#i knew i would have to have this convo sooner or later so here it is

[theirmadness]

alright, folks. time for a serious conversation.

it's just been brough to my attention that some people are under the impression my samantha winchester portrayal in particular is transphobic because she's a genderbent version of a canon character. there's a couple of things that i want to clarify: first of all, this is something i fully intended on adding as a section in my rules because i know this is a hot topic in the rp community, i just haven't gotten around to it because as stated in my rules, this blog is very low effort and most of the time when people interact with samantha, i will go through the two separate aus i have with them privately.

now, i'm not gonna get into my skin in the game for this because, honestly? it's just gonna cause a stir because people can't respect when people have different perspectives on sensitive topics.

but, i want to clarify something: i only use "genderbent" potrayals of canon characters in universes where the multiverse is a canon thing. both in supernatural and in the marvel universe, you have different versions of canon characters that exist in different universes. sometimes the only thing they share in common with the "canon" version of that character you're familiar with is their name and their connections. the only exception to this would be alana bloom, but the same argument can be made that she is so far removed from the canon alan bloom that she's her own different character.

that being said, i absolutely will not accept the argument that my portrayals of toni stark and at the present moment, samantha winchester are transphobic. you might disagree with me on that, and gb portrayals might be icky for you for your own perspective and beliefs, and that's absolutely okay. i'm not gonna sit here and try to argue this and change your mind because i can absolutely respect everyone is entitled to have their own POV on things. my interpretation and my idea of the gender spectrum can be so very different from yours and that's just that.

i have never, and will never force anything on anyone. it's why my blog is dead dove. it's why i have so many warnings saying that i will write things that are upsetting, triggering, etc.

now: samantha's main verse is that she's from a separate timeline and universe where she does not throw lucifer back into the cage, and she shares her body with him in an apocalypse croatoan virus universe. it's one of the many separate and alternate universes/timelines that chuck has created. he has admitted to creating an universe where people have dog noses. so yeah, i'm fully supportive of the idea he plays around with the genders of his main characters in different universes. but the important thing to note is that samantha isn't canon sam, and i didn't just take canon male sam and turn him into a cis woman. she is, like alan bloom, her own separate entity and character, who happens to share the same name, a similar backstory and same connections as this one canon character.

the second verse for her is that she's sam's twin sister who has either (also separate from main canon) been raised with the boys or just been separated from them from birth for whatever reason best fits the plot and is now back into their lives.

now i'm only making this post and making this distinction because it's both important to the character's portrayal for the future but also i don't want to have to deal with folks throwing around "transphobic" when it comes to me when that's so far from who i am and what i believe in. are there instances that gb is done in a harmful way? absolutely. most of the time from my experience in the rpc, it is that way. it's why i ABSOLUTELY understand that people aren't willing to interact with gb portrayals. for the most part, i never interacted or had gb portrayals. but this version of the character has been living in my head for MONTHS and i just had to let her out. i am never one to hold back on my creativity and this isn't any different. but since i do write alana and toni, i felt like it was worth mentioning my take on this as a whole in case i add any other characters from marvel like this.

i normally don't feel like i have to explain myself on anything that i do because if people don't agree/like what i do, blocking and not interacting with me is an option you have and even if we have mutuals, you can blacklist me and never have to see anything i post. just because we have different opinions doesn't mean i'm a bigot, or that i'm not allowed to exist with my creative ideas in the same space as you do.

thank you for those who have read this unnecessarily long post lol. know it's a bit long winded. i do tend to overexplain myself because of my adhd. but also it was important to get some of the info on sam's verses out here. i will be making a separate post for this information to make this easier for folks AND to avoid any kinda misunderstanding in the future, BUT i just wanted to do a lil' thing in the meantime. to those who interact with me and sam and any of my controversial muses: thank you! and for those who don't or for example for folks who don't like incest but still follow/interact with me, thank you, too! i appreciate every single one of you that understand that we're not all gonna be into the same things but understand that everything here is about open and mature communication, and just being able to curate your space and experience.

kisses. ❤

[handsinterlaced]

hi this is gonna be my niall experience as I just need to get it out and I’m sure irls are SICK of me talking abt it <3 pls enjoy or ignore up to u

proof being delusional works!

june 27: I fly my ass out to toronto!!! and at this point I’m just giggling w a friend joking around what if I meet Niall

june 28: today is niall’s 1st show in Toronto hehe

I was eating lunch at a random restaurant I stopped by on queen st and I was soooo excited / nervous I couldn’t eat! basically forcing myself to eat so I don’t die at the concert fjdjskks but yeah after like half an hour of picking my food I start to feel unsettled.. and a lil bit uneasy! idk it was suchhhhh a weird feeling but u always gotta listen to ur gut!!

U GOTTA LISTEN TO UR GUT!!

DONT IGNORE IT

it was sooo strange like at that moment I knew I had to leave the restaurant RIGHT NOW and so I did! I was like half an hour walk away from my air bnb so I’m like that’s fine I’ll just walk back & still have plenty of time before the show to get ready and stuff! there were so many different ways to walk back. I could’ve crossed the street earlier or turned the corner sooner but the path I chose led me right to Niall 😭😭 I wasn’t even looking for him!!! but I was waiting for the crosswalk… look up and who do I see? NIALL FUCKING HORAN RIGHT THERE

- ngl tho niall in a cap and sunglasses is such a great disguise FJKSKAKA I would not have recognized him if tour manager wasn’t with him! shoutout to jstir (I met him when I was like 13 when he was working for Cody simpson and taking everyone’s m&g photos fjdjskks that man’s face is engraved in my mind so I was able to recognize him pretty quick!) like who knew my 13 year old phase would come back 10 years later and help me out !!!

anyways so Niall is across the street and I’m just fighting w myself debating if I should go up to him or not 😭😭 the saying never meet ur heroes is kinda true JDKDKAKA it changes u & all the expectations u have! Ultimately I figured that this was my 1 chance to say something so I just went for it. If I didn’t I’d probably regret it for the rest of my life!

I just know my voice was shaky and I was super nervous but niall was so sweet and patient <3 like I felt so bad just going up to him 😭😭 hes just out and about… trying to be incognito & enjoy some free time FJSKKA like I am quite aware but when else could this happen u feel 🥲 anyways here is the convo from what I remember bc I blacked out (as u do when u meet ur fave)

me: hi Niall!! just wanted to say hi and let you know how excited I am to see you perform tonight and tomorrow <3

niall: hi how are you! oh you’re going to both shows? is that right? we’re actually headed to the venue now

me: oh! If that’s the case I don’t wanna keep you guys. Would it be alright if we took a photo?

niall: yes of course!

the photos (cropped myself out bc Toronto humidity is my enemy & I was a sweaty mess from walking back to the air bnb)

and then I just say thank u so much! see u at the show hahaha and SPRINT OFFFFJFKSKAK like I ran so fast bc I needed to get away and scream 😭😭

mind u I be carrying my leftovers the entire time JFKSKAK SO FUNNY

I DIDNT EVEN INTRODUCE MYSELF! WISH I TOLD HIM I FLEW MY ASS OUT! THAT HE NEEDS TO TOUR MORE CITIES IN CANADA! TO PUT NEW ANGEL ON THE SETLIST!! so much I wish I said but again thankful they were on the way to the venue so I was forced to keep it short so I didn’t continue to yap and embarrass myself further. it could’ve been so much worse! just gotta remind myself that.

sat in the air bnb for like 2 hours in silence trying to process what happened fjdjskks would’ve been longer but I had to get to the show! anyways I was like 15 rows back on the floor and had the best time <3

june 29: Toronto night 2!!!

I’m sat 2nd row floor… right next to the barricade and I’m so close I know that niall can see me 😭😭😭 idk if it’s the delusion but I keep making eye contact with niall and he keeps looking at me! probs thinking oh is it that weirdo from the street yesterday 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 LMFAO but U TELL ME!! IS IT DELUSION BC I THINK I GOT PROOF RIGHT HERE

felt too perceived by him tbh JDKKA needed to run and hide! like eye contact was crazy djdjjsjs

OKAY THAT IS ALL FOR NOW I THINK! if u made it this far I am so amazed ty for reading the rambles <3

[bonesandthebees]

Damnit, Bee, I was going to write tonight and now I have brain rot. A few notes:

We have not seen Niki or Quackity and oh boy both of them are going through it. They are not taking this well, they will not be taking Wilbur’s eventual betrayal well will they. Also, your descriptions of grieve are spot on. Poor kids man. I’m excited to see how their relationships will shift now that Wilbur is back.

[His son was gone. He could be injured, captive, or dead. And here Sam was, asking about fucking berries.] this man has no fucking tact. At least we got to see Quackity saving Niki. Or like helping her, but I’m waiting for Sam to either fall sick or get assassinated. I need this baffoon dead. (Of course after the alliances are set and such.

[Although it did nothing to help, Phil had found himself pouring over the map anytime he had a free moment. His fingers would trace the lines, imagining if his son had seen that creek, or that meadow, or that cliff face.] Oh, he’s seen that cliff face alright. Fell down it even. Broke his leg. You’ll hear all about it.

Niki is going through it. She is so going through it and she is so angry and I’m here for it. Just don’t do anything stupid girl. Let Phil take care of it, he will murder the man.

Also, [“Because Quackity would never agree to a plan that would harm Wilbur.”] true, Niki, true, but have you considered that Wilbur was a last minute addition, aka if he had been added sooner this would be true, but he was not. At least this eliminates Niki from being complicit (unless she’s a really good liar, which no that girl is devastated at losing her best friend.)

Gotta love Techno eavesdropping and Phil knowing it based on like 2 clues.

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU GAVE THEM EVEN. MORE TRAUMA. MOSTLY TOMMY, BUT STILL. YOU JUST HAD TO FUCK UL WILBUR’S LEG MORE, DIDN’T YOU?

You DID NOT make my boy flinch away from his father, how dare you.

I knew the contrast between Wilbur reuniting with his father and Tomys welcome was going to be heart wrenching but damn.

[“Your father will be glad to hear you’re alright. He was saying what a waste it would’ve been-”] 1 can someone please murder Tomys parents. 2. I don’t know if I liked Puffy before, but I definitely don’t like her now.

Phil’s in a carriage doing the hair hand thing again. With his boy. The PARALLELS!!! THAT’S BASICALLY THROUGH FIRST THING HE DOES!!! (Also, this man is so selfish because he wants it to be just him and Puffy. He’s right about the business, but also, positive of your son much? Mama bear instincts have activated.)

-🌲

hi spruce :) this ask is from last week but I hope you were able to get some writing done later

one of the reasons i was excited to write this chapter was getting to write how niki and quackity are doing. neither of them have been handling things very well. they both care deeply about wilbur and well, for the past week they were convinced he was probably dead. these two are going Through It.

it's definitely bad tact for sam to be trying to get everyone engaged in the lemonade berry discussion, but at the same time it has been a week. he's just trying to get some casual conversation going to try and keep peoples minds off of it, but he's doing a very bad job of it.

niki is going through it!! you can also see in this chapter that without wilbur around, she starts making her own more active choices in trying to find out what's really going on. usually she relies on wilbur to keep her informed of things while she stays out of it to maintain her public image, but without him she approaches phil directly because she's furious and wants something done. luckily for her, phil is the man who gets things done.

techno standing behind the door the entire time while phil and niki are talking: 🧍

like yeah he was eavesdropping but also techno is just awkward. he probably wouldn't have even known how to reveal himself and join the convo. i love him.

ok well wilbur's leg didn't ACTUALLY get fucked up even worse. like, it's still fucked up, but it's not really any worse than it was before. he just got his legs pulled out from under him and it hurt like a bitch. but uh yeah... more trauma yay!

he flinched :((

yeahhhh tommy's parents in this are... yikes

YEAH HE'S DOING THE HAIR THING HE'S TRYING TO CALM DOWN HIS KID AND LET HIM KNOW HE'S SAFE AGAIN AAA

[ncisfranchise-source]

NCIS Season 22, Episode 4 ‘Sticks & Stones’ is the best episode of the young season so far, and the kind of episode NCIS has excelled at for over two decades: a high stakes, team-centric hour. It’s also a great episode for Jessica Knight and Jimmy Palmer’s relationship, even if we don’t get the resolution we would have wanted for their relationship.

Above all, the hour establishes what a great choice Gary Cole’s Aiden Parker was to lead this team after the departure of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Another show would have gone for a Gibbs copycat, but Gibbs could not be replaced, so the show had to go another way. That the way they chose – the character they picked to fill those shoes – is not just as good a character as he is, but works as well within this team as Gibbs ever did, is a testament not just to Cole, but to show that has reinvented itself quite a few times after big cast departures and has never, ever missed.

So, let us go into the ship stuff, the team stuff, and Parker as we discuss NCIS Season 22, Episode 4 ‘Sticks & Stones’:

WOULDN’T IT BE NICE IF THAT WERE ENOUGH

We knew NCIS Season 22, Episode 4 ‘Sticks & Stones’ was going to be a big episode for Knight In Shining Palmer, and it was …but things did not go the way we wanted them to. Instead, they went the way they probably would go in real life. The way that makes sense. And…that’s a very hard pill to swallow right now.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand the two of them not jumping back into a relationship, because the underlying issues haven’t been solved – or at least, they’re not ready to admit that things have changed enough that the relationship would be worth another go. I have a feeling that’s, in a way, what the show is setting up. Jessica understanding that family might be more important than a possible job that won’t ever make her as happy as being with Jimmy did and Jimmy understanding that he is allowed to want things and to hold onto them. To ask for things from the person he’s in a relationship with.

But despite mutual assurances of the love they still feel for each other, Jessica and Jimmy aren’t there yet. And honestly, they might never get there if they don’t do the work they need to do internally. Ignoring the issues brought them nothing but pain. And there’s something to be said about working on these things for yourself, not just to try to fix a relationship. But they still have to be actively working on them. This cannot be a thing they said no to because they both have things to work out and then have them not work on the things.

So, basically, what I’m saying is …I can live with this storyline if the show is really going somewhere with it and not just shelving Jessica and Jimmy without giving them a chance to become the people they need to be to get back together. Considering this is a procedural and Jessica and Jimmy are the main ship of NCIS, I believe there’s a plan. I would just like to see some movement here sooner rather than later.

WE TAKE OUR AGENCY BACK

NCIS Season 22, Episode 4 ‘Sticks & Stones’ was somehow both a team episode, an episode about Jessica and Jimmy’s relationship, and a Parker episode. But it was especially a Parker episode because the hour showcased how good he is not just at his job, but at being the leader of this particular team of people – and how much they all trust him.

Parker wasn’t the obvious successor to Gibbs. In fact, when Gary Cole came in after Gibbs left, there was a little bit of disconnect. He wasn’t at all like Gibbs and we were very used to the Gibbs way. In a way, it’s like Gibbs brought us up and then Parker came in to be the stepdad and no one was really sure how that would work out. However, three seasons later, it feels like this is very much Parker’s team. No one questions it, not even McGee, who was there for most of Gibbs’ run.

It works because Parker is firm in a different way from Gibbs, he’s gentle in a different way from Gibbs, and because the dynamics have never been the same. We’re never comparing the two in our heads. One era of NCIS ended, and the next one began and that’s fine. Both can be good. We can like Parker’s relationship with McGee, his banter with Torres, and the way he relates to Jessica without meaning that we didn’t enjoy Gibbs and Tony, or Gibbs and Ziva.

This episode was take-charge Parker and leader Parker. The season promises to give us more backstory on the emotional part of Parker. Considering how much we already like him, that can only make the character better.

THERE’S NO ‘I’ IN TEAM

But perhaps the most important thing about NCIS Season 22, Episode 4 ‘Sticks & Stones’ was how well the team got things done, even when they weren’t together. Every part of this ensemble works well within the context of what the show needs them to do. Not just that, you can also separate them into almost any configuration of two or three people, and the dynamics will work.

That’s a rare thing on TV in general, and even in procedurals and it’s part of the backbone of this franchise. It allows them to do so many different things because they don’t have to go out of their way to make sure Jessica has scenes with Torres or the episode doesn’t work, or that Parker and McGee are paired up. Instead, the show can pick and choose whatever each storyline needs and use the characters best suited for each moment.

We’re only four episodes into this season, and the good news is that there’s a lot of narrative left. We’re not almost halfway, as it happened last year. This year, every story will have room to develop. And hopefully, that’ll result in the characters and relationships getting much richer, because we get to explore them in new ways. Personally, I can’t wait.

Things I think I think:

Hilarious how we don’t know what’s happening at the beginning, but Parker’s face says it all.

“Do not pass go, do not collect 200.”

Casual, it’s just WWIII!

“I was at an all-night D&D session.” Likely place for Kasie to be.

Well, fun to see how much politicians care about the people on the ground doing the work.

“Can you please play 3D chess for once?” HE IS.

“You weren’t snoring so I got worried” is so couple-coded.

This dude who thinks Naples is in Florida is giving one particular politician whose name I won’t mention.

CURTIS WROTE THE CODE?

I’m not gonna lie, I love Curtis.

“Am I pro-nuke?”

Parker’s firm “no” was extremely attractive.

And McGee being like yeah, I’m not gonna do that? SAME.

“I’m not required to follow an order I feel is illegal.”

Man, I love Parker.

Jessica and Jimmy are so awkward together these days, it hurts me.

Parker and McGee in that elevator was A+.

I ALSO love Curtis.

“We take our agency back.”

“Someone loyal to the mutiny,” followed by “Don’t insult me.” And Kasie. I just love this team, okay?

How did I get a love confession from both and it still feels like Jessica and Jimmy are farther apart than they’ve ever been?

Vance coming in just for the gotcha moment, gotta love Vance.

