#i don't believe in the new year but i DO love it

[edamameimei]

where we say goodbye

"but i'm letting go, i'm giving up the ghost. but don't get me wrong, i'll always love you, that's why i wrote you this very last song."

pairing: idol!huh yunjin x dream academy!reader

synopsis: yunjin broke up with you and left you and everything behind in new york. years later, you meet each other again and the ghost that haunts you both becomes harder to ignore.

tags: mostly angst with a bit of fluff here and there. CW: lots of swearing, kissing.

an: just want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only.

wc: 6972

now playing: oceans & engines - NIKI

“I bet you can’t make that jump.” 

You looked up at Jen, confused. You weren’t sure what she was referring to. You were sitting on the rooftop of your school, waiting for the sun to set. It was your thing. If one or the other didn’t have an activity after school, you would meet on the roof to watch the sunset together. You always thought it was silly but Jen thought it was a great bonding activity. 

You were also in love with Jennifer Huh and would have done anything for her, but that was a whole different story. 

You walked toward the girl and placed your hands on her shoulders. You peered over the ledge with curious eyes. The jump she referred to was the roof of your gymnasium. There was a gap between the main building and the gym, and below was an alleyway where students would hang out and skip class. In theory, the gap wasn’t extraordinarily huge. It was small enough that you considered taking on the challenge. 

“What would I get if I did it?” You teased, squeezing her shoulders playfully. You knew she didn’t mean it. You knew that Jen would never make a bet like this if it meant you could get hurt. You were too precious to the older girl. Jen looked up at you and rolled her eyes in response, she leaned against you, smiling as she felt you wrap your arms around her shoulders. 

“I’ll kiss you.” It was a joke. Honestly, it was. You both always joked around like this. It was playful, flirty banter between two friends. Jen heard you hum in response. She widened her eyes once she felt your arms removed from her shoulders. Suddenly, your presence was gone. Jen spun around quickly to see you jogging to the other side of the building. You turned around and smiled– that stupid smile. You pointed at her, winking. You shouted, “Say less,” and prepared yourself, taking a deep breath. 

Jen crossed her arms, not believing you would do it. Her brows furrowed as you started running toward the other side, picking up speed. The Korean girl waited for you to slow down, but you kept the same pace. Jen widened her eyes and watched you get closer. She gasped, “Y/n L/n!” Before you could even step foot on the ledge, the older girl grabbed your arm, pulling you into her arms tightly, as if scared you’d try to jump from the ledge again. 

“You fucking idiot.” She whispered into your chest, clutching at your shirt. “You fucking scared me.” You chuckled and held her back, just as tightly. You ran your fingers through her hair, whispering an apology. You stood together for a while, the sun finally setting in the distance. You decided to break the silence first. “I guess I really wanted that kiss.” Jen snorted in response, pulling away slightly to look up at you. She swatted at your shoulder and scoffed, “I was joking.” 

“Well, I’m not,” You challenged. Jen looked for any signs of joking on your face, but there was nothing. She glanced at your lips and looked back up at you. There was a small smile playing on your lips. You pressed your forehead against hers, your lips were centimeters apart. You whispered, “Don’t keep me waiting, Jennifer Huh.” 

You were 15 when you kissed her for the first time. It was a spring day and the flowers bloomed beautifully. 

There were a lot of differences between Los Angeles and New York City. 

But the one difference that mattered to you most was that it had no trace of your ex. 

You often told your friends from high school that you wanted a change in scenery. It wasn’t a lie, necessarily. After living in New York your whole life, the yearning to live somewhere warmer became stronger as the years passed. But what ultimately solidified your decision was that there were no remnants of your ex on the West Coast. 

(Everywhere you went in New York, it reminded you of the Korean girl. Days where you had to take the subway were worse. You often thought about her hand in yours, her head on your shoulder. You kept a pair of wired headphones just so you two could share. These daydreams plagued you to the point where you would miss your stop and get off on hers instead). 

In Los Angeles, you like to think you’re a completely different person. It took you a while to figure out who that person was, but now it’s someone without Jennifer Huh. However, you found it much more difficult once the girl debuted. Your friends, who were avid K-Pop fans, loved Le Sserafim. One of them even shared they were a “Yunjin Bias” (whatever that means, you try not to let it bother you when you glance at their phone case and see a picture of your ex staring at you, tauntingly). But you decide to keep it a secret. One, it was rather embarrassing for you to share that your ex is now a well-known celebrity while you were still a broke, college student. And two, you prefer not to discuss your old relationship. It was a wound that hadn’t closed and that was even more ridiculous to admit. 

It had been at least a year, maybe two. You weren’t sure, you stopped counting. 

You’re at lunch with your friends when they present the flyer they saw on TikTok the day before. It was an audition call for a project created by a music company in Korea and another company in Los Angeles. Hybe x Geffen Records. The Korean company sounded familiar and you wonder if it was one that Jen mentioned when she first started pursuing her career as an idol. You look at your friends who all give you knowing looks, silently telling you to go for it. 

(You imagine Jen squeezing your hand, leaning close to you to whisper, “Only if you’re sure.”)

That night, you take a shot at the audition. It’s not like you were expecting much to begin with. 

You stood in front of Jen’s house, box in hand. Your hands were slightly shaking. You stood there, waiting, knowing what was to come when the door opens. You’ve stood at this front door many times before. This time, unfortunately, maybe the last. 

The door suddenly swung open to reveal the Korean girl. You began to feel nervous, seeing Jen right in front of you. You hadn’t seen her in weeks. After the breakup, you hadn’t exchanged many words until recently. She sent you a text earlier in the week, asking for the stuff she has left at your house throughout the years. These items included band T-shirts, hoodies, jewelry, books, sketchbooks, and other random items. 

Things you never thought you’d part from. 

You handed her the box, trying to keep your composure. Jen took it slowly, not daring to look up at your face. She knew if she did, she would take everything back. She would stay in New York and leave behind everything she has ever worked for. You looked at her, secretly wishing she would. You had so much to say. So much to tell Jen. You wanted to tell her about the cute dog you saw on the walk here. You wanted to tell her how you got accepted to another university. You had so much to say, but you knew it wouldn’t matter anymore. 

You were broken up. And that’s all there was to it. 

Jen took a deep breath, knowing if she stayed longer in front of you, she would want to know how your day went. She would begin to ask minuscule questions just so you would stay longer. She knew herself too well. Jen finally looked up at you, smiling softly. She broke the silence between you two, knowing it was the least she could do. 

“I… Wish you the best.” It was only five words. But it hit you a lot harder than you expected it to. 

(The night you broke up, you begged her for at least a chance to try. They did long distance before so who is to say they couldn’t again? But Jen told you this time was different. This time, she couldn’t risk it).  

You looked at Jen with a softness in your eyes you kept reserved for her and her only. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You opened them to see Jen, for what may be the last time. You memorized the way her hair fell below her shoulders, the little mole below her eye, and the one on her chin. You took a mental picture of the way Jen looked at you. She doesn’t say it, but you knew. 

She loved you. But now she had to let you go. 

You took a shaky breath and smiled. You couldn’t stand here all day even if you wanted to. You could have stayed here forever. You could have sat outside Jen’s door, waiting for her to come home for years if it meant she would one day. She would still have her Jen smile and soft brown eyes. But instead, you stuffed your hands in your pockets. You took one more glance at the girl and nodded.

“You too.”

Huh Yunjin would have never thought this would be her life now. 

She would have never thought the risk of moving to Korea would be like this. She only saw these things happening in her dreams. The millions of fans, the people genuinely listening to her original songs, the success… It was everything and so much more than she anticipated. She would be lying if there wasn’t a cost. She gave up everything for this amount of love and support from all over the world. She worked so hard. So hard to the point where the exhaustion would become too much. She remembers how often she went to seek comfort from her older members. All the tears she shed to get to this point. But it was all worth it. 

She likes to think it was. 

She arrived at the Hybe building with her members, feeling anxious for their meeting. She hated being called to the conference room, especially if it was to meet with their Head Executive. She never knew what to expect. She always walked into the room with a sense of dread that the news would be disbandment. She always expects it to be a nonsensical rumor created by Knetizens. She always prepares herself for the bad news. 

They sit in the big, intimidating conference room along with their managers. In front of them are the Executives of Source Music. Yunjin always felt so small compared to them. She knew they had the power to do anything, to control her entire life. But Yunjin hates thinking that way. After all, they were the ones who selected her to debut. She watches as their Head Executive smiles at them and Yunjin can’t help but sigh in relief. It’s good news, that’s the most she knows right now. 

He begins to speak. His voice is positive and uplifting. He praises the group for their achievements. He tells them that their most recent comeback was better than their last. He continues his praises, telling them to continue their hard work. To keep ‘fighting.’ Yunjin rolls her eyes internally at his monologue, wanting him to get to the point. Finally, he announces they will be guest coaches for the survival show they have been working on for the last year and a half. It was a collaboration project between Hybe and Geffen Records. Yunjin knew about this project but she hadn’t realized its launch date was coming so soon. It has been kept under wraps for some time and since training was being held in Los Angeles, Yunjin and the rest of her members heard virtually no updates since auditions were announced. He talks about the final 20 contestants chosen for the competition. He explains that Dream Academy was finally becoming a reality. 

Yunjin lights up at this news, excited to finally know something about the ‘Global Girl Group’ project. They begin passing out folders, containing a photo of the contestant and their biography. The folders contain their audition scores and current ranks as of the completion of their training. 

Yunjin studies each and every profile, her heart warm at the thought of all of them sharing one thing in common: wanting to be a star. She loves the diversity of this concept, her eyes twinkling every time she sees a contestant from another country such as Switzerland or Venezuela. She takes her time with each folder, making room in her head to remember who they were. She passes along another folder to Chaewon and is handed one right after. She glances down at the photo, her smile faltering. It was a photo of you in the gray Dream Academy uniform. Your hair is held up with a little black bow and you smile widely at the camera, the dimple in your cheek present. The Korean girl shakily opens the folder, being presented with the information she already knew. 

(Y/n L/n

Hometown: New York City, USA

Age: 21)

She stares at it, her breath caught in her throat. She never thought she would ever see you again. 

(She thinks about the time you two sat on the floor of the dance studio in New York. She listened to you as you talked about how you didn’t feel good enough. She held your hand as she listened to you talk about how you were scared of never being able to be bigger than this. She remembers holding you in her arms while you cried. She remembers kissing you, trying to soothe your worries. She remembers your shy smile. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes glistened under the big light. Yunjin remembers resting her forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other. You held her hand. You tell her, “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”)

Yunjin feels a hand on her shoulder. She looks at Chaewon, trying to remain nonchalant. The older girl giggles and nudges Yunjin playfully. “Are you already in love with one of them? Hurry up and pass it over!” Yunjin slides the folder to her leader slowly, her heart beating rapidly. She is then handed another contestant’s profile but Yunjin can’t help but feel stuck. She’s in a place she hasn’t been in years. 

(That same night, you walked Yunjin home. You kissed Yunjin goodnight, and before you left, you told Yunjin, “I love you.”)

(Yunjin said, “I love you too.”) 

You don’t think you would have survived training and development without Sophia by your side the entire time. 

The Filipina became a source of comfort for you when you first arrived at the dorms. You had no idea what to expect. You remember stories Jen would tell you about her experiences as a trainee in the idol industry and what she had to go through when she did Produce 48. After hearing all the stress she went through, all the horror stories, you never thought you’d willingly put yourself through the same thing. Jen would have called you crazy. Then again, Jen also told you she gave up on her dream of being a K-Pop idol. And look how that ended up. You have to admit, the bitterness still eats you alive some days. 

You lay on the couch in one of the lounges, eyes closed, with headphones over your ears. During your 30-minute break, you let your body take the rest it has been begging for. The last few weeks have been so exhausting. There were moments when you felt you must have fooled yourself into thinking this was what you wanted. Was being a pop star worth it? You only ever saw yourself as a dancer. To be a singer as well? That was Jen. She was always the performer and you were just there. And admittedly, that’s how you liked it. As you rest, your mind drifts off and you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

(For a moment, you imagine it’s Jen. She’d lean down and kiss your forehead gently. She would weave her hands through your hair and tell you about her day. As she talks, you would take her hand, absentmindedly playing with her fingers. Lazily do the ‘secret’ handshake you two made up in middle school).

But as you open your eyes, you see Sophia instead. She smiles down at you, a crinkle in her eyes. She’s probably happy to see you’re taking a real break. She gestures for you to make room on the couch to which you happily oblige. You sit up, scooting over and she takes the spot next to you. She lays against the armrest, placing her legs on your lap. You lean against the couch and glance at her, smiling tiredly. “I think we’re gonna need a sweet treat after this,” Sophia says with a yawn. You nod in response, your hands on her legs. “I’m down. Should we ask Megan or Marquise if they wanna come?” She shakes her head, a twinkle in her eyes as she looks at you. “I was kind of hoping it would be just us?” You tilt your head at her question. Usually, Sophia would be more than happy to allow one of the other girls to join your outing. It was strange to hear her decline that prospect. 

However, your heart leaps at the thought of spending time with the Filipina alone. For a second, you forget about your ex. The way Sophia’s soft skin feels under your fingertips, how she pulls back her bottom lip with her teeth, looking at you for an answer. Of course, you’re okay with it being just you and her. 

