#i usually think the bi flag is rather dark to work with

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some bi galarian ponytas ^^

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed - Episode 02

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

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Donkey Riding

way ho and away we go, donkey riding donkey riding way ho and away we go, riding on a donkey

Wei Wuxian and Apple are doing their best for the Ministry of Culture and Tourism. 

Xiao Zhan had trouble riding the donkey sitting side-saddle, so the Department of Questionable Practical Effects made him a fake leg to wear while riding regular style. 

Can you spot it? It’s very hard to spot. It is very convincing.

Simple Pleasures

Wei Wuxian takes his time wandering up the nearest mountain, and half of the cultivators in the land also wander up this mountain because...Night Hunting! The cultivators are hot and thirsty from walking because they forgot that they all know how to fly. 

Wei Wuxian relaxes by a well and listens to people stanning him. 

Also

I’m going to say it: Wei Wuxian never met a drinking vessel he couldn’t blow.

Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet

The actress who plays A-Yan is named Zhang Linran. She probably has studied dance since she was 4 and now she gets her big break which turns out to be feeding an apple to a donkey. So let’s pause for a second to look at how beautifully she moves.  

Reunions are Awkward, Part 1

Wei Wuxian meets up with one of his family members and it goes super well. 

I...like Jin Ling? He’s much less of a douchebag than his dad, his uncles Jin, Jiang, and Mo (the three stooges), and every damn one of his Jin cousins. He’s genuinely brave (his Dad’s primary good quality) and his hair is on fleek. He’s still a whiny diaper baby, but I like him. 

(much more after the cut!)

Then Jiang Cheng shows up, looking fine as hell and radiating peak arrogant-prick energy.

When he discovers that ‘Mo Xuanyu” stuck a piece of paper to Jin Ling, he tells the child to literally murder him. Excellent uncleing! A+++++ would recommend.  

“In fact, literally murder anyone who uses Yiling Laozu’s tools, like talismans, lure flags, or spirit compasses - basically murder everyone in the Lan Clan plus those other fanboys we saw coming up the hill. Then get out there and make some friends, goddamn it!”

These nets full of cultivators on this daytime night hunt are the only time we ever see anything in a net during a night hunt.  In fact dudes constantly go night hunting and the only prey we ever see is rock lady, murder turtle, and a couple of rag mops in the lake. 

You Are Not Qualified to Speak to Me

Also radiating arrogant-prick energy on this occasion is Lan Wangji. He has been using pettiness as a weapon since long before he met this Jiang Cheng turkey, and he *brings it* when Jiang Cheng tries to have a conversation with him.

Letting your eyes wander everywhere except to his punchable face while you ignore his passive-aggressive questions? Quality work. 

Dropping a silence spell on his child and then letting your own child explain it to him? Golden. 

Lan Wangji is never ever going to forgive Jiang Cheng for what he did on cliff day, and his silence here is as pointed as an ice pick. I suspect the last words Lan Wangji actually spoke to him were “Jiang Wanyin, stop it,” sixteen years ago. 

Jiang Cheng is actually the bigger person in this particular interaction, visibly mastering his temper and telling Jin Ling to take his medicine. 

Reflecting

Wei Wuxian hangs out by a beautiful river and hallucinates for a while. River Jiang Yanli is nurturing and River Jiang Cheng is pissed off, so there are no surprises there.  River Jiang Cheng thinks that Wei Wuxian is a promise-breaking douchebag. He’s not exactly wrong. 

Courtesy of convenient gossiping cultivators, Wei Wuxian discovers that the 16 year old arrogant kid from the Jin clan who his brother from the Jiang clan has custody of is actually and quite obviously Jin Rulan.

Well fuck I guess now I care about something, that’s inconvenient. 

Needing to help parent the child of the sister who parented him is what draws Wei Wuxian fully into his new life. 

As soon as he has this realization, Apple comes back from roaming around, and never gives him any trouble after this for the rest of the story. Which...probably doesn’t mean anything. 

Wen Gravesite

Does Wen Ning hang out here because it’s where he and his (dead) people came from? Oh great, now I am sad. 

Judging by all the leaves on this grave thingy I’m going to say that this grave tender dude is, ah, not very good at his job. 

Get him, Jingyi!

I feel like maybe we all focus too much on how Lan Jingyi is so hilarious and sardonic and not enough on how he is a such a biscuit. 

Soul Grass

As mentioned in the previous post, Chinese spiritual concepts don’t always translate well into English. Soul grass? Sure, why not. 

This is where Wei Wuxian’s Sherlock Holmes brain starts to work, although he still doesn’t remember really basic stuff about Dafan Mountain. Dying and changing bodies is rough on the old neurochemistry. This creates more opportunities for flashbacks, however, and if there’s one thing The Untamed deffo needs more of, it’s kissing flashbacks.

Temple Statue

Presumably grave-tender dude is also in charge of clearing away spiderwebs at the temple, because it’s not getting done. 

Jin Ling walks into the temple blaspheming at full volume. 

Since this isn’t a Greek story, he isn’t immediately struck blind for this. Then when he wishes for the statue to come alive, it obligingly does.  Everything’s coming up Rulan!

Wei Wuxian shows up to rescue all the kids by throwing talismans at the monster which does not tip anyone off to who he is. 

Baby Cultivator Babysitting

Lan Wangji chills out in the cultivators’ pavilion with Jiang Cheng and their mutual hate boners.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian forgets all about his nephew and turns into cool professor guy, explaining the basics of soul-eating to the baby cultivators and gleefully encouraging their fear of Hanguang-Jun’s punishments. 

Because the Lan babies are good filial children they are super respectful and engaged with this random adult who is lecturing them. They also - like their own Hanguang-Jun at their age - see and admire Wei Wuxian’s intellect. It’s easy to forget how extremely smart Wei Wuxian is, because of how extremely dumb Wei Wuxian is.

Lan Jingyi suddenly figures out Wei Wuxian is not crazy. 

Bis. Kit. 

Then Rock Lady shows up and Jin Ling sticks 6 arrows into her while Lans Jingyi and Sizhui stand around not bothering to draw their swords.

I see a lot of comments about the bad effects in the statue sequences but I think Rock Lady is all right. The figure animation is decent and the lighting is no worse on her than on everything else in the scene. Her hair is nice, for a rock person.

Admittedly I just finished watching Guardian which has CGI monsters so bad they may have injured my retinas and possibly also my DNA, so the bar, for me, is pretty low. Rock lady clears it with room to spare.   

Note: Wei Wuxian’s flute playing does zippity towards controlling the statue. Not sure what his plan was here.

Wen Ning Kicks Ass

Now we get to meet Wen Ning, who appears to be a stone-cold badass. Later we will discover how hilariously inaccurate that assessment is. 

While all versions of Wen Ning are delightful, this version of Wen Ning is also...strangely attractive? He’s got a Patti-Smith-Horses-Era vibe here, instead of his more usual lost-baby-dork vibe. And his dreamy “I have nails in my head” expression is intriguing. 

I mean, he’s not a total snack like zombie Song Lan or pre-zombie Song Lan or blind Song Lan or post-zombie Song Lan, but this look is a good one for Wen Ning, is what I’m saying.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 2

Lan Wangji, who has 99% already recognized Wei Wuxian because of the haunted sword and the fierce jawline and beautiful neck and tiny tiny waist, is summoned by his flute playing as inexorably as the Ghost General was. 

Jiang Cheng also recognizes Wei Wuxian and goes into full beatdown mode, thwarted (silently) by Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian attempts to preserve his incognito by sassing Jiang Cheng in as sibling-like a manner as possible. 

Hanguang-Jun’s Pro-Ghost Agenda Has Been Clear for Some Time

This Jiang/Lan fight is hilarious when you consider the implications.