[punkscowardschampions]

Lush pt.1

Dash: welcome 👋🏽

Dash: 🤞🏽🤞🏽 you’re digging the scene here 🌱

Lux: Hello, oh, yes, I’m so grateful for the place to stay

Lux: Everyone has been quite welcoming

Dash: I’d’ve rapped at you sooner but I didn’t wanna 🐞🐛 you before you were in the groove

Dash: not my 👜🎒 y’know

Lux: I don’t expect anyone to, I certainly wasn’t thinking you ill-mannered for having not, there are lots of people here I still don’t know the name of

Lux: but you aren’t bugging me, it’s a nice surprise and nice to meet you, virtually, Dash

Dash: I can give the hook up of everyone I’m tight with however you want it

Dash: no biggie 

Lux: I know Hazel, so I know [list her crew of people you would have at least had a convo with including Amber and her dad etc]

Lux: It seems like you know everyone

Dash: right on

Dash: she’s your mama 🐻

Dash: you’re with the freedom riders & I hang with the other dropouts

Lux: She helped me out, even though it wasn’t technically her job, obviously letting me stay here goes beyond

Lux: What do you mean by dropout?

Dash: nah we’re not flakes who’re gone all the time 🚀🪐💫

Dash: means we’re 🏡 here

Lux: I understand

Lux: Home not being where you’re raised, necessarily, that is

Dash: I was born here but 👶🏽 ain’t true for most

Lux: Oh, wow, I didn’t know that

Lux: Who are your parents?

Dash: my da’s Caleb, ma cut out when I was young so you’d not know her

Lux: I’m sorry to hear that

Dash: a downer but she had her reasons 

Lux: People should be there for their kids no matter what

Lux: but they aren’t

Dash: I don’t let her unglue me

Lux: You have to find a way to be you

Dash: you get it 🌷

Lux: And you have your daddy, that’s not nothing

Dash: I’ve a whole family here 

Dash: 👶🏻👧🏼🧒🏽👦🏿👨👩‍🦰👳🏽‍♂️👩🏿‍🦱👴🏼🧓👩🏾‍🦳🐣🐓🐈🌱🍃🍂🍁

Lux: That must be comforting

Dash: it’s far out

Dash: if we were 🟫 only the Ambers would be lucky

Lux: Sorry?

Dash: everyone gets 👶🏻👧🏼🧒🏽👦🏿👨👩‍🦰👳🏽‍♂️👩🏿‍🦱👴🏼🧓👩🏾‍🦳🐣🐓🐈🌱🍃🍂🍁 here & to have a blast

Lux: Oh, right, now I see

Lux: What do you do for fun?

Dash: me or what’s cool about this place?

Lux: I’d been led to believe those would be the same thing

Dash: I can’t take all the credit 

Lux: Less credit, more meaning you seem passionate about this place

Dash: 🏡 sweet 🏡

Lux: You aren’t going to tell me?

Dash: I’ll give a demo, how’s that?

Lux: I’m not sure

Lux: though you’re kind to offer

Dash: you can jet if you don’t feel the passion

Dash: no 💦

Lux: I’m not very confident, if it was awkward, that would be me

Dash: I hang loose

Dash: nothing heavy

Lux: I can tell

Lux: Not everyone is as chill, I fear

Dash: chill with me at the bonfire later

Lux: Really?

Dash: it’s gonna be laid back

Lux: I haven’t talked to anyone our age

Dash: lay it on me til then if you’re feeling uptight about the 💭

Lux: It’s not that I don’t want to, I don’t know what to say

Lux: Everything is heavy, where I’m from

Dash: you don’t have to talk

Dash: there’ll be 🎶🕺🎸🥁🪕🎵💃🌠🎇🎆

Lux: So I’ll just be there?

Dash: if you wanna just 👀 nobody’ll be turned off

Lux: Woah, you’ve made me sound SO creepy! 😰😅

Dash: nah you’re 🍒 & 🦊 

Lux: More slang I’m too lame to know? Oh no

Dash: decoded idk, the meaning’s like, new & hot or shiny & pretty ✨🎀

Lux: No way 😳

Lux: just new, maybe shiny, outfit depending

Dash: yeah way 🐥

Lux: It’s very hard to tell when you’re being serious and when you’re joking, you know

Dash: I don’t joke about 😍

Lux: I remember what boys can be like, remember

Dash: how many boys like me were there where you’re from?

Lux: Fair point

Lux: none that I knew

Dash: welcome to the new 🌎🌍🌏

Lux: Do you go to [the school that Amber goes to]?

Dash: you going? I’ll catch you there 👑

Lux: I get taught here right now, safer, I figured

Lux: but it’s different

Dash: bummer

Dash: school would’ve been way less of a drag with you

Lux: It’s mostly little kids here

Lux: You don’t like school?

Dash: I tune out

Dash: what they try & teach’s lame

Lux: I enjoy learning things, schools, not as much

Dash: I’m learning to make stuff here

Dash: sewing, whittling, cooking, y’know hands on things like that

Lux: I make things too

Lux: Clothes, art

Dash: you 🧵 [an item of clothing he’s seen her wear]?

Lux: Depends if you liked it

Dash: you looked way out

Lux: 😌

Lux: Thank you, I could make you something similar, if you like

Dash: unreal

Lux: I think it could suit you too

Dash: what do you want in trade? I could make you or teach you something

Lux: Whittling sounds cool, I’d like to see how that’s done

Dash: 👌🏽

Lux: When do you want to show me?

Dash: I’ll go look for some wood now & bring my knife tonight

Lux: It’ll take me [however long this garment would, idk but you would is the point] but I’ll start right away

Lux: What colours do you like to wear?

Dash: no discrimination

Lux: 🌈 it is

Dash: but I’ll wear ✨🎀 later for you

Lux: For me?

Dash: yeah

Dash: so you’ll spot me

Lux: Of course

Lux: I wouldn’t say you need the help standing out though

Dash: for you cos I 💭 you’re outta sight then

Lux: Says you

Dash: what do you mean?

Lux: I’ve never seen a boy with hair like yours

Dash: til you got here & laid eyes on ½ the boys

Lux: Yours is still different, it isn’t straight but it isn’t afro hair either

Dash: my ma’s as white as you but 👩🏻‍🦰

Dash: irish as they come

Lux: Is that where you get all the freckles from?

Lux: Well, aside from the sun, obviously

Dash: right on 🌞

Lux: She must be pretty

Dash: I’ll show you a picture

Dash: [scroll and find one from when she was young and lived here, pre-accident obvs, I’m sure you could without having to go home and dig out a literal photograph because the time periods we’re in]

Lux: Oh woah, she is

Dash: I’ve got the same 👃🏽 piercing when school stops forcing me to take it out

Lux: That’s a dumb rule, how’s it getting in the way of you or anyone else learning

Dash: all their rules are, they care about control down to what time you 🚽 & nothing else

Lux: What are your rules? Your personal philosophy

Dash: [I’m not gonna write out all his hippie cliches but we know damn well the kinds of vibe]

Lux: 🌞🌎🌍🌏🌈

Dash: what’s yours?

Lux: I think I’m still working that out

Dash: you could be born here too, I dig that

Lux: Being different makes you have an open mind to everyone else's different, right?

Dash: that’s been my scene

Lux: You’ve been kind to me

Dash: love’s the point

Lux: Who could argue with that particular philosophy

Dash: haters but I’d argue back ✌🏽

Lux: Haters, you’re funny 😅

Dash: knock, knock

Lux: …

Lux: Who’s there?

Dash: honeydew

Lux: honeydew who?

Dash: honeydew you wanna dance at the bonfire?

Lux: Okay

Lux: only because that was an incredible joke, obviously

Dash: 😁

Lux: What kind of music will there be?

Dash: all kinds

Dash: [and then namedrop different peeps who play different instruments and what styles they go for, I’m sure there’s girlies giving full irish folk and lads trying to be rockstars etc etc]

Lux: Do you play?

Dash: want me to play for you?

Lux: I was wondering if you would, at the bonfire

Dash: what music you into?

Lux: [tell him, lord knows I ain’t lmao]

Dash: I’ll play [the easiest song possible from the options she gave lbr because I’m not saying he’s an amazing musician]

Lux: Wow, you really are rolling out the welcome wagon for me

Dash: you really are welcome 🦊

Lux: I’ll have to call you 🐺

Dash: calling us a pack is rad

Lux: Yes, I thought you’d like that

Lux: it does seem rather fitting

Dash: [send her a voice note of you howling and then getting whichever friends you are with/are nearby to join in, turning into lols at the very end]

Lux: Oh my Goodness 🐶 perhaps suits moreso

Dash: nah that was my best 🐺🔊

Lux: Don’t be offended, Mowgli

Dash: [send her you playing a song from the jungle book because just picking up a guitar randomly from wherever you are duh, whichever one would be the easiest idk, but it should probably be bare necessities cos I feel like that’s the only one Mowgli sings on as far as I can remember? Even if you’re only doing the instrumental]

Lux: 😍😍😍

Lux: Are you meant to be giving sneak peeks before tonight?

Dash: idk I felt like you’ve been giving so much

Lux: Most people say I’m closed off

Dash: they gotta be putting their wipe out on you, cos nah

Dash: you’re open to me 🌻

Lux: It’s a learning curve

Lux: I haven’t been me for very long

Dash: jazzed to meet you

Lux: It’s mutual

Dash: it’s a learning curve rapping to someone so 🍒 & 🦊

Lux: No one makes you feel 🍒 I can tell

Dash: I’ve been in this groove for long, my jungle, y’know

Lux: It’s been a while since you had to kill any 🐅s

Dash: yeah, you get it

Lux: And you talk as old as that film

Dash: people say I’m an old soul

Lux: I see it

Dash: I 👀 you living your best, new life here in this brave, new 🌎🌍🌏

Dash: 🦁🐯 & 🐻s

Lux: I’d really, really like that

Dash: 🏡 sweet 🏡 of yours too

Dash: no place like it that film says

Lux: THAT film?

Dash: [send her the wizard of oz clip that’s like lions and tigers and bears, oh my, as you ref-ed above]

Lux: It’s so much more than just a film!

Lux: Shall we watch it so you remember that?

Dash: when?

Lux: Whenever you’re free

Dash: I’m free now

Lux: It’s nearly 2 hours long, won’t the bonfire be happening by then? Or, you’ll be needed to get firewood

Dash: I got some when I found my whittling piece

Dash: but if you’ve gotta get ready

Lux: Do I?

Dash: gimme a twirl 🩰 show me what hip creation you’re wearing today

Lux: [send him a lil self-conscious video]

Dash: you ain’t gotta do zilch 🌟

Dash: split from Hazel & come hog the 📺 with me

Lux: Who else is in there?

Dash: [tell her whoever is because peeps everywhere all the time]

Lux: They’ll all be cool?

Dash: 🧊

Lux: Okay

Dash: 👌🏽 I’m saving you a seat

Lux: Shall I find snacks?

Dash: [send her the song hungry like the wolf as a yes, a clip of them singing that bit lol]

Lux: 🥩 is off the cards

Dash: since I was [an age you’re saying you stopped eating meat even if that’s a barefaced lie, it’s giving toddler or something silly considering you’re not Amber and you don’t have those parents, you probably stole the age from her if anything, which is hilarious cos she’s out here sneakily eating meat and junk food now]

Lux: Committed

Lux: The 🐓🐣 thank you, I’m sure

Dash: lifestyle’s been mine from 👶🏽

Lux: It is pretty easy here

Dash: & the 🐓🐣 are friends of mine too

Lux: Don’t tell them I’m a 🦊

Dash: whole place knows

Lux: I don’t think so, Dash, it’s just you who says it

Dash: they’re all thinking it

Lux: I’d rather everyone was thinking that than the alternatives that seem more plausible 

Dash: they are, trust 

Lux: It’s okay if you’re just being nice, that’s still nice

Lux: You’re a sweet boy

Dash: I know everybody

Dash: you’re in a safe place

Lux: 😌

Dash: 🤗🥰

Lux: I’ve got roped into washing up… bear with

Dash: 🧼🧽 you’ve got 5, Snow White

Lux: You’d offer to help if you were concerned, Dopey 😏

Dash: princesses don’t sit on the floor

Dash: I’m keeping our seats

Lux: Do you have a bed here? 👸🏽 

Dash: I’ve got beds everywhere 🪑🛁🌳🛌🏽

Lux: That’s what I meant, yeah

Lux: I guessed the people who have been here longest had priority though…

Dash: I give mine to the youngest

Lux: That’s good, kids need stability like that

Dash: & elders but they’re rarer here

Lux: Yeah

Lux: I can’t see this being a great place for old people to be

Dash: how long’ve you been crashing with us?

Lux: [however long, probably not long at all is the vibe]

Lux: I’ve been talking to Hazel longer

Dash: she give the tour?

Lux: Sure, showed me all the work that needs to be done

Dash: scope of the sink & dirty dishes, yeah, I heard

Lux: The issues are slightly more than cosmetic 

Dash: issues? 🧦’em to me

Lux: You know, the outside, the stairs could fall through any second, all that stuff

Lux: I don’t mean personal, I’m good, grateful, like I said

Dash: it’s been standing [however long] 

Lux: Sure but nothing lasts without upkeep

Dash: [someone who calls themselves the handyman for this place but clearly doesn’t do fuck all]’s already on that 🔨🧱🧰 trip

Lux: It’s more than a one-man job, how many people live here, come on

Lux: Hazel has lots of plans though, you must know that already

Dash: I know Hazel, sure

Lux: She says the attic could be a whole two bunks, everyone could have beds

Dash: it’d be electric up that high under the 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌙

Lux: Right?

Dash: a choice room, I’m stoked for you

Lux: Don’t you want a real bed too?

Dash: gonna save me one?

Lux: Well, you’d have to be in the guy’s bunk, obviously but why wouldn’t you get one, yeah

Dash: nah I crash where I fall 🍃

Lux: Oh, okay

Dash: tonight we’re in the orchard

Lux: You’re camping out? Cool

Dash: join if you want

Lux: I couldn’t but thank you for the offer, sure it’ll be awesome

Dash: couldn’t?

Lux: Yeah, you know why

Lux: I need privacy, a trusted person, safety measures

Lux: more than any normal girl

Dash: I’ll be your trusted person

Dash: there’s no plastic on me, I’m being real with you

Lux: Don’t you think that’s a lot to ask someone you’ve just met?

Dash: you’re not in a lot of danger

Lux: You say that like you don’t know what I am

Dash: nobody’s looking to hassle you 

Lux: For now, because I’m being quiet and helpful and keeping to myself and doing everything just so

Lux: that’s how it is, I don’t expect you to get that, any cis person

Dash: nah, they wouldn’t be rattled whatever, ain’t the vibe here

Lux: I can never not be careful, that’s all

Lux: It’s my responsibility, not a judgment on anyone here personally

Dash: you’re used to a bad scene

Lux: Guess we could say that

Dash: it’ll blow your mind when you let it all hang out though

Lux: That’s how it is for you? 🤯

Dash: 🤯✨🌠🎇🎆⚡️☄️🪐🌌💫🌟🌞🌝🌛🌜🌚🌱🌳🍄🌼🌻🌷

Dash: magic

Lux: You believe, don’t you, no bullshit

Dash: no fake 🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♂️🌠🧜🐚🧜🏽‍♂️🧙‍♀️🍄🧙🔮🧝‍♀️

Lux: You’re very lucky

Dash: don’t shut yours down when 🍀 brought you home & us together

Lux: Me and you?

Dash: you & everyone

Lux: Right, totally

Lux: It was entirely by chance, meeting Hazel, that is a kind of 🍀

Dash: right on

Lux: I don’t know why I thought you meant me and you, what a dumb thing to say

Dash: I’m part of it

Dash: one of everyone

Lux: 🌎🌍🌏

Dash: I don’t wanna lay a trip on a girl who just got here

Dash: sweet as she is

Lux: We can be friends

Dash: friends

Lux: 🤝

Lux: I could use all the friends I can get

Dash: beats me why you won’t come to the orchard

Lux: I can come hang, ‘til I need to crash, if that’s okay

Dash: you can crash next to me but I’ll back off & cut you some slack

Lux: Before here, I’d only ever shared a room with my brother

Dash: I’d protect you like a lil sis 

Lux: Do you have any?

Lux: I was oldest, a brother and two sisters

Dash: lost count how many 👶🏽s Caleb has

Dash: [but give it your best guess]?

Lux: WOAH

Lux: That’s insane

Dash: that’s free love

Lux: The pill came with the movement for a reason

Dash: & the babes he scores with are as free to use it

Dash: like Amber must’ve

Lux: What about Amber?

Dash: she’s not showing 🤰🏽

Lux: Are you saying that your dad and Amber… Hazel’s daughter Amber?

Dash: the one & the same

Dash: the Amber

Lux: Your dad is old

Dash: age’s a number

Dash: people want who they want

Lux: Umm, woah

Dash: she made the move

Lux: I don’t think it’s your business to tell me this, I’m sure she doesn’t want everyone talking about it

Dash: we’re talking about the sexual revolution

Lux: No, you’re talking about Amber, for whatever reason

Dash: you know her I didn’t 💭 it’d be news to you

Lux: I don’t know her like that, I only just got here

Dash: 👌🏽 my bad

Lux: Y’all should start the film without me

Dash: don’t be like that

Lux: It’s fine, honestly, the cupboards are super dirty and need organising

Dash: I’ll bring people through with me to help then ✌🏽

Lux: This is really awkward

Dash: I said I was sorry

Lux: You don’t need to be sorry to me

Dash: you don’t need to be off with me but that’s the craic now

Lux: Why would you even bring that up?

Dash: idk 

Dash: like I said, I figured you knew 

Lux: Even if I did, why would we talk about it

Dash: we were rapping about my da, that’s his bag

Lux: That’s really horrible

Dash: I’m not him

Dash: I do my own thing

Lux: No, like, I’m sorry you’re around that

Dash: no 💦

Lux: It can’t feel good

Dash: he can be uncool he ain’t alone 

Lux: Parents shouldn’t be peers, that’s confusing

Dash: takes a village & I’ve got one 

Lux: Nothing can replace the real thing though, can it

Dash: chosen family is real

Lux: But it’ll never be the real one again

Dash: can be better

Lux: I don’t know how that can be true

Dash: bonds are bonds, what’s blood to do with it?

