..t-took..russian..m-mmy fault…” The older Kratt had started crying his mind only thinking of the worst, not concerned about his own heath and more about his brother he had tried to get up before his legs gave out, the team quickly attempted to catch him but they ended up bumping into each other.

“It’s going to be ok, don’t blame yourself well find Chris.. togeather-” Koki had attempted to cheer him up she also tried to his the fact she was worried, it was no use everyone could tell something bad had happened.

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Chris was now left with the scientist, he was going to get out of here- feeling cocky he asked, “what are you going to do with me- use me into a lab rat.”

“Vell that idea crossed my mind, it would be too dangerous.. you would die so soon-“ Elizabeth continued, she had killed countless animals in the name of science the worst part about it was sitting holding the small limp animal in her arms knowing she was the reason it’s dead.

“You know.. experimenting on animals is wrong- and I think you know that.” Chris mumbled loud enough so the blond could hear it but firm enough to be cocky, all the younger Kratt could do was wait.. maybe his brother will pounce though the door and save him the time- though his mind weighed the possibility he could be dead.

“Enough. боты *bots*-..” The scientist looked worried after she shouted some command, he knew nothing about her- don’t let this Pathetic vild Kratt’s words distract you, you’ve come so far and have made so many sacrifices.. she kept telling herself, Elizabeth had a bad habit of suppressing everything down until it became unbearable and when that happens she usually distracted herself until she forgot about it.

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The pressure was overwhelming at first, she used to work her self to the point she figured it would be best to inject herself with a “antidote” that she knew would never work.

Nevertheless, she alone would save everyone even if that means she has to sacrifice herself.

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Falling for You | Choi Yeonjun

Summary: You like Yeonjun, and he knows it. But what happens when you figure out he just might like you too? Pairing: f!reader Noona x Yeonjun, f2l (age gap 2 or 3 years, take your pick lol) Word Count: 3.6k a/n: I am so so so so so sorry to my anon that sent this a while ago! I hope it was worth the wait <3 p.s. not edited well because I was happy I finished it and wanted to post it asap! Let me know what you think!~

"I didn't know you were such an adrenaline junkie" Yeonjun says while fastening my harness and pulling the straps tighter, making sure everything is secure. "Why do you say that?" I ask, ultimately knowing but not wanting to admit it. "Well you've been here like 4 time since I started working here and I just started last month" he says laughing at what he probably believes is my clueless nature. "I don't know, it's exhilarating. Plus it was my first time so I don't know I guess I've been addicted ever since" I finish off getting a bit defensive but ultimately it's the truth. 

"You know, in another context that could sound really dirty" he teases making my cheeks heat up. "Yeonjun!" I scold hitting his arm, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. "What? Am I wrong?" he says, clearly loving my reaction. "No you're not but aren't you supposed to be acting professional while at work?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest. He ended up getting a job at an adventure park with bungie jumping, sky diving and zip lining, amongst other not so extreme activities.   

"Yeah but I don't need to act professional in front of you because you're my friend right?" he laughs, making excuses for himself. "Yes we're friends but still!" I argue, "Aw are you getting shy?" he teases, tilting his head at me. "You wish" I say scoffing at him, fed up with his cocky attitude already. Deep down though he knows I'm loving this...and that's the dangerous part. 

I like Yeonjun, and he knows that. I've liked him for years but we've never actually addressed it and he hasn't acted on it. Which pretty much shows me he doesn't feel the same way. So this is what we do, I act like I can't stand him but go out of my way to not so subtly be around him. Where as he does everything in his power to tease me until he gets a reaction out of me. Which honestly isn't very hard when it comes to him. 

That's been our friendship dynamic for years now and I don't want to mess that up, even if it means that we can't be together the way I want us to. "You ready to go? You know the drill so if you're all set I'll get you hooked up" he says referring to the zip lining contraption. You know, I might've been here multiple times already but I still don't know any of the proper terminology besides harness and carabiner, the latter being one Yeonjun had made fun of me for calling it 'the clippy thing' just today.

"As ready as I'll ever be" I say taking everything in. "Hey, you've done this before so don't let it psych you out" he says in a softer tone, placing a hand on my chin and pulling my face back over to his, my eyes now focusing on the floor not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Eyes on me Pretty" he says and I snap my eyes up to his but take a step back when I start choking on air. 

"Cute" he chuckles at me before bringing me back over to get hooked onto the zip line. I walk with him and let him drag me along, still caught off guard by the pet name and end up overthinking and spacing out until I get to the front of the line. "Oh hello again!" the girl that works on getting people ready to go on the line says. We've spoken a few times and she seems really nice but sometimes I get a bit insecure seeing her interactions with Yeonjun. 

"Hey!" I respond, still kind of unsure if I want to do this again. "Hey!" Yeonjun yells over to me, "Just close your eyes when you take off and count to 10 then open your eyes, that's when the best part comes into view". I nod my head at him and turn back around to face the girl as she helps me get connected. 

"You and Yeonjun seem pretty close" she says, clearly fishing for information. "Yeah we've been friends for a few years so I guess you could say that" I say. "Oh you guys are just friends? I could've sworn you were his girlfriend" she says with her brows slightly pinched together. "What would make you say that?" I ask, my heart beating a little faster. "I mean he talks about you all the time so I thought that maybe..." 

"Oh no, yeah we're um, yeah we're just friends" I say awkwardly after gaining that new piece of information and looking back over to him. "You know, if you like him you should ask him out" she says following my gaze to see him smiling and laughing with another one of their coworkers. "No I couldn't, plus I'm a few years older so I don't know" I say getting kind of embarrassed at the fact that I've admitted that I have a crush on a younger guy, and not only that but a close friend that's a younger guy.