It’s a nice change of pace for you. 

“Y/n…” You’re 16. It was a December in New York. 

“Y/n… Wake up.” Jen was visiting from Korea.  

“Y/n L/n!” And it was also your one-year anniversary. 

You shifted in your sleep, groaning at the sound of Jen’s voice. You heard her chuckle, her hand on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Jen smiling down at you, excitement in her eyes. She leaned down, kissing you gently. Your eyes fluttered close, reaching out to place your hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. After a few minutes, she pulled away, giggling softly. “We should go to the park today! Or go to that new bookstore downtown…?” She spoke animatedly and it caused you to chuckle, pulling her back down with you onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around your girlfriend, kissing the top of her head. “We can do whatever you want, baby.” Jen pouted in response, laying her head on your chest. “What do you wanna do? It’s OUR day, you know?” She raised her hand and you know what she wanted. 

You smiled widely, doing your ‘secret’ handshake. You both giggled as you did so, the handshake muscle memory. You were convinced you could do it with your eyes closed, maybe in your sleep. 

After it was done, Jen laced your fingers together, pulling your hands to her chest. She looked up at you with a twinkle in her eyes. You sighed dramatically, leaning your head back against the pillow. “How about… Bookstore then the park?” You felt Jen nod against your chest. “I like the way you think, baby.” She snuggled closer to you, a content sigh leaving her lips. It wasn’t often when your girlfriend visited, but you were glad she made the time to do so, especially for your anniversary. You knew she was training hard and the fact she loved you this much– to get on a plane and see you, made you feel so lucky. You held her tighter and whispered, “I love you.” She kissed your cheek, whispering back, “I love you too, Y/n. Always.” 

Yunjin feels her heart drop when she and the other members run into the practice room to surprise the Dream Academy contestants. She knew who would be standing there amongst the other girls. But she doesn’t expect you to be the first person she sees. She feels frozen in place, her eyes connecting with yours. Everyone is excitedly greeting each other but you only see each other.

It’s not a figment of each other’s imagination. This was real life. 

(Yunjin remembers walking into the dance studio back in New York. She sees you, breathing heavily with your hands on your hips. You look at her and smile warmly. It was a smile meant just for her and she knew that). 

Yunjin watches as one of the other contestants– Sophia grabs your hand and pulls you excitedly back into their lineup. The Korean girl forgets where she is for a moment. She shakes her head and puts a smile on her face. She knew the cameras were rolling and there was a character that needed to be played. She walks toward her members, taking a deep breath. She takes a moment to look at the Dream Academy contestants. “I know all of your names!” Yunjin finds herself saying. The girls in front of her squeal excitedly at her admission (she notices how you look at the ground). After initial greetings, Yunjin lists everyone’s names. She goes slowly, not wanting to slip up. She is grateful you were last in the lineup because once her eyes land on you again, her breath hitches. 

(Memories of you and her lying on her bedroom floor resurface in her mind. You two often looked up at her ceiling full of glow-in-the-dark stars and talked about anything and everything. She thinks about your favorite color. She thinks about the playlist you made her full of your favorite songs. She thinks about the letters you used to write her). 

“And you’re…. Y/n.” 

You become hyperaware of the cameras on you. You bite your lip, nodding your head. 

(Jen lays with you, her head on your chest. She plays with your fingers and whispers, “I don’t wanna leave you again.” You chuckle, pausing the movie playing on your TV. You look down at her, your free hand tracing her jaw gently. “I know… But we’ll be okay.” Jen sighs, content with your answer. She whispers again, her eyes fluttering close, “We’ll be okay.”)

Since you were young, dancing was always your passion. 

It was the one thing you felt good at. You enjoyed the praise given to you by coaches, dance teachers, and your peers. But as you got older, you became more self-conscious. You were always filled with anxiety, unsure of yourself. You never felt good enough for anything. 

That was until Jennifer Huh entered your life. 

You were 13 when she began attending the same dance studio as you and at first, you were somewhat jealous of the older girl. She excelled at every lesson and adapted well to the stress that came with being a dancer. You were convinced Jen was your competitor. However, as you packed your bag after a hard day of practice, you heard sniffling behind you. You turned and saw Jen, hunched over her bag, shoulders shaking. Your eyes softened when you saw the girl. You walked to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She jumped slightly, not realizing there was someone else in the room still. You retract your hand, looking away sheepishly. “Sorry. I just. Are you okay?” 

Jen wiped her eyes before turning around, doing her best to plaster on a smile. But the quiver of her lips revealed her true feelings. She leaned against the wall, looking down at her shoes. “Today sucked,” she said through a quiet laugh. She wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks and looked at you. There was a hint of admiration in her eyes. “You did really well though… I’m kind of jealous.” It was your turn to laugh. You shook your head, giving her a gentle smile. “Are you kidding? I’m jealous of you.” She tilted her head, a curious look in her eyes. She extended her hand out to you, her eyes, hopeful. “I think we should be friends.” 

You grabbed her hand, shaking it firmly. “I think we should.” You stood there together in silence. Hands still connected, your gaze unbroken. Jen laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. You laughed as well, feeling lighter as the tension in the room dissipated. Jen squeezed your hand, her tone playful as she spoke, “Let’s make a handshake,” she pulled away from you, raising her hands in front of her as if to brainstorm. You laughed again, throwing your head back. Jen noted the dimple on your cheek, the way your nose scrunched up. You looked at her, raising your hands as well, and nodded. Your cheeks were hurting so much because you couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.” 

That night, your mother scolded you for getting home so late. But you wanted the handshake to be perfect. You wanted more time with the older girl. 

Having Jen– Or Yunjin around makes Mission 2 nearly impossible for you. 

After that surprise meeting with Yunjin and the rest of the Le Sserafim girls, you couldn’t help but feel an aching in your heart. It was something that you tried so hard to push away but the ghost of your relationship with the girl haunts you at random times. 

(Her hand intertwined with yours as you walk down Manhattan. You remember how she always loved Brooklyn during the holidays. In the summertime, you two would sneak away to Queens for a weekend. Those photos sit at the bottom of your dresser in your apartment). 

Yunjin would often come around to check on how you were all doing. It irritated you. So much so, that every time the Korean girl walked into the room, you’d excuse yourself, making a beeline toward the bathroom. You knew you weren’t being fair. But you couldn’t afford to keep fucking up. Even Sophia notices your lack of focus during practice. She addresses it with you a week before the performance and the conversation brings you to tears. As Sophia held you in her arms, you kept your eyes shut, sobbing loudly. 

(You imagine Jen’s arms around you. She whispers into your hair and tells you that she’s sorry. For a moment, you forgive her. If it somehow lessens the pain, you would forgive her over and over again). 

Yunjin decides to pay all the Dream Academy contestants another visit before they begin recording their performances for Mission 2. 

She sees you lying on the floor while your groupmates sit against the wall, waiting to be called. She smiles softly and wonders if you are asleep. 

(She thinks about how easy it was for you to sleep anywhere. Even on the cold floor of the dance studio). 

Her smile falls when she watches Sophia scoot closer to you, picking your head up so you can rest your head in her lap. She sees Sophia’s hand run through your hair, gently so she won’t ruin the hairstylist’s work. Yunjin takes a deep breath, putting on a faux smile as she walks up to you and your group. They all light up at her presence, immediately standing up to greet her. Sophia stays where she is, not wanting to disturb your slumber. The idol looks down at your sleeping form and wishes to be in Sophia’s position. She looks back up, giving the girls a thumbs up. “How are you guys feeling about today?” They all respond with excitement in their voices, a tint of nervousness to their tone. 

You open your eyes to the sound of her voice. You look up, your eyes adjusting to the bright light. You sit up from Sophia’s lap, rubbing your eyes. Sophia stands up, extending her hand out to you. You grab it and allow her to help you up. You keep your hand in hers as you look at Jen– Yunjin. The Korean girl looks at you, her eyes pleading with you to stay just this once. But you can’t help the bitterness festering inside. How dare she ask you to stay? You look away, biting your lip as you hear Sophia begin talking with Yunjin about their performance. 

At some point, the conversation shifts. You don’t realize until Yunjin asks you something, her question making the bitterness grow tenfold. “Y/n… You’re from New York, right?” You don’t look at her, your brows furrowing at her attempt at being friendly. 

(And Yunjin knows it’s stupid because, how can she pretend not to know any of these things already? How can she pretend she doesn’t know the person right in front of her? As if she didn’t know you like the back of her hand at one point in her life).

“Yep.” You try to say it casually, but it comes out much harsher than you intended. Sophia squeezes your hand and looks at you with a questioning glance. Yunjin notices the tone in your voice but she continues, wanting to show you that she is at least trying. “Me too,” she responds and you simply shrug, murmuring, “I know,” under your breath. There is an awkward tension in the room and you can’t bring yourself to care that everyone else can feel it. It pisses you off that Yunjin is attempting conversation with you. And expects you to play along? It was too much for you to handle, especially right before a performance that could make or break your debut. 

“What was your favorite thing about New York?” The question catches you by surprise. You look at her, your eyes wide. You let go of Sophia’s hand and take a deep breath. There were a million things you loved about New York. But they were all ruined. And the way you look at Yunjin tells her that. 

You excuse yourself, telling everyone there was a part of the choreography you needed to focus on before being called to go next. 

“How about Boston?” You looked at Jen briefly before glancing at the pamphlet in her hands. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to you. “Why Boston?” You found yourself asking. It was close to home, but Jen never mentioned the city to you. You knew she desired to move somewhere farther away and Massachusetts was only a train ride away. You heard her sigh, placing the pamphlet on the coffee table. She pulled herself away from you and you noticed the annoyed look on her face. You frowned because deep down, you knew why she was settling for Boston. 

It was because she felt lost. She was crushed.

After Produce 48, Jen tried her best to continue her training. However, the Korean girl grew tired of the constant evaluations and repeated rejections. She often called you in the middle of the night, crying about how lonely she felt on her journey. After another year of trying, Jen decided to move back to the States and pretend nothing ever happened. When she came back, you were ecstatic to see your girlfriend again. You were finally together at last and this time, for good. But you knew it had taken a toll on Jen. She used to be so bubbly, so carefree. Her loud voice could be heard from across the room, her laugh recognizable amongst a crowd of people. But now, she was more quiet, preferring to keep to herself. There were days when she wouldn’t speak to anyone, not even you. 

And admittedly, it had taken a toll on your relationship as well. 

You watched Jen walk to her school bag which sat next to the front door. She picked it up, keeping her eyes on the floor. You knew she was hurting inside and you wished you could do something about it. You get up from the couch and walk to her, reaching out to her. But she shook her head, stepping away from you as she put her bag over her shoulders. “Boston has a good business program, let’s just do that.” You opened your mouth to say something but she didn’t give you a chance to do so before walking out the door. 

Once you’ve changed out of your performance outfit, you exit the room, your nerves all over the place. You ignore everyone’s eyes on you as you feel the anxiety building in your body. You pull your hoodie over your head, pulling the strings tightly. You look down and try to calm yourself down with every step you take. 

Damn, Jennifer Huh for making you feel this way again.

You open the exit door, hurriedly walking outside. You can feel the rain seeping through your hoodie but you don’t care. You just needed to leave. You needed to get away from Jen. You continue speed walking with no destination in mind. Suddenly, a hand grabs your arm, pulling you back. You snatch your arm from the person’s grasp and turn around, eyes wide. 

You see Jen looking at you, her eyes glistening with tears. 

“I’m not letting you walk away from this!” Her voice breaks a bit, but she isn’t backing down. You’re going to hear her, even if it takes hours. You only scoff and turn back around, walking again. Jen follows you, determined. “You can’t keep fucking ignoring this!” Jen yells at you, the tears finally streaming down her face. She watches as you stop in your tracks and turn around, pointing a finger at her. 

“What do you want me to do, Jen!” You yell back, looking Jen in the eyes. You continue, your tone harsh. “Did you expect me to play along? Pretend you didn’t break my fucking heart? Is that what the cameras wanted?”  Your voice drips with sarcasm and you expect Jen to back down but she doesn’t, your words only fuel her fire. 

“At least acknowledge my existence, Y/n. Everyone thinks you fucking hate me!” She points at herself, shaking her head frantically. “And I know that’s not true.” Jen’s voice breaks and she looks at you, her eyes pleading. She doesn’t care how wet her clothes are becoming because of the rain, she needs to say this. You step closer to her, your eyes hardening. “How would you know that?” She bites her lip, not knowing what to say. She looks away and you scoff, groaning in frustration. “Why does it matter?!” You yell and Jen pushes you in response. You stumble back a bit, your eyes wide at the action. 

“It fucking matters because I spent years thinking you do! And now that you’re here I’m starting to think I was right!” You sigh, throwing your hands up in frustration. You place them on your head, looking around. You try to keep your composure but you can feel your bottom lip begin to quiver. 

(You’re back to that day. Jen tells you she can no longer be in a relationship with you. She begs you to understand, to let her go. But you never understood. And you never let her go).