Lux: People back home know me, have known me all my life

Dash: I could know you the rest

Dash: as deep, deeper

Lux: That’s a lot of faith, that anyone will want to

Lux: blood is meant to be indisputable, you can’t help but love your family

Lux: but, here we are

Dash: anyone here would want to, I keep that faith

Lux: I’m scared I don’t belong here either

Dash: I’ve freaked you out

Lux: I’m permanently, it’s really not on you

Dash: take 5 for your cupboards

Dash: it’s been real but got heavy too

Lux: Sorry

Dash: nah, I did it

Lux: I’m heavy

Dash: you’re golden 🐥🌻🍯🌞🌝🌛🌜👼🏼🎇🎺🌟🧚🏼‍♀️⚡️👸🏼📀🔑

Lux: 🐺🕸🦈🐚🪨🐁☄️💨🎤🎧🎼🗿🛸🎡🌁💿📺📻🔩⚙️📡🔦🔭🔬🔗🧷

Lux: you

Dash: what a gas

Lux: You like emojis more than words

Dash: idk what to say sometimes

Lux: pictures say a lot

Dash: & don’t lose it til they’re rapping about downer stuff

Dash: killing the mood

Lux: Forget it happened, seriously, we’re cool

Dash: I’m not cool though

Dash: you make me not

Lux: I think you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met

Dash: 🤯😳🥵

Lux: It makes me wanna never open my mouth again, seriously

Dash: you can’t be serious

Lux: I’ve never heard anyone talk like you

Dash: you must’ve tuned out

Lux: You’re still awesome, no downer changed that

Dash: still friends?

Lux: Definitely

Dash: gonna let me squirrel into the cupboards then? 

Lux: They’re not MINE, so, yes 😳

Dash: but I only wanna help you

Dash: say yes to that

Lux: Yes

Dash: & the rest

Lux: the rest?

Dash: 📺👠🦁 & 🔥💃🏼🕺🏽 & 🌳🍎💤

Lux: Okay, yes x3

Dash: [do come and ‘help’ her with these cupboards even though you’re defs being more of a hindrance and making more mess by messing with stuff instead of cleaning it up]

Lux: [lord knows any attempt is better than the fuck all that has been done here in forever but honestly, at least the shyness this girl is experiencing will mean she is doing double the work for y’all]

Dash: [soz that he’ll make you feel more shy because can’t stop watching her do everything, by which I mean shamelessly checking her out the entire time because he thinks she’s the absolute cutest]

Lux: [very much doing the trying to look at someone without them knowing you are glances because 0 way we are directly meeting your eye right now but we can feel you watching us]

Dash: [we’ll be kind and say he’s looking away sometimes when his interest is piqued by the gross cupboard in some way/he’s attacked by an avalanche of things he then has to pick up etc etc so that she can sneak those glances, probably get a cobweb on you sir those are really sticky and take ages to get off]

Lux: [you can help him deal with that cobweb instinctively, not realising that you’re casually upping proximity and attention like that until you have, flicking your eyes up briefly and doing the smallest smile]

Dash: [the biggest smile back as he’s looking at her with what are essentially heart eyes because can’t not, the kind of laugh you do when you know this is a moment and you’re trying to put her at ease and make the vibes less !!]

Lux: [smile bigger at his smile and then fully grin at his laugh, wiping some of this cobweb onto whatever t-shirt he’s wearing, like you’re playfully pushing him back here but you’re lingering]

Dash: [we all know he’ll be getting this cobweb onto his hand and starting the softest and most flirty playfight of all time like he’s gonna wipe it on her but also like she’s the most delicate beautiful dainty girl and we absolutely can’t and will not play rough about this because gotta validate how she wants to be seen and how we clearly see her]

Lux: [heart eyes yourself as you avoid getting covered in cobwebs in the girliest way imaginable, not quite squealing because you never bring attention to yourself so it’s lowkey like a squeak]

Dash: [1000% live the cliche of getting some dirt off her cheek whether it’s really there or not, simply must because of how his fingers are basically shaking because of how gentle he’s being when he does touch her face and how much he’s holding back when he typically never does]

Lux: [closing your eyes and breathing as shakily because you know how hot your cheeks are gonna feel and you weren’t spring cleaning hard enough for that to remotely be the excuse]

Dash: [STARING at her when her eyes are closed as if she won’t feel it and you can freely be that intense in that aspect at least because whatever dirt has not come off with how lightly he brushed her face but dare not do it more dramatically and so his bright idea is to lick his finger just slightly with the tip of his tongue very quickly and re-do as if that’s any more chill purely because it’s barely wet and he hasn’t fully spat on it in a feral manner, god bless]

Lux: [your eyes SHOOTING open big and wide like he fully just licked your face but you can see his finger and what actually occurred and it’s such a childishly adorable image so you can grin at him again, even if it is a breathless and !! grin in comparison to the former ‘thanks’ as the first thing you’ve said to him out loud, though to call your quiet self-conscious voice loud is misleading]

Dash: [grin back in exactly the same way because it’s infectious and yours has all the !! and mischievousness as if she caught you in the act of doing something way worse ‘it’s chill’ which is misleading because he’s clearly the most not chill he has ever been lol]

Lux: [do that arty thing of framing his face up with your hands, squinting as you line it all up before quickly licking the tip of your thumb and as speedily swiping it across his cheek before he can catch on or stop you, taking several steps back and looking down but with a smile still ‘now we’re even’ like it is now chill even though, yeah, arguable lol]

Dash: [when you’d literally be able to see on his face, after the shock and playful oi! expression has hit and he’s grinning again, that he’s remembering she said she makes art, like yeah okay that tracks, his smile becoming more of a genuine one to mirror that as opposed to his wide grin a sec ago, giving that he’s thinking and wondering about said art as he nods to being even, technically, and then has to run a hand through his hair because it’s in his eyes and in his way] 

Lux: [shaking your head like he’s trying to show off his hair when you’ve already complimented him for it, carrying on with this cleaning/organising task but we’re noticeably less concerned with the task, completing it to a that-will-do level so you can look at him expectantly because was going to watch the film after]

Dash: [gonna say that he very half-heartedly also goes back to this cleaning task, blowing his hair out of his face as if he’s so hard done by and overworked which simply isn’t true because as she’s looking at him expectantly because she’s done he’s messing with a different cupboard and eventually opens it properly, I imagine to get out movie snacks more than to clean lbr, after ages just pissing about swinging the door open and shut, to find there are ants everywhere because ofc there are with all the open food just lying about and so instead of whatever he was gonna say in reply he pulls her behind and into him SO protectively as if these ants were gonna fly at her face and attack her and then pulls her away to the living room like omg we g2g, lowkey running away because it’s such a vibe to flee the scene romantically but also typical irresponsible him]

Lux: [thanks for giving her no time to react because not only would she scream too loudly for her liking but she’d also actually want to deal with this problem that should not just be left, trying to vocalise as much as y’all are running but you’re half laughing half out of breath more from the shock than the running, same for the permanently pink cheeks]

Dash: [sadly y’all don’t have far to run so pull her into the living room, laughing with her and grinning, obvs, but because you’ve lost your saved seats with all these cupboard shenanigans you can enjoy another cliche of having to sit somewhere together that isn’t quite big enough for you both and leaves you in such ridiculously close proximity with all the accidental knee and thigh and arm touching moments etc etc during this film, whether you’re in a beanbag or loveseat or a literal shared seat, whatever]

Lux: [shrugging your oops, sorry at him wordlessly, scrunching your face up in sympathy as if he was always the princess who could not sit on the floor because where’s the lie there, at least it’s not a long old film because you’d be DEAD if you had to sit here that long with all this closeness you’re acting like you don’t notice but clearly do because the hair on your arms is standing up and you have goosebumps all over whenever your bodies accidentally make contact, snack bag hand touch cliches to boot, why not]

Dash: [gotta shrug back as if you’re unphased and don’t mind because clearly or you’d move and sit on the floor to give her the full seat to herself but he is not that gentleman and he’s LIVING for every accidental touch, as am I because I gotta give this gal all the romcom cliches I can while I can to make up for this boy being a flop in so many ways lol, likewise acting like he is just watching this film unaffected but we all know he’s shifting in this seat to make more accidental touches happen, bonus points if it is a beanbag type thing because literally every time he moves she’d lowkey fall into him, and he’s sporadically also moving his hair out of his eyes like he did earlier as if he can’t see otherwise but that’s the same ploy, I’m sure at least a strand of it has fallen onto her somewhere accidentally on purpose because long hair is notorious for that]

Lux: [it’s cruel of us because you are thinking this is a romcom and then you’ll find out it is not and feel like a massive fool who made it all up but you know, tis the point, I’m afraid so be here having all your Moments ™ and developing a bigger crush on him by the second, it’s fine hahah]

Dash: [we are rude, especially because I know there will come a point (idk when because I haven’t seen the film) when the snacks run out and his attention span goes (even though this is a film he probably likes, he’s just that bitch) and he’s looking at her more than he is the screen, soz gal]

Lux: [me like Judy didn’t get abused for this lmao but you’ll just think it’s romantic, obviously, back to peeping at him almost like it’s a game but it isn’t, you’re truly that shy about it all, pulling this strand of hair off your clothes and tying it in a bow and untying it to do it again, repeatedly, assuming he isn’t truly paying THAT much attention to you that he’ll notice that but he clearly will hun]

Dash: [me likewise offended like just watch the film sir please but he isn’t because he’s gotta watch her do that not at all subtly and then use the v flimsy excuse of sharing some blatantly obvious piece of trivia about this film that she 10000% already knows because she’s obvs a fan and I’m talking OBVIOUS trivia here, insert my personal Junie eyeroll, to lean in and whisper in her ear, to get that close to her and tuck a strand of her own hair behind her ear, and for no other reason because there’s 0 need to whisper for anyone else’s benefit, I imagine there’s chaos surrounding y’all in this room]

Lux: [jolting back an inch or so, hair falling fully in front of her eyes, shaking your head to shake it back into place and to shh him, with wide eyes like everyone else in this room is a. Silent and b. Paying any attention to what is on this TV right now, god bless]

Dash: [giving her such an oh you look and smile, so affectionately because she’s adorable, before half-heartedly turning his attention back to the tv again his hippo self like okay I’ll be good, but within minutes this boy is here FIDGETING again on this seat even more than before, cannot keep still soz, meaning all the touches again]

Lux: [when you can’t even be mad, mainly because you’re crushing on him lbr but also because it’s not as if you’ve been able to pay any real attention to the film so you get how much harder that makes it to tune back in when you were never really there in the first place ‘you don’t have to watch this’ practically mouthed you whispered it so quietly but facing him so he’ll be able to get the gist, pulling the corner of your mouth in on itself with your canine teeth awkwardly, as if you really forced him to in the first place]

Dash: [shamelessly pretending like he did not get the gist purely as an excuse to put his ear practically against her lips like go ahead, we see you sir, we see you]

Lux: [making the near cartoonish GULP sound, suddenly SO self-conscious of even breathing never mind saying words when his ear is that close to your lips, hence it takes you a while, the cogs clearly whirring in your head for the simplest of sentences ‘we don’t have to finish watching’]

Dash: [we ALL know he’s enjoying how long this takes and the blatant effect everything he does has on her, mhmm, hence staying ridiculously close when he mouths ‘I’m hip to how it ends but that’s the grooviest part’ translation, I know how it ends but we gotta see it through because the ending slaps, whether it does or not or he’s just saying that for the cliche of giving her her own happy romcom/disney ending I’ll let you decide, I know damn well what I think the answer is]

Lux: [honestly this ending right now is going to be really upsetting in ways you haven’t thought about until you are now thinking about it like oh fuuuuuuuuuck, there’s no place like home?! How could we do this to her, honestly accidentally because you were just thinking about the technicolour of it all but now you’re like oh I don’t actually want to be sat here with these random people experiencing those kinds of emotions; run girl, some excuse of going to the bathroom thrown quietly but carelessly over your shoulder to Dash as you bolt for the exit]

Dash: wanna be followed or backed off of?

Lux: Sorry, I just realised how heavy that was going to be

Lux: I’m cool, I’m just taking some quiet, we’re good

Dash: not 🧠 surgery why you split 

Dash: but take 5 more & I’ll hit you up later

Lux: I’m really sorry, I was having a nice time with you

Dash: there’ll be others

Lux: I’m not like…

Lux: a total wreck

Dash: you’re not in the zone yet either though

Lux: yeah, it’s fresh

Dash: 🌱

Dash: don’t grab for 🌈 cos you’re colouring me gone without 🌷🌹🌼🌻 I’m around

Lux: You’re so cool

Dash: you’ve given me time to find the threads & ✨🎀 to be

Lux: You saved me from bug bites, that could make us equal

Dash: 🐜🐜🐜🐜

Dash: they dig you too, I get it, but I’ve never had to be jealous of no ants before, be a trip

Lux: They dig all the crumbs 🍯 talker

Dash: they’d score a bigger rush from you

Lux: Where’d you learn all this?

Dash: all ??

Lux: You know what

Dash: I know I’m not scamming

Lux: I didn’t accuse you of that

Lux: this is just how you are, all the time

Dash: I don’t meet girls like you all the time

Lux: I see

Dash: you feel it

Lux: I don’t know what this is

Dash: chemistry

Lux: What are you? 

Lux: 🤦‍♀️ like, how do you identify

Dash: what you 👀 is who I am

Lux: It’s okay if you don’t know

Dash: I’m with it

Lux: You’re so vague sometimes

Dash: idk what you’re asking

Lux: If you’re straight or gay or something between

Dash: labels are your 👜🎒 huh?

Lux: Labels keep people like me safe

Dash: hurting you ain’t my action

Dash: but if you need somewhere to put me ~

Lux: Alright, that’s all I was asking

Dash: I’m about the energy, if we vibe 

Dash: 🐥 or 🐈 or whatever, all the animals

Lux: Cool

Dash: yours is

Lux: I’m the least cool person to exist, I’m pretty sure

Dash: nah you’re the most

Lux: I do not feel it now

Dash: bonfire’s a reset, we’ll meet again

Lux: You think I’ll just click into place this time?

Dash: being in the same place’s enough for me

Lux: There’s lots else to do and see

Dash: yeah

Lux: Everyone here is so interesting to look at

Dash: you’re still the most

Lux: Do you have a partner right now?

Dash: I love the words you rap with

Lux: If I’d said boyfriend/girlfriend you’d say oh so the binary is your bag

Dash: the binary is your bag 🦊

Lux: It sounds very accusing 🐺

Dash: nah, I’m hip to that, I’m a boy 💙

Lux: It’s not like I’m phobic

Lux: that would be ridiculous, I’m just a girl and I’ve only ever liked boys before

Dash: I’ve only ever been a boy, it’s cool if you like me

Lux: We’re friends, we already decided that

Dash: just friends?

Lux: Friends means I like you

Dash: 👌🏽

Lux: And you like me?

Dash: before I scoped you out in the kitchen even

Lux: That’s the look

Lux: but I guess we don’t know each other much better than yet

Dash: I wanna get to

Lux: I would like that too

Dash: we’ll be tight by the AM

Lux: Can you see the 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌙 through the 🌳s?

Dash: I’ll show you everything there’s to 👀 through the 🌳s

Lux: I’m looking forward to it

Dash: new heights

Dash: & branches’ll be more laid back to share than [wherever they were sat]

Lux: You won’t rock me out this time?

Dash: I didn’t that time

Lux: Felt like you were trying to

Dash: beats me how anybody wouldn’t be amped up to move closer to you

Lux: You’re 🐒

Dash: I feel it

Dash: 🐒 like outta control

Lux: You’re completely in control though

Dash: tell my 💓

Lux: Woah

Dash: can’t blow your mind you’re a babe

Lux: Shh, you’re ridiculous

Dash: cut me some slack I’m 😍

Lux: I’ve never seen eyes like yours

Dash: that why you can’t look in ‘em?

Lux: Only partly

Dash: no biggie, I’ll look into yours til you’re there

Lux: I don’t know how to be like you

Dash: keep being yourself

Lux: I’ve only kissed one boy

Dash: kissing [however many, I honestly dread to think because that’s mostly what you’ve been doing at this age, kissing and touching] girls don’t mean I wouldn’t be 🤯😳🥵 to kiss you

Dash: that’s fresh

Lux: What if I mess that up too?

Dash: we’d try it again, unless you didn’t wanna

Lux: I’d want to hide under a rock, may have to run away, again

Dash: gotta climb down a 🌳 to jet

Lux: You’ve made it sound like a plan

Dash: cos I can’t quit 💭 about kissing you

Lux: Aren’t other people going to be there?

Dash: not in our 🌳 

Lux: No one will see?

Dash: I’ll 🐒 so you’re covered, if we’re spied on they’ll only see me

Dash: & ⭐️🌙⭐️

Lux: I will have to think about it more 

Lux: but that means you can keep thinking about it too

Dash: 💭🐥🌻🍯🌞🌝🌛🌜👼🏼🎇🎺🌟🧚🏼‍♀️⚡️👸🏼📀🔑💭

Dash: you’re a song playing on repeat in my head

Lux: It would sound like I was just copying the movie to say everything else looks 🖤🤍 right now but…

Dash: it’s the mood

Lux: What kind of thing will people be wearing to the bonfire?

Dash: 🧚🏼‍♀️🪐🩳🧙‍♀️🩰🌻👗👖👼🏽👒🩱👠👑🌌👩🏼‍🎤🥻👸🏾👚🌼👙🦚🦋👢🌈🧜🏻‍♀️🦄🌷✨

Dash: free expression

Lux: 💭🤔

Dash: bring technicolour back

Lux: Oz over Kansas

Dash: be where you are

Lux: It’s another vague brief but I’ll see what I can do

Dash: you’ve got this 👩🏼‍🎨🧵

Lux: I don’t want to be overdressed but it sounds like that’s not possible

Dash: [send her a selfie of you dressing up in as much of those emoji vibes as possible, like a kid raiding a dressing up box and putting on everything lol, not as your finished lewk which we know is gonna be pink and girlie but just for funsies]

Lux: Where did you find all that?

Lux: ✨ the kids will be so mad at you 😅

Dash: [a video of this rabble of kids loling and helping him get dressed in all this and also getting dressed up themselves cos they are clearly his silly besties and have been helping him]

Lux: Sweet 🍧🍨🍦🧁🍰🍭🍬🍫🍩🍪🍯

Dash: how old’s your brother & sisters?