"Wouldn't that be a bit weird?" I question, bringing my attention back over to her. "I don't think so. I mean it's not like you're 40 years old or something. Two or three years isn't that bad. Just think about it, I've seen you here so many times and I know for a fact that you both would make a really cute couple" she finished.

"I don't know about that" I say still turned towards her. "Don't know about what?" Yeonjun says sneaking up on me. "Don't sneak up on me like that! Do you see how far that fall is?" I scold and point towards the forest hundreds of feet bellow us. "You would've been fine silly. Plus you're already hooked up to the line. What's been taking you so long? I thought you went already" he asks, puzzled and looking back and forth between me and his coworker that I had been talking to.

"We were just catching up a bit" she says with a smile making an easy excuse. "You know Summer" he asks, speaking to me while pointing at the girl that I now know as Summer. "Yeah I've helped her out a few times since she's been here" she says and he nods, pacified with that answer. 

"So are you ready to go now?" he asks, double checking what I can assume is my harness, making sure I'm as safe as I can be. "I guess so" I answer again, kind of losing the thrill of the activity because of what Summer had just told me. 'Should I really ask him out?' I think to myself. "Noona?" he calls for me. "Huh? Did you say something?" I ask, feeling bad that I had spaced out on him. 

"I asked if you would like me to go with you? We can race if you want! Then I'll walk you over to the next thing you have planned. Skydiving right?" he asks trying to recall my agenda for the day. "No not yet, after this I'm going bungie jumping and then sky diving to finish out the day" I say filling him in once again.

"Sorry, with so many people that come here I sometimes get things mixed up" he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck which is strange since things like these aren't usually what gets him acting like this. In fact I don't think I've ever seen him act like this "It's fine Yeonjun don't worry about it. So are we gonna race or not?" I ask deciding to just move past what could turn into an awkward conversation. "Sure, just give me a sec and I'll put on a harness" he says and runs off to do as he's said. 

"Did you see that?" Summer asks, "See what?" I question back. "How he wanted to help you when you get to the other side and how he offered to race you to make you less scared and how embarrassed he got with the fact that he forgot the order you're going in today, how much he lit up when you asked him if he still wanted to race how-" "Okay Summer, okay I get it" I laugh cutting her off. "Well, if you don't ask him out soon then I'll ask him out for you if you want?" she questions trying to help me out. 

"That would be even more embarrassing than just doing it by myself" I say shaking my head and getting nervous just thinking about it. "What would be embarrassing?" Yeonjun asks, this time thankfully not sneaking up me. "Nothing don't worry about it. You ready?" I ask, trying to run away from this conversation. "Yeah um, sure" he says getting even more suspicious with us than he had been before. 

"Just think about it okay?" Summer says when she comes back around after double checking Yeonjun's connection for him and now triple checking mine for an excuse to encourage me one last time to which I just nod and get myself mentally prepared for this zip line as well as the prospects of potentially asking him out myself. "Alright guys, three...two...one...GO!" Summer yells and we both set off with Yeonjun just a second faster than me, already gaining a clear lead. 

"Hey that's not fair!" I yell, laughing at his awkward position which makes him go a lot faster, knowing that I wouldn't dare do something like that. "Hurry up then!" he says going back to sitting normally to which I take advantage of and decide to try out what he had been doing before, zooming past him. "Noona! Not fair!" he whines behind me and tries his best to catch up. "Hurry up then" I tease using his own words against him and this all goes on back and forth until we finally reach the end with me finishing just a second or two before him. 

"I took it easy on you" he says making excuses for his loss. "Sure you did" I taunt, knowing full well that he pretty much did. "That's the last time though! I want a rematch!" he demands, needing to regain a sense of pride. "Maybe next time, come on let's go!" I say excitedly and drag him right along with me. 

The walk to the bungie jumping area isn't too far off and it's spent still bickering with each other about the results of the race. "Fine you won, but I'm gonna go upside down when we go bungie jumping and then I'll win this round" he says and speeds up, trying to get there first. "Hey! You can't win at bungie jumping, you either jump or you don't jump, that's it." I argue, failing to see his logic. 

"Yeah but we can one up each other" he retorts and gets in line. "Fine, then I'll go upside down too" I say once I catch up to him. "Wait really?" he asks, completely surprised that I would even say that, let alone go through with it. 

"Why? Are you trying to get me to back out so you can win?" I say raising a brow at him. "So there is a winner" he says and pokes my side, to which I return with a slap of his arm. "By your logic, yes there is. But if we both go upside down then it's a tie which means I'm still in the lead" I say, satisfied by the outcome, but only if I actually do it.

"Do you want to go first or should I?" he asks. "Is that even a questions? You go first" I say and push him in front of me in line. "Fine but don't chicken out after I go because you think it's 'too scary' he says in air quotes. I give him a sarcastic smile and a wack him in the arm as a response. "OW!" he yell, obviously playing it up. "Well then stop making fun of me and just go" I say showing him it's his turn already.

I watch every step they take in hooking him up to make sure I'll be mentally prepared for my turn. "You got this loser" I yell as encouragement after they put him in position and he does nothing but smile in response. "Alright you ready?" the worker asks and Yeonjun sends a quick nod before they give him a countdown from three and drop him a few seconds afterwards. I lean forward a bit to try to get a better look at him but by his screaming and laughing alone I can really tell he's having a great time.