Macroexpression vs. Microexpression

Mo Xuanyu brought Wei Wuxian back using sacrifice summons, a dark ritual invented by Wei Wuxian that he, most likely, did NOT show to Lan Wangji back in the day. So it’s a pretty safe bet that Lan Wangji doesn’t know that Wei Wuxian was gifted a body, rather than stealing one.

when your brother turns around, you must whip him you will never live it down unless you whip him

When Jiang Cheng lets loose with Zidian, it’s not just because he’s angry. He’s using purple power to force Wei Wuxian’s ghost out of the body he’s apparently possessed. And Lan Wangji instantly STOPS him from doing that.

Clan Leader Jiang: this person has been possessed, against their will, by an evil ghost

Future Chief Cultivator Lan: Counterpoint: I am banging the ghost

Flashback Time

Welcome to your 30-episode flashback!

Once I used to join in Every boy and girl was my friend Now there's revolution, but they don't know What they're fighting

Let us close our eyes Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in We'll keep living in the past

Road Tripping to Summer School

Gosh I’m looking forward to younger, kinder, more relatable Jiang Cheng.

...prick. 

Incidentally, until now this episode didn’t know that Jiang Cheng has smile muscles, and neither did the person who glued his wig on for him.

I Like Rabbits

Here we have our first rabbit in a large collection of rabbit iconography that appears in The Untamed. 

Instead of sending everyone to the Wikipedia page for Tu'er Shen I’m going to take this opportunity to rec the short film Kiss of the Rabbit God by Andrew Thomas Huang (tw: blood, tw:body-mod cutting) which you can read about and watch over at  Nowness.com 

Particularly if you are a queer person of Chinese heritage, check it out. 

So. What the fuck are these? Are they food? 

Are they made from wax? Or corn starch? or pig intestines? 

Wei Wuxian runs off to get laid drunk and Jiang Cheng grumps about it. Jiang Yanli reminds him that being free is a Jiang Clan Rule, so really Wei Wuxian is following the rules by not following the rules. Does that mean he’s not free? My head hurts. 

Jiang Cheng: yes but grump grump grump

Jiang Yanli: Nothing bad will ever happen because of A-Xian’s choices, trust me

Outro

Wei Wuxian faint tally: one  Caught by: the cold hard ground

Soundtrack: 1. Donkey Riding by Great Big Sea 2. Living in the Past by Jethro Tull 3. Whip It by Devo

Fic prompt:  Lan Wangji’s internal monologue while he sits in the pavilion with Jiang Cheng 

If you write a fic from this prompt and want to share, please post a link in comments!

Bonus: Wang Zuocheng, macro-expression king

Episode 03 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

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Babes in Mimeland || Nora & Jared

Timing: This past week sometime.

Location: The common.

Tagging: @fearfordinner​

Description: 

Triggers: Mimes?

Jared wasn’t completely comfortable to be away from the farm that day, but he’d given his word, and he wasn’t going to go back on it. Surely everything would be fine for an hour or two while he did this. So there he stood, in a t-shirt that implored passing customers to support the performers behind him. He was holding flyers and smiling as wide as he could whilst flagging down passers-by to take them. A mime he’d started to consider a friend had mimed that he should come and help them out that day, the mime in question part of an air-band as a side hustle for working at Yours, mime, and ours (where Jared was a frequent customer). “Don’t forget to support your local mime performers! They’re good at what they do and they have mouths to feed at home whilst working on their passions!”

A music box was an odd reward Nora decided twisting the box around in her hands. The eyeball, a necklace that she’d taken to wearing frequently, was a much more satisfactory prize. Nora was about to flip open the prize she’d come to winterfest to claim when her eye was caught by the mime band. Oh great! They were performing. Music box forgotten and shoved into her pocket, Nora trudged through the crowd to admire the artists at work. There were no hard feelings on her part that her last encounter with a mime had left her rainbow colored for a week. There were hard feelings to deal with on her part with the idea that her favorite mime had died right in front of her. Ideas that she refused to acknowledge. A shout about helping mimes made her ears perk up. Nora snatched a flyer from a giant, glancing over it. “I want to help.” She announced. “The mimes are great.” 

Most people passing Jared by were trying their very best to ignore him, he watched many fliers find their way into the trash. It was a little disheartening but overall expected, you didn’t have shirts like the one he was wearing unless there was some serious stigma going on. His head tilted down and a more genuine smile bloomed on his face as someone actively approached to take a flier. “They are! One of my friends is in the band, they’re honestly great at what they do and everything helps, people in town aren’t so forgiving for being different…” he trailed off before he could add just how strange he found that considering the variety of species that you could find in all corners. Jared blinked away the thought and returned to focus on the person showing interest. “So-” He was cut off by an obnoxious laugh off to the left towards the gingerbread house. He couldn’t quite hear what was said but the way the group of people mock mimed along with the band rubbed him the wrong way. His face soured. 

Friends? With a mime? Was that legal? Wouldn’t that be like being friends with mythical legends who are way cooler than you? Like the real babadook or maybe the boogyman? Even goatman. They were all famous figures Nora admired but wouldn’t know how to befriend if they were before her. It was a sudden moment of awe as her blank gaze passed between the giant and the band. If she helped could she be friends too? Nora dug in her pocket and pulled out her beaten up old wallet. She was ready to pay a large sum of money before laughter met her ears and she could see a group of adults, probably in their late to mid thirties, making fun of the mimes. A different way to help crossed her mind as she watched them enter the gingerbread house. “What if we scared them?” Nora asked, her monotone making it sound like a serious and reasonable suggestion. “Make a point that people can’t keep mocking mimes because they are quiet.” 

He’d forgotten what he’d planned on saying next to the other when she piped up with an idea. Jared looked after the group as they laughed and joked at the expense of his mime friends before heading into the gingerbread house. He nodded slowly before deciding it was a perfect idea, no amount of money fixed hurt feelings, but a little bit of revenge might. “Yeah, yeah that’s a good idea. People are always doing stuff like that.” Jared frowned and tucked the fliers into his back pocket, ready to so what it took to have those meanies regret their choices. “Let’s do it.” he said only pausing a split second before moving towards the gingerbread house (that had already closed its door on the group, trapping them) to ask “What’s your name anyway? Since you’re leading the charge, what’s the name of the commander? I’m Jared.” he offered preemptively.

Commander? Nora liked being called a commander. She could see it now, a field of dead bodies around her as she stood tall, proud on a rock, wearing a military jacket. There’d be some life in the people somewhere, and they would be full of fear. Life changing fear. The kind of fear that made for a meal instead of just a snack. She’d paint that picture later. “Nora.” Nora answered, her affect betraying nothing of the mental spiral she’d just followed. “Are you good at scaring people?” Nora hadn’t noticed the door close behind the other group. She pushed through the crowd and to the door, pushing it open and holding it for the giant - er - Jared. She wondered if he’d hit his head on the door frame. This Jared, friend of mime, was about to see things. She hoped he’d enjoy them as a fellow lover of mimes. 

“I’m not sure, Usually it’s by accident, but I could try and make something work.” He wondered briefly if he could get away with using his glamour to help spook the group, without his partner in crime noticing. It would be far easier to do some scarring in the name of the mimes if he could make himself look like he had stripes like some sort of angry chameleon. Jared ducked in the door that was held open for him, and it pulled shut behind him. The inside was dark, the windows were as they tended to be on small gingerbread house kits that you could buy at the store, the windows were painted on in icing rather than cut out. It was pitch black aside from the gaps around the edges where the icing hadn’t fully sealed the walls in place. The group were in the next room of the house whispering now that it was dark as humans tended to do, as if the dark was suppressing any noise. Using the quiet he mimicked one of his kids' cries as loud as he could just to start them off. The angry call of a bies sounded from his lungs abruptly and clearly for a singular second before cutting off to return to silence again.

The noise that came out of the giant’s mouth was absolutely brilliant. Loud. Jarring. Inhuman. No animal Nora could recognize. She gave one slight nod of approval. Maybe this stork, now nicknamed for being a giant bird and not just a giant, accidentally scared people more often than naught. Reaching inside herself, Nora lit the string of her magic. Her fingertip traced across the gingerbread walls as she walked. Icing started to coat her finger but she ignored it. Instead she concentrated on making the screeching noise of steel on steel. She’d seen it cause the hairs on people’s neck to rise. She hoped her cover of dragging her finger would be enough to fool new friend Jared. She’d claim it was a party trick or something. Damn, she really hated frosting. 