Dash: if the question’s not a drag

Lux: [so we have a sister that is closest in age, giving a year, 18 months apart, then your other sister is giving 3 or 4 years younger than you and then your brother is the youngest probably 5 to 6 years younger]

Dash: were you tight, y’know, before?

Lux: Perfect family, yeah, 2 of each

Lux: I messed up the ratio, the image

Dash: nah 3:1

Dash: & they’ve still got their 💙

Lux: That isn’t how it went

Dash: that bummer’s why you’re here

Lux: For now

Dash: now’s good

Lux: Now is where you always focus, no need to say

Dash: now’s where we met

Lux: No moment is guaranteed, I know

Dash: tonight’s guaranteed far out, trust

Lux: Is Amber coming?

Dash: search me

Lux: Oh, well

Dash: we’ll have a blast

Dash: Amber or no Amber

Lux: Of course, she’s the only other kid our age I vaguely know, that’s why I asked it

Dash: I’ll hook you up with intros, I said so

Lux: I’m nervous

Dash: they’ll dig you & I’ll protect you, like the 🐜s

Lux: What if they want to bite me too?

Dash: that’d eat at me

Dash: but you’re a catch, best thing since 🍞

Lux: Not how I meant it and you know it 😳

Lux: but you’re popular, if I’m with you, people should be pleasant

Dash: 🤴🏽👸🏼

Lux: Hmm, let’s not get carried away…

Dash: I’m not full of it, you’ve got the 👸🏼 look

Lux: That would be quite the costume choice

Dash: you’d be choice in a 👑 babe

Lux: You’ve got all the dressing up on your body, last I saw

Dash: I’ll take it off for you

Lux: You’re terrible! 

Dash: [send her a pic of this crown wherever you’ve left it]

Lux: 🗺 ✖

Dash: 🏴‍☠️🧭

Lux: That seems more legit for you, yes

Dash: you’re a trip

Lux: You’re a pirate

Dash: 🦜 would be a killer pet, I’d dig it

Lux: You could teach it all your old man talk

Dash: old man’s boyfriend in my talk

Dash: 🦜 making a move on you’d be worse 💔 than 🐜s, real uncool of a friend

Lux: It could only mimic what you teach 

Lux: maybe someone can train the ants 🎪

Dash: I can 🤹🏽‍♂️

Lux: Can you do it with 🗡s?

Dash: find [however many he’d need to juggle idk] & I’ll give it a shot

Lux: Someone’d lose an eye before you lost a finger, probably

Dash: you want a pirate, hook hand’s the deal

Lux: When did I say I wanted a pirate? 😏

Dash: when you said 👌🏽 x 3 📺👠🦁 & 🔥💃🏼🕺🏽 & 🌳🍎💤

Lux: Is okay the same as wanting

Dash: don’t you want me?

Lux: You can’t just ask that

Dash: why?

Lux: Okay, you can’t ask and expect an answer

Lux: that’s too much

Dash: that’s an answer

Lux: I can’t be like you, the people you’ve kissed before

Dash: I’m not asking you to be like nobody else

Lux: You are, free, easygoing

Lux: I’ve never been that, wouldn’t know how

Dash: you know we’ve got something

Lux: I know what you look like

Dash: hang a mirror in the attic when Hazel gives the go ahead

Lux: Everything about you is effortless

Dash: everything about you’s more electric than 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌙

Lux: I want to look in your eyes

Dash: yours are like jumping into a river

Lux: Feeling like I could drown is exactly how it feels

Dash: floating ain’t drowning, that’s how I want you to feel

Lux: like in your song, Mowgli

Dash: like I’ve got you & 0’s too deep

Lux: You’re a good friend, I think

Lux: I only had the couple, none now

Dash: pick a number & that’s how many you can have here

Lux: 🤞

Dash: it’s in motion

Dash: first me, then everyone

Lux: First you

Dash: let me stay high for a sec before you cut me low for the others

Lux: Do you think that’s what I’ll do?

Dash: there’s loads of 🐥 & 🐈s doing beautiful things

Lux: Aren’t you too

Dash: I help keep things running smooth but idk if it’s more than that

Lux: If that’s what you want to do, what makes you happy

Dash: the way I was travelling through before today was a straight line but you’ve got me twisted

Lux: I don’t want to 🌀 you

Dash: I’m bent like 🌱🌿🌹🌼🌻🌷 to your ☀️

Lux: Woah, wow 🥺

Lux: You could be a poet

Dash: I know you’re poetry in motion & we ain’t even danced yet

Lux: Will you cover me again?

Dash: totally

Lux: I can’t handle anyone else’s eyes on me if yours are

Dash: beats me how you’re gonna make friends cos my eyes won’t go nowhere else now

[lunarsun12]

The Wrath of Beomgyu - Part 2/4

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The operation Taehyun disappearing act has started. Before Taehyun left, Kai suddenly thought of an idea that he can infiltrate Beomgyu to found out some dirt against him. Without telling Soobin, which then lead to a confuse Soobin, why is Kai suddenly switching side.

Soobin acting has started, he texted the family chat…well more like called. To announce Taehyun is missing and need to find him fast. Things took a a turn for a worse as Yeonjun, decided to throw attitude at Soobin. Which lead to Soobin wanting to getting a divorce.

Are you ready for the next phase of the plan, keep an eye for the next part!

TXT Family Chat

Today 6:00 am

Soobin🍞: WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY! Taehyun is missing

Soobin calls the chat

Yeonjun🐯: What? How is he missing! I bet his lying like usual

Soobin🍞: Check if you don’t believe me!

Heuningkai🐧: Finally that Taehyun is gone, he is getting on my nerves

Beomgyu🐻: You think he is annoying? Since when?

Heuningkai🐧: Ever since the post came out. I agree he is so horrible

Beomgyu🐻: That sus, you were literally on his side. Saying I lied, which I totally didn’t lie!

Heuningkai🐧: Ever heard of acting? You must be familiar with it, as you act all the time

Beomgyu🐻: What do you mean??🤨

Heuningkai🐧: Oh erm I mean, I was acting to be nice to him. Since you are the greatest actor of all time

Beomgyu🐻: Ah! You must seen, my acting improv. Why didn’t you say so! I’m so touched you liked it

Heuningkai🐧: Yes! I want to learn from you! As obviously you are favourite sibling!

Beomgyu🐻: Stawp it! You making me blush

Heuningkai🐧: Okay, I will stop! Sorry hyung

Beomgyu🐻: HEY! I didn’t tell you to stop! Please compliment all you want, as you are my favourite sibling

Soobin🍞: Kai? Why are you acting like you on Beomgyu side?

Heuningkai🐧: Eomma, I have always been on Beomgyu side!

Soobin🍞: Huh what? The convo we had earlier-

Yeonjun🐯: TAEHYUN IS MISSING! He left note, saying he is ashamed and decided to leave home

Beomgyu🐻: Meanie Taehyun is gone? Good serves him right!!

Soobin🍞: YEONJUN! How many times did I tell you! Not to treat Taehyun like that!

Soobin🍞: He must be so upset, as his father doesn’t support him along now with his little brothe

Yeonjun🐯: How is that my fault? Taehyun shouldn’t have bullied Beomgyu in the first place!!

Yeonjun🐯: He got what he deserves! He shouldn’t have ran away!!

Soobin🍞: HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT! HE IS ALSO YOUR SON!

Yeonjun🐯: My sons aren’t liars! He lied to all us about pretending to study. He should have thinked twice for lying to us

Yeonjun🐯: The brat, will come back sooner or later

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun…I never knew you could be so cold to Taehyun

Soobin🍞: If I knowing, that sort of attitude you have towards our missing son. I would have think twice before marrying you…

Beomgyu🐻: Eomma, you sound scary now…

Heuningkai🐧: I don’t like where it is going…

Yeonjun🐯: Let’s talk privately the kids are here…

Soobin🍞: No! The kids should know what kind of father they have!!

Soobin🍞: I’m disappointed, ever since you found out Taehyun pretending to study incident. You haven’t been the same…

Yeonjun🐯: Why are you always this stubborn…please let me explain

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun, I’m sorry to say this. We are getting a divorce

Yeonjun🐯: WAIT PLEASE! LET ME EXPLAIN! I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN IT HERE

Soobin🍞: We can talk, until YOU found Taehyun cause this is you fault. That he ran away

Beomgyu🐻: Eomma, please don’t divorce Appa!!

Beomgyu🐻: Did I took it far this time..?

Heuningkai🐧: You go Eomma!!

After the sudden announcement, of Soobin divorcing Yeonjun because of Taehyun. The house has become eerily quiet and Soobin took Kai with him. As he has a lot of questions to ask Kai, why he suddenly acting strange. Taehyun has texted the group chat, to see the progress of the plan. As he is stuck in Chenle’s room, who somewhat being incredibly snappy with him. Something about don’t disturb his private time with his dog.

Back at Operation Magic Terry Chat

Taehyun🪄: How’s the plan?

Soobin🍞: It’s in operation! Me and Kai are together

Soobin🍞: Also Kai, why are you acting on Beomgyu side that sus

Heuningkai🐧: I wanted to be on Beomgyu good side, so I can dig up some secrets about him. Then make Taehyun blackmail him

Soobin🍞: OHHHH, you smart boy! Did you know Taehyun?

Taehyun🪄: Yup I know, he told me before I left

Heuningkai🐧: I was about to spend time with him until Eomma dragged me out

Soobin🍞: You should have told me as well!! I would have understood

Taehyun🪄: Did Appa say anything about me?

Soobin🍞: He is clueless and said you derseve it. Beomgyu got his finger wrapped around Yeonjun

Soobin🍞: I feel so bad, divorcing Yeonjun was so painful

Heuningkai🐧: All for the justice of Taehyun!!

Taehyun🪄: Wow…it like he has favourites. He always denies he doesn’t have favourites

Soobin🍞: Wait a second, Yeonjun just texted me

Soobin🍞: He said he found out some dirt on Beomgyu

Heuningkai🐧: Wait what??

Taehyun🪄: I am with you Kai? Double what!!

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[harrowharkwife]

hey everyone PSA- if you're at all worried about the finale (re: buddie, or, like, anything else-) i HIGHLY recommend going through this list of episodes and either reading the transcripts for them (you can just Google 911 + the ep title + transcript) or rewatch if you have time.

we're literally gonna be fine 😂

3x10 gave us buck and chris making gingerbread houses while eddie watched with heart eyes. 3x10 gave us buck's grand gesture christmas party at the firehouse for the diaz boys.

3x12 gave us the madney+buck+josh poker scene where maddie suggested setting buck up with josh. 3x12 gave us Ana's "there's something to be said for getting back on the horse, but there's also value in realizing you don't like horses. sometimes our limitations tell us when to stop, but they can also show us where to look next." sound familiar, eddie? 3x12 gave us the buckley-diaz accessible skateboard scene.

4x03 gave us the buck&chris hildy prank and a buckley diaz family couch scene.

4x13 gave us the shooting and originated the buddie theme of time + luck right before eddie got shot- "should have gotten here sooner" / "that kid is just lucky to have met you."

5x02 gave us the buddie firehouse convo during the blackout- "somehow we became a ready made family and i don't know if i'm ready for that. i think i'm just gonna stick it out" / "that's not how you talk about someone you love" / "my kid loves her" / "is that enough?".

5x06 gave us the buddie ambulance kidnapping/hostage scene, both of them reacting when their kidnappers threatened chris, buck hearing the gunshot from inside the hospital and running towards it, and more of the eddie + hearts theme, buck's sad little 'no' when taylor asked 'did (the guy who kidnapped you) get to see his son?'.

5x13 gave us eddie's breakdown and buck in the room, sitting with him in the mess.

5x15 gave us that incredibly loaded conversation between eddie and may about living authentically and wondering how your life would have turned out if you'd been born someone else or made different choices - which we still haven't circled back to, by the way. "trauma makes us turn inward" "you hid in a place you knew" "guess it took a near death experience for her to appreciate her actual life." 5x15 ALSO gave us the married-at-first-sight reality show call where the grooms heart was unexpectedly on the wrong side of his body and the "pressure was keeping it from beating fully," you know, the call where buck said "they do compatability tests, it's science" and everyone else replied that no, it's a crapshoot at best- weddings, panicking, the theme of magic/luck vs science/chemistry once again. ringing any bells?

6x01 gave us the buckley diaz family dinner at the loft and the birth of the couch metaphor, which is explicitly tied to romantic relationships and overlooking options that are right under your nose that have been there the whole entire time, but you don't see them and choose them because you're scared of making a mistake.

6x06 gave us a found-family, later-in-life queer love story for the ages, "i thought i'd lost you," "nope, still here."

6x08 gave us a conversation primarily between hen and eddie about kissing someone and realizing you were gay, it gave us eddie's face journey when carla said she thought there might be a "first crush" situation happening, "sometimes talking about it makes it too real."

6x09 gave us that shot eddie staring at buck while the line "i want your sex and your affection when they're holding you close" played LOUDLY, it gave us eddie clearly feeling some type of way about buck's sperm donation, it gave us eddie asleep on the diaz couch, it gave us confirmation that buck wants to be a dad.

6x12 gave us buck feeling at home in the diaz house, falling asleep on the couch, the conversation in the kitchen about the shooting and the lightning strike.

that's not even all of it, just the highlights.

so deep breath. it's gonna be okay. we're in good hands.

writers | 6x18 is a co-write between Andrew Meyers and Nicole Barraza Keim Andrew has also written: 2x15 "Ocean's 9-1-1" 3x10 "Christmas Spirit" 3x12 "Fools" 4x03 "Future Tense" 4x09 "Blindsided" 4x13 "Suspicion" 5x02 "Desperate Times" 5x06 "Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1" 5x13 "Fear-O-Phobia" 6x01 "Let The Games Begin" 6x08 "9-1-1, What's Your Fantasy?" 6x12 "Recovery" Nicole has also written: 5x15 "FOMO" 6x06 "Tomorrow" 6x09 "Red Flag"

[sweettodo]

Rolling ⟿ Hisoka x fem!reader

Includes : praising, smut, watersports, consumption of alcohol, use of molly, swearing.

Word count : 4,8k

A/N, I haven’t really written something like this, I’ve never taken molly but I did sorta look it up, I don’t condone using molly, nor do I condone drinking. This smut is for the sole purpose of a little fun night.

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"And who might you be?"

••

The event was at it’s prime, everyone chatting, drinking, eating, I hated the idea of coming but disregarded those thoughts the second I got ahold of some alcohol.

"I'm y/n, you?" The dark yet beautifully illuminated ballroom created a sparkle from my red gown, etching out my body to my liking. The tall man who stood two feet away from me devours me with his devilish yellow eyes; his charismatic smirk which quickly lured me in for more.

"Hm, I'm Hisoka, but enough about me. You're so exciting to look at, I must admit." I smile and blush, looking down at the rest of my dress.

"Thank you, what brings you here?" I change the subject, standing in the main area of the ballroom, the bar a reach away, I needed it.

"Ahh, just work business, and you?" While he talks, I observe what he's wearing; a black on black suit, his multicolored hair which was more or less intriguing.

"The same, I'm here with my Co. Owner." I smile, a server comes from Hisoka's right, a plate with champagne, he stands in front of us, I graciously take one and Hisoka does the same, thanking the waiter. His eyes slightly widen as he sips from the glass.

"A lady a charge?" He's tilted against the column, we look at each other intently, I kinda liked his vibe.

"Yep, what can I say!" I giggle, he retorts with a light chuckle, his low eyes captivating me more and more.

While you observed the man in front of you, you weren’t the only one, Hisoka was excited. He undressed you with his eyes so sensually, he could have ravaged you right there. The way your hair paired perfectly with your dress, your makeup was to impress others, you didn’t do this for yourself. You wanted people to look at you, Hisoka picked up on your undertoned confidence and he knew that he liked you. You also had a bite to your personality, he liked the power you held.

‘How have I not met her sooner?’

"Do you plan on going straight back to the hotel room? Or another party?" Hisoka shakes his thoughts out of his head, watching the pretty lady raise an eyebrow in return.

‘Another party? Well.. was I not invited or something?’ I shrug.

"I'd head to another party; if I had known one existed." I roll my eyes, he stands straight and turns around quickly, placing the empty glass on the high table next to us.

"It was more of a word of mouth thing; I'd be happy to take you as my plus one? But the scene might be different as you’re used to..."

"Who did you come with tonight?" I ask, changing the subject from the party for a light minute, wanting to be nosy, what if he had come with a woman.

"Just a few friends, god knows where they are." He jokes, I laugh, my fingers rolling the neck of my glass, swirling and swallowing the last sip of alcohol. The hot feeling in my stomach from the drink making me feel more loose and relaxed, ‘I could go with him to a party, where’s the harm?’

"We should." I nod simply, he smiles and wastes no time taking my empty glass from my hand. Swiftly placing it on a servers tray as the kid walked by. He signals for me to follow him. Leading the way and I follow close behind, my hand gently holding up the fabric of my dress so I don't trip, 'he was so tall', and quiet, who the fuck was this guy I've never even seen him before?

"Is it off base if I say that you strike me as very mysterious?" I toss my hunch out there, he looks back at me when we reach valet.

"I'd like to see myself as more of the withdrawn type." He sticks out his hand, I grab it, it was soft, his fingers long and lanky. He led me a few steps ahead when a car pulls up, opening the passenger side door of a black matte Camero; with red interior. 'Nice pick y/n' I do a little jig of accomplishment and slight excitement before he hops in the sports car.

He pulls the car out of park speedily and drives out of the culdesac.

"What do you do for work, Hisoka?" I ask him, he glanced at me, a hand holding his chin while his elbow sits on the middle console.

"I dip into a little of everything, call me an opportunist." He simply answers. There was a big lie right there, I've been able to pick apart things being true or false since childhood; my tack record never really failing me, he didn't need to know that.

"I own an agency, if you were curious."

But he assumed this. He guessed it when he recalled your name during tonights convo, she owned an agency, more like a school for beginning nen users, she raked in millions a year. A firecracker, determined and strong willed woman she was.

"My, quite fascinating, you must be of some talent, yeah?" He asks, a little of a misogynist thing to ask but I quickly shake it off, Hisoka speeds down the highway and I look out the front window.