"Noona oh my gosh that was so fun!" he says coming over and giving me a hug enveloping my whole body, probably in an effort to steady himself on his feet. "You ready?" he asks with a huge smile and I can't help but laugh and say yes after seeing how happy he seems. A few seconds later though, that's another story. 

"Wait Yeonjun, can't I just go the regular way?" I plead, questioning all of my life choices up until this moment. "Nope, you promised me that you would do it if I did" he scolds. "I did no-" "Shhh" he quiets me before telling the guys I'm ready to go. They start placing everything they could possibly need to to keep me from dying on my ankles as well as answer any of my questions and assuring me I'll be fine. 

"Hush you'll be fine, just tell them when you're ready" Yeonjun says, peer pressuring me into doing it. "Fine" I mumble before letting the guys know. As they start to hoist me up into the contraption that drops me I shut my eyes trying to imagine myself anywhere but here. "Noona open your eyes!" to which I shake my head just enough for him to notice, not daring to make any sudden movements. 

"Open your eyes or I'll kiss you" he yells and at that my eyes open as wide as they possibly could seeing him with a smug smile before giving me the countdown. "Three..." "Yeonjun no!" "Two" "No stop I'm done playing get me down!" and before I hear him say one I feel myself drop and get the wind knocked out of me. Once I regain some air in my lungs after the first bounce I start to scream which slowly turns into laughing like crazy just as Yeonjun had done moments before. 

"How was it? It was amazing right?" he says with a huge smile on his face, still so amused at my reactions before the drop. "OW!" he says rubbing his forearm after having hit him for a second time. "Next time listen to me!" I say and try to take a step but stumble backwards a bit, still needing to regain my center of gravity. "Careful there" Yeonjun says pulling me back up by my harness. 

My eyes widen at the proximity between us now and I look up at him and he leans closer until his nose brushes against mine with my eyes closing shut getting flustered by everything about him. "I guess I shouldn't kiss you since you opened your eyes back there huh?" he whispers and before I'm able to process what he's said he's already ten steps ahead of me. 

"Hey!" I yell and jog to catch up with him. "What was that about?" I ask him with a deep crease between my brows which he puts his thumb on to encourage me to stop furrowing my brows. "What was what about?" he asks, playin dumb. 

"You know, all that kissing talk" I say deciding not to shy away from the subject. "Why? Did you want me to kiss you Noona?" he asks with a devilish smile with his eye facing forward keeping an eye on where we're going. "I didn't say that" I retort, unamused with this entire conversation but taking advantage to look up at his side profile nonetheless. "Sure you didn't. Race you to the airport!" he says and takes off running. "Hey! No fair!" I yell and run after him anyways even with no chance in hell of beating him.

"Took you long enough" he says cheekily, already having the chance to catch his breath while waiting for me. "Your legs are longer than mine are" I pant, with my hands on my knees. "You okay?" he asks, placing a hand on my back. "Peachy keen" I say, almost having calmed my breathing down after a minute or so. 

"Drink this" he says and hands me a bottle of water, to which I gulp down half of it. "Thirsty huh?" he says with a smirk and I roll my eyes at him, not bothering to dignify his statement with a verbal response but he takes satisfaction with what little I've given nonetheless. 

"So are you ready?" he asks when I've finally gotten back to normal. "Yeah but I haven't done this one before so I don't know what I should be doing" I admit. "It's fine let me teach you, that's what I'm here for right?" he says with a genuine smile. "Right" I say, matching his smile and he walks me through all of the procedures and safety precautions. 

"Did you want to go with me or did you want one of the other instructors to go with you?" he asks. "How would it be a competition if we went together? I'll go with one of the other instructors silly" I say, surprised by his question and pushing his shoulder a bit to go grab them. "And you better go with one too so it's even!" I yell after him as he jogs over to where they're at. 

Once we get up in the air and are close to jumping I notice that Yeonjun starts to space out a bit. "Are you okay?" I ask concerned as to if he should actually be jumping or not. "Yeah no I'm fine don't worry about it" he says and we both get pulled away from the conversation to get hooked up to each of our respective instructors. 

"Hey!" Yeonjun yells at me before we jump. "What?" I yell back so he knows for sure I've heard him. "Will you go out with me?" he yells and jumps off right after leaving me stunned. "You ready?" the guy I'm jumping with asks me. "Um yeah" I say and he gives me a countdown before we drop out of the plane. 

Falling through the sky is a feeling that I can't even begin to describe, with the wind in my face and seeing how tiny everything looks from up here it's actually insane. I'm not able to focus on that though ever since Yeonjun asked me if I would go out with him. Was he kidding? Was he just trying to tease me? How am I supposed to respond once we finally parachute down and we're back on the ground. 

I'm broken out of my train of thought when the guy behind me asks me if I'm okay since I haven't hardly made a sound. "Yeah I'm fine" I yell back. "Well then let me hear you say YEAH!!!" he yells, obviously trying to make sure that I'm actually not freaking out to which I respond to with a 'HELL YEAH' which seems to make him laugh.

Once we finally get close enough he pulls the tab to the parachute and we slowly but surely make our way back into the field next to the airport we had started out at. "So?" Yeonjun asks after coming over and helping me up off the ground. "So what?" I ask, not sure exactly what he's referring to since I'm still not sure if he meant what he said back there. 