Jared extended his glamour past his usual skin cover to also alter his clothes just that little bit, the mime shirt was a little too telling after all. Instead he added stripes subtly in the darkness, only really put in place for his own peace of mind rather than for any impact. He hoped it was too dark for anyone to notice, so that he didn’t have to explain to Nora either. The noise she was making sent a chill up his spine as well for a half a second before he settled into it, it was easier knowing where it was coming from...sort of. He had no idea how she was doing it, but he was certain it was Nora doing it at the very least, no other way a gingerbread house could make that noise. The group were muttering to each other, clearly unsettled as they headed into the next room trying to find the backdoor to escape. Jared spotted a runner rug down the hallway, so he stooped to tug on it and send the last straggling person flying into the rest, holding back a snicker as they toppled like bowling pins.

Was the stork looking a little stripy or was it the shadows of the gingerbread house? It wasn’t very well lit. Probably because it was made out of ginger and not wood. Nora found herself wishing she bore the strips of those they came to protect. An illusion manifested itself across small patches of her clothes; black and white alliance patches. The group they’d followed in were becoming less of a snack and more of a meal. Nora took a deep inhalation in, enjoying the rewards of Jared’s carpet tug. They piled to the ground obviously scared of what was going to happen. “Where’s the exit?” One shouted. “I-I don’t know, I don’t see any. How can this place be this big?” Panic made their voice high pitched and frantic as they shouted over Nora’s noise. She let the noise fall, leaving them and their prey in a sudden silence. “Boo.” Her monotone was briefly followed by an illusion monster appearing behind them. Black and white stripes mime meets masked monster with a giant maw and sharp rows of teeth. It gurgled towards the fallen group. Slowly. Leaving a trail of stripes behind it as it went.

Jared was unaware that it was Nora that had created the mime monster, he himself had seen the mimes do some incredible stuff so he wasn’t put off at all. It was a mask of only a slight surprise, thinking that they might have stopped performing to aid in this situation for themselves. This is why when a striped goo seemed to seep in the cracks of the gingerbread house (to form into another more ‘traditional’ looking mime on the ceiling) he didn’t even flinch. This mime turned it’s head like it was an owl to look down at the monster curiously for a split second before scuttling down the wall towards the now scrambling pile of humans. Jared flattened himself against the wall of the gingerbread house and increased his glamor in the moment to look more like the mime that had appeared on the ceiling, although not able to move his head like it had. He didn’t have quite the same energy, but he tried his best. The group screamed and swore and scrambled past Nora and Jared being chased by both Nora's creation as well as the mime who had come to see what was happening, only to be delighted with its findings.

This scene was beautiful. Perfect. Picturesque. The gaggle of bullies trying to run away. The mime manifesting. The illusion chasing, gurgling, gnashing its giant teeth. Nora was almost satisfied with the scene and the meal but it was missing something. A soundtrack maybe? Oh. She had the music box. Maybe that would add some ambiance to the whole shindig. It took a minute to windup the old box. It popped open displaying a couple wrapped in each other's arms dancing an eternal waltz. The music began, gentle, haunting, almost mournfully and her eyes fixated on the waltzing couple. She was met with an absolute need to waltz. Carefully she placed down the music box and held her hand out to Jared’s, the silent question to dance. A question that only had one answer as everyone around them started waltzing together. The gaggle were screaming in terror now, practically drowning out the beautiful music. “Why are we dancing?” Why can’t we stop dancing?” “Why am I dancing with a mime?” 

The screaming had drowned out the ticking of the small music box winding up, so when the tune started Jared almost didn’t notice his body was moving towards music. Taking Nora’s hand they began to dance through no action of free will. The screaming did not die down, it seems the music was taking their movement alone, their voices would remain their own. Spinning around the room he was sort of delighted to have noticed that one of the group of humans had paired with a mime, who had turned its head all the way around again to watch the scene unfold in full rather than focus on it’s partner. “What kind of music box is that?” Jared asked Nora, his voice only faltering when her platform boots came down on his toes, yelling over the screams and panic of the humans with as wide a smile on his face as he could muster. Acting as is if the extra noise was only part of the song. He suspected magic, but he didn’t want to outright ask. 

“I do-” Nora had never been good at dancing, and despite the dance being magically pre-choreographed for them, that didn’t go away. “Oh sorry.” She mumbled. “I don’t know anything about the box.” Nora nodded at the mime as they twirled past the beautiful friend. “It was the reward I got for getting second place.” First place shouldn’t have won. Her art was masterful. Oh well. Beggars couldn’t be winners. But apparently second place could be dancers. “I wonder how long it lasts.” 

The screams and music could be heard by passing townsfolk for a while and they all ignored it, as was usual in white crest.

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Fix (Tj Hammond) (Pt.2)

PART 1

Characters: NSFW. Sub!Bi!TJ Hammond x You

Summary: You've went home and was welcomed by a very high TJ who was clean for a year since you've been together. Your boy even did something wrong, resulting to you in reacting very hostile and leading to a hot night considering that he needed to learn his lessons for disobeying you.

Warning: Female oral, nudity, drugs, cusses, PEGGING, Unprotected sex (Don't forgot to cover the willies okay?) Sub/Dom relationship! Suggestive recording of lemon tape (THIS IS SMUT)

Words: 7,596. FEEL THE FILTH! (It is really longer than the the previous part heck!)

A/N: THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG AUDIENCES. LOOK AWAY, PURE TATER TOT. LOOK AWAY. DON'T SCROLL DOWN IF YOU AREN'T 18 YEARS OLD OR NOT EVEN CONSIDERED LEGAL IN YOUR COUNTRY. I'M GIVING MY ALL IN THIS SHIT! GIVE ME SOME CRAZY FEEDBACKS, Y'ALL! LET’S HOPE THIS POST OF MINE WON’T GET FLAGGED BY TUMBLR. -_-

Disclaimer: GIF'S and PNG'S aren't mine, however the whole one shot and edits are rightfully mine to begin with.

Dedicated: @caps-boo-bear (Still couldn’t tag ya bud!) @angel-of-hell-cece1967​ @anxiousamandapanda​

"--Trust comes with love, and I love you very very much. This means that I trust you either," You gently patted his warm, smooth, broad back. Whispering loving words against his ear, "I just don't want you going back to the life you were used to, I don't want you to get caught up in your drug addictions again, Teej."

Tj couldn't help the small moans that escaped his lips when you were rubbing his back, it felt good. Too good for him to take. The pleasure he felt was travelling inside his pantaloon. What did he just take? He thought to himself when you kept on whispering loving words filling his heart. Ecstacy. He remembered before mentally groaning. That was why he could feel him growing inside his pants even though you were mad at him and he was weeping.

Well, that was really a huge change in his emotions. He was miserable before you have hugged him and now he was horny. "---What did you even take?" You questioned him curiously, lifting his head up and unlatching his fluffy head in between your neck. Your words were completely shut down by Tj before that question erupted.

His hair was currently disheveled, Cerulean eyes turned a shade darker than the usual. Looking all murky and high, "U-Uhm," He stuttered, curling the toes of his feet as he felt all the scorching heat pooling below his stomach. He was turning harder as he was taking in your outfit, his leather jacket, black leather pants, a white v-neck shirt that was too low for his decency to take and a black heeled boots that made him sneak a hand in front of his clothed cock, slyly gripping to give a little relief. Heels. Damn you for wearing those sexy boots of yours, Tj mentally thought at the back of his mind, "Ec-Ecstacy. Yeah, Ecstacy. Two pills. Those were the only ones left inside your not so secret box," He smirked, internally groaning to himself when you threw back the lollipop in your mouth, never missing to palm himself through his tight jeans, his eyes were tempted to shut for a moment when he could feel a tiny relief wash through him, yet he fought off the urge and gnawed on his lip rather harshly.