You place your arms back at your sides, looking at Jen. Tears fall freely from your eyes. “Well, I didn’t even think you cared, Jen! You have! Millions of fucking people who know your goddamn name!” You step even closer to the girl, your brow furrowed with irritation. You shout, “Millions! And you give a fuck about what I think?! There are people who collect pictures of your face for God’s sake! Why are we having this fucking conversation?!” Jen swats at your shoulder, her anger becoming blinding, “Because your opinion is the only one that fucking matters to me!” Jen screams back, admitting the truth she has kept inside. You feel your heart racing, glaring at Jen. You scream, venom in your tone, “It didn’t fucking matter when you broke up with me!” 

“Of course it mattered, are you fucking serious?!” Jen pushes you again, angry at you for even considering for a second that she didn’t think about you when she made the decision, so angry at you for suggesting that it was for any malicious reasoning. Thunder begins to roar in the distance, a reflection of the current conversation between you and the older girl. You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. You look at the girl and point your finger at her once again. 

“You basically told me I was holding you back from following your dreams, Jen!” You get closer to her face, whispering angrily, “You told me that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you couldn’t let anything get in the way of it. So, no, it didn’t fucking matter then. It doesn’t fucking matter now.” You step away from her, your eyes narrowed and you breathe heavily. You were tired of the conversation. You take one last glance at Jen before turning away, walking away with the last bit of dignity you had left. 

“I went to Boston after I debuted!”  

You freeze. You almost didn’t hear Jen’s words. You turn back around, confused, “What did you say?” She looks down at the ground, her lip trembling as she speaks again, “I went to Boston after I debuted because I thought you’d be there.” She closes her eyes tightly. 

(She remembers how desperate she was. The ghost of your relationship lingered in everything she did. It was there when she arrived in Korea for the second time. It told her to rest every time she felt too exhausted to move. She felt it hold her hand as she spoke to Featnots for the first time. And once her activities were over, the ghost watched her book the first flight to Boston). 

“Why… Why did you go to Boston?” There’s a silence. The rain begins to lighten up, slowly calming down after the storm. For a long time, Jen didn’t know why she went to Boston. She didn’t understand why she went to old high school friends who went to college in Boston to ask where you were now. But as she stands in front of you, after no contact whatsoever, she begins to realize the reason. She looks up at you and smiles sadly. 

“I missed you.” You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath. You process the words Jen just said. You process the fact that Jen came looking for you. Even after achieving her dreams, she still missed you. You walk towards Jen, immediately pulling her into a tight hug. She hugs you back, her voice breaking as she speaks again, “Everyone told me you went to Los Angeles instead.” You nod and hear her laugh weakly. She whispers, “I took that as a sign. Maybe we were exactly where we needed to be.” 

You nod again, holding her even tighter. 

(You imagine you were 15 again. You pretend it was another day with her after school and the only thing that worried you was missing the subway).

“I think you’re right.” 

Jen hugged you at the airport before she left for Korea for the first time. 

It was a bittersweet moment, but you knew it was everything she ever wanted. It was all she could talk about. You loved Jen so much and were willing to brave the distance if it meant she would be happy. When she told you about Pledis and the survival show she would be appearing on, it made you nervous for the older girl. You knew Jen would do anything for her dreams, but you didn’t realize it was to this extent. A survival show? That sounded insane. But you believed in her, you always did. And you vowed to be there every step of the way. 

Before leaving, she kissed you like a promise. You did your handshake as if in slow motion, giggling softly when she purposefully messed up so you two could have more time. She took one more glance at you, her eyes twinkling. “We’ll be okay, right?” You nodded, linking your pinky with hers before speaking softly, “Everything will be okay. I promise.” 

It was your last day in Korea. You (surprisingly) survived Mission 2 and now it was time to move forward in the competition. Before leaving, you accept Yunjin’s invitation for coffee before going to the airport. You sit across from her in the booth and feel a warmth spread throughout your body when she smiles at you. Even after all this time, despite growing older, she was still Jennifer Huh from New York. The mole on her chin was removed and her hair was much lighter, but it didn’t erase who she was to you. 

She was your first love. And you were her’s. 

Yunjin looks at you with sincerity in her eyes as says, “I hope you debut.” It was a simple statement. Four words but it still meant everything to you. You can’t help but chuckle, realizing you’re now in her shoes. You hold your hand up, smiling playfully. “Do you remember?” She scoffs at your question, raising her hand, knowing exactly what you were talking about. “I know it better than my own choreography.” 

The handshake was perfect, as if time never passed. You hold onto her hand and the ghost that lingered uncomfortably slowly went away. It left quietly, leaving the door cracked just in case. As you let go of her hand, you imagine yourself closing the door. You smile softly at Yunjin and she returns it. 

“Goodbye, Yunjin.” 

(She stands at the doorway of her childhood home in New York. She waves goodbye before shutting the door). 

“Goodbye, Y/n.” 

a/n: angst is back i am so sorry LOL lmk what you guys think! consider this my debut in le sserafim fic writing. inbox is always open for thoughts and everything else :)

requests are open

[hooked-on-fandoms]

As someone turning 28 this year, I've been thinking about this a lot lately.

It's not until her 28th birthday that Emma receives her Call To Adventure™ and, with it, another chance at a good life. Call me silly — I know it's just a TV show — but I think there's something inspiring about that. Or something comforting, at least.

Even though your brain's only recently finished developing, there's pressure to have your life together at this age. To have everything figured out already. Your education, career, relationships, parenthood, etc. It's easy to feel like you're falling behind your peers, struggling to live up to others' expectations.

But those expectations are unrealistic. They fucking suck, in fact. Everyone learns and grows and makes progress at their own pace. That's okay. It's totally normal.

It's not until 28 that Emma first sets foot in Storybrooke. There, she becomes a great mom and co-parent, a loving daughter, a loyal friend, and so much more. Including, yes, a hero. Not just a magic-slinging Savior, but an everyday protector. Part of a growing family and community. A place where she feels she belongs and she's valued. She finds a home in Storybrooke; and herself, along the way. Love, too, in its many different forms.

None of which she'd believed she would ever have or be capable of, before.

I guess my point here is that Emma's story is a good reminder that it's never too late to start a new chapter in your life. Get out of your comfort zone and try something new. Go on an adventure, even. Weather the storms you can't outrun. Take care of yourself while you do it, as best you can. And don't give up, at any age. Because you never know exactly when or just how much your life might change for the better, if you stick around and give it a chance.

You've got this.

once upon a time will always be goated just for the fact that the prophecy didn't start until emma swan was 28 (an actual grown person with a fully developed frontal lobe) instead of when she was 16/17 (a literal child).

[jjjjisun]

My Playmate, My Sister (Part 2)

Hanni X Male Reader | 5666 words

TW: Incest

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Part 2 of My Playmate, My Sister

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My sister Hanni and I lay in each other's arms, Hanni's head nestled in the crook of my neck, allowing me to take in the sweet aroma of her hair. We had just encountered the most passionate sex either of us had ever had, and despite the fact we both wanted more of each other, neither of us had the energy to move. Instead, we drifted off into a satisfied slumber. Even though I had just experienced her in the most intimate way possible, my dreams were still filled with visions of my sister, and for good reason. She was the soon-to-be playboy playmate of the year and possibly the hottest woman in the universe: my Hanni. I imagined taking her in every position, in every place I could think of, immersed in her beautiful moans of ecstasy.

I knew I could tell nobody about this new direction in my life and the incredible luck I had stumbled upon, not that anyone would believe me anyway. It was all too much of a fairytale that a regular guy like me, though I like to think I'm handsome and charismatic, would ever find myself in the arms of a goddess like Hanni. She was the very image of perfection: smooth, with a toned form, soft, hand-filling breasts, flowing blond hair, and an angelic face. Though it had taken me to find her in the pages of a Playboy, I now couldn't imagine making love to a more ideal woman than Hanni.

"Girls like Hanni don't show me the time of day," I thought, "let alone my sister!"

Nonetheless, there she was as I awoke to an empty bed the following day and shuffled downstairs with sleep still in my eyes. She was a goddess, her silky blonde hair cascading around her gorgeous face. My eyes continued, taking in her petite frame, smooth and toned in all the right places. I watched her momentarily as she bounced around the kitchen; it was like I had court-side seats to one of the Playboy photo shoots I had found of her online only a week ago. She seemed so happy, with a beautiful smile and an energy in her step that made her glow; it was even better to know I had a part in her cheerfulness. As she bent over to reach one of the lower drawers, a flash went off in my mind, reminding me of a pose like one of the photos I had seen. Then she arched her back and reached her hands up, stretching out the morning stiffness, flash, a sexy pose only Hanni could do just right.

Flash again, and I wish I'd had a camera as Hanni reached up to a shelf just a bit too high for a coffee mug, the little yellow sundress riding high enough for me to see the pair of pink lace bottoms she was wearing. Hanni heard me behind her and knew she had been giving me a show, ensuring the cup she wanted was far enough back to prolong my view. As she finally grabbed the mug she wanted, I slid behind her, causing her to shiver just a little at my touch. I gently put my hands on her arms and simply stood there, taking her in.

"Good morning to you too, Y/N," Hanni said seductively.

"When you weren't there this morning, I thought I had dreamt it all up," I complained. I rubbed my hands up and down her arms, and she leaned into me lovingly.

"I considered giving you a little wake-up call," Hanni said, placing her hand gently on my hardening cock over my boxers, "but I figured you might want to rest a bit more. I don't think I've ever been with a guy who lasted that long before."

I couldn't help myself. I slid my hands under the bottom of her dress, intensely moving them over her smooth skin until we came to cup her flawless breasts. Hanni continued massaging me through my shorts, and my cock grew into her palm in response. She reached up and scratched at the back of my head with her free hand. Showing off her yoga flexibility, Hanni turned and arched her back to bring her lips to mine, still facing forward with my hands kneading her luscious mounds.

The feeling of our hands upon each other was so gratifying for both of us that we pushed against each other, Hanni firmly planting her toned ass against my growing member. She stood up a bit on her toes and moved her little bit over my shaft. A few soft and playful bounces against me, and my body was begging for her. My hands continued their worship of her body, one focusing on her squeezable tits and another on her curved hips. I reached for her bottoms while still grasping one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. We dry-humped each other like that for probably three minutes, our desperation and haste getting the better of us.

Hanni needed me, and she writhed beneath my grasp, her hands prying me closer to her. Her heavy breaths forced themselves out as she tried to keep her tongue locked in a back-and-forth battle with mine. She purred soft moans at me, her hips rotating her lower half around my hardness. I could almost feel the heat of her sex against my boxers, and it snapped me back to reality. I had to be inside this gorgeous playmate now and as much as I could while this sexy little jackpot of luck was within my reach. My sister was the very definition of my lust and love and probably was of any guy she had come across since her first photos were snapped. I reached down between us, hooked my finger on her panties, and began to push her bottoms down, preparing to take her right then and there. We were both aching for it, holding our breath as the material slid down her silky when...

"Hello!" said our mother, opening the front door.

The mug Hanni had been holding dropped from her hand into the sink, shattering, as both Hanni and I scrambled to separate. I slid onto the stool at the island, and Hanni smoothed out her shirt just as my mother rounded the corner and gasped.

"Hanni!" both of us frantically looked around, thinking we had missed something that would give us away, "you didn't tell me you were going to be home!"

I sighed in relief as my mother moved to hug Hanni, and I shook my dad's hand as he followed his wife into the kitchen. I noticed that my father looked across the kitchen instead of at me as I asked about their vacation. His eyes were locked on his little girl, whom he had not seen in months, and I figured he was reacting to the sight before him just as I had when I had first seen Hanni days ago.

"Hanni, don't you think you should be a little more covered around your brother?" asked our father as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.

"Nice to see you too dad," Hanni said with a smile on her face, "besides, it's not like I was looking at me anyway, he's too focused on his food as always."

I immediately looked down into my cereal bowl and shrugged, hoping my dad wouldn't push the issue any further. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep my cool now that my mom and dad were back and our watchful eyes were upon us.

"I'm sorry, and it's good to see you too, Hanni, and I'm glad you're back," Dad rebounded. Just try to cover up a bit more, okay?"

"Sure Dad," Hanni drew out.

"Leave her alone, honey. She's a grown woman now," said our mom. "Speaking of which, Hanni, you have got to get me on whatever diet you are because you look great!"

As the women chatted, our dad told me that he had left his laptop charger at home and that they could only stay for two days on the boat trip they had planned; ten days was too long for a lawyer such as my father to be out of contact.

"So kids..." started Mom, "we still have the sailboat for eight more days, well seven now, and I think we should all head back to Florida today so we don't waste the money."

I could feel my luck turning from bad to worse. My morning had started with the prospect of fucking the most gorgeous blonde vixen I'd ever known, my sister, and a playboy playmate over the sink before I even ate breakfast, and who knows what the rest of the week could have held in store. I looked over at her. Even with the flowing dress, I could make out her sexy frame, and I couldn't believe I had just been cock-blocked by my parents. Hanni caught me looking at her and made eyes at me to answer my mother.

"I don't know, Mom," I said unenthusiastically. It's kind of short notice. Besides, how could we all fit on the boat, especially with your friends already there?"

"First of all," replied Mom, "I know for a fact you have nothing else to do. Second, this is not just any sailboat; it's built to comfortably fit six. Of course, you'll have to share a room with Hanni, but it's nothing you two haven't done before."