"What's your answer?" he asks with a shy but excited smile, clearly hoping I say yes. Instead I grab one of the straps on his harness and pull him into me and kiss him, only lingering for a few seconds, although I want more. Once I pull back he rests his forehead against mine and whispers "Well I guess I got my answer then" before angling my face back up towards his to kiss me properly. 

Pushing back from him afterwards I push on his chest to create some distance between us as he's grabbed my waist in the meantime. "You better not make me regret this" I say giving him a stern look, making sure he'll take this seriously. 

"Don't worry Noona, I won't let you slip away"

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i love to read people yap about this show lol so here's another ask: do u maybe wanna expand on why you like the other dynamics u mentioned? People on here talk a lot about Deon n toxic yuri queens Natascha + Vanessa (rightfully so!) but I haven't heard or read much about jojonessa or marlkong (the latter always kind of floats around but isn't discussed that much i feel)

Gladly !!

With Jojonessa, I just think their friendship is very sweet. Like Jojo being the one who immediately accepted and wanted Vanessa to be part of the team and clearly thought that she was so cool and was never afraid to defend her. On the other hand there’s Vanessa being always ready to break the law or go “fuck this dude” for Jojo’s sake. Gotta love how protective they can get over one another. And ofc there’s that scene of Vanessa referring to herself as Jojo’s sister, which I will never be normal about. Jojo has quite a traumatizing backstory with his father being dead and mother being treated at a clinic so Vanessa going “yea you have now something like a sister” really solidifies that he doesn’t have to deal with all of that alone and that his friends are like a family to him. But yeah all though I like them way more as friends or even with a big sister and little brother type of dynamic but I’m not opposed to romantic Jojonessa either. They do have a certain “me and my cool wife” charm to them. Jojo watching Vanessa with heart shaped eyes as she bites an energy drink open with her teeth

With Marlkong, I like the whole Kong’s redemption arc episode and how those two kinda became friends. That whole plot point kinda subverted my expectations, I know the whole “befriending the enemy” is a trope that exists but I still wasn’t expecting it on my first watch and I thought it was done in a nice way. It makes sense when thinking of the teams characteristics for Marlon to be the one to reach his hand out for Kong and give him a chance. Since he’s more calm and less of a hater when compared to his brother for example. I wouldn’t still necessarily say I ship them too much but they do have a lot of potential together, personally I like the idea of Marlon whose used to being the backbone of everything and always helping everyone being the one to actually receive help this time and it’s from Kong going “hey dude thanks for believing in me but you gotta stand up for yourself more sometimes, let me help you with that”. It would also offer some more development for Kong’s character if he’s now willing to help someone out just for the sake of it. But yeah if anyone in the fandom has a proper Marlkong essay please drop it, would love to read it, I know they’re constantly rotating in some peoples brains🙏

I’ll also yap a bit about Leonessa since I also mentioned them in the post you were referring to. I think the whole “characters who are always bitching at each others but also care about each other a lot” trope is really great. I like how their friendship kinda developed through the series all though I’m convinced they were like seconds away from starting to bite the other multiple times. In my heart they’re wlw/mlm hostility icons but I don’t mind romantic Leonessa either

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k so request!!!

i wanna know the aftermath of sabm as ricky's s/o pls <3 i want chaos and awkward ricky and also him trying to explain cat women to them 🤭

the prettiest kitty

pairing: ricky potts x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes

summary: ricky tries to explain zolar to his girlfriend after space age bachelor man

a/n: I PAIRED THEM TOGETHER

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You were, in a word, excited to see what your boyfriend had to offer for his song.

Atleast, you were until he started singing about fucking alien cat girls.

Of course, you knew to expect the most batshit crazy thing ever, but this was a whole new level.

On the good side, atleast the lyrics and choreography were good.

Well, despite the fact you had no free will.

As the song ended, you had an arm wrapped around his waist, and one around his thigh, clinging to him as he gently held your chin in his hand while Constance and Ocean clung to his other leg, Noel and Mischa behind him doing a weird pose.

After staying in this pose for a few seconds, your free will was finally returned.

Nobody seemed to know what to say for a few moments, until Ricky turned to you all.

“Hey, Ricky?” You asked, fiddling with the uncomfortable costume, “Why am I a cat girl?”

Noel hit you over the head with his mask.

“Weren’t you listening to the song? He wants to fuck furries!” He yelled.

“It’s fine,” Ricky said, gently taking your hand and leading you away from everyone else.

As you sat on the edge of the stage, he tried to subtly look you up and down, failing miserably.

“Now that we’re here, mind explaining why I’m a sexy cat woman?” You asked.

Ricky fidgeted with his hands.

“Well, when I was younger, I had no friends, so I made a place in my head where I did have friends? And they just happened to be sexy cats?” He stated, which sounded more like a question.

“And apparently they waltz around half-naked?”

He blushed, very clearly understanding you were referring to your outfit.

“Yeah.. but, honestly, none of them are as pretty as you. You’re the… the prettiest kitty. Of them all.”

Ricky took your hand in his, smiling softly.

You exhaled, and returned the smile.

“How about I change into my normal clothes, and you tell me more about Zolar?”

His face lit up.

“You remember its name!”

“Oh, I don’t think i’ll ever forget.”

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Also. Hi. I remembered I can talk as much as I want to on here. Do you want to hear about this guy I kind of broke up with but kind of wasnt really dating to begin with and will probably have to break up with again for good measure. This actually turned into an insanely long post because it's an insane situation so I'm putting it under a cut because I love you and your scrolling experience and it's probably incoherent anyways

So. Well you may or may not be aware but I was couch surfing for like 3 weeks in September and a friend of mine who I met through work helped me out a lot with moving my stuff out of my apartment and into storage and helping me get my shit together. And in the weeks leading up to me moving out/while I was homeless we spent a lot of time together (like. Pretty much every day LOL) because I needed to be constantly distracted and he apparently had all the free time in the world. Cool!