"How'd you even find it, Teej?!" You exclaimed, sniggering as you couldn't believe him. Suddenly distracted, thinking how he found the box that you totally hid from him out of sight. Your breath hitched when you heard and felt your boyfriend take a subtle step forward, warm fingers wrapped sensually around your wrist. One move from him made your breath hitch. He ripped away the lollipop in your mouth, the mischievous glint in his never going unnoticed when you pondered. "You're acting...weird,"

Tj had a lopsided smile, a smile that looked cunning. You knew that smile, it was those types of smile of his which consists of sweat beneath the sheets, clothes completely off. Oh God. You felt him move closer, if that was even possible. Feeling his hard-on touching your clothed body and you gasped. Eyebrows up skeptically, "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY HARD RIGHT NOW?!" You exclaimed a little too loudly, not believing how hard you could feel he was.

Tj lightheadedly chuckled before you, his glassy, tantalizing cerulean eyes memorizing your face even though he already did. "So hard, Babe." He quietly murmured. The way he said his words seem to slightly turn you on as he continued to open his mouth. He was acting completely seductive and erotic.

It was working, alright.

"Squeeze me, please. I'm so fucking horny right now," Tj licked his lips, your other hand..without the lollipop languidly guiding your hands on his crotch. But, before you could get to palm him through his jeans. You were quick to whisk your hand away and you swore you heard him whimper when you did. He didn't know you actually wanted to do it, but your slightly sober self tells you not to because he was high and not on his right mind.

"No. I am not squeezing you through your jeans! And I will not have sex with you when you're high and shit, Thomas! Didn't I set some rules? Don't you remember?" You warned your baby boy who was pouting in front of you.

 He timidly nodded in understanding, chewing on his bottom lip as his breathing grew deeper. His hungry eyes craved for seeing you in lesser clothes. Tj was acting like he wasn't given his favorite candy when you've tried rejecting him. He was utterly close to stomping his feet like a child because you didn't want to cave in. "I know, I know. But, please just for tonight. I'll get to remember anything, and I'm still in my damn right state of mind. I don't care if you'll punish me..just please, I'll do everything you want! Just fuck me, Y/N. Pleaaaseeee," Tj desperately pleaded, you saw the twinkle in his eyes. Gosh, that was your weakness. He looked damn gorgeous without even trying. So hot and sexy. You can't help but vocally groan out your frustrations. You wanted to give in.

"You're so fucking hot," The hammond boy whispered, stealing the tangerine lollipop in your hand. You watched his movements like a hawk and your baby boy boldly stared back at you, cerulean eyes a shade darker with hunger and love included. He opened those wet, kissable, red lips of his. Voluptously fishing his tongue out before erotically pushing the sweet treat on the pad of his wet tongue, devouring it like what he does with your breasts.

You were downright turned on with that one simple movement. Downright hungry for what he could give. He was naughtily looking at you all through out as he continued ravishing the poor lollipop with his tongue and lips. You can't help but subtly push your thighs close together to relieve the itchy, hungry feeling. An itch that you wanted Tj to relieve so bad.

Tj kept sucking on it loudly like a kid who loved his lolly. Your eyes focusing on the lucky lollipop trapped inside his lips. He mindlessly licked his red, plump lips and swiping the sweet treat around his lips. Thinking about doing something he wanted to since you opened that mouth of yours when you started ranting out your anger a while ago.

"Mmmh!" You weakly palmed his naked chest from the jolt of spark when he immediately wrapped a hand behind your neck, his warm, hot mouth now on yours. Sloppily kissing you with fervor. You wanted this. Gosh, you've been wanting this from the moment you were with your friends. You know the alcohol in your system and your wild hormones wanted it.

So, you had no choice but to flutter your eyes closed. Completely caving in his need and apparently with yours either.

Tj softly bit your lip as you could feel his wet tongue darting out, sliding in for entrance. You wholeheartedly did. Pushing your tongue out to lap with his, both doing the Tango. The kiss was all wet, sloppy and with the need to get the heat starting.

Warm, shallow breaths were shared. Teeth grinding in with each other in a rough manner. You craned your neck higher till you could fully reach Tj's mouth and it became a whole lotta easier for the both of you when you hooked your arm around his neck, tugging him closer and tiptoeing as you desperately pushed your tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss. His tongue hitting with yours as he continued kissing you with his expert tongue.

You could feel your hormones running around in a frenzy. It was shocking you that you were as thirsty as the man who just had taken drugs.

And because Tj was a little too sensitive to touches. He had a higher pleasure from desire and physical touches. It was part of the effect of the Ecstacy he took, he had been more vocal than ever and he never did forget to deeply and quietly moan it in your mouth even though you two were only just kissing.

How would it even feel like for him if you both started doing more than just making out?

You could feel his slightly swollen, beet red lips releasing your bottom lip with a gentle tug of his teeth, your lips looking the same way as his. Only a dark shade of lust could be seen in his eyes and a little bit of hue around his diluted baby blue eyes. His eyes appeared to be darker than it used to be, the hunger growing larger and impossible to stop.

"I've been a very...very bad boy," Tj slurred raspily as he dragged out his words, sounding more sensual and hotter. Those quiet words of submission made you whimper, it was such a turn on and he damn knew it. The naughty lopsided smile on his face says so. His warm hand caught your wrist and he eyed your hand in front of him before languidly bringing it close to his parted delicious red lips. Filthy thoughts clouded your mind, you wanted nothing more than his lips beneath your core, desperately lapping for your juices.

"Punish me," You couldn't help the shivers when Tj lightly bit the tip of your index finger, his lust blown eyes peering down at you with a hypnotizing gaze. "I'll do anything..anything you want, Mistress."

The way he said the word 'Mistress' flicked a switch inside of you and in your needy core. Tj began sucking in the tip of your finger with his lip, he began pushing your finger in his mouth, the pad of his tongue resting on the palm of your finger.

His sucking was cut short, your finger halfway in his mouth when you stopped pushing it in. Your eyes completely enamoured by how his sinful lips were working around your finger. You cleared your throat, switching your weight from one foot to the other in excitement then slowly adding another finger in between his lip. Your digits sliding in so warmly, "Anything I want?" You gnaw on your bottom lip, watching how both of your fingers were now inside of his mouth. Debauchingly sliding in and out.

He nodded eagerly, blue eyes staring down at you with such fake innocence. "Will my baby boy like that?" You felt his tongue swirling around your digits. Your mind now completely elsewhere, wetness starting to pool in your heat from Tj's basic ministrations.

Oh, were you lusting so hard for him.

You took your damp fingers out of his lips in a pop, quickly hurling your wet digits in your mouth and eagerly sucking it off like he had done with your fingers. All the while remaining eye contact, and Tj swore he could painfully feel his cock throb beneath his jeans when he watched your fingers go in and out like he imagined it was his hard cock. It was so damn arousing.

Y/N hooked a finger around his necklace, roughly pulling him close to her face. Tj couldn't help but utter a guttural moan when she palmed him through his jeans, giving his hard, trapped cock rough squeezes. Just like how he ought to be touched, she swiftly licked her lips as she eyed him flutter his eyes closed. Y/N dragged her lips across his jaw, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses till she reached his ears, breath fanning and whispering. "I want you to eat me out,"

"Want your mouth on me, Baby.."

He keenly obliged, instantly dropping himself to his knees like the submissive that he is. Gazing up at you with that adorable, hot, dazed glimmer in his blue eyes, "You want to come in my mouth? Will my mistress want that?" Tj purred. His rough, wandering hands slipping in your shirt, fingers lightly swiping through your soft belly pouch till he reached the belt of your jeans in which he hastily unbuckled off then threw in somewhere in the kitchen.

"Baby boy's so needy and eager.." You peered down at him, watching his movement very closely. Chewing on your bottom lip, raking your hand in his soft, fluffy hair. He looked up at you, as he subtly popped the button of your jeans, zipping it down in haste. "So damn horny,"

Tj tugged at your jeans and slipped it off you in one tug, you lifted your feet to help him rip the damn clothing off your body when you realized your boots were still on. "Oh, I forgot to take my boots off--"

"Leave it." He softly demanded, throwing your jeans away, hearing a sound that made you know it hit a cubboard. You raised a brow, and he glanced to see you questioning him why. "Please," He softly pleaded, fingers hooking in the waistband of your black seamless underwear, Tj was admiring your face, staring you up beneath his eyelashes, "Want you naked with just those," Oh, was it one of his fetishes.