"I guess." I hum, I glance at his hands, they kinda made me excited- the size...

Minutes later we arrive at a gated neighborhood, he swings his car through the entrance of the gates and I become excited, finally I could really get fucked up.

"Aren't we a little too overdressed for a house party?" I chuckle, he pulls up the the front of the house.

"This isn't your average party babygirl, no one cares what you'll be wearing." Babygirl? A slight cringe at how loosely he used the word. I furrow my eyebrows, before being able to question him someone is swinging open my door along with the drivers side. It was elegant- he looked... so good.

"Not my average party hu-" my mouth falls open a little before I look at him. I knew these some of these people. It was packed. But Hisoka never stopped shuffling through the crowd, leading me down the few stairs and ignoring any welcomes that came his way.

We reach a basement door, he knocks twice before opening it and he lets me in. There were a bunch of couches, a TV, a bar, kitchen etcetera. Everyone looked like they were rolling, drunk maybe?

No. Not rolling on the floor literally. But rolling on some type of psychedelic, or shitfaced for sure. My heart falls in my throat, baffled.

"I don't get into this kinda thing." I nervously chuckle, stepping away from him, he frowns, lifting his hand to my shoulder, caressing it.

"You will soon." I smirks, grabbing my hand and leading me deeper into the foyer. I look around, it looked fun, I wanted to feel it but I would leave myself open to being taken advantage of.

"Drink?" Standing in front of the bar, he pours vodka into a glass, I smirk. ‘Who was this man?’ I liked him, I ignore my slight anxiousness.

"Mhh, gladly; thank you." I hum, taking it from him, right as I'm about to drink from the glass he stops me, covering the opening of the glass with his palm.

"You'll be very- what's the word? Hot, if you drink that by the way." Referencing to the drink, is that what he did for a living, reeled women in to sex them up on molly and champagne?

"You want to take care of me? Hot and bothered Mr. Morow?" I lean into him, his head slightly dipped down so he can hear me, in all honesty, I already was hot and bothered. His bloodlust licking all over my body and seeping into my pores, he smelled amazing, the tone of his voice got me stirring in my shoes.

I look up at him through my thick eyelashes and he bites down onto his lip in anticipation on what was to come.

"You wanna get me vulnerable?" I reach up and scissor the fold of his black blazer, stroking it slightly, "you wanna take advantage of me Hisoka? Coulda’ just told me what you wanted from the jump." There had to have been something in the air.

While on the other end of things, Hisoka’s breath was quickly sucked out in a bit of a shock. His heart thudding a little faster than usual; god he could tear you up.

“I’m stronger than you think I am Hisoka,” I giggle. I was, I was always on my A game.

“What kind of man would that make me y/n?” He smirks, pressing his cheek against mine and whispering, “if I wanted to take advantage of you, I would’ve torn you to pieces before we even got into my car.” I gulp and pull away from him slowly, mustering up the courage and taking a swig out of the cup and his eyes widen, I stop halfway down the drink and press him to drink the rest.

“Go on, drink it Hisoka, you wanted to get me fucked up.” I chuckle, he pushes the cup and pours his own.

“Drink all of it, you wont regret it.”

••

My head was spinning, the walls dipping in and out, swirling, my third eye was 100% open for sure. I sat on the ‘L’ shaped couch, Hisoka diagonal from me sitting comfortably on the corner, we didn’t really talk. Or maybe we were talking? I really was out of it. I didn’t pay attention to the other party goers, there were around 30 people down here.

While he looked over at the wall, I started deep into his soul. The more I looked at him the more I envisioned him on top of me in some dimly lit room.

“Hmm, y/n, if you keep looking at me like that who knows what I’ll end up doing to you.” My eyes quickly snap up to meet his own.

I was so empty headed I didn’t have the capability of feeling embarrassed.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Hisoka’s dick slighty twitched in his pants. He was already pussywhipped.

He needed you.

He looked at me seductively, eyes low. I bit on my bottom lip; a one night stand wouldn’t hurt. It’s been so long, although you were so intoxicated you had no idea how this would go, nonetheless feeling much more bold.

Hisoka was right, you were hot. Your body throbbing, everything was definitely more sensitive, tingling almost.

Hisoka was restless, he knew that he was going to make you his little plaything.

He couldn’t help it; standing, he taps on your shoulder and ushers you up, grabbing your elbow and slightly dragging you down the darkened hallway, it made you dizzy, your eyes spiraling and colors accentuated and it made you see new weird versions of colors, ‘is this real?’

He opens a door and flicks on the light, your eyes needing to adjust to the weird vibrating walls.

You weren’t able to talk much, everything sounded foreign when it left your lips, like a jumble of noises so you held back talking. He shuts the door quickly and walking back towards you, towering over your body. Your heals slip off your feet when Hisoka is pushing you onto the bed, your legs slightly falling open and you stare at him through your lashes, looking like a whore.

He leans over you, his knees pressed on either side of your own, pinning your wrists back above your head, you bite down onto your tongue. Leaning into you, he dives into your neck, bitting and gnawing at the bit. You breathe out a slight whimper; almost undetectable.

Senses heightened, you felt like you could taste him already. He nibbles and licks down the v line of your dress, he radiated a hot and intense vibe, you were stunned. You were also beyond horny.

Hisoka moves his knee up to your cunt, you gasp when he applies the littlest pressure. He pulls up and looks at you.

“I can feel your heartbeat on my knee.” He states, I blush and look away.

“That’s because I’m horny.” I admit, he smirks and uses one of his hands to tuck hair back.

“Are you now... what can we do about that?” He purrs, mouth pressed against your ear and you shivered. Tugging slightly against his grip, he releases you, your hands land on his chest, trailing down and unbuttoning the single button on his black blazer.

“No Hisoka, what are you going to do about that?” You send him a smug look and push him off you slightly, you felt confident so why not have a little more fun than usual.

“My my, are you insinuating you’re going to use me?”the undertone of sarcasm made you laugh, you push up onto your knees and he falls on his back.

“Mhm, I’m going to fuck you until all your kids are dumped into me.” Lifting up your dress slightly so you could straddle his waist, he stares at you with his tongue being pinched by his teeth.

You roll your hips as you tug apart the strings that kept your dress closed, watching him as you smirked, he picked up quickly what you were doing and bunched up your dress from your legs, slowly taking it off and over your body, throwing it to the side, he sits up; and since his legs still hung off the bad, this was easier for him to sit comfortably and as close to you as possible.

His hands tickle down your sides, ending up at your lower back as he pulls you into his grasp tightly, grinding against his dick in the process. You lean back slightly, pushing the blazer off of him and he shimmies it off, you start unbuttoning this shirt and his hands caress your butt, following your tailbone and gripping.

You push off his shirt and he was breathtaking. His toughly toned chest, hard as a rock. Abs galore, his shoulders broad and his biceps huge.

“Let me know when you’re done staring.” You roll your eyes and let him toss the shirt on the floor.

You were definitely disoriented, but aware enough to consent but you were 100% felt empty headed besides the fact you could smell colors. Neither was Hisoka, he looked at you while he sworn you were moving so much more slow, you weren’t; but he thought you were teasing him.

He moves his hands to explore your body, feeling your soft and warm skin. His hands knead your boobs, like it was something he’s never felt before.

You push yourself off of him, “stand up and get on the bed fully.” You demand, he stands, but before he can plop back down, you unclasp the button on his slacks, hesends you a smug glance, looking down at your small hands compared to his wide waist, he was going to absolutely fucking obliterate you and you had no idea.

“You won’t be in charge for long my love, but I suppose I’ll let you have your fun.” Hisoka whispers, you could’ve fallen apart right there, but you held it together for the sake of the challenge he bestowed upon you.

He tugs his slacks off and you watch him with puppy eyes, the air coming from his nose hitched, you didn’t even bother to look at how hard he was, while he stares down at you, your hand climbs the back of his neck, standing on your toes more to kiss him.

Once you guys find yourself deep in a messy make out session, he taps your ass so he can pick you up. You jump a little and wrap your legs around his hard waist, feeling so high up you didn’t even know if he was really this tall or if it could be being literally high off molly altered your state.

He drops down onto the bed, you gasp when his clothed dick slides across your clothed cunt, it sat against your stomach as you looked down and your eyes widen, looking at how... how fucking big he was.

He scooches back so his head upper body is against the headboard.

“You seem intimidated, are you scared I’ll break you?” The smug look on his face made you laugh.

“Nope.” You were lying right through your fucking teeth. You were terrified; his cock was fucking huge.

You roll circles against his throbbing cock as you both took turns sucking and biting on each others necks, he left strong hickies and bite marks all over your chest.

He was so close to coming which was extremely unlike him, he could last for so long and was pissed that the drugs were bringing him so close to the edge.

“I’m giving you a few more minutes before I’m taking control.” He hums, you allow him to take control prematurely.

“Take control of me now Hisoka.” You purr in his ear, he takes action, swiftly pushing you up and slipping your panties down your thighs and shoving you on your back so your head was on the pillows.

He rips your panties off, you kick them off your ankle and his hand trails up your abused chest, hand gripping your neck. You were seeing fucking stars, literally? You didn’t know you were so high; but you did notice the peak was slowly ending.

You stick your hand down and it falls into the waistband of his boxers, he grabs your wrist and throws it back at you. “Don’t touch me.” He snarled, knowing it sounded rude, this was only because he was so close to nutting that if she even do much as stroked him he’d bust.

He tugs at his boxers and while your swollen lips and sliding his tongue in your mouth, you feel his sly hand rubbing your thigh and opening it, his hand grabs the headboard and the other one is holding your thigh open widely.

“You gonna let me put it in?” You whisper a little sassy, he looks at you with mean- intense eyes.

“My love, you won’t be able to as much move when I’m done with you, keep the attitude to a minimum.” He growls, your leg wrapping around his back and as he pins your thigh down, Hisoka knowing you were about to attempt to slam your legs closed.

He slowly slides into your dripping pussy. All he could think about was being enveloped in your hot walls. Savoring the feeling, he had enough self control to slowly enter into you. Your eyebrows furrowing and your mouth falling open, you watch him slowly fill you up.

You couldn’t even think of words, or noises for that matter, your brain drowning in loud red colors and your eyes were only looking at him, you didn’t even know what the room around you looked like. You were spinning, your body felt like it was trembling and twitching. He gives a tiny thrust to finish filling you up and your legs jolt, attempting to squeeze shut when he hits your cervix. It hurt so bad, you wince and your eyes screw shut.

He on the other hand was captivated by your beautiful body and scent, he couldn’t wait to watch you fall apart and drip cum all over him.

Hisoka pulls back, the pain making things feel a little more real; you look into his eyes, his golden eyes, pupils dilated from the drug- as he swears he can feel every nerve in your twitching cunt. Lowly, he lets out a little chuckle before yanking your leg up further and he picks up the pace, it was so sensual. You never made love but if it was anything like this and you didn’t even know the man? This was a culture shock.

You glance up at his bicep, trailing up towards the headboard, his hand clenches tighter on the headboard, you see him begin to white-knuckle the wood and your eyes widen, glancing at him. Seconds later, he has your face twisting into immense pleasure when the pace picks up, he releases your thigh from his grasp and grabs your throat, leaning in and licking slowly down your jawline, the pounding of his cock into your pussy feeling euphoric, your head spun, lacking oxygen, still high, you can tell he had finished his peak, his thrusts becoming more stable.

The snapping of Hisoka’s hips, you were finally able to get the clogged up moans that begged to come out. Finally, when he heard your moan, he began sweating. His hair becoming a little slick, falling down to his shoulders.

“O-h my god.” You groan, your stomach tightening, you wrap your arm around his neck and his flexed arm hold him up neck to your head.

“You want me to fuck you harder pretty girl?” Hisoka grunts, you let out a whine, fingers intertwining into the hair at his scalp.

“Yes please.” You mewl; this is was his moment to really get down to business, he pushes off the rattling headboard. He swiftly gets off of you, but roughly shoving you by your shoulder onto your hands and knees, he rips your arms from underneath you, causing you to fall harshly into the bed; holding them tight while he reaches off the side of the bed and picks up his tie.

His dick sitting pretty between your ass cheeks- hard as a rock, he ties you up. You bite down on your bottom lip, almost sad you couldn’t rub your hands all over him and touch him.

“God, your pussy is so pretty.” He mumbles, pulling your cheeks opposite from each other so he can get the view of the pretty cunt he was about to tear up. He spits onto your already dripping pussy before quickly picking up where he left off, the difference being he didn’t hesitate to pound hard into your cervix. You let out a screech and attempt to move away but he grounds your hips and gives you strong thrusts, not holding back, Hisoka disregarding your little screams from the pain.

“Does that hurt? You’re so fucking tight; no wonder it hurts so bad.” He grits, angrily fucking me. You become more and more vocal, screaming into the mattress. You pleaded for him to untie you.

“Y-you’re fucking ruthless H-Hisoka,” you moan between thrusts, he chuckles.

Hisoka was so close to coming, it took him more willpower then he’d like to admit. He brings his hand up and slams it down onto your ass. The slap ringing through the room.

You let out a throaty groan, tears soaking the bedsheet from your eyes. You had gotten used to the pain, but he filled every crevice in your pussy, you could feel absolutely everything, from his veins to his cock twitching.

You’re so close to releasing, his name falling out of your mouth incoherently and swears following the screams. Hisoka groaned and held down your arch so he could drill into you. You screamed, for mercy? His dick nor himself cared how bad far he was reaching. He brings his hand down again into a hard slap, you cry out and moan. He loved it, encouraging him to go faster. “My god, princess, you enjoy me hurting you with my cock and my hand? What else can I do to you?” You whine and you feel your juices drip down your thigh, you can came and didn’t even know it. Hisoka pulls out and listens to you moan, groan and cry while your legs shake and smirks.

“Untie me please, Hisoka I need to touch you.” You whine, he rubs your ass.

“Hmm well, I could, but I won’t.” He yanks you up by the hair and hair hand runs down your throat, your throat was dry, makeup running down your flustered face. He could come just looking at your face. He never felt that way before, it had to be the heightened senses from the drugs.

He sits against the headboard once again and without untying you he pulls you by your thighs and slowly pushes you down onto his cock. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, hissing when he grabs you by the hips and shoved himself into you.

He stares at your pretty lace bra and disheveled face as he bounces you up and down, your mouth forming a perfect ‘o’, practically going cross eyes he was reaching so deep into you. “Y-you’re so big.” You whine, unable to look into his eyes because you could barely keep them open.

“You’re taking my cock so well.” His chest riding and falling, it wasn’t as fast as he liked but he knew he was filling you up as much as he could, fitting his cock into your pussy as he pleased.

He flexed his back, lifting you still and snapping his hips into you. You practically collapse, hair sticking to your forehead and drool coming from your mouth. You scream and your legs begin to quiver.

“A-Ah! I need to pee” You wail as you feel another orgasm wash over your body, he doesn’t slow down but he remains at the same speed, only making the orgasm stronger, he moves a hand and rubs your bud in a pressurized circular motion. A mixture of piss and cum gushes out of your beaten pussy and you have no control of your body, falling forward onto his shoulder and he catches you.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, not stopping you even whilst releasing. He was so thrilled seeing you squirt all over him. Smirking slyly.

“Do you want me to fill you with my seed pretty girl? Have my kids pour out of that tight little pussy?” He grits, moving you back down onto your back and pulling up your numb legs. He needed to come in you now. Drilling into you like no tomorrow. You begged for him to untie you again and again.

He didn’t listen, brutally fucking you. Fucking you so hard your walls clenched so hard he could barely reach as deep. He was so close, Hisoka panting as he begins feeling dizzy, his dick twitched before abruptly stopping, slowly thrusting after a moment, hitched breathing and sweat dripping into your crunched up stomach.

Coincidentally, the slow thrusts made you orgasm again, convulsing and your muscles twitching as you both chased one of the strongest climax you’ve each had. Sniffling and trying to stop the tears, your ass and pussy still twitching as he pulled out of you, he stared sensually at your cunt, watching his own seed spill out of you.

After a few moments, he stops himself from falling in love with your cunt that he just stretched out to fit his desire. He lifted you up by the tied arm and slipped his tie off your wrists, setting you free.

Before you’re able to do anything, he runs his fingers up your slit slowly and carefully, picking up both of your cum, he lifts his hand and grabs your jaw, you instantly open your mouth and stick your tongue out, he sticks his two fingers down your throat and you suck on them, swallowing some of his seed. “Good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you.”

You wipe under your eyes and he smirks.

“We could stay here for the night, or we can go back to my place?” He hums in question. You just drop your back onto the bed. Trying to compose yourself.

“Yeah.” You sigh, panting slightly, he hands you his shirt and you slip it on and button it up.

This was the first time you were now looking around to see where you were, the high slowly reaching an end. You wondered what time it was, hoping to find a clock. Hisoka looks at his phone, ‘1:30am’ it read. He and you had both taken the drug at 9.

He slips on his pants and opens the foreign closet, he didn’t know what to find but when he saw a black t shirt he took it and slipped it on, it fit. He snoops through the closet and tries to find pants for you. He sees a pair of basketball shorts and tosses them towards you, you catch them and try to move as little as possible.

He sees you struggle to put them on and smiles, biting his tongue to prevent him from saying something arrogant. He was so fucking tickled that he fucked your legs into becoming numb and paralyzed.

He steps over at you and crouches down, he grabs the waistband and slips them over your legs. He should’ve warned you his dick would hurt you so bad, but he was so high he didn’t even think to mention it. Hisoka takes your hand and gently leads you to your feet. You feel like your organs had been shifted and you felt empty and cold.

As you and him quietly make your way through the house, people still resides there and the music was as loud as when you first arrived, no one really paid you any mind; which surprised you because your hair was a rats nest and you looked homeless. Barefoot, you and him walk to his car, more like limped.

“I feel like I’ve been split in half.” You mumble as Hisoka helps you into the car, he chuckles. While shutting the door and quickly making his way to the drivers side, he slides in and instantly starts the car.

He begins to drive down the road and out of the gated neighborhood, he puts his hand on your trembling thigh, glancing over at your wrecked face.

“My love, just wait til’ you see what I have waiting for you when we get home.”