Now it's important to give the context that he had asked me out back in like June and I said no because not only did I think we had very little chemistry and he was very needy but ALSO I was going through one of the worst depressive periods in my life. Really just was not the vibe at the time. Also my read on the situation was 100% correct like I was right about everything lol.

So you know obviously I'm aware that he has a little crush on me this whole time but I'm in a truly delusional headspace where I'm like well this is not so bad :) I'm having fun hanging out with him so whatever happens, happens :). And what happens is that WHILE I am still homeless we end up having a little feelings talk where I'm like well this is nice but I've kind of got a lot going on right now and I need to settle my life situation out before I'm comfortable getting into anything official or serious. And he's like yeah I totally understand that. But then maybe a week later after I secure and move into my place he IMMEDIATELY. And I mean like immediately. Starts calling me his girlfriend. Not to me but to other people. Like going around to my coworkers and people at work to be like btw we're together now :). Which made me kind of uncomfortable but I just brushed it off because I am a huuuuuge pushover and I was like, sure I guess we're together. Even though I'm very private about my personal life and it took me like a good month to refer to him as my boyfriend out loud and I didn't even MENTION him to my best friends (hi besties) for a couple weeks after that. Because I was like damn I don't even know what to say. Also he never even attempted to do anything more than hold my hand a few times so we were still just hanging out the way we had been to begin with.

And THEN he started coming to the bowling alley where I work every single night and just like.... hanging around for hours and hours until we closed to drive me home (6 blocks away) and to talk to me while I'm working and on my breaks. And when he drove me home after work every SINGLE night he would park and walk me to my door and unless I was very clearly like yeahhh I'm exhausted Goodnight Bye :) he would often invite himself into my apartment just to hang around until I was like. Okay I have to go to bed because it's after 1am please leave. And it got to the point where I felt like I never had any time to myself and my social battery was constantly at 0 and I was also spending way more money than was within my budget because he was dragging me out to eat and do things constantly and to go to Disneyland and shit and also at the place where I work every single day and not leaving no matter how clearly Im like hey sorry I'm just. soooo tired right now and work is so busy etc. There were only THREE days in October that I had totally to myself. I could barely even find time to spend with my roommate I had just moved in with and he also was not really seeming to spend time with any of his own friends when he'd had an incredibly active social life like, just a month ago.

It was starting to really freak me out that I felt like he was trying to replace not only his previous long term girlfriend who broke up with him earlier this year but also his entire social circle. With lil old me. And I felt like he was trying to force a level of familiarity with me that simply was not there like... man you don't even KNOW me like that don't talk to me like you know me. Don't talk to me like you know me when you're also trying so hard all the time to like, impress me and prove something to me.

It got to the point by mid October that I was like desperate for time to myself to decompress and process things and most of my mental energy was going to trying to find ways to avoid him and scripting a breakup speech in my head. And instead of trying to talk to ME he would go into my workplace and try to ask my work friends. While they were working. For advice on what to do when I seemed distant or unhappy. And even though they really only ever told him to just communicate with me he decided to wait until the day before Halloween to be like "I realized that I was maybe doing to much by going to hang around your workplace every day and also it's been a month and a half but I want to officially ask you to be my girlfriend now :)" and was somehow genuinely shocked when I said no. And basically outlined everything I've said here to be like I need to be left alone or I'm going to kill myself a little bit so please leave me alone.

But it seems like what he took out of the conversation was "I need to take some naps and then I'll feel better and then we can go back to normal :)" because he just kept being like "how do you feel how are you doing you look better are you feeling rested" and continuing to go to my coworkers and my roommate at work and asking about me and show up at the bowling alley frequently and text me continually as I just brushed him off over and over and eventually stopped replying to his messages. Until finally last week I was working on a day I normally don't work and he came in and I, again, kind of brushed him off when he came to just like do small talk with me. So he went to my roommate who was also working to be like "oh I think I'm going to talk to them today we need to talk but I don't know if they just want to be left alone or not..." while she (blessed angel that she is) just refused to give him any real information. But then he just kept like, trying to chitchat with me while I was working so I started brushing him off again and he ended up going to my roommate AGAIN to vent about me. And then left and texted her all this stuff about how he doesn't know if I like him anymore but he's just going to leave me alone and try to get over me etc and how he's been so stressed over stuff with his parents etc etc and framing it as if HE is breaking things off with ME. But since then has continued to go to her to ask about me and talk about how he's trying to get over me and heartbreak and whatever and etc. But has not expressed anything at all to me personally in any capacity since I told him I needed space.