Your panties were off in one go, yet this time. That one tiny clothing of yours weren't thrown away. Tj slyly kept it in the pocket of his jeans, smirking beneath you once he did. His warm, grabby hands landed on your soft, silky thighs that had temporary indentations from the jeans you wore. Lines were indented on your smooth thighs and legs. He traced those with his feather-like fingers. His eyes following where his fingers trailed upon, completely dazed.

Until his hands ended on place where it was inevitable to be touched. Tj's middle finger slid in between your moisty folds, checking how wet you are and he gave out a satisfied moan when he felt how wet you are. Wet, but still not enough.

He watched how you roughly bit your bottom lip when his finger swiped your wetness, eyes fluttering closed when he searched for that tiny bud that gave your body intense pleasure. Tj began circling your clit, locking his eyes at your pleasured face. Eyes closed, lips parted with shallow breaths coming out of your mouth.

Your face was completely erotic. It was making his cock harder, if that was even possible.

The soft, delicate moans that came out of your mouth was enough to make Tj blow his mind. He was gently circling your clit, spreading your wetness around your labia, yet it still wasn't enough. He wanted to see you fully, face to face with your heat. He wanted your sweet, addictive juices in his mouth.

Tj took one of your leg, hooking it around his shoulder and he was quickly met with your wet folds. Your sweet sleek glistening against the kitchen's lights, and it was like he had seen his favorite candy because of how the dark pupil of his eyes turned larger, his eyes darkening more. "Oh, God.." He moaned, his thumb and index finger spreading your folds, seeing and feeling your wetness. All of it was for him to take and dive in. "This all for me?"

You only uttered a very lewd moan that made him quickly nose dived in your heat. Another moan escaped your parted lips, louder than the ones you've been moaning out. The way you tug on his hair was much more rougher when he flicked his tongue against your clit. Squirming against his hold, your other hand landing on the kitchen island that was behind you. You let out a loud cry when he circled his tongue against your swollen clit, lips sucking around your swollen bud. Your heart was beating a thousand times faster, and Tj was feeling more heady and euphoric once he got to taste your sweet juices.

"T-Tj," Your soul felt like it was being sucked in another planet. He moaned against you, feeling satisfied from your saccharine taste that he have been dying to taste. More. He wanted more. He immediately darted his sinful tongue inside your sleek entrance, his pointy nose rubbing with your aching bud. You pushed his head deeper, roughly tugging at his dark roots as you shifted your leg around his shoulders. Opening your legs more for him to dulge in to.

You took a glimpse of Tj's pretty face, and your mind was in a bliss. He looked completely enticing and in deep pleasure. His eyes were closed, seeming to be in another state of mind as you see his tongue darting in and out of your heat and that couldn't help but trigger you to the brink of your orgasm.

You could feel your lower abdomen tighten in a warm knot, Tj grabbed a handful of your mound, squishing your derriere on his palm, pushing you closer against his mouth as your eyes lulled back. All you had to do was lock him in between your legs, but your mischievous self had to stop your high and wound him away, tugging Tj up as you tug on his necklace till he was towering before you.

"Why'd you made me stop?" He aggravatingly spat, his lips were glistening from your juices. Mind all heady, eyes completely looking high and lips all bruised and swollen.

You gave a lopsided smile, fluttering your eyelashes up at him as you locked him hypnotized, "You've been a good boy, sweetheart."

"But now, I just want to cum around your cock," His chest vibrated as he uttered a very animalistic moan. You took his leather jacket off and Tj did his best to help you take your shirt off even though his movements were disoriented.

He mumbled a very low whimper, seeing you stark naked in front of him was making his cock ache against his jeans, in the midst of thinking about how to make him suffer less. Tj unbuckled his belt, and to make everything faster so he could stand bare..You hurriedly popped the buttons of his jeans and began helping him.

"Fuck me from behind," You stated breathless. A satisfied moan came out of you when his swollen, fat cock sprung out, the swollen, pinkish head hitting his pelvis and he couldn't help but groan from feeling free.

The look he was giving you was untamed and wild, so raunchy. You pulled at his necklace, bringing his face close until you captured his lips in a sloppy, bruising kiss full of ardor. You were craving for him and he was craving for you.

You nibbled at his swollen, bottom lip. Tj's eyes were heavy lidded and lust-filled. Your teeth gave his lower lip a hard pull, with your hand gripping around the base of his hard, veiny cock. He shut his eyes closed when you began stroking his cock, giving a few tight pumps, feeling the angry veins on the palm of your hands. "Ugh," You heard Tj emit a carnal, short moan. It sounded so good in your ears and it made you gnaw on your bottom lip, watching Tj's face twisting in utmost pleasure.

His cock was pulsing, every once in a while with every stroke given to his cock, his breath was hitching. The fingers clawing on your hip gripping tighter with every twist of your wrist. Drips of pre-cum oozing out. Automatically, your thumb swiped the pre-cum off. You watched the way your hand moved around his cock and Tj was eyeing your movements. Gaping at how you could pleasure him in the right damn ways.

Bringing your cum-filled thumb to your lips, you sucked your thumb, tasting his pre-cum and you couldn't help but hum in satisfaction, closing your eyes and showing your baby boy how delicious he tasted, making Tj whimper from how utterly erotic you looked. He tasted so salty and sweet. You popped your thumb out of your mouth, batting your eyelashes up at your baby boy. "Baby boy wants a suck?"

He still seemed to be hypnotized for a second, before you see him purse his lips as he thought, caressing your bare hip bone and with no hesitation, he shook his head. "I want in," Tj rasped with gritted teeth, before rushing to spin you around. Your heart pounded against your chest in excitement, he bent you over against the kitchen island, feeling his hand resting on the small of your back. You could feel his eyes raking you over, memorizing every detail of your flawed, but perfect body that was bent before him.

Your cunt was throbbing and aching for his cock. You heard him hum and felt his naughty, sensual hand lightly tracing your spine, his fingers lightly trailing the bone on your back, travelling lower and lower till his other hand rested on your hip, keeping you steady in place.

Your body shivered as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your naked back. Never forgetting to give them a suck to leave a mark, releasing your skin with a lick of his tongue to soothe the fresh, new hickeys. Your eyes immediately fluttered close when he reached your neck and you couldn't help but crane your neck further for him to have more skin to kiss and suck.

A cold, metal string was laying cold on your back, in opposite of your flushed, burning skin. It was distracting your senses, thinking about how hot Tj was. All naked with only his beloved necklace, looking stoned and with one thing in his mind. To fuck you till you were spent.

Tj grabbed onto your hip rather tightly, his fingers probably leaving a mark from how tight he was gripping on your waist. His other hand gripped the base of his cock and he pulled your hip higher, jerking you upward. Half of your body resting on top of the kitchen island, proppeling on your tiptoes as he lined his swollen head on your wet entrance. Your elbows were propped on the smooth surface, trying to bend lower as you bit on your bottom lip so hard just waiting for yourself to get fucked till you could see stars.

Your eyes could see Tj's phone resting on the edge of the kitchen island and with a naughty, mischievous plan in mind seeking for vengeance, you quickly snatched and took his phone in your hand. Tj paid no mind and continued his ministrations, feeling the head of his cock finally pushing slowly in your swollen, dripping, needy core.

Inch by inch his cock was in, and you couldn't help but tightly hold onto his phone and moan out the pleasure once he was halfway inside, uttering out a louder moan when his hips gave a sharp thrust to push himself fully into you, stopping once he was settled and pulsing around your walls.

You squeezed him and it made Tj utter a low growl. Your eyes were tempted to flutter closed, but your plans made you not to as you looked beneath your eyelashes and dialed in a number that wasn't in his contacts anymore. A number whom you memorized in case he decides to plan and gatecrash into your steady relationship, wanting to gain something from your baby boy.