Hanni and I stole a glance, smirking at the double meaning, and we could both feel our luck turning. We knew we couldn't say no to our mother's request, and since Hanni didn't have any photo shoots with playboy scheduled for a few weeks, her tan could certainly use some work before then. (Her work with playboy was still unknown to Hanni's parents and she intended to keep it that way as long as possible.) We had nearly been caught fucking in the kitchen moments before and had planned to do so as often as possible before our parents returned home, but all was not yet lost.

Hours later, we were packed and headed to the airport once again. Hanni and I sat as close as possible in the backseat without looking inappropriate as the car bumbled along. Hanni had to fight off smiles and giggles as I gave her knowing looks, and we chatted with our parents. If we were alone, we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other, but in only a few hours, we would have the opportunity once again.

"I'm dying over here," I whispered to my sister as we both exited the vehicle.

"Me too, just a few hours and you can show me just how HARD it is for you." she whispered back and pretended to stumble as she exited the vehicle, pressing her little ass against my yearning cock.

As we made our way through the airport toward our gate, Hanni thought about how things had changed in the few nights since she had returned home. There had never been a shortage of guys begging for her attention, but how she and Y/N had come together had felt so... natural. He was just the kind of guy she was always looking for, caring and cute, but sturdy and down-to earth. All the guys she had met since college and now in her work with Playboy felt so fake to her. They were no different than the TSA officer who joked that she had been randomly selected for a pat down before eye-fucking her and waving her by. She nearly threw herself at me and wrapped her arm around mine when we were both through, she was so disgusted with everyone but me.

Our affection for each other became more manageable now that we had been forced to act appropriately for long enough. The flight to our connection in Nashville was uneventful save the not-so-jokingly references we both made toward joining the 'mile-high club.' We talked the entire flight, interesting and loving conversation that had brought us so close in the first place. Our parents looked across the aisle, happy to see our children getting along so well as Hanni slumbered on my shoulder for the last half-hour before landing.

Unfortunately, as most things usually do, not everything worked out so peachy in Nashville. Due to our short-notice seats, and though we had gotten lucky in Chicago on standby we would not be taking the afternoon flight to Jacksonville as planned. Even though our father could afford it, even the first class seats were sold out, so given the choice to stay the night and take the flight the next evening, we chose instead to rent a car and drive the rest of the way. Nobody was too happy about that, but once again we found themselves shooting down the freeway toward our destination in no time. Always opting for the more luxurious option, our dad had rented a large van with comfy captain's chairs and a large back row.

After we all stopped for dinner, our father announced that he would drive through the night and the rest of the family could sleep unless he needed a replacement. With the sky now completely dark and our mother keeping my father awake in the front seat, I moved toward the front, asking:

"Everything okay up here?"

"You bet. We've got our snacks, and this Cat Stevens special on the radio has put us in a great mood," Mom enthusiastically replied.

"Well, I haven't gotten much sleep from finals this past week so I think I may go pass out on the seat in the back," I said with grogginess in my voice.

"Hey!" fired Hanni, "I wanted that back seat, Y/N."

"You'll just have to share it then, it's plenty big for the two of you," Mom mediated.

I looked back, now realizing what my sister had intentionally done, and saw that naughty grin on her face she'd shown me multiple times since she'd been home. Our father turned the music down in the rear speakers and I made my way toward the back. Hanni quickly followed me, and as I laid down on the large backseat, Hanni took her place in front of me, sliding her sexy frame so that I spooned her ever so slightly.

Mom looked back at her two children; they seemed to be fidgeting a bit to get comfortable in the darkness of the backseat. She could just make out their forms but thought that the seat must have been smaller than she had previously judged.

"Y/N, why don't you be a gentleman? Take one of the blankets and lay on the floor so Hanni can sleep comfortably," she implored me.

"It's okay, Mom, he's a big oaf, but there's enough room for me," Hanni teased. "Oohmphf," she let out just as she was finishing her sentence.

"What's the matter honey," Mom asked upon hearing her daughter's funny noise.

"Nothing mom, just caught a bump back here," she lied.

Truthfully, as Hanni was teasing me to our mother, I had worked my hand to her breast and pinched her nipple solidly over the fabric of her cotton t-shirt. Hanni moistened at the contact and knew we had to be extra careful with our parents in the front. She reached behind her and took hold of my cock with her hand ever so slightly. She could feel me thrust my hips forward at her touch and she wished we were alone so we could both release the intense feelings of desire we had felt for the second time that day.

"You know, I actually wanted to get a little sleep," I said quietly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, you go ahead," Hanni replied, cutting off all contact and crossing her arms in front of her.

Too turned on by having my fuckable playmate sister curled up in front of me, sleep was now the last thing on my mind. Instead I began to tease my sister by tickling lightly at the backs her crossed arms, trying to break her from her feigned stubbornness. Hanni leaned away as I touched her, trying to sell her act further, but I was not discouraged. I moved my hands down her abdomen and slipped my fingers just under the waist of her athletic shorts. I moved them slowly around the waistband, massaging gently; it was becoming impossible for Hanni not to react. Then I began pushing the shorts down just below her hips, exposing the white cotton panties underneath and the wet patch they held over her sweet quim. As I moved my fingers toward it and felt the spot, I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I began to push one finger against the puffy lips over her panties.

"Still going to hold out on me?" I challenged her quietly.

"You're the one who wanted the sleep," Hanni said, holding her ground.

But truthfully, Hanni couldn't take it anymore. Y/N was too good; it was as he I knew all her sweet spots as well as she did. She began to gyrate her hips back against me and we were once again spooning firmly against each other. If felt so good to have Hanni back in my arms, and having her mouth-watering cheeks split over my fully hard cock didn't feel so bad either.

Rather than let me continue, Hanni sat up quickly and quietly and reversed her position. Her face was now rather close to my cock, and she wasted no time. She grabbed at my waistband and pushed it down over my cock. I could feel her warm breath on my shaft and nearly shouted as she grabbed a hold of my member and took the tip into her mouth. Not to be outdone, I pushed her shorts and panties down her legs in one move and grabbed her hips in both hands. Simultaneously, we then began to pleasure the other.

I darted my tongue out over Hanni's clit, licking first in broad stokes and then quickly over her little nub. Hanni held back a scream, and may not have if she had not been inching my cock into her mouth at the time. After she worked it in and out about half-way a few times, Hanni sucked gently at my tip and flicked her tongue out over the slit. I was in heaven - and I too began to breathe heavily. Using my fingers while continuing my attack of her clit with my tongue, I reached up and worked a finger inside of her tight little hole. She began bucking at my touch and felt as if she could hardly concentrate on the blow job she so wanted me to enjoy. I continued to lap at her cunny, and Hanni started moving involuntarily; I could feel how strong her core was as her hips bucked in my hands. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pulsed around it as Hanni neared her orgasm, her pussy now getting wetter with each passing second.

Hanni, too, was getting the desired effect out of her efforts; I could barely keep up licking at her with my tongue in between heavy breaths as Hanni's head bobbed over my stiff cock. I had pulled her on top of me by now and placed a blanket over our bodies. The captain's chairs hid our heads from view, but if our parents had flipped the lights on, we would easily be found out. Not to mention that Hanni let out the occasional squeal that was just quiet enough to be drowned out by the radio. I was glad of it because I loved the sweet sounds that Hanni made, letting me know I was doing a good job on her.

"Hanni... Hanni... I'm almost there," I alerted her.

I expected her to release me as I continued stimulating her with my fingers and tongue, but Hanni had no such plans. Seconds away from release, she could feel me unintentionally thrusting toward her, and she took me in as far as I could go, massaging my soft sack with her nimble fingers. Once, twice, a third time,e she slid her luscious lips almost entirely up and down over the length of my cock. On the third, she held me there, and I began to pump my semen into her mouth. I was in heaven, breathing out heavily onto her wet pussy as I shot rope after rope into her throat. Never before had a blowjob made me orgasm so hard. I shuddered as Hanni pressed her lips over my sensitive tip, swallowing and erasing all traces of my release.

But Hanni had been close just before I came, so as she proudly kissed the tip of my member, I picked right back up where I had left off. Hanni was back in no time to her panting and twisting about as I grasped firmly at the soft skin of her ass and began to sink my tongue into her soaked canal. She tasted so sweet, and I held her tight as she involuntarily fought my hold on her because the pleasure was so intense. She was dripping now and had to bury her head in the seat to hide her moans from our parents. I began to fear that they might turn around, but ignored the thought as I sent my sister over the edge. She arched her back, pressing against me as I continued plunging my large tongue in and out of her, making sure to connect with her clit every time. Hanni came hard, and as her eyes rolled backward and her vision went stark white, she was immersed in a warm bath of ecstasy. It flowed over her body forever, and when she finally came to, she had to push my head away from her drenched pussy; even my breath was too much for the sensitivity I had caused her.

She returned to the spooning position, and we lay there with each other. Two lovers lay in a post-orgasmic bliss, unfathomably satisfied and proud.

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to let you go, Hanni," I spoke to her softly.

"You don't have to," she whispered back. "Besides, I don't know where you learned it, but I've never cum like that from oral in my life, and I'm not about to give that up."

We held each other close, our unknowing parents sitting only a few feet away. Hanni's backside felt so good against my front that I still couldn't imagine sleeping despite the release we had both shared minutes before. Hanni's shorts and panties were still bunched just below her knees, so when my cock started to stir again, it pressed right between the gap between her legs. She was wet as ever, and my shaft slid slowly along her slit as it filled along with my desires.

"No way," Hanni protested, "it's too risky."

But as she resisted me verbally, her body sang another tune. With my hands exploring and massaging the tips of my fingers coming into contact with the sides of her breasts, Hanni once again began to writhe under My attention. I grasped at her body, hands firmly over 32C tits, her perfect, erect nipples poking into my palms. She could distinguish the tip of my cock from my shaft as we both began to gyrate against each other, Hanni still resisting penetration. It was almost animalistic; our bodies moved independently, and we needed each other just as much as we had the first time, only the night before. At some point, Hanni's worries about being discovered by our parents began to dissolve; she could only think of getting Y/N inside her. I hadn't even thought about our parents since I had first had my cock in the playmate's mouth minutes earlier, and I wasn't about to start now. Just as we thrust a final time and pulled away from each other, Hanni reached down between us and pointed my rod at her opening once more. I pushed past her slick folds and into her drenched tunnel, feeling like I belonged nowhere else as her walls clamped down on me.

"Do you two want to stop for something to eat or drink before you fall asleep?" Both the children froze as our mother looked back at them.

With my hard cock now fully inside of her, Hanni could barely think, let alone respond to her mother. It was all the two of us could do just to stop from continuing our incestuous activity without even responding. Hanni's bald pussy pulsed in anticipation, gushing around the invading member and ready for it to begin thrusting in and out of her. With much effort, Hanni managed, "I think I'd rather... oohhh... full at the moment, Mom." I could hear the ecstasy she was feeling in her voice and was now afraid our mother might too, but I gave her a daring little thrust mid-sentence anyway.

Hanni turned her head and looked at me wide-eyed, shocked that I would carelessly jeopardize our secrecy by fucking her as she spoke to our mother. Her big green eyes staring into my only made me want her more, and I pulled slowly out of her and pushed back in again, watching her mouth open, and pupils dilate in response. I couldn't even stop my slow assault on Hanni as she addressed me,

"You too Y/N," my father, Dad asked, "are you too comfortable back there to stop?"

"Yeah, pop, you don't know how good it feels..." I thrust into her again, "being able to get some..." another thrust, "rest finally."

"Alright then, we will see you in the AM," said my father.

Hanni and I were already miles away when our mother turned out the final light in the front, and the only lights came from the dashboard and headlights. We were the only ones on the road, and Hanni and I were in complete darkness. I resumed sliding my cock in and out of my big sister, the heat and feeling of having her tunnel wrapped around me excruciatingly pleasurable. She moved just right, and I relished the feeling of my hands upon her, feeling her strong, sexy body moving in front of me. I kissed her neck and sucked at it, her skin tasted sweet, and I wasn't even surprised. I pulled my cock out of her and held the tip right against her opening. I then prodded slowly at her, pushing into her pussy less than an inch each time. Hanni made a frustrated moan and reached down between us.

"God damn you....uhhh," she let out as I pushed into her just a bit, "just fuck me.... put it in.... fuck......ohh...... you asshole."

I loved what I was doing to her. Her need for me was genuine, and I enjoyed teasing her like this. One more prod and Hanni's patience was gone. She reached down and took a firm grasp of my cock, and pulled it towards her. Her hand wrapped around me felt so good that I lost track of my intentions and started to oblige her. The feeling of being halfway inside my sister and her hand holding onto my other half was like no other feeling in the world. In one last effort, I stopped and held there, grinning.

"If you don't fuck me.....oh god..... right now," Hanni demanded, "I'm going to straddle you.... and ride you right in front of mom and dad."

Happy with the results of my teasing, I gave in to Hanni and thrust the rest of my cock inside her velvety tunnel. I moved slowly at first and began to pick up speed, but Hanni was now panting for her approval. After a minute or so of jamming my pelvis against her soft, grab-able ass, I was now pounding into my sister with passion, and Hanni rotated her hips in earnest to get more of me inside of her. She felt like she had never been filled quite this perfectly and grasped onto my hands, interlocking our fingers as if to tell me.