Meanwhile I've gone on multiple dates with someone I genuinely really like and who has slept over at my apartment multiple times LOL. And there are so many little details of weird shit that I've had to cut for time here but like genuinely what the hell man

Anyways have I mentioned that this man is 34 years old. Because he's 34 years old. And if you've read all this you are so cordially invited to share your thoughts and/or guess his chart placements in the replies. Funny as fuck situation that I'm in

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beige flag (aaron x reader)

summary: in which aaron isn’t a fan of a particular food and you are very curious as to why (tldr - aaron’s beige flag is that he has to eat ravioli with his eyes closed/just not look at it at all) ** you feed him the ravioli. awww

before you read: not proofread, references throwing up, lowkey a crack fic? , it isn’t said that you and aaron are together, it’s implied that you guys are dating or situationship (did i use it right) ??, but it could def be interpreted as two very close friends flirting. this started out as a crack fic. I don’t think it ends as one. 

wc: 1.3k 

the dreaded day had come. the cafeteria was only serving ravioli and other horrifying variations of it. a shiver went down his spine as he assessed the other options. gluten free ravioli? hell no, that was probably worse than the normal kind… seafood ravioli? maybe not… his eyes wandered and eventually settled on ravioli with just meat. that should be fine, right? 

he lets out a sigh and puts a few on his plate, being careful not to make it gross. after all, he would have to eat it… he sees you patiently waiting for him at a table, already starting to eat your food as you wave him down with a mouthful of ravioli. as much as he adored you, ew. he’d always wonder how you willingly ate the food with your eyes wide open. 

he toddles over to the table where you sat alone and you could immediately tell that something was wrong. “hey, could we maybe eat outside? i don’t feel like eating in here,” he says, giving you a look that you couldn’t say no to. you nod and grab your things and follow him out to a quieter, secluded spot. 

“what’s up? did you have something you wanted to talk about?” you ask, enjoying your ravioli. aaron refuses to look in your direction, which is suspicious.

“no, i just didn’t want to eat inside, especially with some people acting like pigs with their food.” 

“huh… you’ve never had an issue with that before, have you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as he tries to come up with a reasonable explanation. he couldn’t just tell you that he could only eat ravioli if he didn’t look at it because it looked weird and gross and scary! 

“no, no. i haven’t. i just think today’s an off day, you know?” you nod in understanding, continuing to enjoy the food. it was actually pretty good, considering that you guys were in the middle of nowhere and the food just seemed to spawn in. aaron continues to stare at everything but you, except his ravioli? 

“are you gonna eat? because your food’s gonna get cold soon,” you say, gesturing to the food on his plate. 

“i mean, i will! i just, i just-“ 

“you just what?” 

“I CAN ONLY EAT RAVIOLI IF I DONT LOOK AT IT BECAUSE IT LOOKS GROSS AND WEIRD.” after announcing that, aaron continues to look away from you and your dinner and then buries his head in his hands. “it’s so stupid but every time i’ve tried to eat it and look at it, i’ve thrown up,” he says, clearly embarrassed.

“oh. my. god. that’s what it is??? you should’ve told me sooner!” you say, trying to get the boy to look at you.

“why? so you could make fun of me for it?” he asks, still wallowing in embarrassment. 

“no!! that’s not it! you could’ve just closed your eyes and i could’ve just fed you it! i mean we’re in the perfect place for it! we’re outdoors, no one’s around and no one’s gonna question it either!” you say, gesturing wildly. this catches his attention.

“so that’s your solution? i don’t see a problem with it,” he says, sliding his plate over to you. the realization about what you just said hits you and you let out a shriek.

"what if someone sees us and then misinterprets this??” you say, suddenly panicking.

“like you said, there’s no one around. they’re all too busy eating dinner. plus it’s completely innocent, we’re not doing anything horrible. just think of it as just helping someone out. there’s no shame in that.” 

“i mean, i guess i get that,” you say, sighing and wondering what you got yourself into. “now close your eyes.” he obliges and you cut up the ravioli into halves. “here comes the airplane!” you say cheerily. you couldn’t tell if that was an attempt to get back at him or just you trying to make him feel better. he turns his head and opens his eyes.

“say that again and i swear to god i will stab you with that fork.”

“oh! ok…” he closes his eyes and turns back around, mouth open and you feed him the bite. you continue doing it until the plate is empty. however that doesn’t come without a few missteps. sometimes, one of you would move and it wouldn’t quite reach him, but in the end you got there. “you’re done! there’s no more left, so all we have to do is take the plates and silverware back to the cafeteria!” you say, gathering the utensils and dishes. aaron is already standing up, doing a quick stretch that has you reeling. 

you don’t think he notices as he walks over to you and extends his arms towards you. “get up,” he says, shaking his hands a little bit. you take his hands and he pulls you up from the position you were sitting in.  he takes the plates and silverware as the two of you walk back in to the cafeteria. there’s a comfortable silence as the two of you continue onwards to the second part of your comfortable routine. 

walking hand in hand, you want to break the silence to ask him something but he beats you to it. “thank you for you know, feeding me. i was serious about the whole ‘if i eat ravioli and i see the insides i’m gonna throw up’ thing. i thought i was gonna have to suffer before evening practice,” he says, absentmindedly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“i mean, it’s no big deal really. i wouldn’t have wanted you to like, starve,” you say, mirroring his actions from earlier and choosing to look at everything but him. he notices this and smirks.

“you know, i really wouldn’t mind you doing that again…” and with that, you stop walking and immediately go red.

“you can’t just say things like that!” you say, taking your hand from his, and turning away to bury your face in your hands. he doesn’t know if he finds this cute or entertaining or maybe even both. 

“but i just did,” he says, mocking your tone and letting out a laugh at your extreme reaction. he turns you around and holds you close. 

“you are the absolute worst. you know that right?” you ask, voice coming out muffled. 

“i’ve been told that,” he says, clearly still amused by your antics. “i just didn’t think it would come from you, now that hurts.” you don’t even bother to grace him with a response. you just sigh and just stay there until he untangles the two of you when you’re both ready. “but seriously, thank you. i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you don’t respond but you both know what you’re thinking. i don’t know what i’d do without you either. 