Tj's fingers travelled towards the other side of your hip, bracing himself as he could finally fuck you till your last breath. The call began ringing, and so does Tj's hips began thrusting in and out in an intense pace. Your body jerked against the kitchen island everytime his pelvis hits your derriere with every move of his hips.

"Tj?" The man on the other side of the line rasped with a chuckle. Your furrowed brows became more wrinkled when you heard that awful voice that reminded you of awful things. Your fingers began to loosen around the phone while Tj quickened his pace. Slowly pulling out his cock, before pushing in again and again. Feeling his lips on your neck, he gave open mouthed kisses and continued pumping in and out of you. His breath giving a pornographic hitch of his breath, emitting a breathy moan everytime he fully pulls out of you and slickly pushes in your throbbing walls with sharp pushes.

"A-Ahh," You moaned on the phone, your mouth ajar and your only focus was Tj's cock slipping in and out of you, deeper than before as he continuously fucked you from behind. You hitched a breath when you felt his hand snake around you, travelling towards your rub deprived clit and felt his fingers rubbing hard on it, erupting a very erotic moan out of you. "Fuuuck, Tj!"

"What the hell?" Sean loudly spoke from the phone, hardly believing what he was hearing. "Ugh, fuck! Yes!" Tj groaned out loud, his lust-filled eyes watching where your bodies connected, his cock disappearing inside your cunt which was utterly wet from your juices. His mouth hung open from the pleasure he was feeling. It was too good. So good. Your walls clenched around him, feeling the familiar throb forming in between your legs. Earning a very loud sensual moan from Thomas made Sean brows raise in animosity.

"Did you seriously just called to make me hear your very unattractive audio porn with some bitch?"

You ignored the whiny, petty congressman in line and concentrated how Tj was fucking you so good. His hips decided to shift in a different angle, and it was a very good angle for you because it made you feel good as the pleasure began building up a thousand times better. "Tj, right there baby! S-so so goooood," You moaned louder, Tj was hitting a special spot and it was making you cum faster than normal. He continued hitting your g-spot, never forgetting to slip a hand under you to grab at your boobs, fondling with the softness and roundness of it while his other hand was still on your clit, rubbing harsh circles. The whole kitchen was filled with loud, perceptible moans, a lot of filthy skin slapping and the slick sounds while he abuses your sex.

You knew you were close when you squeezed around his cock and so was Tj. His moans became more audible inside the apartment, hearing his breath hitching every now and then. Tj felt his balls tighten as he continued fucking you from behind, his abdominal muscles tightening as he was finally feeling the knot.

"I--I can't hold it in anymore," Tj murmured after emitting a very hot groan. "O-Oh my God," He breathed in between his moans, the air harshly coming out of his nose as he breathed deep, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "I'm coming, Y/N. I fucking hope you are too,"

"I-I'm coming, baby. Cum with me," You whispered harshly, moan after moan. Your legs were shaking, and so does Tj's hips. He tightened his jaw, feeling the orgasm coming close. "Y-Your pussy feels fucking heaven, Y/N! Fuck!"

He never stopped circling your clit, deliciously thrusting his hips against your pussy and in one pinch you've finally reached your high. You tightly squeezed around him, triggering him into shooting his load inside of you. Tj came, uttering a breathy groan when he spurted all his cum, milking your walls.

Your moan died down very slowly, feeling his warm load inside of you was to die for, even had it dripping out of you. It was worth enough to turn you crazy. You blinked, slowly opening your eyes. Trying to relieve from the very blissful feeling of being fucked by Tj Hammond. Your legs felt jello, and Tj had to support your waist. His hands going straight towards it as he gently held you in his arms.

"You fucker should know not to mess with Tj's feelings, especially when you're the fucking bastard who ruined his damn life," You hissed on the other line, breath undeniably labored and Tj was blinking down at you, his mind completely out of this world and appearing to recover from his post-coital bliss. "Sayonara, Fucker. Go fuck yourself with that audio porn," You ended the call in one push of a button. Damn it, Sean Reeves was ruining your damn night.

Tj spun you around, leaning your back against the kitchen island. His eyes all soft, sweet and dazed. He stared at your face like you're the only woman he cherishes besides his mother of course. "Was that Sean?"

You nodded, palms going straight to his face as you reached up to skim your fingers on his jaw. He gave a small, tight smile, "Why'd you call him?"

Only a shrug was given to his question, your face seeming to regret the call you made to a very well known congressman. God, you were an impulsive one. What if he had recorded everything in his phone? You even moaned Tj's name out loud for Christ's sake. That would be a great headline for some news article. 'Y/N Y/L/N have accidentally/or not leaked her audio porn with Tj Hammond via phone to Sean Reeves for the sake of revenge,' It definitely didn't sound too good with all the press involved. "I dunno, Teej. I actually wanted a video call, not a very lame audio porn. Sike."

Tj's face looked so precious when he laughed, his eyes all crinkly as he deeply chuckled, feeling his palms glide on your sides, just feeling you. "You're one kinky shit, Y/N."

"I know, baby. I know." You uttered, your sneaky hand trailing down his torso and Tj felt every inch of it because the ecstacy was still in his system and your touches immediately went straight to his cock. His eyebrow shot up when he felt your fingers travelling towards his pelvis, tracing his deep hip indents that you so love to lick on. "You've been a very...very good boy, Tj." You purred, biting your lower lip while you watch your hand travel down till you reached his semi-hard dick. Your baby boy deserves all the love in the world, and definitely a mindblowing fuck. "You still got another one in ya'? I'm still kinda horny, Babe."

"Mmmmh," He fluttered his eyes closed, moaning against his throat when he felt your dirty, sneaky fingers fondling with his ballsac, giving him gentle squeezes. "Feels good, baby?" Your fingers began to wrap around his cock once again, and his breath gave out a very shocking hitch. "I-I'm still so...so sensitive, Mistress." He softly whispered, his breath still hitching when your finger trailed the bulging vein laying under his cock.

You acted like you were thinking deeply for a moment, cocking your head to the side as your hand was still glued to his dick. "I think you deserve a gift, Love."

With that been said, his eyes quickly snapped opened as he concentrated on you, completely confused. "You're definitely going to like it, I can tell." The shine in your eyes meant you were anticipating for this exact moment, and Tj smiled, still stoned from the Ecstacy and post coital bliss. He nodded even though he had no idea what you had in mind.

Tj didn't actually thought he was gonna get fucked in the ass by you. He remembered he had told the idea that being fucked with a strap would be such a turn on, yet he didn't think you would eventually take it to mind since you just gave a small hum in response.

He didn't thought you would even buy one, a dildo strap just for him? How lucky can he be?

"I honestly thought we're gonna have vanilla sex or something, I was so ready for that to be honest," Tj pondered as he was on all fours on top of your king sized bed. He looked behind his shoulders and saw you fixing the straps around your hips. The sounds making his cock twitch, his heart fastening its pace because of the excitement.

"Vanilla sex is for wimps," You muttered, genuinely distracted by the blue silicon dildo hanging over the top of your vagina, totally unphased by the image of you having a fake dick. "Stop acting like you're not liking every minute of this, Thomas. I can see your dick getting hard and I'm not even touching you yet,"

"Is it, really? That didn't stop you from moaning hard the other night--Ugh, fuck.." Tj couldn't help but shut his mouth and bit his lips when he felt you spreading his cheeks apart. His eyes instantly closed shut when he felt you dropping a lot of lube on his muscled hole, the cold liquid giving him a satisfying shiver. He tried prying his eyes open, giving you a short glimpse and seeing you concentrated and focused on massaging his hole with your middle finger, spreading the lubricant before inserting your finger inch by inch.

"Wow, that shut you up." You muttered as your finger was slowly pumping in and out of his ass. "I was about to back out because this silicon dick is distracting me and I look hilarious with it, but seeing you submit to me is actually pretty hot, Teej."