[quickspinner]

S4E1 Truth Reactions

Just a reminder, you can filter #quickrants if you don’t want to see this kind of thing.

So...I’m not that upset.  I think I’m in the minority here, but clearly my expectations were sufficiently low and I’m really mostly okay with it. I wanted one thing out of this episode, for them to not screw up Luka’s character, and I got that. 

There’s a lot of things I’m not happy about, but all indications from early on were that they were going to break the ship up way sooner than we expected, so I kind of had time to make my peace with that. I just wanted them to keep Luka’s character intact, and for him and Marinette to part on good terms so that we can HC that they get together later when they are both more mature.

The things that I didn’t like were so typical that they didn’t even bother me that  much:

Literally every character they could possibly shoehorn in saying “Marinette is in love with Adrien Agreste” (however, note, that while every other character was talking about Adrien, aside from that first convo, Marinette was not)

Adrien didn’t even show up and it was all about him, from the rambly confusion in Marinette’s bedroom, to Luka saying “hey, if you’re still in love with Adrien, I’ll understand.” 

Chat Noir saying he would never force a secret from Ladybug when the entire episode Siren exists. I mean, regardless of how you feel about Chat’s behavior in that episode...he was trying to force the issue. If not from Ladybug, then to get Ladybug’s secret from Plagg, all without being akumatized. 

The biggest issue I have with the episode is the way they shoehorned the Couffaine family drama into it, which meant that neither plot thread got the attention it needed/deserved, and as a result, they had to skip over a lot of stuff, and the entire narrative of the episode was choppy. Would it have been that hard to have a few episodes leading up to this where we saw Marinette ditching Luka on dates, instead of cramming it all into one montage of pain? And we’re really going to go from Jagged saying that he basically ditched his family for no good reason, into Luka hugging him and letting him be the dad-comforter at the end of the ep? AND WHAT ABOUT JULEKA? Does she just not count because she’s a girl and men only care about their sons? Astruc just doubled down on the twin thing on Twitter, but we’re not even going to address that at all? 

That whole thing should have been dealt with in another episode; Luka could have found out in this one, and then we could have seen him approaching Jagged as a civilian later (maybe we’ll still see this, but I don’t have any faith it will happen) to work it all out. 

I admit I kinda screamed when Anarka said it, though. I didn’t think they would ever confirm it on air. The way it was handled, though, ugh. Jagged really comes off like a deadbeat jerk and then he just, what? Gets forgiven for no reason? After he wrote a song called “My Guitar Is My Only Family”???? 

Also, the episode as a whole was visually really ugly, and Luka really got the worst of it. Like, yikes. I don’t know why they went full on Lord of the Rings with the special effects, either, can’t you make a character look shocked without inverting the entire background? Multiple times? 

Side note: can I just say how hilarious I find it that Hawkmoth repaired the peacock Miraculous with a 50 cent pin back from Joanne’s and by saying “Repair yourself!” Just...so ridiculous.

There were a lot of things I liked.

The sincerity of the movie date. Marinette may have flaked big time not remembering it, but once they actually got out together, away from other influences, they were having so much fun! Going to see a movie they knew was terrible because they both love Jagged so much! I have hearts in my eyes. They were super cute! Their lyric guessing contest! They way they were so focused on each other and having fun. Marinette’s cute way of giving him his gift for ‘winning’ the contest, and Luka using their lyric game to ask for a kiss, and having that cute little nervous look before he really went for it. I’m gonna be watching that scene like a billion times. 

My heart broke for both of them when Marinette kept running off. I like that they made it clear that this was an ongoing thing. That one moment of Luka being snarky and upset that she didn’t come to the concert just hurt that much more because he’s normally so calm. It really hurt when he didn’t get excited that she finally arrived.

But what happened after that was so Luka. He didn’t get sulky and passive aggressive. He didn’t get upset with her in front of everybody. He took her somewhere private, somewhere that was important to him, and he gave her context for how he was feeling by sharing something private about himself, and he asked her as gently as possible what was going on. I think it’s telling that he made a point of letting her know that he was okay with it if she was still hung up on Adrien.  All he really wanted from her was confirmation that she was committed to this relationship, because after being ditched so many times it’s natural to start questioning whether she was really ready for this, and he didn’t want to be pressuring her into something. He just wanted her to tell him the truth. I think the parallel he gave her was nice, too; not only was he sort of letting her know he maybe has some abandonment issues that are making this hard for him, he’s giving her an opening to admit that she gets overwhelmed for whatever reason and that she ditches him to go hide and collect herself. In spite of all the things he is clearly feeling, he’s so careful with her, and it shows even more when he’s fighting his akumatization. Because his feelings are that she should tell him, that she should trust him, and he’s hurt that she doesn’t, but what he says, and what his behavior backs up, is that you can’t force the truth out of people (nice callback to Silencer there, where Ladybug said something similar about forcing someone to tell the truth is meaningless). He wants to believe that Marinette trusts him and has a good reason for not telling him; he wants to believe that if he can make her feel safe enough she’ll choose to confide in him. Poor guy is just trying to understand without spilling his bad feelings all over her. That’s really the core of what I like about Luka; he’s thoughtful, respectful, and gentle, but he confronts issues head on. He did it in Silencer, he did it in Felix, he did it in Miracle Queen, each time getting right to the heart of what Marinette was having trouble saying without putting pressure on her to admit anything she wasn’t ready for her. That’s what I was really, really scared of losing in this episode and I am just over the moon that they handled it so well. 

The akuma is another story, but akumas are akumas. Those where his emotions without control and I’m not upset about that. Both of Luka’s akumas were about anger and powerlessness. 

I feel deeply cheated that we didn’t get any kind of scene of Luka coming back to the boat, and Anarka having to tell him again about Jagged because he doesn’t remember, but she said it in front of everyone (including Juleka) so there’s no way to keep it a secret anymore. The cut to the breakup scene on the bridge was just so abrupt, and there was so much that should have happened between that that we should have seen.

I would have liked to have seen Marinette finding him, and asking if he’s okay, and giving him a little sympathy before finally giving him the honesty he asked for. Even when she tries to say it, that she can’t give him the relationship he deserves right now (and I’m eternally grateful that she didn’t lie to him and tell him that it actually was because of Adrien), Luka makes a choice. He closes his eyes as he hugs her (which I think is significant, given the whole third-eye imagery of Truth) and he doesn’t make her say it. Honestly, I usually feel gross about using the word ‘deserved’ in relationships, but I think it’s justified here--he deserved for her to look him in the eye and tell him that she couldn’t be with him. But he didn’t make her do it. He wasn’t angry at her, and they didn’t part with bad feelings, and he was Luka right up until the end.

Maybe it’s sad that that’s as much as I felt could be reasonably hoped for in this episode, but there it is. I’m not happy, but I’m satisfied.

[kithtaehyung]

RYEN?! oh my heart is so full its beating so fast?!

first off, I understand how yn feels when her friends tell her yoongi misses her, she knows but she chooses to have doubt. it’s hard to not have doubt in anything when you’re in a very tight situation! she’s an overthinker like me and I completely love her for that because it makes me feel less lonely 😭🤍 and the part where she was talking how it still would’ve been difficult if they were both together because people would give weird looks and bring up yoongi’s past hookups is so relatable, poor yn i wish them both the best :(

second, WOW what a plotwist .. did not expect any of that dude threat shit, and him being the same man from dalo? GOODNESS you are a genius in your writing! when yn started recapping moments where jimin and yoongi were being careful, my brain exploded from realization.

third, THE SMUT SCENE MY GOODNESS. when yn was being bold and said vulgar things I felt like I was yoongi at that moment because it got me screaming and the things yoongi said back made me MELT. these two are the best fuck duo change my mind.

fourth, DID YOU PLAN THIS WHOLE ENTIRE STORY OUT? I felt like I connected so many dots after reading this chapter. also! what did the dalo man exactly say when he was threatening yn? if we’re gonna find out soon then ill wait 😇 however I have a feeling that they weren’t so nice..

and last but not least, yn and bro’s sibling dynamic is so wholesome. im happy that its a sibling relationship where both are getting along but isn’t the most PERFECT relationship. it’s obvious that they have some flaws, but they’re able to recover from it sooner or later 🥹

CHEERS TO ANOTHER AMAZING CHAPTER,

- 🍷

WINEEEEE omg thank you so much, babe!! You read the chapter already?? I’m honored and I love absolutely all of what you had to say, damn.

3tan is here to remind overthinkers that they aren’t alone, honestly🥺💕 And that there are people out there that will love and understand them no matter what. I’m glad it’s still relatable because I would need to have so many convos before my second guessing and doubt is really squashed🤕Especially if there’s past relationship trauma to deal with, too. 

SCREAM I’m glad the twist was a surprise!! Now everything is a lot different, huh? Whew, I’ve been wanting to reveal this since forever but I had to be super patient. Just imagining Yoongi being a silent but protective figure… Yeah. I wanted to show y’all that side of 3tan Yoongi so badly. For MONTHS‼️ I did plan that aspect out but still allowed myself enough freedom to build organically around it. I just knew to keep the backstory in mind while writing Stay through Dalo.

READER BEING VULGAR >>>>> honestly I don’t know if I wanted to be her or Yoongi in that scenario because LMAO??? FCK?? I can just imagine his reaction and I’m crumbling again.. The second he gets his chance…….. I dunno if we are prepared for that🥴🥴🥴

And I was wanting to show y’all the sibling dynamic for awhile now, too. It’s refreshing to finally work with bro and his mark on the storyline! We’ll see a lot more of him down the line so I hope you enjoy that, too🍊💕 THANK YOUUUU this was such great commentary!

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part II/VII)

"candy floss"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @leovaldez37 @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: grief, feels, brief mention of Fred x Reader ig?

A/N: I decided to name the parts bc why the fuck not so keep an eye on the titles 👀. This story is based off this convo and these headcanons. If you wanna be tagged in the next parts tell me, and enjoy <3

Prologue :the aftermath

Part I : sleepless nights

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

The moment the last group of customers decided it was time to call it a day and exited the shop, I left the till counter and grabbed my wand from my pocket, instantly turning the sign in the door so it could be read from outside 'closed'.

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against the multicolored wooden rail.

I was drained.

The shop helped our minds to get distracted and stray from the grief, yes, but it was also exhausting.

We had been subconsciously overworking ourselves to the point where it was borderline self-destructive.

It didn't help that I was throwing myself into comforting George, either. I could not be blamed for doing that, though; he was broken.

A part of me, the rational one, knew he would pick up the pieces and build himself up again, it would just take a lot of time.

There was another part of me, though, that depressed, drained part, that was beginning to think he would never heal by himself —maybe he wouldn't heal at all— but still held onto the hope that, if I tried hard enough, I would be able to mend what had been broken in him.

A terrible idea, really, because I started to dismiss in its entirety my own miserable, damaged state.

And George, ever the caring, sensible one, would have noticed that; he would have made me realize I was not doing nearly as well as I thought, he would have talked some sense into me, but he wouldn't— he couldn't, because George was lost in an ocean of grief, trying so hard not to drown that he wasn't able to notice I was trying to aid him from my very own sinking boat.

It also seemed to be working; he was more animated, slept more soundly, and his smile was a bit brighter even —at least the one he had for me.

"Rough day?" My eyes, which I didn't know I had closed, fluttered open at George's voice.

"Very."

He walked to me with a tinge of guilt in his face. "You know we can switch places, right?" I had been working as the public face of the shop since we had reopened, and George had taken on the task of doing the paperwork and shippings instead, showing up from time to time to help me and to let people know there was still a Weasley running the business.

I had been the one to suggest this, since I knew George had compromised with reopening only because of me, and he was clearly not ready to put up a sociable, positive attitude for dozens of people every day.

"Nah, it's fine like this." I assured him with a reassuring smile.

He measured me with his eyes for a second; I couldn't really tell if he saw through me or not. "So I was preparing the today's shippings," he rocked a tiny purple basket I quickly recognised in front of me. "I found this in the back of the stockroom."

"Are those—?"

"Candy floss cupcakes, yes." A year and a half ago we had bought five baskets of candy floss cupcakes from Honeydukes per George's request in order to unsuccessfully try and implement them.

"Are they even edible anymore?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope so?" He chuckled too, tearing the film covering the sweets. "Thought we might as well finish them."

My eyes travelled from the basket to him and viceversa before stating, "well I'm hungry so..."

"Same here." He was the first one to pull out a pastel colored cupcake, though he handed it to me. "Wanna get food poisoning together?" Laughing, I gave him a nod as he grabbed his own cupcake. "At the count of three?"

"One"

"Two"

"Three." We said in unison right before taking a bite of our respective madeleines.

I frowned at its surprisingly good flavour. "Am I delirious or are they actually edible?"

"Dunno," he shoved the rest of his cupcake into his mouth with a shrug. "maybe we're just starving."

"Go big or go home, I guess." I finished my cupcake before leaning on the basket to pick another one. My head snapped up with my brow quirked when I heard a soft chuckle. "What?"

"Nothing." George shook his head, motioning at the stairs. "Shall we sit down?" I followed his lead, sitting on the stairs and waiting for him, who had stepped towards the drinks aisle to grab a couple of juice bottles, to do the same.

We stayed there, eating and drinking in a comfortable silence until the basket was empty and our eyelids threatened to shut.

"I think we should head back to the flat." He spoke, leaving the half empty juice aside so he could stretch.

"I'm gonna learn how to cook." I stated, getting up. "We can't get by based on most likely expired sweets and whatever is in the Leaky Cauldron menu."

"Aight." He mimicked my actions, picking up the stuff we left on the stairs. "We will learn the basics tomorrow." He got behind me and began to gently push in the flat's direction. "But now we're gonna get some sleep, miss."

I would be lying if I said my heartbeat didn't pick up when his hands landed on my shoulder blades and made their way to rub both my arms reassuringly.

I would be lying if I denied I leaned back when he did that, letting myself get closer to his chest.

And I would definitely be lying if I said I didn't crave going back to my room so I could cuddle him all night.

One Week Later

"—right in the cauldron, love." I pointed at the cauldron besides me, giving a sweet smile to the kid in front of me, visibly going to be sick thanks to the free sample of Skiving Snackboxes.

"Y/n!" I spun around at the loud calling of my name above the shop's racket. I was able to discern a long, red mane flowing fast towards my position right on time for the owner to wrap her arms around me.

"Glad to see you too, Ginny." I laughed, trying not to lose balance due to her enthusiasm. "How come you're here?" I questioned, pulling away.

"We heard you were open." Harry walked up to me, appearing from behind the girl, "And thought we'd pay a visit to our friends, right?" Ginny nodded, looking around while Harry gave me a quick, yet comforting hug. "Where's George?"

I motioned up to the small office, redirecting the couple's eyes to the second floor. "Doing paperwork—AH!" I jolted when a pair of hands tickled my sides, my head snapping to see the towering ginger standing behind me. "Speaking of the devil."

"I thought I saw Gin through the window," George explained, his hands lingering on my waist for long enough to his sister to stare, before pulling Ginny into a tight hug. "And came down to check if she was distracting my employee."

"You got her all bored here, mate." Harry pointed out, a light joking tone in his voice.

"And you're the one supposed to help with that?" George rolled his eyes dramatically. "Pfft... What a world we live in." With the said, he gave the boy a side hug. I heard Harry murmur an 'We missed you' before they pulled away with a pat on the shoulder.

My gaze landed on the youngest Weasley, whose welled up eyes were trained on her older brother's half smile. I only averted my eyes and waited for her to discreetly wipe away the unspilled tears while Harry and George catched up.

By the letters she had sent me, I reckoned the last time she had been near George, he had been lifeless; seeing a glimpse of who was once one of the most cheerful, funny and charismatic people in her life, was probably poignant to Ginny.

I hadn't realized she had moved closer until I didn't hear her soft voice. "Thank you." I offered her a confused smile, though deep down I knew what she meant.

Two Days Later

George was having one of those days.

We both knew it was coming soon; it had to happen sooner rather than later, since he had been in a surprisingly good mood for almost a week. I suspected seeing Harry and Ginny had brought back the events of the Second of May.

I suggested to close the shop for the day, since he was unable to move out of bed; he refused to do so, but I convinced him to stay in the flat and rest —it was Tuesday, anyway; I wouldn't have to handle many customers.

Due to that, when I saw Hermione, Ron, Bill and Fleur entered the shop, it was understandable that I hadn't become the happiest person in the world.

I greeted them, there were hugs, kisses, and even a joke or two, and when Bill asked about George, I excused him without giving much detail.

They understood.

Fleur was the one to restart the conversation, lightening a bit before requesting a tour for the shop, since she had not yet been there.

It was when we reached the love potions that Hermione, using the fact that Fleur was very much interested in the product, held my hand and pulled me aside.

"So... how are you doing?" The frown in her face, the fact that she was whispering, the squeeze her hand gave mine, let me know she had read me the moment her eyes met mines.

I sighed with a shrug.

"You can tell me." Could I? "No one's asking you to put on a happy face, Y/n." The girl assured me, her eyes digging into mines. "It's not just George, we all lost—" she shook her head at her own words before correcting herself. "you lost him too."

I lost him too.

I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering.

The memory of Fred's broken smile as his corpse laid on the stretcher, that memory that haunted my dreams, appeared vividly before my eyes.

My lips started to burn with the ghost of that kiss he gave me before we split up, him with Percy and me with George; it hadn't been meant to be a goodbye kiss. It was meant to be a good luck kiss.

I covered my mouth to muffle a sob, and Hermione's arms were quick to be wrapped around me, reassuringly rubbing my back.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I saw them entering from Y/n's balcony; I wasn't emotionally ready to face them all at the same time, but when I didn't see them exit, I figured Y/n hadn't been able to dismiss them.

I decided I owed to them all to bite the bullet, so I threw on a shirt and the first trousers I grabbed, cleaned up a bit and left the flat.

With a deep breath, I made it to the second floor and mentally prepared myself to go down to the first one.

As I began to climb down, though, I noticed Hermione and Y/n talking in private, closer than the others to the stairs.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but all my senses were automatically focused on Y/n whenever we were in the same room; she just stole me away from reality.

"You lost him too."