“did i ever tell you why i dislike ravioli so much?” he asks, grabbing your hand again and softly swinging it. 

“i don’t think you did, but why?” 

“when i was younger, my family and i watched this like, documentary about how frozen foods were made. and when it started talking about ravioli, it was tolerable until it showed how they made the meat and stuff and got it into the pasta and it was just gross. i think you can guess what happened next.”

“you never willingly went near ravioli again, and now throw up whenever you have to see the insides?” 

“exactly, and it’s so embarrassing-”

“stop it, it’s not embarrassing. if it makes you feel any better, it’d just be a beige flag. nothing too horrible,” you say in an attempt to comfort him. it doesn’t work as well as you thought it would because he gives you a confused look.

“what’s a beige flag?”

“a beige flag is a fact about someone that would cause you to do a double take, but isn’t that important - for example, my beige flag is that i have a very irrational fear of escalators.”

“you’re scared of escalators?” he asks, looking amused. 

“and you’re not? what if your foot got caught in one?” you quip back. he nods in understanding. the two of you continue the trek to his room in silence, not caring about what may happen next. all that really mattered to the two of you was enjoying the moment. 

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During the Book of Love quest, the first two parts always give me weird vibes, ESP Calcelmo's part.

The quest is broken up into three parts; young lovers, 'seasoned love' as Dinya calls them and love after life. The love after life part doesn't bother me. Those two clearly loved each other and were meant to be together even in the afterlife.

Part one involves Fastred, Klimmek and Bassianus. Fastred says she thinks she's in love with Bassianus and wants to marry him, emphasis on the *thinks*. She's unsure and can't leave to Riften with him cause Bassianus is afraid of her father.

Her mother is fine with her daughter running off to Riften with a man she's been dating for a few months. Granted Skyrim's marriage is alot quicker than our modern day dating and eloping (for some).

Her dad brings up somethin important. He says up until a few months ago Fastred was head over heels for Klimmek but now won't even look him in the eye.

At this point you can talk to Klimmek, who reveals that he does have feelings for Fastred but hasn't mentioned them. You can tell him he needs to be assertive, to which he will agree, run to Fastred, admit to having feelings for her and the quest ends.

So, did she just end things off with Bassianus, the man she was willing to run off to the city for, who she *thought* she loved, to now be with Klimmek? Did she always have feelings for him since she seems to take to him so quickly but cause Bassianus said he liked her, she dated Bassianus?

It just seems a bit weird how Fastred will end things with the man she was going to marry. While she never states she is now dating Klimmek, it can be implied since after the quest Bassianus will go to Riften by himself. Or this is just Bethesda making an oopsie.

Part two really bothers me. Calcelmo has a crush on Faleen but is too nervous to talk to her. He doesn't know what she likes and is very worried about saying the wrong thing and offending her, which he states he has seen happen to others before. He suggest talking to Yngvar since he's friends with Faleen and has better luck with women.

Ygnvar is willing to help and let's you buy a poem from him that he used before to woo an older women while changing some of the wording to be about Faleen.

This is the part that bothers me. You can't actually tell Calcelmo 'hey pretend you wrote this poem', I've tried there's no option for it. At this point in the quest you're forced to talk to Faleen. You can hand the poem to Faleen OR you can ask her about Calcelmo. She makes it clear she has no feelings for him. There's no option to persuade her to consider things, there's no option to say he has a crush on her or even to consider talking to him.

You are forced to hand off the poem, Faleen smitten by it and gives you a letter to hand to Calcelmo saying they should meet up.

You're forced to hand the letter off to Calcelmo, again not having an option to tell him about the poem. He runs to her, Calcelmo tries to talk to her but Faleen cuts him off, she says she has feelings for him and finds never knew he was so nuanced, then that part of the quest is completed and it's implied they are dating. Calcelmo from that point on will sometimes greet you calling you his match maker.

The whole part regarding the poem bothers me. It feels so behind-the-back. Calcelmo never gets to actually read the poem, you never tell him Yngvar sold you the poem, he has no idea what it says. He only knows a poem was involved when Faleen briefly mentions it. So what happens when Faleen references a specific line from it, or asks Calcelmo to write another? Now Calcelmo is in hot water. Unless he can write poetry, what's he supposed to do? Their whole relationship was started because of that poem, one Calcelmo knows next to nothing about.

[review-anon]

I know little red is still around, maybe you guys could find and ask her? I am sure that red hooded mercenary would help out, or at least try. - Abno anon

That's all well and good but we don't even know where she even is!

Wait is that a woman in a red cloak and hood?

HHEEYYYYYY WOMAN IN RED CLOAK OVER HERE!

*The woman clearly heard them and came over*

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: What's with all the screaming over here?

Hey you can kill shit right? Well there's something we really need fucking dead right now.

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: As long as you pay me good, I will kill this thing you request, what is it?

Well Sonia and Fuyuhiko you guys are wealthy so you can bill the cost, right?

Indeed, there is a vile monster born from a foul liquid in that room and its harming two people now, its immune to most normal weapons that's why we cannot go in there...can you kill it?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: Oh so its one of THOSE creatures isn't it? Annoying bastards...but I will be sure to put them to rest.

*Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary swings the door wide open and with a yell of "Eat lead bitches" fires her machine gun with reckless abandon into the room*

ARGGGHHH!!! Who's shooting like a madman in here?

I-I don't have nine lives here!