Now free to move about, the little gymnast in Hanni maneuvered so I lay under her, and she rested atop me, weighing down against my chest as we remained locked together at the hips. I could only make out a little bit of the playmate's body, so I again began to paw at her with my hands. She loved the feeling of my big, strong fingers probing at her, rubbing every inch of her body and squeezing her breasts and ass lightly. Hanni lifted her tiny hips and then sank back down hard on my engorged member. Her mound mashed against me as she did so, and she rotated around a bit upon each meeting to stimulate herself further.

"Y/N... Y/N..." Hanni whispered in my ear with lust thick in her voice.

Her panting into my neck drove me crazy, even more so when she flicked her little tongue over my neck and earlobe. I took hold of her pistoning hips and added to her up-and-down plunging motion by pushing up to meet her. Our lips eventually found each other, and Hanni rubbed a hand through my hair as we explored each other's mouths. Hanni's tongue wrestled mine intensely, mimicking the rhythmic movement of our bodies.

Hanni could feel her orgasm approaching, and she knew it would be a powerful one. The little blonde playmate thought of how taboo it was that she was fucking her little brother and so dangerously close to our parents at that. The thought only served to bring her closer to climax, and Hanni continued to slide up and down on her brother's pole in search of it. She whimpered into my mouth and then released my lips slightly, breathing into them. The soft blows of her breath were stimulating and sensual; I was now close to cumming as well.

"I'm close, Hanni," I warned her.

"Oh my God, me too," my sister managed between thrusts. "Come inside me, please, Y/N... uhhh... come inside."

Her begging brought me so close to release that I held on for dear life so my sister could have time to climax. I didn't have to wait long, three more full strokes into her moist channel, and she was clawing at my back as she began to cum. My body tensed, and Hanni sat down hard on me, impaled and writhing on my cock. Then it hit: my sister and I began to orgasm in unison, clutching each other tight. Jet after jet, I pumped into her, and Hanni bit down on my muscular shoulder to hold back her screams. She could feel herself being filled with my cum, and her pussy only clamped down harder on me to experience it. As I released a torrent inside my sister, I was in absolute bliss, cumming so hard that I pushed into more strongly, seeking further depths in which to spray my incestuous seed. She was mine, and if I was going to mark my territory, I wanted to bury my cum as deep inside her unbelievably tight pussy as I possibly could. Hanni embraced it and shifted to allow me deeper, bucking in time with her heartbeat on my cock. She milked every single drop out of me as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Hanni's soft cries of passion were so sexy I felt like I was once again in a dream. My sister, the playmate of the year, was still climaxing atop me, holding my rod firmly inside of her as she came. I had her until she shuddered for the last time, my cock still too sensitive to move. Hanni relished the feeling of still being filled, and she lay limp atop me, taking deep breaths to recover.

It made me smile to think of how careless we were when making love, casting aside all cares in search of each other. Hanni's tight t-shirt was bunched over her beautiful breasts, and her bottoms had fallen to the ground. She was disheveled as we got up, and we both basked in our post-orgasmic amazement. Suddenly, a light flashed in the cabin, and our mother grabbed water from the package in the middle row. Hanni's shorts and panties were visible on the ground from her seat, and her naked children were a foot away from them. Were it not for the blanket, she would have been able to see my mostly-erect cock still buried inside Hanni, her daughter, fluids from our lovemaking escaping between us. Furthermore, seeing Hanni lying directly atop me would have taken minimal effort. We held our breath and begged that our mother wouldn't discover the hot, incestuous romp that had occurred right behind her.

Sure enough, Mom's eyes moved quickly over the cast-aside bottoms, her brain not making the connection. As she shut off the light, both of her children sighed in relief.

"That was close," I sighed. Hanni only giggled in response.

With that, I teased Hanni with one more little thrust and then slid my softening dick out of her. Hanni grinned naughtily at the action and kissed me firmly. Our tongues played lethargically for a moment before I rolled Hanni off of me. We hugged each other close, my package pressing tenderly against her folds and Hanni's soft breasts against my chest. Making eye contact, we examined each other in satisfied states before drifting off to sleep. We still had days of sharing a room ahead of us, but for now, fucking each other in the backseat of a car driven by our parents seemed enough for a lifetime, or at least until we woke up the following day.

[xxxnightcorequeenxxx]

PSA To the Phantom, we have a Troll/Stalker!

Those who know me know this is somthing I won't typically resort to this, but today, I've reached the end of my long patience. ( one and half a year of patience) There is a Stalker/ Troll whose whole stick is trying to get people to draw Dani and Danny fan art. Thir asks will look like this. They will delete them as soon as you answer. I mod on a few Discord servers, so when I informed people on Discord that I had a digital stalker, someone reached out to me to ask me if this was them, as they didn't want to deal with what I had to put up with. That's how I got a hold of this:

On Deviantart, they try to get into people's good graces by subscribing and donating a dollar. (it's a tip you can do on DA, not required) They ask you to do art, and if you bite, They won't stop pestering you about it. Like you didn't do it fast enough, or you didn't do it. And if you do, they have a new request lined up the minute you post the last. So it's never good enough. They will try to monopolize your time, and you never get time to draw what you want to if you try being kind at first. One telltale sign that it's them is that if you reply to them, they will delete all their messages with you after your reply to avoid detection by moderators.

So here are the usernames I know them by; Usernames of them on DA; DanielFentonPhantom DannyFenton2 DannyFenton3 DannyPhantom11 JacobFritzsching1 JacobFritzsching2 JacobPhantom1 JakeFritzsching JakeFritzsching1 The username of the stalker on Tumblr: JacobFritzsching1 & JacobPhantom

I've tried to block them multiple times, And I suspect DA staff have banned some of their accounts.

They don't understand no and stay away or that people have boundaries. I've reported them multiple times. They have been suspended multiple times (I was lucky enough to get this screenshot for a suspended account)

They have been bothering me since Aug 28, 2023 and the latest block for this person was today.

This is me reaching out to others in my discord communities over time for help, showing what it did to me mentally and why I no longer take art requests. (For the privacy of the other users, I've only included what needed to go in there with their usernames hidden.) The only other user by name than me is the stalker.

I lay myself bare to you phandom community so that you may not suffer silently by JacobFritzsching1 hand. I know I'm not his only target. I've stayed quiet and done what I could for a year and a half. They have not let up, and I fear they are driving good people out of the community through their behavior. I will confess to thoughts of wanting to permanently delete my stuff just to escape this stalker. But I'm not letting them win. I am a Phandom elder, I have been a phan since the show since it aired back in the day; some of you may know me by my old username Jeanette9a, some of you will know I'm sited as one of the earlier ones to keep DP ship names list that now exisits on Ao3, and I have to use my every connection and pull to see this troll/stalker not mess with more of my fellow Phandom community. That so be it. I will pull out my megaphone and scram their misdeeds to heaves, so they may never walk anywhere without people knowing who JacobFritzsching1 is in regards to the phandom. You wanted attention well, here you go may I hope you enjoy what you have sown.

---- If anyone else has more receipts about this person feel free to reblog with a me too and show the phandom just who JacobFritzsching1 / JacobPhantom is. Because I'm just one person finally speaking up. I don't expect people to believe me outright. Not without more people who can attest to their character. Here is another post about the same user that is by someone other than me:

[petr1kov]

hey, guys. as some of you may remember, i've asked for help to afford my dog's treatment about a month ago, believing he had a bacterial infection on his mouth. unfortunately, that turned out to be a misdiagnosis, which we found out due to several exams we had to take in preparation for the procedure (an ultrasound, which led to some appointments with an oncologist, a cytology and, finally, a PARR test). these results took way too long to come back, which made for a pretty stressful month, but now we know for sure: freddy has cancer, most likely a b-cell immunophenotype lymphoma.

now, i'm going to take him back to see the oncologist as soon as possible, and the next step will be to start chemotherapy (though what type, i still don't know). he's otherwise still well and acting like himself, and from what i've been told, he could have over a year of survival, if all goes well. knowing he's on limited time breaks my heart, but i just want to him to be alright while he can.

so if you're able, i'd really appreciate a donation to help me out on this, or just sharing this post. i heard chemo is around 300 per month, at least, and i'm trying to adjust to that new expense, but it will be difficult, especially at the start (right now, i just have enough to afford his oncologist, not the treatment itself), and we do need to start it soon, for his benefit. thank you 🩷

[elliesglock]

alright so we back mofos. i deleted my original AMAZING timeline so we're gonna run it back with anotherrrr updated timeline!

2016:

everybody knows that i know paige met azzi before azzi met her. and it's very invisible string theory imo. paige met azzi before their official meeting at team usa. paige and azzi had an aau tournament that overlapped during summer in 2016. azzi is 14 and paige is 15. azzi is playing 2 grades above her age group in her aau league against paige's au team but she's not playing paige. there's a part in the full game video where it cuts to the sideline and we see big grinning cheesy paige watching the game. from what we know about paige and how she is with azzi, i think she had her eye on azzi. i mean in the part of the video paige is in azzi makes a play and it cuts to paige grinning and looking away all shy. the way her expression is makes her look like she's just seen her crush. and i think she literally did. she's picking at her face and having some nervous ticks in that portion of the video. so i said in my original timeline paige had a secret admirer thing going on. and i 100% stand by that. paige brings up in the slam interview that she knew azzi for 3 years (in 2019) so that timeline lines up with her first seeing azzi. now azzi doesn't remember this, therefore she says she met paige 2 years ago. and i just admire that so much 😭. she was focused on her game and paige was focused on her type shit. and the invisible string theory really comes into play when you think about paige REMEBERING THIS and it meaning so much to her. like that was the first time she ever saw her girl. i feel like she would've been completely transfixed by azzi and would've felt something she had never felt before and knewwww azzi was different. ugh my little baby soulmates i cry. it literally gives love at first sight. paige obviously doesn't talk to azzi i don't think until they meet officially in 2017 in the usa trials. do i think paige found her instagram and started stalking it? 100%. i just don't think she followed or liked any of azzi's photos until 2017 when azzi most likely gave her, her instagram. so essentially paige has been plotting on azzi for a total of 9 years since they were literally fetuses. no surprise there from p honestly we're not broaching new territory. imo pazzi have always been soulmates and meant to find each other. like the universe knew what it was doing putting them in the same arena, to find each other. it's always been on their side.

2017:

this is when they officially meet at usa. this is the time azzi remembers lol. i think paige initiated everything due to what they both have said. and if we think about how she already had a crush on azzi prior, it's not crazy to say she wanted to initiate conversation because azzi was literally her crush or at least someone she admired. i think p saw her again and was like oh yes that pretty girl that was at my aau tournament i've been watching her for a bit let's go make friends with her. plotting p yet again. this is just the first peg in her multi-step generational bag scheme. azzi very obviously was young and definitely had a shy demeanor to her. and she was not ready for the fireball that was about to be hurled at her face named paige. i think paige really did try talking to her which is why i don't believe p when she said that they "didn't talk very much off the court". but maybe azzi wasn't really feeling it and was standoffish and so that's why she said they didn't talk much. i also think they have a very shy, sneaky kinda vibe when they talk about usa. as if they were doing something then that they weren't supposed to. i've said in many of my analyses, paige and azzi talk about things sometimes like they know more than they're letting on. and they def do. i think they talk a bit during usa and maybe a little more....oop and then get on the plane to go home. now paige is not gonna let this opportunity slide and is still trying to slide her way into azzi's good graces. so ofc she's going to sit with her on the plane and yap her ear off. great rizz lil paigey you're doing amazing sweetie. i guess paige felt as though this was her BIGGEST bag bc i know azzi was SICK of listening to that girl. they've mentioned in their slam interview they got back home to minnesota and that's when they "really" became friends. which i can believe. i think they just went to see other more and started something. i've never believed they were just bsfs for a long period of time, i think they were IMMEDIATELY messing with each other as soon as they met. and i think it reallyyyyy starts when they get back.

2018:

i think they're still in that fwb kinda situation, but they're friends. they see each other quite a bit in 2018, their tournaments overlap and they have similar basketball schedules so they probs were seeing each their. i know it's a hot take but i think they were being sneaky around these meet ups and like kissing behind closed doors and maybe staying with each other and having...fun. im still conflicted on whether people knew or not. i'm sure paige and azzi told their friends they were messing around. i think paige is very much the type to talk about her all the time and im sure her friends knew ALLLL the details of what was happening between them. same with azzi but she's not as bad as a yapper so im sure some things were kept private. however i dont think their parents knew. their dynamic at this point def gave they were trying to be discreet and act like friends but were doing things private. and maybe it was a homoerotic friendship where they didn't feel as though the way they were being intimate they were just kinda having fun as friends? idk im not completely sure 😭 they def didn't subconsciously see each other friends though. they were flying back and forth seeing each other a lot, and also preparing for more usa tournaments so im not surprised it turned into what they had here. they were practically unable to separate 😭

2019

there's two weird shifts and one comes here, and one comes in 2020. they're, again, together ALLL the time in 2019. againnnn at the scene of the crime flying back and forth to be with each other. and these meetups def meant more than just a friendly encounter, they were coming to see other knowing EXACTLY what was gonna go down. in early 2019, azzi comes and watches paige's state championship game. and i'm sure celebrations were in order cough cough. that supportive aspect of their relationship has always been there even if they weren't technically dating. i use to think they were dating in high school just because of the sheer amount of times they spent together and went to support each other's big moments, but now i think they were just in a very committed situationship. i think it most likely would've been exclusive. they dedicated so much of their time together it honestly would've been hard to see anyone else. it's easy for me to say here that feelings are starting to develop/they are in love with each other, and it really sets up how they were in 2020. i mean these bitches are legit FLYING to see each other. at the big age of 16-17 years old 😭 azzi also tears her acl during this time and paige is there for her every step of the way. she prayed over her knee and carried her off the court. paige was in love with her im sorry. she was. and if these bitches try to tell you they were nonchalant and didn't have feelings for each other during this time THEY ARE LYINGGGGG. who fr carries their situationship off the court and then PRAYS over their knee. obv paige remembers how in love with her she was because she legit CRIES talking about it. feelings def were getting hard to ignore during this time, especially the way paige would've been taking care of azzi. their injuries always have the tendency to bring them closer and make them realize things. we've seen historically it happens. but anyway i'm sorry this is messy, they were def in love with each other but still in that messy kind of fwb arrangement.