You added another finger, stretching him up before you get to the good part. Tj couldn't help but choke in his own moans, it was so damn hot. "Feels good, baby boy?"

Tj uttered a frustrated groan, and he nodded before fisting his own hand on top of the mattress. When you realize that he was finally prepped up..well, a little bit prepped up. You grabbed the goods, adding some more lube on your strap on. "Damn it," You muttered, feeling all hot and bothered from everything that's happening. "You owe me another orgasm," Tj set his lips in a straight line, the silence from him was worrying you but you knew he was stopping himself from just moaning out loud. His brows furrowed while he waits for the pleasurable moment as he grips on the sheets.

"On second thought," You teased his entrance with the bulbous head. His cock was harder than a rock, it was standing tall and proud beneath him. "I'm riding your face instead, deal?" Tj let his mouth fall, his eyes slowly fluttering closed as he could feel you filling him up inch by inch. He let out a sigh as you go deeper and deeper inside. It felt too good.

"Do I get myself a deal?" Your hips stopped till you reached the brink, still letting him get used the feeling . Tj was breathing deep and hard, and you weren't even starting yet. The whole thing was arousing you, it was totally making you wet. Yet, tonight was about Tj, the gift was about making Tj feel good and better because he deserves it. Your Tj deserves everything in the world, and you were about to give it to him.

You lightly trailed your fingers on Tj's back, taking your sweet time as you teased, "Will you let me ride your pretty, sweet face, baby boy?" Tj choked up on his own saliva, his focus completely on the fact that he was filled and utterly loved. "I-I'll let you fuck my face, mistress..Ask me anything and I'll give you everything you want..just...ugh, Oh God, yes.." He deeply moaned, slightly trying to move his naughty hips to relieve himself and you gave his ass a light slap in which he took it better than you expected. You didn't want to hurt him, he was your precious little boy after all. He froze and tried his best not to move. "Y/N, Just fuck me already," Your baby boy groaned in the back of his throat in a frustrated manner, changing from submissive to a dominant, eager man. You couldn't help but slightly laugh from your impatient boyfriend.

"Such a good boy for me," You gave his back upper spine a light kiss before experimentally rocking your hips. This was all new to you, everything you have never experienced. Tj's breath hitched at the back of his throat when you've began to set a pace, adding more speed to your thrusts. Were you even doing everything right?

"A-Am I doing it right, Tj?" Your voice changed into the weaker side, grabbing onto his perfect bicep, never forgetting to give it a sweet caress to check how he was doing and he only quivered when you hit a spot. "Does it make you feel good?" Only Tj did was nod sharply, clawing at your wrinkled white sheets. "Y-You're doing great, Y/N! S-so great! A-Ahh, Y-Yes!" He choked up before uttering a loud moan that sounded so divine when your hips kept up a faster pace, colliding with his hips as you reached to the brink in delicious repetition.

Tj was already in heaven.

It felt more like heaven when you decided to reach his hardened cock beneath him, tightly stroking his aching cock with your fist, spreading his pre-cum all over his swollen, pinkish head while pushing in and out of him with no difficulty. The sounds coming from the both of you was heavenly, slick sounds that was making you wetter, keeping the both of you wet and never intending to stop.

You slowly pulled out till the tip before pushing back in with the same pace, it made Tj groan, making his thighs shake while you began to pick up the pace again, your breath coming out of you with huge puffs.

"I can tell your balls are beginning to tighten," You muttered when his cock twitched in your hand, quickly sneaking to grab and play his balls. Tj desperately wanted to come undone , and he was a man with a plan, he began to push his hips back to meet with yours, and every thrust from you was ten times better because it was a lot deeper, hitting that special spot inside that made his cock twitch again. "You coming now, babe?"

"C-Coming! I'm c-coming!" His voice turned a lot higher than he expected to, you nodded to yourself and grabbed onto his hips, your other hand twisting the base of his dick with your wrist and he could feel the knot coming, Tj could feel his abdomen tightening, the muscled hole even squeezing the dildo up inside of him. "Yes! yes! yes!"

With just one last push, he came undone. His lips totally ajar, breath coming out of his mouth harshly, breathing out balls of air as sweat formed all around your bodies, your faces turning a lot more reddish from all the physical activities that happened tonight. Tj spurted out his load on your sheets, staining your newly changed bed sheet.

You leaned back down to reach for his face, your hand gripping his clammy jaw, mindlessly telling him you needed a kiss after that exhausting activity. He wholly gave you his face, his soul felt like it was given another set of life. If you wanted kisses, then he'll give you more than that. After all what you did to him? you deserved more than just kisses. However, your frame couldn't even reach his face and it made you groan out a curse. "I can't fucking reach to kiss you," you muttered, sighing before slowly pulling the strap out of him.

He was quick to fall flat on your bed, entirely exhausted from your very eventful day. You were quickly cleaning everything off, putting it back to where it belonged. Your knees feeling jello and weak from the sex but you were lucky you could still stand. "You just basically laid on your cum, Thomas. Gross." You joked as you stood beside him, keeping the strap on inside your bed side table, checking if he was still alive and breathing.

Tj was sprawled naked and sweaty on the bed and gave zero fucks. Your eyebrows began to knot together, prompting your knee on his side of the bed as you worriedly check his stilled body. "Tj?"

You shrieked when he suddenly grabbed you by the hips, tackling you down on the mattress, your messy, sex hair all over your face and you couldn't help but giggle out loud despite that you were clearly worn out. "TJ!"

"It's not like you don't swallow every bit of it when you do," He chuckled, having no energy to hover above you as he used his elbow to stare at your face in delight. Tj was smiling, only smiling and you could see how his gorgeous Cerulean eyes was shining beneath the moonlight, there was finally the shine that his family wanted to see from him. The light in his eyes when he was still a little boy in the white house and you were lucky to have the privilege to see it all the time he stares at you.

"W-what?" You stuttered, downright flushing from how he was staring at your face. Tj grabbed your face and leaned down to lock his lips with yours, even locking your hearts together and as one. You lightly kissed him back, pouring all your love for each other before stopping to take a breather.

Tj leaned his forehead with yours, his breath hitting your swollen lips. "I love you very much, it's surprising me how I learned to love you. Here I thought I was fully gay," He chuckled deeply, his voice knocking his sweaty chest. "Then you came along and molded me into becoming someone better, a much happier and contented version of myself,"

"I love you more than you do, Teej. I'm lucky to have you all to myself, call me selfish but..You're mine,"

"I'm yours, Y/N. All yours. Not any man could get me away from you," Tj whispered, a hot lopsided smile lifting his lip up which made you raise a brow. "Unless, if he's hot and has a big dick then.." He dragged, his mischievous smile turning wider when he saw how your face fall from his previous sentence.

"Choose, Teej. A big dick or this pussy?" You raised a sassy brow, gesturing down below and groaned playfully, laughter erupting inside the whole room. "That isn't fucking fair! I'm choosing both!" He whimpered and joked. "I'm kidding. I could always take up that neon blue silicon dick even though, you looked entertaining wearing that strap-on,"

"Well, You're doomed anyways." You fake a sigh, lightly tapping his cheek with your palm, giving him another sweet peck on the lips.

Tj's brows cinched together, pure confusion written in his eyes. "Why?"

"I've got blackmail, you got no other choice than to be with me forever," You slowly sat on the bed, taking a glimpse on your white vanity dresser, where a phone has been standing there all night long. "I caught everything on record," Your heart raced, completely thrilled at the fact that you were recording the whole thing in your phone. "Porn tape, check. It was part of my wish list, don't judge me Teej."

Tj uttered a quiet hum, his sneaky, naughty hand travelling towards your breasts, his fingers flicking with the nipple while he mindlessly thought out loud, completely enthralled by your boobs. "Okay, I won't." His face moved to kiss the tops of your breasts, and you couldn't help but lick your lips as you watch him start his spell on you.

"But, you gotta let me watch it first," He pressed open mouthed kisses on your breasts, his tongue slowly licking that path between your mounds and he lifted his naughty, mischievous messy head of his.

"Or maybe another video would be great?"