Hermione's words visibly triggered something on Y/n.

'Something', as if I didn't know what they had triggered, as if I didn't know what— who was on her mind.

I guess he was always on her mind, though.

What was left of my heart shattered in a million pieces when she broke down to tears —for several reasons—. "I miss him." She whispered in Hermione's shoulder. "I miss him so much."

If I had any tears left, I would have cried my eyes out right there. Had I been so selfish that I had disregarded how she was feeling? So blinded by the light and love and warmth she was constantly giving me that I had forgotten about her grief? Was I that bad of a person, that I would have rather live in the illusion that she had not lost the boy she was dating?

My mind told me I didn't want any of those questions answered.

"George!" As Ron yelled my name in surprise, Hermione and Y/n pulled away, the latter rubbing her eyes while both of my brothers jogged upstairs to hug me. "Ginny told us you're open—"

"But Y/n said you weren't feeling well." Bill finished, squeezing my shoulder. "We only stayed a little longer for Fleur to see the shop."

"Yeah, we'll come back tomorrow," Ron assured me. "So you can rest and..."

My brother's voice sounded further and further with each word; I felt myself drifting off, getting lost in my own mind and gravitating towards the same thought over and over.

She deserves better.

[myearts-uwu]

Goodbye kiss

I never shut up about this AU where Myra is a baker in Obelia who takes care of Anastacius who just got stabby stab stabbed by Claude on Wattpad, I decided to leave random ideas of this AU here :D

For a better understanding on as to why Myra knows Anastacius’ identity as well as WMMAP being a fictional story, it’s because she’s self aware that she is only a fictional character who was created by her own creator. And for whatever reason, her creator just decided to plop her into Obelia, five years before the main story actually took place. Coincidentally, she was plopped into Obelia a few months before Claude overthrew his brother.

I really wanna write a few ideas I have about Anastacius having to leave Myra, the bakery and, well, Obelia’s main city to travel to a neighbouring kingdom in order to focus on his and Aeternitas’ future plans.

Because according to his ancestor, that girl and the friends Anastacius befriended are a liability to him, for they had made him gone... soft.

So anyway! If you wanna read the short rough draft that I have for this departure, feel free to read!

Ps: The convo may be a bit awkward but there’s just so many I want to include that I don’t know which to use and which to cut.

  Anastacius sneakily tiptoed down the staircase and made his way to the kitchen, a suitcase filled with his clothes and other personal belongings in his hand. The plan was to escape through the backdoor of the bakery so he can stealthily escape with no witnesses catching him.

  He wore a dark hooded cloak over his simple travel clothes, making him harder to be seen by the townspeople as he escapes in the middle of the night.

  After he entered the kitchen that had been cleaned by him and Myra earlier after closing, Anastacius had already unlocked the backdoor and was already about to leave when...

  “Sir Anna?”

  Anastacius froze, his right foot already out of the bakery. When he turned around, he saw Myra entering the kitchen while yawning out loud, which made him want to yawn as well.

  “Miss... Myra.” Anastacius glanced at the open door and was already preparing on booking it. “Is there a reason why you’re up so late? You should be asleep. After all, the bakery is going to be really busy tomorrow morning.”

  “I’m the one who should be asking you that question,” Myra mumbled while rubbing her eyes. When her eyes could see things clearer in the dark, she noticed Anastacius wearing simple travel clothes with the hooded cloak. And the suitcase... And the opened back door.

  It didn’t take long for her to realise what was going on.

  “You’re leaving already huh, Sir Anna?”

  Anastacius grimaced slightly. It was evident in her tone of voice that she’s understood what was happening despite being in a drowsy state. “No,” he lied. “I was just getting some fresh air outside, that’s all.”

  Myra smiled at him and shook her head. “You don’t have to lie. I knew this day would come sooner or later, anyway.”

  That was surprising. Did she knew about his plan to escape this whole time?

  “You... You knew?”

  “You’re going on a long journey soon, right?” Myra grabbed a small picnic basket and placed it on the kitchen table. “You’re going to be hungry if you’re going away for a long time. Do you have some extra money with you?”

  “Thanks to Andrei’s generousity, I have saved up most of my money and it’s safely stashed in this suitcase. And...”

  Anastacius watched silently as Myra picked out some random bread and other baked goods that were leftovers from today and placed them all in the basket. He started to become more confused when she took out random ingredients to make a few sandwiches. 

  “What are you doing?” he asked while approaching her.

  “Hm?” Myra looked up at Anastacius and smiled. “I’m making sandwiches, of course. For you,” she explained. “Believe it or not, I have been on long travels myself before meeting you and just so you know, being in the middle of a long journey with an empty stomach is never fun.”

  After wrapping the sandwiches up in parchment paper and placing them all in the picnic basket, she placed a picnic blanket over the food and gave the basket to Anastacius.

  “This may not be much, but it will last you a few days, I think.”

  Anastacius looked at the basket and looked at Myra again. “... You’re... not going to stop me from leaving?” he asked.

  Myra smiled. “Now, why would I do something like that?” she asked back. “It’s clear that you have something really important to do and I don’t want to hold you back.”

  Anastacius let her hook her arm around and his as they walked towards the open back entrance. “You seem... really calm about this. Have you always known that me leaving would happen eventually?”

  “You were only here because you almost died if it weren’t for me saving you from the cold dark alleyway back then. You’re basically my patient and, just like every other patient, you’re going to be discharged tonight,” Myra said before letting out a sigh. “Can you believe that it has been almost a year since we first met? How time flies...”

  “... Yes. Time really does past by so fast without us realising,” Anastacius mumbled. Myra stopped at the door and let him walk out of the bakery. “Well... I guess this is goodbye for now.”

  “It sure is,” Myra said. She went on her tippy toes and pulled the hood of the cloak over Anastacius’ head to hide his face better. “It’s a pleasure knowing you, Sir Anna. Wherever you may be in this journey, I will always be praying for your safety.”

  “... Is that how you’re saying goodbye, Miss Myra?”

  “Hm?”

  Anastacius had an unreadable expression on his face as he put his suitcase and picnic basket on the ground and walked up to her who had to crane her head up to look at him.

  “You’re not going to beg for me to stay?” he asked. “You’re not going to ask me why I’m leaving?” He combed his fingers through her brown hair. “Are you not sad that I’m probably leaving you, Andrei and everyone in this town for good?” he held her face by the chin, forcing her to look at him directly in the eye. “Do you not want to know how hard it actually is for me to leave this old bakery behind... because of you?”

  “... What?”

  If it weren’t for him concealing his eye colour, Anastacius’ jewelled blue eyes would have been glowing underneath the moonlight.

  “Sir... Anna?” Myra’s voice was weak.

  “I thought I can leave this place without feeling sentimental... but I suppose I got too attached over something,” Anastacius admitted while caressing Myra’s cheek. “Or rather... someone.”

  “Sir Anna.”

  “My whole life. Everything I ever wanted was given to me. Every materialistic thing you can think of.”

  Myra didn’t say a word when Anastacius leaned in closer to her face.

  “But it’s a shame that there’s something I want and desire so badly in front of me... and I can’t bring her along with me in my travels.”

  “What... are you saying- Hm?!”

  Before Myra could ask him anything, Anastacius pressed his lips against hers. He held her by the waist and pulled her closer to him, deepening their kiss. She tried to push him away but... this warm embrace... that she’d never feel again once he leaves...

  She didn’t want this to end.

  Myra gasped out loud and took a step back as she panted, her cheeks burning red. “You... Why... Sir Anna?”

  Anastacius picked up his travelling luggage and looked back at her one last time. “Thank you, Miss Myra. For everything you’ve done for me.”

  With that, he walked away from her and the bakery without looking back once.

[erin-bo-berin]

Drunken Words

MASTERLIST

Seems like its been forever since I’ve posted a fluff! This wasn’t really a request, but after a convo with an anon who popped up in my ask, this little fic came to be. It’s a little shorter than most of my fics, but I think it suits the purpose. It’s short, sweet and to the point. Hope you all enjoy! Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 1,524

Cheers and laughter filled the night air, music accompanying the happy sounds.

You took another drink of your champagne, the carbonated bubbles tickling your nose. You were already on your third glass of it, but it was a celebration, so no big deal.

One of your best friends Jennifer Jareau had finally married the love of her life, Will LaMontagne Jr. You couldn’t be more happy for them. They’d been together for over five years, been parents to their amazing little boy named Henry for four years and now they were tying the knot. They were a great couple.

You took a large swallow of your alcohol, your head buzzing since the middle of your second glass.

“What are you waiting for, girly?” Penelope Garcia twirled by you, in the arms of Derek Morgan, “Come dance already!”

You laughed, shaking your head, grabbing another glass of champagne after you finished your previous one. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” a slightly slurring Spencer Reid, meandered up to you.

You giggled, your head now swimming more than before. Apparently, you were drunker than you thought.

“And how much have you had, mishter?” you slurred, yourself.

“Two glasses,” he grinned, proudly.

“I saw you stumble over your own feet just ten minutes ago.”

He waved a hand, loosely.

“No big deal. Come on, wanna dance?”

“With you as drunk as you are? Psh no way.”

“Too bad,” he giggled, pulling you out to the dance floor, causing you to deposit your glass on the nearest passing surface.

“I wasn’t done with that,” you pouted.

“You can get another one later, Y/N,” he said, moving to the fast paced song.

Your hips swayed to the song as he twirled you quite literally around the dance floor. It did nothing for your already spinning head, but you were laughing and smiling so hard, that you didn’t want to stop.

“You’re cute when you smile,” he chuckled.

His hand was on your back and you were pulling him by his hands to dance to the next song.

“You’re cute in a tux.”

“Maybe I should wear them to work more often,” he joked.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

The alcohol was making your tongue loose and your inhibitions around your friend and coworker disappear.

“You’re cute,” he grinned.

“You’re cuter,” you chuckled, booping his nose and giggling.

The DJ decided to take a break and of course, that was when you and Spencer decided to fetch you both more alcohol.

“Yo, PG! Can I get a shot for myself and my lady here?” Spencer hollered.

You had to stifle your laugh with your hand at Garcia’s startled look.

“How much has he had to drink?” you heard Morgan mumble, “I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Neither have I,” Garcia mumbled back.

She poured two shots and handed them to Spencer. He handed one to you and clinked his shot glass against yours.

Throwing it back with a wince, you moved to sit down in one of the chairs but squealed when you felt arms around your waist. Spencer pulled you into his lap with a big grin.

You didn’t miss the wide eyes of some of your other coworkers.

“What?” you asked, clearly confused.

“Nothing, nothing.” Morgan said.

“Have fun little love birds,” Garcia called over her shoulder.

Your brain was too hazy from the drinks to register what she’d said, so you turned back to Spencer.

“You smell good,” he grinned, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“It’s Sí by Giorgio Armani. I only wear it for you.”

“Do you now?” he grinned, flirtatiously.

“UNCA SPENCA!”

You both turned to see Henry running over.

“Pway wiff me?” he asked.

You stood from his lap and he got up, scooping Henry in his arms.

“Little man is going on a flight!”

“Spencer Reid, don’t you dare drop my son!” JJ hollered across the lawn.

You giggled, grabbing a fresh glass of champagne, watching as Spencer put Henry down and Henry started chasing Spencer in circles.

“What is with you guys tonight?” Emily asked, walking over, studying you.

“What do you mean?”

“You two just seem...different.”

You shrugged, not knowing what to say.

“Everything is as normal as always.”

The DJ started the music up again and you grinned.

“Time to hit the dance floor again!”

You danced all the way back towards the floor, your champagne flute still in hand.

•

Spencer found you next to the gift table, where you were standing, taking a breather.

“Guess what?” he asked.

“Hmm?”

“I got you these gifts. I hope you like them.” 

He tried to motion to them, but fell against the table, pushing some of the gifts off the table.

“Spencer!”

You gasped, then burst into giggles, trying to straighten them before anyone noticed.

The music changed from the more fast paced and upbeat songs that had been playing, to a slower song.

“Dance with me,” Spencer said, suddenly serious.

You obliged him.

He took your hand, leading you out to the dance floor where he slowly danced with you in his arms.

His arms were around your waist and yours were on his chest as he spun you gently, landing you right back against his chest, breathless.

Maybe it was more than the alcohol, but in your fuzzy brain, it seemed to make sense to kiss him. 

So, you did.

You leaned your face upwards to his, meeting his lips as you kissed him.

The world spun and disappeared around you as all you could focus on was him kissing you back.

You never saw the shocked and wide eyed looks from the rest of the team as they stared at the two of you.

You didn’t miss the statement from David Rossi though.

“Maybe we need to get them drunk more often so they’ll finally admit they like each other.”

•

By the time the sun made its appearance again the next morning, you were waking up groggy and incredibly hungover.

Rossi didn’t let anyone leave last night due to the fact that everyone had been drinking. So his house—or mansion, as he preferred to call it—had become a crash pad for everyone until they were sober enough to drive home.

Rossi’s instructions were the only thing you remembered from the previous night. The only thing you remembered prior to that was the ceremony. You must’ve drank a lot.

You were sitting up from the couch, rubbing your head when you saw Spencer walking in from the kitchen.

“Morning,” he whispered, looking as hungover as you.

You groaned in response. 

“Here, I figured you’d want some relief as well,” Spencer said, handing over a bottle of water and an ibuprofen.

“Bless you.”

You took it, sipping the water gently. 

Luckily, you weren’t one to vomit much during a hangover, but you knew if you gulped the water like you’d been in the Sahara desert for months, you definitely would be sick.

“How much did I drink last night? What did I drink last night?” 

You rubbed your temples, trying to soothe the throbbing in your head with no luck.

“I don’t even remember what I drank,” Spencer chuckled, sitting next to you.

“Well good morning love birds!” came a loud holler.

You groaned, covering your ears at the loud volume.

“Morgan, I swear if you don’t shut up,” you grumbled.

“Aw, did someone wake up on the wrong side of a lonely couch this morning?” he teased, “I was sure you’d end up sleeping with your boyfriend.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

You winced, your words a bit too loud to your own ears.

“You and pretty boy over here were all over each other last night,” Morgan said, coming into the room, a bagel in hand.

Your eyes widened, your face burning.

“Stop joking around. What really happened?”

“He’s not lying,” Garcia said, walking in with JJ in tow, “You were arguing at one point with one another about who was the cutest.”

“Plus you were in his lap half the night,” JJ added.

You groaned, burying your face into the back of the couch.

“Well I figured you two decided to finally admit that you liked each other,” Morgan announced, beaming.

You took a peek at Spencer, who until this point had remained silent.

His lips were pressed together and pulled inward, like he was trying to suppress a smile. His glance darted to you and the dam broke, freeing the smile. You felt a flutter in your chest at it.

“Hey you finally kissed, so at least you finally have proof that you like each other,” Garcia pointed out.

You groaned again; you couldn’t feel any more embarrassed if you tried. 

You felt a touch against your arm. You looked up to see Spencer, watching you. His hand glided down your arm, to your hand, which he took in his with a small smile.

Maybe the alcohol hadn't been such a bad idea.

Derek’s exiting comment had you both trying to hold back your laughter.

“If we knew all it took was to get you guys drunk, we would’ve done it sooner!”

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(I think it's a word over 500, but:)

"Speaking of Tsukishiro, how's he doing?", Eriol asks. Frying pan to fire to volcano.

"He's good," Touya says quickly, before Sakura can say anything. Yukito is not even in the ballpark of "good". Yesterday he called Touya and begged him to bike over and said it was important and when Touya showed up he was asleep, and stayed fast asleep right through to the next morning. He keeps trying to make appointments with doctors, and then falling asleep before he can call, or, when Touya calls for him, before he can make it out the door. Privately, Touya isn't sure how much good a doctor can do for him, but anything has to be better than this, right?

"Really? I'm glad to hear it." Ugh, how much has Sakura told him. Not that she doesn't have a right to talk to her friends, but, come on, would it kill her to least keep it between her and Tomoyo and the funny looking cat.

He's good, that's an obvious lie. Ruby has said Yukito could barely stand upright at school. Every inch of Touya Kinomoto is packed full of magic. Sooner or later, Eriol figures, either Sakura will be powerful enough to sustain him, or Yue will have to get over himself and just eat already. Touya can't actually do anything with his magic, so it's not like Yue, even weak as he is, will have to face much of a struggle to take it. (Aside from competition with Ruby, of course. There's something to that, right, articles and studies about animals being healthier if they need a bit of careful planning to get their food? Yes, so this works out nicely.)

Or maybe- oh, that's probably it. Yue's on to him, isn't he? He's just being stubborn as usual, figuring sooner or later Clow will appear via Eriol and save him. He can imagine how surprised, overjoyed, grateful Yue would be, if Eriol showed up and saved his life. He can imagine Yue's head resting on his neck as clearly as if he had kept Yue well-fed with magic a thousand times in his lifetime. It would be nice, in the short run, but it wouldn't be right, no. Clow is dead, and Yue needs to learn to live with that. If he knows what's good for him, he will take responsibility for his own life, and if he doesn't...

Ahh, well, maybe it's Clow's old sentimentality, maybe Eriol is just warming up to Sakura's moon guardian all on his own, but he can't bring himself around to the idea of letting Yue just die. He'd save him, if it came down to it. But, he tells himself sternly, only as an absolute last resort. He's just worrying because he misses Yue and wants to get to know him better all at once in that past-and-future way- it's worth a visit, soon. Yes, a nice little visit, and Yue will never even have to know it happened. Just to check in.