*The more slowly grow inhuman fake David looks down to see his body is ridden with bullet holes* Well that was just rude. *The holes immediately close up*

Oh lookie here its one of those freaks running around, and who are you supposed to be? Some edgy Little Red Riding Hood?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: You have a healing factor...like HE does...

Ooooo are you referring to your furry friend; the Big Bad Wolf?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: *Her one eye starts to glow yellow* What did you just say?

You know...I always found it silly humans feared wolves so much, sure a pack is dangerous but the one in the fairytale is a lone wolf, which doesn't exist in nature.

A wolf that cannot work with others is worthless...and no wonder they die so easily...no if you want to strike fear into humans...you need to take on another apex predator, one that doesn't fear anything...one that can hold a grudge and chases you to the end of the earth....

What I am trying to say is you should fear the TRUE king of the Jungle...the Tiger...

*The Fake David starts to bubble and melt as the humanoid body starts to morph into something...inhuman...more animalistic...and much much bigger...*

No.....

What's going on Nico? Do you know what is happening?

....That monster in the Medical Bay, it got that form from feeding off Kyoji's negative emotions...and yet we have another monster but nobody who's bad thoughts have been fed on...

Or at least I thought...but there is ONE other person who has been infected with Void Juice for a long time...enough for a form to be forged from it...

However...I cannot say this person is actually a human.

N-Nico? Are you saying that this other form came from-?

*Eventually the creature shaped into a more animal like shape, one that is very familar as it looks like a fully grown Sumerian Tiger, abet one with very pale fur however there is some very off features to it. Firstly the stripes on its body are actually dark purple inky tentacles that are fully capable to being used as ones, its mouth is impossibly wide and the ink is massively conocreated around the eyes which are now a piercing yellow colour, and lastly its much much larger then a normal tiger being more akin to the size of a bear*

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: *Loads up the shotgun* Well aren't you going be nice to look at as a display when I cut off your head?

T-This...cannot be...is this monster based off Sawa's own inner demons and regrets?

...I'm afraid so.

*The Tiger Monster chuckled loudly and lunged at Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary while she is firing bullets into it...and them not having any effect on her*

[golden--goofball]

oookayyyy

hey can y'all please stop straight up lying to cin??

this is an ask he got! i cut out his answer because it doesn't matter for this post. all you need to know is that he 100% believed everything in it. and now i'm gonna adress this silly little ask bit by bit!!

"they haven't stopped publicly talking about you"

this one needs some context (which these people are conveniently deathly allergic to apparently)

what they're referring to here is this post

now, please note that the "1 day ago" thing at the top is a bit outdated. this screenshot, to my knowledge, was taken on 11/24. meaning this was posted either on the 22nd or the 23rd depending on timezone stuff.

at this point in time, yes, what anon is saying here is true, i hadn't been talking about cin in public and didn't plan on doing so ever again.

now onto what that other anon said. that ask was more recent, and if you've seen my blog the last like…2 days??? yeah, i did start talking about him again. however, like i said earlier, our lovely little anon here is allergic to CONTEXT and thus some important shit is missing.

the extent of my talking about cin over the last couple of days was 1, count 'em ONE, reblog replying to a friend of mine bringing up NEW shit that he has been doing (new to me, at least), and one anon ask that was hardly even actually talking about him. moreso just the anon getting my friend confused with him and asking about if they were the same person, and me gently correcting them.

the way the anon phrased this makes it sound like i have BEEN talking about cin. i haven't. but of course they wouldn't tell him that.

"they stated they plan on making a video about you."

i can't even give this the same benefit of the doubt that i gave the last point. this is straight up just a fucking lie.

you know the drill, here's the context since anon here breaks out into hives when they so much as hear the words "proof", "evidence", and "showing screenshots to back up your claims"

this thread, to my knowledge, is what anon is talking about here.

dear reader, i beg of you. read through those screenshots and tell me, hell, SHOW ME, where in the ever-loving fuck, i stated i was making a video on cin. go ahead!

oh you can't? yeah that's probably because i never fucking did, dumbfuck.

my friend said some stuff he did, i replied, got some stuff wrong about alto's part in all this, and said that i would make a response video to alto. not cin. alto.

AND i've stated MULTIPLE TIMES i might not even make it.

might cin come up? well yeah, he is involved in the situation, but the video overall would be nothing but a response to alto. it isn't some giant expose on cin. trust me if i wanted to do that it would've been done already.

there is no way in hell that anon wasn't intentionally lying to cin here. i refuse to believe that anyone's reading comprehension can genuinely just be this bad. anyone above the age of 12, at least.

also clearly this is an asshole move on anon's part for a multitude of very obvious reasons, but can i just point out real quick that it's really fucked up to do something like this to cin?

listen, i dislike the guy as much as anyone else does, but lying to him like this is going to do nothing but give him unnecessary anxiety. and trust me, this kid's got enough going on already for y'all to be doing that shit to him.

also, could be wrong about this, but isn't it somewhere in the post that is PINNED TO THE TOP OF HIS BLOG that he suspects he has a PARANOIA DISORDER?????? seriously, why in the fuck would you lie to him about something like this. as much as i dislike him, he doesn't deserve that shit.

you people are probably triggering this guy something horrific, all because you worthless, lowlife little anonymous internet vultures want your petty tumblr drama fix. you people are fucking assholes.

and you call me the ableist.

also i'm not addressing the stupid "they're talking about you in private" thing because. who actually fucking cares. i have every right to do that, especially when he's posting about me publicly like 3 times a week.

i really have nothing else to say except for fuck you, anon. so. fuck you, anon. bye.