2020:

hugeeeee shift. again. together all the fucking time. i mean paige legit quarantines with them. and i think it really shows her feelings for both azzi and her family. she 100% came to their house during that time for comfort. and she found solace being with azzi during such a rough time. they both had tournaments canceled, paige's high school career was over, they had to say goodbye to teammates, paige's graduation was lackluster. i mean it was just a sad time and i think it's so telling they spent it together. almost like nothing would be able to cheer them up like being with one another. i think most likely there were conversations about being together during this time. i think it would've been CRAZY not to considering they had no where else to go besides to bed with each other oop. i don't think they get together though, because paige is leaving for college soon and the distance would be something they've never experienced before. they've experienced distance but not as a couple yk? and i'm sure just being in a fwb relationship and being apart was still hard for them because they are love sick fools. so they don't get into a relationship. now you can debate me if there was some hard feelings. around this time i personally don't think there was. i think it was very amicable. paige also wins gatorade player of the year and they just go out and play basketball together a lot. it's very exclusively one another. like i was saying before they had no time for anyone else. who's paige realistically going to get with during this time? what she's gonna bring em back to azzi's house? like no 😭. all in all, they decide to stick to casual and remain the way they've always been. maybe there's convos about seeing other people to explore their options once paige gets to college. i could very much seeing that happening.

2021:

paige is in college, azzi's still at home finishing up high school. that casual relationship is VERYYYY casual because i personally think they were talking to other people and exploring their options with other people. im not the one to play into uconn anon shenanigans with paige being a player. that was not happening sorry to all who believe. was she probably talking to other people? yes. but nothing was done to intentionally hurt azzi and vice versa. they both mutually agreed to be in that kinda arrangement with each other in my mind. now considering they were both probably VERY much in love with each other but weren't admitting it, im sure this was a hard time for them. i don't think they were getting revenge on each other with other people tho thats stupid. they most likely hated being apart and both were in the trenches, but i dont think they were bringing up their feelings like they maybe should have. paige also makes her feels playlist around this time. and it's such a driving force in why i feel like they weren't together at this time, the bitch was in the trenches like cmon. nobody that has newly go into a relationship is making feels playlist saying "nobody is taking their baby" and "that should be me". which also brings me back into thinking that paige prob disliked azzi was talking to other people. ITS VERY NORMAL GUYS. they were young and feelings are hard and they also had A LOT of things to be doing. the song, "can't be friends" in her playlist is very interesting to me. simply because i think paige felt that way. she knew she couldn't only ever just be friends with azzi you know. and maybe this time apart showed her that. being with azzi all the time leading up to this, i think it distorted her ability to be able to see that being JUST friends with azzi wasn't enough, cause she was content just being with her yk. i definitely feel like azzi wasn't maybe coming to campus every so often and seeing paige. and they probably did hu with each other. that's what they knew guys. and i'm sorry i've said this many times but paige was 100% calling azzi her girl around this time. at the end of this year, azzi comes to uconn. this is when the lines get really blurred. after being apart for so long, i think the feelings creep on them and they inadvertently stop talking to people all together. maybe it's a conscious thing where they feel like they can't be so dedicated to someone like they are and feel good about talking to other people. they 100% were still getting with each other too. i think this starts the rough patch between them. i like to call it the great pazzi war. shots were fired and orphans were created lemme tell you. i think the feelings for each other and the dynamic they've made starts to become a little too much. and it creates riffs in their relationship. i think they're both tired of the whole casual sort of arrangement and it therefore makes them argue and have harder times, but they're both idiots who just won't say "hey im in love with you, let's just get into a relationship we both want it". this leads me to 2022.

2022

we bout on year 80 of the great pazzi war atp. messy ass tt's, some little spats, shady comments. now i think they start to get better this year for sure. i do think they argue and make each other mad and being the scorpios and libras they are they post petty tik toks. aaliyah and nika im so sorry you had to go through this. i always think about the outside tik tok azzi and aaliyah made during this time. IT WAS SO MESSY. it was exactly azzi saying eat that to paige. she put on her best outfit and posted to the pettiest song basically saying i don't need you and im not dealing with you cause im going outside tn. paige's phone im so sorry that you had to be typed on that vigorously that night 💔 i know paige was texting her like azzi take that down im serious don't go out come talk to me please im sorry!!!! pleaseeeeeee. now maybe azzi stayed strong maybe she didn't. but around this time they def were beefing a bit. but they fix it guys don't worry. i think they both get sick and tired of the arguing and decide it's best to just do what they know they've always should've done, and start dating. now it might be just them testing the waters, but it's a start damnit. i think about the repost paige did where she says "when your girlfriend cries when old people are sitting alone" and azzi's friends comment on her tt saying "gfs are on this app!". it just says to me they both immediately kinda knew what they were 😭. but paige is unserious she knows she was calling azzi her girl even when she wasn't. so it doesn't surprise their friends and them already start calling each other that. i think their friends were just happy they finally stopped playing around. and it was out of pure excitement they posted those comments.

2023-2024

now i've told yall i know they got together at the end of 2023. i think they did that testing the waters relationship for about a year before fully locking in. we get A LOT of things in 2023 too. but you can tell they are really in their honeymoon era after this leading into 2024. and now they're happily married we had an amazing summer together! kids on the way talk soon

[dannydoesthisthing27]

☆♡That Night♡☆

A oneshot of Darlin' remembering the night Sam asked them to marry him.

Word Count - 691

Cw: references to prior acts of aggression

Short preview - "I can't believe it's been 20 years since then. The only thing crazier is that we're still here, on the same couch. Even if it's a new house, in a different part of the city, we're holding each other close in front of a warm fire, watching a movie we've seen a thousand times."

I hope yall enjoy! I have had this as a work in progress for a few weeks and just recently finished it to the point I feel comfortable posting :]

It was cold that night. The kind of cold you don't notice until a warm hand caresses your face and guides you back inside. The cold that nips at your nose and the tips of your ears, dying them a soft red. We were driving home from a solstice party with the pack. We were going slow, it was icy out after all, there was no reason to rush. We had our music and each other, that was all we really needed. It was moments like that, moments of peace; a peace we each had to fight so hard to get. A peace that was coveted from bloodshed and tears, sewn together by hands better suited for tearing the fabric apart. Moments that made me grateful he stayed...that he saw past the wolf snapping its teeth and growling...the aggression...he didn't see that part, or maybe he just ignored it. He saw the wounded dog trying to protect itself. He saw someone worth waiting for. He waited for me, even when I snapped and snarled and spit things at him. Things that should never be said to a soul like his...things he didn't do anything to hear...I wish sometimes I was able to take it back. Then again if I had I wouldn't be sitting here now, with his head in my lap, and a smile on my lips. That night though, good lord above that night. I had no clue he had anything planned, thinking back on it though...that nervous tension across his shoulders...the way that smile flickered when he thought I wasn't looking...that...quiet caution the whole week leading up to it. I really was oblivious, too focused on what we were doing to realize what he was doing. When we pulled out to the old docks I really thought he just wanted some fresh air, or to stretch his legs for a minute. We went to the docks out on the lake a lot, it was a place we both knew well, a spot we'd been coming for years at that point. I was walking a few feet behind like I usually do, just watching him do his thing. He was so nervous I could practically see the gears in his head. I nearly made him come back to the car with me to try and help him relax. The last thing I was expecting was to catch up to him and have him kneel down with a box in his hands. I mean the look on my face must have shaken him out of his nerves for a second because he was smiling again. I remember every word he said in that moment, but those are for me. Suffice to say we were both bleary-eyed at the end. I've never been that speechless in my life, I nearly passed out if I'm being honest...I don't think I've ever told him that...hm...Anyways, once I recovered, I think I probably said yes a dozen times. He had to shut me up at one point to reassure me he was listening, and we were both ok. I can't believe it's actually been 20 years since then. The only thing crazier is that we're still here, on the same couch. Even if it's a new house, in a different part of the city, we're holding each other close in front of a warm fire, watching a movie we've seen a thousand times. I never thought I could be happy like this. I never believed someone could love me the way he does. Like I'm something to be cherished in the same way I cherish him. Someone who had every reason to walk away from me, a person who had to crack open my walls with his bare hands and open heart. Someone I hold in the highest regards, a person unapologetically himself at every turn. A person I not only love, but a person I enjoy knowing and being known by. How lucky do I have to be to have found my other half before I even knew I was looking.

[breelandwalker]

Hey...I'm just starting to learn about witchcraft. I don't really know a lot. I am struggling a bit with Catholic guilt regarding feeling bad about practicing witchcraft (feeling like I've done something sinful or wrong when I try to do a sigil, for example). However, when I asked some witches on Tumblr, they said it was perfectly fine to be Catholic and a witch. So I just wanted to ask, how exactly do I incorporate my faith into my magic, and how does being a Christian and a witch converge?

@crazycatsiren @christowitch @followingtheladyofthesacredflame

I believe this is your wheelhouse, my lovelies. 💜

I will say, as someone who was raised Christian (various flavors of Protestant) and was fairly devout for much of my youth, this is something I also struggled with during the first few years of my practice. It was a growth process and unfortunately, growth is rarely a comfortable thing when you're going through it. I had to retrain my brain away from the systems I was brought up in, but without much exterior guidance or a definite system within which to work. It took some doing and a lot of soul-searching to eventually break out of that mold and get used to that new set of ideas.

As for being Catholic and a witch, there are plenty of folk magic traditions that include the use of psalms, prayers, petitions to saints or the Blessed Virgin, Bible verses, and Catholic paraphernalia. Christian folk magic has existed for centuries and well predates both Wicca and the modern witchcraft movement. So you definitely have a substantial leg to stand on.

And in the end, what you do or do not do is between you and your God. Other people, witches and Christians alike, can keep their judgy bullshit to themselves.

Hope this helps!

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi nalyra!

Regarding your latest post about going into the tags, I've been having a similar experience to be honest, especially lately. Definitive factors are the lack of news and s01 and s02 leaving us for 4+ years with this "tale". So much so that I've been actually starting to take it as face value too. Because really what does one have to say otherwise? Hints? Hints are not canon yet so they can't count as proof -also we don't know how they are going to be used.

Promised revisits? Yeah we saw those in season 2 and they definitely did not help change the tale. Contradicting promises and half truths from cast? It's not enough to rely on. The responses are often more about how the actors interpret their characters motivations not what the writers actually write and how they see the characters.

I really don't wish to be negative but I think it's equally possible that season 3 will infact not turn everything onto its head and this is largely based on the creative decisions taken so far. So many relationship dynamics were changed to their core eg. Armand-Louis.Core events altered completely, murder scene, trial scene etc.

And may I just add here a comment about rolin and not everyone has to agree this is just my impression, but listen to the way he talks.

Nickistat is a "super emo relationship", lestat is always described with epithets like "messy" "volatile", the world "sexy" was used a lot. Emphasis is given on how this is the Monster Vampire Show where everyone is equal in monstrosity because that's how monsters monster.

I really don't mean to dump all over anyone's dreams here but when people speak they show you who they are and what their intentions are. How hannah reacted to the 1x5? That's who she is and what she believes and what she writes stems from this.

When they spoke of the 1x5 revisit they were speaking like they somehow altered the whole series and its trajectory when infact no? The scene interpretation and its fall out stays exactly the same. Has stayed the same for the audience!

In no interview did they mention about setting up how lestat functions as the hero in the VC universe, not because to use a quote "this guy is a mess" but of how horrible things keep happening to him (some based on his bad decisions but others not) and he keeps going some times with existential angst others with a joie de vivre.

They did not mention or give emphasis on how the core of iwtv was parental grief, and how it WAS supposed to be about claudia.

We cannot expect season 3 to magically alter all of That. The edited tale very likely will never change but instead "added upon" let's say with some revisits and clarifications.

As of right now 90% of the Fandom is confused and to that i say it's not because all the pieces are missing its because the pieces don't match.

The writers intentions vs the actual book arcs and characters don't match right now there is a dissonance.

I apologize for the offensively long post, of course anyone can feel free to disagree I love hearing how other iwtv fans are experiencing the series and fandom and their thoughts on the future season(s).

And massive thanks to you Nalyra for providing this space that is much needed!!

You're welcome.

I mean... I do think the revisits helped to change the tale? And massively so, because the "sales man" comment alone made it clear that there had been whole memories implanted.

Should have made it clear, I need to say though I guess, because that for example is what I meant.