(sorry the formatting got weird when i copypasted lol!)

hiiii thanks for the ask!!!

if we talk about this convo we need to back up and talk about how it got here. this should give you some idea of how badly this needs to be under a cut for length lol.

so it all starts with the bit about how someone falling and being caught is something that happens a lot in ccs. how with eriol, it's purposeful, and with fujitaka (and i misremembered it but since found out she fell *on* him and not *caught* by him, which lolol i hope he broke a bone, but also its fine the fic's already marked canon divergent, or maybe the story gets misremembered, whatever, in any case), it's an echo of clowriol's intentional artificial-trustbuild-dangersaves but without the magic or purpose to back it up (just like fujitaka himself!), but it's a situation he quickly makes favorable to him, because it may be a blank slate but it's made of the same material.

this whole convo was part of one of the very first chunks written, but everything was going to go in a very different direction at first. (there's a lot of Cut Content from this fic, some that i just didn't like, some that wasn't connectable with the rest of the fic after it took the shape it took but might pop up somewhere else one day idk). in this particular bit i cut the later half of the conversation because i really didn't like what i'd written, but then even though the direction of the story changed the conversation was still going so it had to bounce somewhere else, so it bounced to yukito. here we are answering your ask 2 paragraphs in!

yukito, iirc in the anime, did catch her from a fall, (in the manga, which made way more sense for why she had to change her clothes and rest so much, he saved her from drowning, again iirc because who can trust a memory) and at a point where eriol still has some investment in making yuekito/sakura (ewwwww) happen, he's going to try and draw on that symbolism to nudge her in that direction, right?

so all this said, SPEAKING of yuekito. how are they doing.

bad, obviously. touya's freaking out. i imagine that part of what's stopping yukito from seeing a doctor is yue, though- he knows it wont help, and i dont think yukito has, like, person insides that will stand up to medical tests, and yue would pick up on yukito like, not wanting to be outed to the doctor as a magic construct because he, like, doesnt actually have a real heart that pulses, just a repeating heartbeat sound. doesn't for real have blood etc to test, just records of blood type (for personality reasons).

and also touya's a very like keep-ur-problems-not-everybodys-business type so hes like imagining sakura venting her fears to this weirdo and getting pissed off. but that didnt actually happen, eriol knew all on his own lolol. touya you have to say something nice should happen to sakura to make up for wrongly suspecting her now

and this bit on eriol's end is all wrong information and inaccurate conclusions and i was really worried ppl would take it at face value but i hope nobody did. in ccs we get moments where eriol wants sakura to take power, or to learn that power can be taken- his final battle with her, for example, where the answer to his light and dark puzzle is to use kero and yue's power, except that's not something she would ever Want to do or would even Occur to her to try. the power is gifted to her by kero and yue (and syaoran!) because they love her.

same concept, here- the answer to the 'yue is dying' puzzle is to eat touya's power, and he can't imagine the real reason why he won't just do that, and when he thinks about it too long it goes right to his ego- yue looovvvvesss clow, and by extension me. he wants meeeeeee to save him. he wants to neck kissy MY magic soo sooooo bad. but yue isn't considering any of that at all. he's thinking about yukito and what touya means to yukito and why that would make yukito hesitate to reach out, and that no way in hell will he just ambush his other self's crush down a dark alley and take his magic, even to save both their lives. he's a lot more selfless than clow and eriol ever realize. maybe- this is just a half formed thought right now, i dont know if im like certain about it, but- maybe they feel his devotion to clow was a form of selfishness, that he Wanted Love as a thing he could hold and own, whereas pretty much everybody else who meets him goes like YOU SELFLESS MAN YOU CANT JUST DIE FOR PPL YOU CARE ABOUT YOU GOTTA TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOOOO

and there’s also that bit of teacherliness intrinsic to the three of them again: im doing this to teach him a lesson. im letting ruby do her thing without telling her what’s going on to help and encourage yue, etc.

anyway, that (in terms of fic weaving itself into canon) solidifies his decision to do uhmmmm a thing that creeps me out real bad in the anime (knocking yue out to have a moment with him, and oh, ding, there's another 'you fell but i caught you' moment!). eriol loves this manner of hanging out with people, you see it later in this fic, even:

It's important to say what's in your heart to the people you want to say it to, even if you have to make sure the other person never hears it. It's important for your own emotional freedom.

he loves to spend time with people exclusively on his terms, to the point where the other party never even knew he was there, because he knocked them out, or because he was just staring creepily at the outside of sakura's house while she did homework, etc etc etc.

tldr: it's all connected, aaaaaaaaa

[1-800-roflmao]

Wash Day Delight Pt. 4

Rating:  General Audiences

WARNINGS:  None

Fandom:  Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships:  Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader,  Papyrus (Underfell) & Reader, Papyrus (FSG) & Reader, Papyrus (Swapfell) & Reader

Characters:  Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Edge (UF Pap), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

Additional Tags:  Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, Reader has curly hair,  Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read, Romance if you squint, Subtext, Let Papyrus be Sassy, Edge Is The Unwilling Dad Friend, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Teasing Edge Is Fun, Papy is Best Boi

*Split this chapter into two. Will be posting both today. Morning thoughts and Papy has a great idea! Tried avoiding using y/n as much as I could, but had to this chapter.

PREVIOUS || FIRST || NEXT

She would say morning came too quickly, but in all honesty, this was technically her second time waking up that morning.  Somehow, in spite of the tireless workout she had been put through the night before, she had woken up at the usual time right before her alarm--that was NOT set cause she turned that off with plans to sleep in today--would have gone off.  She’d spared a single, groggy glance at her phone’s clock.  The notifications lining the screen not even registering in her mind.  No, she’d get her well earned sleep in had been and without further adieu, she had put the phone back down, rolled over, and snuggled back in for another few hours of sleep.  

    That had been earlier.  Now, she blinked awake as light from the mid-morning sun sneaked through the slim openings of the curtains just behind her bed.  Blearily, her eyes followed the rays path across her form, her bed, and eventually over the floor where it seemed to highlight her shed clothes along with the open bathroom.  Right… she had forgotten to brush her teeth in her haste to sleep.  Rolling her tongue and opening and closing her mouth, she winced as she felt her cheek move against the now very cold wet spot on her pillow.  Well, at least that second round of sleep was apparently heavy and content.  

“Eugth…” Not that it made waking up in your drool anymore pleasant.  Trying to sit up resulted in even more groans as her muscles protested.  Yup, there were those core muscles that had been oddly silent yesterday acting up today.  Her arm she had tried to push up on had not been too much trouble, but her shoulder had twinged and she had gone back down.  She had managed to at least roll on her back and away from the drool pool though.  Positives.  Focus on the positives.  For a few moments, she just let herself completely relax into the mattress and pillows, just breathing--in and out, slow and even, again and again until all her tension dispersed. 

“They really did me in,” she mumbled as she began to roll her wrists, “But I’ve got too much to get done to be lyin’ around here all day feelin’ miserable.”  Too much considering her now very awake mind realized she had forgotten to wrap her hair, but thankfully she had splurged on satin sheets and pillowcases, so it shouldn’t be too bad.  Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, she didn’t get her wrap sweaty… “Still gonna wash it.”  By now, she had started stretching and working her shoulders with careful, slow rolls and reaches.  The more she moves, the more she’ll loosen up and actually be able to function.  She just couldn’t overdue it.

As she moved onto her legs, she couldn’t stifle a little moan of discomfort as she lifted one limb at time to carefully draw her knee in towards her stomach before extending again.  It took time, but eventually she was able to push herself up into a sitting position.  Muscles in her back, abdomen, and surprising what felt like her butt that she hadn’t been aware of protested, but a few more deep breathes calmed them.  Seeing her phone laying on the sheets near her, she guessed earlier that morning she hadn’t bothered to put the phone back where it went exactly, but current her was very thankful for her sleepy self’s carelessness.

Picking up the device, she decided to take a moment to rest before continuing her war against her body.  Besides, she could remember that she had messages to reply to.  Tapping the screen, she input her pattern and tapped on the messages app.  The first one she opened was Coffee’s.  “Oooh,” she cooed as she looked over the drawing once again with fresh eyes.  Last night, she remembered thinking the hairstyle was cute, but now she could see the little details he included, like his choice of including a custom undercut design.  Could her barber achieve that?  She’d have to ask, but for now.

(to JavaBoi)

Flooffie:  Good morning! 

Flooffie:  Sorry about not replying last night

Flooffie:  This hairstyle is so cute

Flooffie:  And the undercut design is SICK!

Flooffie:  In a good way 

Flooffie:  I’d love to wear it, but I’ll have to check in with my barber about the undercut.

She waited a moment to see if he’d answer, but no little dots popped up so she guessed he was possibly still sleeping or he was busy.  Most likely the former.  Leaving that conversation, she sent a quick message to her barber asking how complicated a design he would be willing to do on an undercut.  She hadn’t expected an answer, but no sooner had she went to click the back button, his answer popped up.  His answer surmised that he had done more complicated pieces, but it all depends on the design.  “Makes sense…” she mumbled before forwarding the doodle to him.   It took him a moment longer to reply this time, but his answer had her beaming: “Sure, just get a better reference.  Bigger too.” 

(to JavaBoi)

Flooffie:  I feel like I’m spamming you.  Sorry!

Flooffie: But I got with my barber and he said he could do it

Flooffie:  Just he needs a better ref

Flooffie:  Could you draw it bigger?  

Flooffie:  I’ll treat you!

        She included some pleading and heart emojis for good measure, even though she was sure he wouldn’t mind one bit.  Moving on, she opened up a certain someone’s convo, eager to see how he reacted to her last text.  A little laugh bubbled past her smile as she saw his reply, full of exclamation marks and a little pause between two of the replies.

(11:33 PM) Papaya:  ….

(11:40 PM) Papaya:  !!!!!!!

Papaya:  TOUCHE! ALTHOUGH I HAD TO GOOGLE WHAT YOU HAD MEANT

Papaya:  MY SKILLS AT PICKING UP THESE IDIOMS IS IMPROVING

Papaya:  WHO CAME UP WITH THESE THINGS?  WHY? WHY NOT JUST SAY WHAT YOU MEAN?!

(11:45 PM) Papaya:  YOUR LACK OF RESPONSE MUST MEAN YOU HAVE FINALLY GONE TO  BED

Papaya:  GOOD

(12:01 AM) Papaya:  SWEET DREAMS, (Y/N)

    Her amusement at how Papyrus could continue a conversation with no one there was overshadowed by the warmth the last text brought.  It was such a simple little thing.  It’s not like he had even called her a pet name, but it still had her flushing and turning her face away from the phone like that would somehow ease the heat.  Maybe it was because she could see the timestamp and knew he had taken the time to pick up the phone again after setting it down for a while just to send that message.  Was it narcissistic to think she was his last thought before he fell asleep?  “It’s too early to be this flustered!” she whined, the fingers of her free hand playing with ends of one of her braids, “All over a text that might not have any deeper meaning…”     

    After her little grumble, she did her best to ignore the sting the words brought.  One more deep breath, she turned back to her phone and the texts, allowing a small smile.  There was no sense in making herself miserable.  It was still a dear friend thinking of her after all.  

    (to Papaya)

Flooffie:  Morning Papi!  Hope you had sweet dreams as well

        Before she could start her next message, she saw those little dots pop up and chuckled.  Of Course he was up already.  

Papaya:   GOOD MORNING!

Papaya:   I DO NOT REMEMBER MY DREAMS, BUT I’M SURE THEY WERE GREAT!

Flooffie:  Just like you, eh?

Papaya:   OFCOURSE!

Papaya:   UM… HOW ARE YOU FEELING THIS MORNING?

Papaya:   NOT TOO SORE I HOPE

    She snorted at that before replying.

Floofie:   Like I got hit by a 18 wheeler in the fast lane and somehow survived to regret it.

Papaya:   ….

Papaya:   APOLOGIES

Papaya:   BUT ARE YOU COMPARING YOUR PAIN TO GETTING HIT BY A SEMI?!

        She could just feel his panic and knew he would start fretting through the text.  She felt just a little guilty laughing at his reaction.  Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to calm him down and assure him she was simply exaggerating.  No, he didn’t need to take her to the hospital.  No, he had not broken her.  At Least as far as she knew he hadn’t.  

Throughout, she had slowly worked her way to the edge of the bed and now sat with her legs hanging off.  In between texts with Papyrus, he opened a few of the others.  One was Edge checking in with a reminder that she shouldn’t over exert herself.  She went to send a little thumbs up, but paused and instead juggled between two responses.  Which would mess with him more?  Biting her bottom lip, she finally settled on one and quickly sent it:  “Yes, Daddy~”.  Knowing Edge, he was up, but wouldn’t look at the message until he had a moment, so she closed the convo.  She could see the damage later.

More puns and jokes which she graced with appropriate responses: groans at the especially bad ones and chuckles at the ones that were actually clever.  She of course made her approval known with quick little texts and gifs; the bad ones received the same treatment.  None of it was mean and to tell the truth, it only fanned the flames for these gremlins as she had learned.  They seemed determined to dig up the worst puns they could manage.  By the time, she finished replying, she had made it to the bathroom and was finally taking care of her dental hygiene.  

Her phone now dinged instead of buzzing with each new text.  Most of which were from Papyrus she assumed.  Toothbrush in her mouth, she picked up her phone and opened the texting app again as she resumed brushing with her other hand.  She had been correct.  A line of texts from her friend popped up on the screen and they ranged from bringing up his question about idioms from last night to checking in that she was actually taking the time to rest.  She thanked the stars that her phone wasn’t on the larger side as it allowed her to hold and type with one hand.  

Flooffie:  Decided to make today wash day since people are INSISTING I rest.  Was due for one anyway.

Papaya:   WASH DAY?  YOU HAVE A DAY DEDICATED TO WASHING?

Papaya:   I THOUGHT HUMANS PRUNE IF THEY ARE IN WATER TOO LONG?

She let him get out all his ponderings and ramblings, which took a good minute, before she finally jumped in.  Although she’d love to convince him it was a secret, sacred holiday and ritual that humans have to partake in a few days a year for… reasons, she fought down her inner prankster and cursed Cash for his influence on her.  

Flooffie:  It’s nothing elaborate… kinda?

Flooffie:  It’s just that people like me tend to have a lot of hair and it takes time to properly care for it.

Flooffie:  So, we make a day of it.  Chill and relax, pamper ourselves, etc

She was a bit surprised he hadn’t replied immediately and had actually finished with her dental routine by the time he finally texted back.  

Papaya:  SO IT IS A DAY DEDICATED TO YOUR HAIR?!

Oh, she hadn’t seen this much enthusiasm from him for her hair in a good bit.  As his texts came through, she felt touched he wanted to learn more and she was happy to inform him, best she could over text anyway.  There was another long pause in between his text.  Just long enough for her to reach for her shower handle as she decided to finally take a shower and get started on her day.  Her phone dinged and Papyrus changed all her plans.

Papaya:  WHY DON’T YOU HAVE YOUR WASH DAY AT OUR HOUSE?!!

[derekmorganscrocs]

QUICK UPDATE AND

QUICK BLURBS

(Including Ace, Nick, George, Bess, Nancy, Owen, Ryan. All [individual] x reader)

Heads up I might not watch the new episode of Nancy Drew until tomorrow or Friday, I’m having another bad week (yeah I say this like everyday, what about it) and I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I feel like... nervous? For no reason? And I can’t make it go away? So if anyone knows how to stop that uh let me know! Anyway yeah. I simply ~cannot~ right now and spitballing some fictional daydreams into lil headcannons is relaxing for me so yeah!

Also here’s some fun Nancy Drew things/headcannons:

Ace is adorable and I think he would totally have deep convos with you in the freezer (now that he doesn’t have to worry about it) on his break. Friends to lovers all the way with this guy, and when the tension finally becomes unbearable one of you just goes for it and kisses the other and then you end up together. Bonus points if you make friends with his dad too.

Nick probably starts off as nothing more than the mysterious mechanic, but once you get closer with him you see him for so much more. You’re there to catch him after the fallout with nancy, and he kisses you a lot sooner than he should. You remind him you’re not a rebound and give him a little space. Still having his back of course, you let some time pass. His love confession is emotional and confusing, but perfect. Because he knows you’re not a rebound and he thinks that he doesn’t stand a chance. Of course he does, and you tell him that. Your relationship is like best friends who are in love. He would definitely put his arm around your shoulders or slip his hand in your pocket. Definitely gets super touchy when someone stares too long, throws a glare their way.

George secretly likes when you call her cute nicknames and give her sweet compliments but acts like she doesn’t because she’s the ~tough girl~. Would probably throw hands with anyone who made you uncomfortable or nervous. You know you’re really her person when you meet her siblings and she lets you actually interact with them. And when they tell you how pretty (gender neutral) and cool you are. One of the younger ones probably tells you that even though george doesn’t say much they know she loves you. Happy tears.

Bess totally stole something you wouldn’t miss when you first met and gives it back to you once you’re together. She gets all nervous and sweet, and she apologizes like a trillion times. She also probably holds your hand every time she can.

Nancy was totally wrapped up in a mystery, and you probably save her ass multiple times. She’s smart and sly, and when you catch feels it’s out of nowhere. Probably a heat of the moment argument confession of feels, and a rocky start, but you end up in a stable relationship.

Owen Marvin (because why not) definitely catches sight of you at some rich people party that you’re probably not supposed to be at. In this scenario I imagine you’re the same age/only 1-3 years younger, and you’re some super cool badass detective. You’re in way over your head and Owen bails you out of the rich people frenzy. As you try and take down Everett Hudson, he helps a little. At first he’s kind of an annoying tag along, but he grows on you. Upon warning him that you’re going to be looking at the Marvin’s next (he saw that coming) he says he knew you would. Feelings kind of just creep in and one passionate smooch later you know the feeling is mutual. Couple activities: Friday night break in and investigation, Saturday raid, Sunday trials! Fun!

Ryan Hudson (bear with me, don’t read this if you’re a Ryan hater). Ryan is the douchey rich boy who graduated the year before you. He does whatever he wants however he wants, you work hard and honest. The two of you have a mutual dislike, but Ryan asks for your help to get inside tips on Tiffany’s murder. You help him out, and when he finds out about Lucy’s baby, he goes CRAZY trying to figure it out. You put the pieces together long before him. Before he drags you and nancy to that clinic. And when he finds out it’s nancy, that his daughter has been right in front of him this whole time, you see his softer side come out. Realizing he’s a human and that you don’t dislike him anymore (he actually grew on you quite a bit), you start spending more time with him. He’s known a lot longer than you, and when he takes you for coffee to thank you he accidentally blurts out his feelings.

Yo I kinda got carried away but this actually calmed me down a bit. Anyway, let me know if you want more things like this, send in requests, chat me up in the comments/replies, send me a message, whatever! I’m here and open for discussions about anything!