People... don't take the mental step back to evaluate the tale they were told. They "waited" for the big revisits to change everything they had been shown.

And what the show did instead - was change key scenes... and it expected everyone to be able to follow.

To re-evaluate why Lestat in 1x05 did not have blood on his face outside or in the sky... but was shown in the revisit to have had blood all over - for example. Because it's an implanted memory!!! The hair styles also indicate that, I have talked about that at length before.

What really happened out there is up to interpretation right now, and I do think it has to do with the arc they try to do that Sam hinted at.

But this way of revealing things... and expecting people to have the mental capacity to reevaluate the whole show after the fact... THAT is what did not work.

At least for some.

Because I have seen enough fan reactions to know that it did NOT in fact stay the same for the whole audience.

I do not expect s3 to give us many more explicit revisits. I do expect a revisit to "murder night" because the words in Claudia's diary do not match and the revisit was hinted at before.

But Lestat did not go and contradict everything Louis said in his book - some, yes, but not everything?? - so why would s3 do that.

No the show is not the books, and yet it is.

It is an adaptation.

I do not like all of the choices... but what I do get is what they intended with the revisits and how these few key scenes do, in fact, actually do change the whole tale.

Go on, nonny, do a rewatch.

Look at Lestat's hair in Louis' memory, and notice the hair in what turned out to be a wrong memory... notice what Louis could not have known, but told of, and then... re-evaluate.

Because that is what this show wanted us to do with the revisits :)

Because it's all in there already... and THAT - as much as it frustrates me, given parts of the fandom not understanding it 😅 - is quite ingenious.

[honeybadgercomeback]

I don't know if people fully realise the impact that Eddie Jordan had on Formula 1 in general, and on motorsport in Ireland in particular. I'm not going to be able to fully explain it all, but I'll do what I can here.

The man was who Christian Horner wants his reputation to be. A genuinely kind man who had exceptionally high standards for his team, who would rob Peter to pay Paul to be able to keep the team running. He saw a young man driving in sportscars and German F3, and convinced Mercedes - who had Michael under contract at the time - to pay him $150,000 to let Michael drive for the fledgling Jordan team in Spa in 1991. A year later Michael won that same race in a Benetton car.

Jordan won four races in Formula One, the most memorable (to Irish people) was the first win, in Spa 1998. The downside was that F1 didn't think Jordan would ever win a race, so instead of Amhran na bhFiann playing for the constructor, it was God Save The Queen. You can guess how this went down on this island.

He kept the team alive longer than it should have, but the banning of cigarette advertising in F1 was the death knell for Jordan, the long running Benson and Hedges advertising coming to an end. I still remember being a kid and being told we cheer for the yellow cars. My mother still smokes B&H because they sponsored Jordan.

Eddie was a showman, an entertainer. He knew what people wanted to see and he gave that to them no matter what. He was also a devoted husband, father, and grandfather. He married his wife Marie in 1979, and they stayed together until his death with four kids and numerous grandkids.

He believed in the power of motorsport. He used his privilege for good, receiving an OBE for his work for CLIC Sargent, a children's cancer charity. He refused the honours that came with it, citing his Irishness, but accepted the award because he didn't have to swear an oath to the Queen. He helped raise millions of pounds so families could stay near their kids undergoing cancer treatment.

Nobody makes them like Eddie Jordan. There's a reason the entire F1 world has come out to pay tribute to him - at time of writing every team except Ferrari has, along with multiple drivers past and present. The shed he built just outside the Silverstone circuit was only torn down last year when Aston Martin made their new factory fully functional. Until then every team that's followed Jordan - Midland, Spyker, Force India, Racing Point, and Aston Martin - worked out of that same building where Michael Schumacher had his first ever start in Formula One.

And isn't that the story we should aspire to? The working class kid who loved racing so much he fought through it all to somehow make it to the pinnacle of motorsport, run his own team, and then have an eye for talent. A life well lived.

Ar dheis Dé ar a hanam, Eddie. Rest in peace.

rip eddie jordan [1948-2025]

[dyingroses]

Of Fathers and Failings

You ever read a fanfic so good you write a fanfic of it?!

Well that's kinda what's going on here. Between reading the brilliant @mer-acle 's fic Fighting to Be Loved and all her other amazing fics about Athena I decided to write a little scene where Triton finds out about Zeus striking Athena with the lightning bolt.

Triton, son of Poseidon and Amphitrite, was Athena's foster father. She was sent to Lake Tritonis and Triton's household. But Zeus caused an accident causing his Triton's daughter Pallas to be accidentally killed by Athena and then she was kicked out and went back to Mount Olympus.

Enjoy!

"And where do you think you're going, Hermes!" Poseidon shouted, catching the messenger god by the wing.

"Somewhere out of the way so I don't get smited as well!" Hermes said, struggling against his uncle's grip, "It left a crater when he bolted Athena."

"What?!" Triton asked, suddenly speaking up from across the room.

"Nothing," Poseidon said as he gave his nephew a push, "Get out of here then-"

"- What happened to Athena?"

Hermes could hear the darkness in his voice, a mix of anger and fear. He was the god of lying but he was also a messenger, responsible for communicating things and spreading news. And there was something fishy here besides the schools that swam around the palace.

"Hermes, I need -" Poseidon tried to say but was interrupted by his son.

"What happened to Athena?" Triton repeated.

"Zeus struck her with the lightning bolt. Six times to be exact. Did you seriously not hear about this?"

"Why?! Why would he do that?!"

"Son," Poseidon said trying to put a hand on his Triton's shoulder, but he was pushed away.

"You knew! You knew, didn't you!" Triton screamed at his father.

"Would you like to me to tell you the full story?" Hermes asked. Poseidon glared at his nephew. Which Hermes thought was incredibly rude considering he had saved him from having to confess his treachery to his son. At least for the moment.

"Yes," Triton said closing his eyes briefly, "Tell me everything."

Hermes had a feeling everything included more than that night in the arena but that would require a lot more investigation and incite than Hermes had at the moment.

"Well, a couple weeks ago Athena came to our father to ask for help for a mortal. She actually used the word friend. I believe it was the first time I have ever heard her use that word."

Triton winced. He was almost positive it wasn't the first time she had used that word. But it could very well be the first time in Hermes lifetime. The first time in the last 4000 years.

"And father said if she could convince Apollo, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Ares, and Hera then he would help her. And she did, unsurprisingly, Goddess of wisdom and master strategist and all. But the God King was not at all pleased. Maybe it was because while convincing Hera she brought up the fact that this mortal has never once cheated on his wife."

Maybe it was because for the first time in her life Athena wasn't being his perfect little pet soldier, Hermes thought, maybe he could tell that this mortal was more important to her than his approval. Hermes felt so slow for not seeing it. Not seeing how for thousands of years Athena held the title of "favorite child" by meticulously calculating how to earn his approval, and almost exclusively doing just that. He might had never realized had he not been so shaken up by the terrifying outcomes of his father's wrath.

Triton hurled the vase on the meeting table across the room. Then the mirror on the wall. He was about to throw the whole table when Poseidon grabbed him.

"Breathe, son, breathe!" Poseidon commanded, holding his son in his arms, "Breathe, my boy, just breathe."

"She lived, if that helps," Hermes said, "The first time he struck her it looked like she was dead. But she continued on begging him to release her friend . . . and taking more strikes. But Zeus did release her friend in the end. I can guarantee it since I was the one who saw it done. It was terrifying but . . . I've never seen Athena fight so passionately."

Triton closed his eyes, which were welling with tears.

"Where is she?" Triton asked.

"Ummm, I assume she's still in her palace," Hermes started to say, "I haven't really seen her si -

But Triton didn't wait for an answer, he was already leaving the hall.

"Where are you going?" Poseidon shouted at his son. But Triton did not answer.

"Triton!" Poseidon shouted trying to block his son from exiting the room.

"Get out of my way!" Triton shouted back.

"Just think for a moment!" Poseidon pleaded, "Athena was his favorite and he still bolted her! What is there to stop him from doing that or worse to you?!"

"It's true, cousin," Hermes interjected, "My sister has diligently served my father for multiple millenia. She was his perfect little soldier, and yet that counted for nothing against his wra -"

"- I don't care!" Triton interrupted, "Now get out of my way, father!"

"Son, if not for your own sake then for mine," Poseidon begged, "I - I won't be able to protect you against Zeus's wrath."

"I have to do this father," Triton said, his voice now soft with both empathy and desperation, "Now stand aside."

"Son, she's not worth it!" Poseidon pleaded, "Did you forget she killed your daughter!"

"She IS my daughter!" Triton shouted.

[bcacstuff]

Hi BC,

After reading your posts and others regarding Sam and Vicky in Mexico, something came to mind. No one except Sam and Vicky truly knows what happened there—we’re all just discussing assumptions. Since we can’t say for sure if any of them are true, please take mine with a grain of salt.

After the SS tour, like many of you, I was sure there would be a vacation—but not a "fukation." Why not a "fukation"? Because I believe that after 2023, Sam has gone through a shift in his life, especially emotionally. I won’t get into that part here, but I do understand why he walked with that woman and why he took Alice to that match. So, I was certain he would take a vacation.

When news about Vicky surfaced—especially after the mutual following—I thought I had been wrong in my assumptions. However, after seeing photos of Sam with fans yesterday, I got the impression even more than before that he was actually there alone—just exercising, drinking, and relaxing. I believe he was in Sayulita by himself. When the first fan photo was shared, he was already gone. Maybe he met Vicky for just one day. Their relationship seems to be more about adventure than anything serious. We know they went camping and kayaking together. Sam can sometimes do crazy things, but I think he has certain red flags when it comes to relationships with some people, and I believe Vicky is one of them. If he had been with an influencer or model, I would have been more convinced that it was a "fukation." However, I doubt he would get into a relationship with a co-worker—I think that’s a boundary he wouldn’t cross.

Regarding the private account following, I agree with much of what you’ve said, but I see it a little differently. I think the reason Sam and Vicky didn’t follow the hotel—despite it being expected if they were both staying there—is because Sam was never at that hotel at all.

This is what I believe: On Saturday, Sam and Vicky were on some kind of nature adventure. Maybe they met Pedro there and became acquainted. Maybe they had some issues, and he helped them, or maybe he was simply part of a nature tour they joined. It’s possible they got to talking, and Pedro invited them to visit that hotel next time they were in Mexico. If Sam had actually stayed at that hotel, wouldn’t he have followed its account like he usually does? And if Vicky had a special experience there, wouldn’t she have followed the hotel instead of Pedro? I don’t think she was ever at that hotel.

As for the voice in the video, a lot of us had problems with the accent and speed of speech. Since they were in Mexico, it could have been a tour guide or even Pedro speaking English with a Spanish accent. Hispanic people who are bilingual in Spanish and English often speak English very quickly.

These are all just assumptions—thanks!

Yes, there's just a waterfall (still hours away), a voice which nobody can 100% take as proof for anything, and a follow which would be a very huge coincidence. I'm quite baffled how people can take their fantasy so far about these 3 small things and make up a whole story about it. Like they stayed in the same hotel and more. You simply can't!

I don't know about the shift, I really don't see any change. Ending OL surely has an impact. I can't tell what happened to him and all these women we saw last year, maybe some sort of dealing with insecurity as he saw OL ending and not knowing what's gonna be next. But I still see the more likable guy in the UK, I loved the Everest adventure, he was just spending Xmas with family and took a skitrip. Nothing out of the ordenary. But as soon as he's a while in the US, and even more when with AN who wants to put him an image out to be the big HW star, he becomes less likable, somewhat arrogant maybe. I've seen it many times now, and I'm sure many saw the same thing happening over again and over again with me.

I agree to some level about the just meeting up for a day or maybe even less. Yes we speculate, maybe AN's kids were over for a some days, maybe Vicky asked him for some tips on Mexico as she planned a trip to Mexico, maybe Sam wanted to meet this Pedro Fernandez del Valle, a raicilla expert and distiller who founded the family-led brand Aycya, we know S has his friends in the region and surely this name would have come up. And maybe it's a combination of this all. See there are many options.

I disagree on the red flag for Vicky. It's not his first rodeo, and I'm not only talking about it being a young girl. It's happened before with a, uhm co-worker you say? Hmm well whatever you wanna call it. It's the power and financial imbalance really that is here at stake and even could turn into a risk for him. That's why I don't really like to post about it (in the other occasion I never did, and wont do it now either. A few know and even less know her name)

I also disagree about the hotel. Little research learns you, Pedro is the owner of the hotel and as said and expert and distiller, things we know interests him. I don't see why he would also need to follow the hotel, it was the man he was interested in and to get in contact with. If Vicky stayed there, no idea, she was there though as she followed the man as well.

Even more, if you take a look at where these fan pics are taken, you will easily find that they're taken right next to the hotel and the tattoo shop all 3 tattooers work at, they're close on the same road.

Just take a look at the addresses

if you look that up on Google maps you'll see this

Him walking with that smoothie right there tells me he stayed at the hotel got himself a smoothie and it looks like he was gonna run, or just finished a run and got himself a smoothie afterwards on his way to the hotel. So there is that.

Well I leave things at that, enough about this subject already. He's already bored in LA and Vicky, gosh wherever she is or what she's doing, I hope she has fun on her trip.

[rafesbbdoll]

Hey.. I wanted to request something. My request is that you know the golden signet ring that drew wears? Could you do one where Reader and Drew are in a secret relationship and no one knows that they are dating but then they see reader wearing his signet ring m. It could be with Rafe or Drew but I mostly want it to be about drew but Rafe is also fine.

Please and thankyou

together by gold . drew starkey

pairing : celebrity!reader x celebrity!drew

warnings . secret relationship, cussing, fluff

you and drew had been dating for almost two years, away from the eyes of the public. yes, it's been hard to not show it outside, but it's been so much more intimate keeping it to yourself.

tonight, drew and yourself would be attending the premier of your new movie "Strings of Love." it was common for other celebrities to attend these events, and drew just so happened to join. you were wearing sleek black dress, pairing with gold earrings and your matching ring with drew. drew was on the other side of the venue, dressed in his navy blue suit paired with his gold earring and matching ring.

at the time, you didn't even notice that you were wearing it until the paparazzi mentioned something about it. you were posing for the camera, making sure they've gotten good angles for the internet.

"y/n! over here!"

"this way!"

"yes y/n!"

you and drew ended up meeting in the back, away from everyone to take photos for your own instagram accounts. "drew, if you make me look like shit i might just have to cut your balls off," you said, handing him your phone.

"don't be ridiculous. you could never look bad," he replied, opening your camera app. "alright, pose for me baby."

he whistled at your movements as you posed for the camera. "sexy as hell," he said to himself. you giggled, moving your hair out of your face. "you're silly."

now back in the venue, you were being interviewed by several different articles, being asked about the movie, your life, and any upcoming plans.

"so y/n... i see that you and drew starkey have matching rings! want to tell us about it?", the woman says. you make a confused face before looking down at your hand, seeing the ring that drew did in fact give you. you internally cursed at yourself, forgetting to remove the ring, letting out an awkward chuckle.

"we're just friends. i guess the ring just happens to look the same!" drew was getting interviewed by a reporter not to far from you. seemingly enough, the interviewer asked, "what's the status on you and y/n's relationship? we all see the rings!" drew face palms himself before laughing. he turned to where you were facing before calling your name. "y/n! c'mere for a sec!"

you turned facing him, confusion written all over your face before walking over. "i was being interviewed silly. we could've just-" before you finished your sentence, he brought you into a loving kiss making you stumble slightly. you kissed him back before pulling away. "drew! what was that?"

"they asked about the rings. i couldn't lie, you know that," he chuckled, his hand on your lower back to keep you steady. "well folks! i guess that answers our questions!", the man said, moving his microphone to the next person.

after the photos, you and drew walked into the theater where the movie would be shown. "i can't believe you did that," you whispered-yelled to him as you fixed your lipstick. he led you to your seats, quietly laughing.

"hey, at least we don't have to hide it anymore? i mean, c'mon, it was gonna happen eventually," he replied, removing his blazer to get more comfortable. you shook your head smiling lightly.

"you're a crazy man," you smiled, leaning in for a kiss. he kissed you back gently, smirking softly. "crazy for you."

tysm for sending! this is a little short but i hope you enjoy!

taglist 🩰: @rafestoothbrush @ohgodimgoungtodie @massivepenguinfart @13hischiers

[anselbun]

Hi there! I saw you made a post where you mentioned Dick's "very canon though not explicitly stated BPD"! I'm a very very big fan of characters with bpd and fictional diagnosing but I haven't read enough Dick runs and I don't have the bandwidth to diagnose several characters as one so could please elaborate on that pretty pretty please? I'm so curious 😭🙇🙇🙇🙇

oh yes of course!!! i love talking about comics and about dick especially!

first i have to say that im newer to reading comics as of the last few months, and have been working through things in a very strange order, so i am lacking a lot in terms of direct examples i can provide for my seeing him this way. overall, its simply something ive picked up about him through reading hundreds of comics from the 60's up to now.

one of the biggest, most clear examples of dicks emotional struggles would probably be some of the older teen titans stuff, specifically i think the "new teen titans" issues that took place around 1988, in the years after jasons death. of course, he was having a hard time at that point, but most of the comics feature him acting completely erratically, and struggling to understand why people are concerned about his actions and wellbeing.

for example- after struggles in dicks relationship with kory, he stalks her at one of her dates with another guy to try to apologize to her, and then appears at her apartment to beg her to come back to him and to marry him. when she says yes, he jumps to planning this wedding within only a few days, and when there's certain family members (such as bruce) he cannot reach to have attend the wedding, he cannot see this as anything other than them refusing to support him and his marriage. multiple people including kory herself worry that dick is making rash decisions because hes not doing well emotionally, but nobody knows how to help him. any sign of something not going "perfect" in his eyes becomes people not being supportive, to the point where he's even a little rude to lian when shes just being a kid, which ive never seen him do when hes in the right mental state.

another two examples that come soon after this are really similar, and are with donna and roy- both of them are concerned about him at separate points, and have noticed him making extremely rash choices and pushing himself much further than he usually does, in ways that arent like him. when donna tries to express her worry, he takes it as an insult, and turns it into a huge argument, because he feels that anybody being concerned about him means hes simply not good enough. when roy has to take over the titans due to dicks rash actions and disappearances, dick again takes this as a major insult, and believes this is roys way of saying the titans dont love him, never loved him, and that they dont want him there. he simply doesnt understand that they are concerned about him, and that his actions are having a negative affect on himself and the team, and that they arent rejecting him- they were simply trying to ask him to take a break.

theres other examples like this over the years- though most are a lot more "lowkey" as things get closer to present day. dick is still the kind of person to be smart and caring towards others, but time and time again we see him make rash decisions based on his feelings and worries without considering the consequences of those feelings. i think over time its either been an aspect of the writers not wanting to go too far, or not quite seeing this aspect of dick in the same way i do, but its clear to me in every comic i read that dick is in this constant state of flux with his feelings and worries, and that the slightest word of concern from those he cares about scares him. because them being worried for him means hes not doing enough to STOP them from worrying about them, which must mean he's not good enough. which must mean they dont care about him anymore if they'd even say that. his mind consistently goes down these spirals about him not being good enough, even if he doesnt outwardly say them as much anymore.

i still have to go through the batman 2016 run, but i know dick was considering adopting damian while batman was gone, and decided not to because he saw himself as "too untethered" at the time, which is a really specific way for him to refer to things. its a direct acknowledgement of his own emotional state and that he would not be in the right space to be a dad to damian.

sorry for the rant i love answering asks about my pookies

[dragonmasterhiccup]

As the fae showed his approval for the iron, a wide smile broke out on Hiccup's face, along with a small sigh of relief. They were doing it! They were showing that there was nothing to fear, no reason to worry!

Astrid reached over, giving Hiccup's hand a squeeze. Her eyes showed how proud she was of him, and he looked back at her with hope, and adoration.

"Their trust is not something I take lightly either. I know the circumstances are a bit unusual, that humans aren't exactly known for being trustworthy. But I think you'll find that Berk and its people are cut from a different cloth."

The question of if they were okay hiding their true selves was something Hiccup had asked them as well, so he knew what their answers would be. Still, it did warm him to hear their replies.

As the Mossyhill court said their concerns had all been addressed, he gave them a small nod with a smile. One down, two to go.

Now, he turned to the next clan. "I'd like to move on to the Fire Opal clan next. Your main concern was for our dragons, yes?"

Reaching over, Hiccup scratched Toothless under his chin, the Night Fury rumbling happily.

"Believe it or not, Berk used to be at war with dragons, until about six years ago..."

He began to tell them a shortened version of how he and Toothless met, gained each other's trust, went for their first flight...and the battle with the Red Death.

"...after that, we had dragons living in Berk, and we made some improvements for their benefit. A full service dragon wash, multiple feeding systems, and new irrigation system. Not only to provide fresh water for the dragons, but to prevent the occasional fire from poorly aimed dragon fire."

"Since then, we've worked on stopping the dragon hunters, putting a lot of their operations out of order."

He went on to tell them about the battle with Drago, and how Toothless challenged the alpha Bewilderbeast after they had been encased in ice.

The dragon raised his head regally, proud of his win.

"Night Furies aren't an alpha species, but the dragons of Berk treat him as such because they witnessed his courage and bravery that day." Turning to face the Fire Opal faes, he added, "They are here because they want to be, they are not forced by any means, and we make sure they are well cared for. In return, they care for us, as well."

"I believe another concern of yours was that we may use our dragons to try to expand our territory? I can assure you, my tribe has been here for four hundred years now. The terrain may be rough, but...it's home. We're quite happy here, and have no need to expand or relocate."

"Although, we have relocated some dragons, but we always make sure it's a suitable environment where they can thrive. Dragons are amazing, intelligent creatures that deserve our respect. They live among us here as equals." Smiling at Toothless, he finished with, "And I, for one, don't know where I'd be without my best friend."

Toothless nudged Hiccup, warbling. "Aw, I love you too, bud!"

The Berk Clan @thethreefaes

Since that day in Kiara's circle, some time had passed.

Things were going well. The additions to Lyra's hut had been completed, and she was steadily recovering.

Hiccup was excited to show Rose all of his creations, and had already begun work on fae-friendly iron.

Today, they were in the forge again. Gobber had left, telling Hiccup, "If the forge blows up, I'm holding you responsible!"

There was ash smudged on Hiccup's cheek and leather apron as he bent over to get a closer look at what they were working on.

"Do you think it's strong enough? I just, I get the feeling it wouldn't hold up a Terrible Terror, let alone a person..."

[camelspit]

Both portraits by @aurenflare

Definition of a sexyman: An often pathetic and/or evil man who is sexy (but perhaps not in the conventional sense)

Propaganda:

Alvar Vacker:

"he's SO pathetic!!! he literally became evil because his younger brother is prettier than him. he commits so many evil acts and somehow fucks up every single time. he almost dies on several occasions. he was stuck in a pod of troll goo. then he decides to fake his death and hide out in humanland, where he immediately decides that pancakes, cable tv, and korean skincare are his new best friends." @arsonistblue

"HE'S HOT?? HE LOVES PANCAKES?? SEXY??? HE WAS EVIL THEN HE WASN'T THEN BOOM HE WAS AND HE'S A LIL PATHETIC MAN <33 VOTE FOR MR PANCAKE™" @siennamakeschaos

"alvar has it all 😌 he's sexy AND evil AND pathetic. so pathetic. the most pathetic man alive possibly. nothing has gone his way and i can't say he's dealt with it well but u see. that only serves to make him more of a sexyman. VOTE ALVAR !!!!!" @aurenflare

"hes SOOOOOOO skrunkly simply how could you resist. has three girlfriends buckets of charm and a banging ability but he turned evil just because he was jealous of his little brother. got chopped up and gooped but he keeps trucking on pathetically. he deserves the world and also to die but most of all he deserves YOUR vote for sexyman <3" anonymous

"No but if Alvar doesn't win. Y'all he was BORN to Tumblr sexyman. He has orchestrated terrorism and violent attacks on 12 year olds. He hates his little brother for being cooler than him. He's canonically insanely hot and he's TERRIBLY unethical with this power because he had three girlfriends who didn't know about each other. He manipulates his little brother's ex best friend into giving him affection. He desperately wants to be loved and he can never get it. He loves pancakes. He wants to be just a guy but is pathetically hungry to receive his abilities back when he gets the chance. He gets thrown away by a terrorist organization he believed cared about him. His family actually loves him but he's so broken by the belief that they don't that he can never receive it. Did I mention he likes pancakes" anonymous

"f slur (lovingly)" anonymous

"I am a very sexy man. Ergo, I should be keeper sexyman" @alvarthethiccpipecleaner

"He’s gay and so very very stupid." anonymous

"he's just. he loves pancakes??? and skincare??? and he's so absolutely pathetic. there's like four pages in legacy where in between every thing he says, sophie's like 'he looks sick and pathetic lol' so yeah vote this pathetic hot evil man for kotlc sexyman" anonymous

Grady Ruewen:

"He's just a little (sexy) Mesmer who withdrew himself from society for years after his daughter's tragic death <3 He doesn't trust anybody remotely dangerous, including himself. <33" @siennamakeschaos

"OK GUYS IS GRADY THE MOST SEXYMAN??? NO. BUT HE IS TOP FIVE FOR KOTLC CHARACTERS. PATHETIC? CHECK. EVIL? NO BUT HES RUTHLESS AND DEFINITELY MORALLY GRAY.

THIS MAN HAS HAD TRIAL AFTER TRIAL GO AFTER HIM AND IS SOSOSO PATHETIC FOR IT.

also hes canonically the most ruthless character and thats really really sexy i think. hes conventionally attractive but in an unconventional way. the true attraction comes from how WELL WRITTEN THIS MAN IS.

hes fine as fuck. he could kill you. hes vengeful. hes grady howell ruewen. we've had gow much discourse about this man's topness, his bottomness, his bearness and his twinkness. hes an enigma and a treasure to the site, and goddamnit if i wont stop screaminf it from the rooftops (im keeping this anonymous but lets be real, we know who wrote this.) i have rambled about him at length and will continue to do so. why? because he's a goddamn pathetic ass morally gra(d)y sexyman

grady ruewen for sexyman 2025. " anonymous

"GRADY RUEWEN IS SEXYMAN. GRADY GRADY GRADY GRADY GRADY GRADY GRADY GRADY GRADY" @iywalirayhtdwa-official

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