WHOO! WAS IT HOT IN HERE OR WHAT? You know you love me and my imagination!

XOXO, 

TATA

[minijenn]

Random Keys/UF Crossover Ideas

Because I’m torn between both of my projects right now and I hate myself, here’s something that’ll only really appeal to the very niche audience of people who read both Universe Falls and Keys to the Kingdom. Basically its a list of somewhat spoilery (for Keys more than UF) headcanons of what it might be like if the Gravity Falls world scheduled to be in Keys was a Universe Falls world instead (in the sense that it still takes place in Gravity Falls physically but like... its set in the universe of Universe Falls (oy I’m explaining too much lemme just start rambling off the random ideas that have been popping into my head over the last several days of this hypothetical crossover of my two stupid fanfics):

For reference’s sake, on the UF end of things, this would take place somewhere around the middle of arc10ish, pretty close to Weirdmageddon as the GF world in Keys is gonna take place pretty close to Weirdmageddon too. 

For Keys, the trip to this world would still take place in the same spot the GF world does, so semi close to the end of the story, as one of the last Disney worlds of the fic (guess it wouldn’t really be a “Disney” world here but ehhhhhh) 

Guess I better give some context about what’s going on in each fic around that time; UF’s is easier to do so we’ll start with that; basically without spoiling a certain upcoming arc ender too much, during arc 10, everyone’s sorta frazzled what between all of the interdimensional travel, worries about Bill coming back and causing chaos, worries about the Diamonds possibly getting involved in stuff, shaken by the recent revelation that Rose allegedly shattered Pink Diamond and so on (basically there’s a lot going on in the leadup to UF’s ending hahaha) 

Context for Keys (again without getting too spoilery (gotta tread even more careful here) is that by this point in the story Sora is basically in nonstop Panic Mode about the whole norting thing thanks to a certain encounter with one Bald Old Fuckhead during the Aladdin world immediately before this; so Sora’s on the run from basically his entire support system cause he’s all worried about unintentionally hurting his friends (and he also just doesn’t want Riku or Kairi in particular to see what’s happening to him cause Disaster Bi). 

Cont. Context for Keys cause that last bullet point was Long: Despite all this fuckin Angst, Sora’s still out searching for the Keys on his own in the hopes of securing the final few for the guardians of light before he can be fully norted and forced into handing them over to the Organization instead 

Not to mention those freak relatively dark/light powers of his are alll outta whack cause he A. Doesn’t know how to control them At All and B. Is Emotionally Distraught so that’s only making things worse

And the entire gang is more or less out searching the worlds tryin’ to find Sora (he yeeted his Gummi Phone off a fuckin cliff or something just so nobody could get in touch with him smh what a waste of a perfectly good cell phone); among the teams that are out doing so include the one we’re gonna focus on here, Ven and Roxas  

Back to the UF end of things, I wanna talk about where each of the Mystery Kids are at this point; Steven is sorta all over the place with, again, the revelation that his mom could have been a murderer; Dipper is hella nervous about the idea of Bill getting his hands on the Rift (even moreso after RMD cause PTSD is Somethin Else kids), Mabel is in that mindset of not wanting the summer to end so they can all stay together, and Connie is basically (as usual) the only one with any brain cells as she’s trying to hold the gang together

(lowkey spoilers for the Keys GF chapters start here) So Sora arrives in Gravity Falls, suffering from all the angsts and anxieties and whatnot and just Not Having a Very Good Time Emotionally/Mentally as he starts lookin around for the Key in the woods or whatever

But lo and behold everyone’s favorite Evil Corn Chip just so happens to be spyin’ on him, and before too long Bill makes his appearance and acts all friendly to Sora, claiming that he can basically undo the whole norting thing (which he knows all about because of course he would, this is Bill Fucking Cipher we’re talking about here)

Sora’s skeptical but at the same time he’s sort of willing to do whatever he can at this point to keep his heart from being taken over by Mr. Bald Old Fuckhead and all Bill is asking for in return is for him to nab some sparkly snow globe that he claims already belongs to him but was stolen by some local family who Bill makes out to be pretty bad so hey, why not at least give it a shot? (dumb, the kid is dumb this is something we’ve established many times over by this point)

So Sora sets out to look for both the rift and the Key (while also being harangued by Xemnas who’s the Org. baddie of the GF world but errrrr i don’t have a ton of ideas about what he’s gonna do yet so we’ll just skip over that for now and focus on somethin else)

Something else being the fact that Sora happens upon a bunch of kids being attacked by a group of Nobodies, so he swoops in to save them even though the kids already look like they’re holding their own pretty well against them (two of them are out here swinging swords around, one’s really handy with that grappling hook while another one has some sort of magical shield? Its weird??? But cool imo) 

So they all team up to take the Nobodies out and following that, Sora meets and mostly hits it off with the Mystery Kids

Mabel is super hype (she kinda instantly crushes on Sora as soon as she sees him even though he’s too fuckin old for her); Steven and Sora radiate the same sort of Sweet But Sad energy so of course they’re best friends immediately 

Connie’s a lil bewildered by Sora (who the hell goes around swinging a giant key like its a sword, that’s just not practical???) but Dipper’s distrustful radar is instantly raised for a a number of reasons, but the biggest red flag he notices about Sora by far is that his eyes are yellow (btw by this point his eyes will more or less be completely yellow and his hair almost entirely white; he usually wears his hood up to try and hide that, but it got blown off during the forementioned fight) 

So the kids were out and about in the woods for mystery hunting reasons, mostly cause they were trying to cool their heads from all of the stress they’re under mentioned earlier (and cause hey, the summer’s ending soon and they gotta spend all the time they can together at this point) 

However, they quickly change gears when they learn about Sora’s quest to find some magical Key and they all eagerly decide they wanna help with that cause it sounds hella rad; Dipper would likely be the only dissenter to this plan, but he’d be lowkey about it, kinda deciding to keep a suspicious eye on Sora all the while (he doesn’t really act like he’s being possessed by Bill, but ya can never be too sure nowadays...) 

So they all set out in search of the Key (Sora decides not to tell them about Bill or the rift just yet, but even so right off the bat he’s basically decided “yes I’m adopting all four of these kids as my new little brothers and sisters and no one can stop me”)

So cut to the other end of things and we have Ven and Roxas who have basically only just met each other face to face for the first time (they’re both basically constantly doin that spiderman look alike meme); they’ve been more or less teamed up to look for Sora together tho, and they both got a massive guilt complex about the whole thing cause they used to be able to directly protect him inside his heart but now they can’t since they’re out of it so they’re determined to find him and make sure he’s OK

They also show up in Gravity Falls, arriving much closer to the Mystery Shack and the Gem Temple than Sora did; since its the closest thing nearby, the boys decide to venture over to the Mystery Shack to look first 

After some brief, confused yet fun conversation with Soos and Wendy, they bump into Stan and that initial meeting goes something like: 

Stan: Who the hell are you two supposed to be? You twins or something?

Roxas: No??? What the fuck is a twin??

Ventus, realizing that Roxas has like 0 real world experience or regard for world order at that moment right fucking there: (oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck) Ummmm YES WE ARE WE’RE TOTALLY TWINS AHAHA AREN’T WE BROTHER?

Roxas, immensely confused: What the hell is a brother??

And then Ford shows up and Roxas looks between him and Stan is just like “ooooh ok now I get what a twin is” and Ven is just like “oh my god I think Roxas managed to catch some of Sora’s stupidity after all asdkjalsdkalsd” 

Anyway after all this awkward confusion is over, Roxas and Ven bring up that they’re there looking for someone, and while neither Stan nor Ford are that invested, they do offhandedly mention maybe the Crystal Gems can help

Ironically enough, the Gems happen to burst into the shack right then and there, taking refuge from the surge of strange creatures swarming outside (Nobodies & Heartless); the Gems are rather overwhelmed by them since their weapons don’t work that great on them so they’ve come to seek Ford’s help (since he’s got all those weapons and lasers and shit he keeps stockpiled) 

In this Ven and Roxas end up meeting the Gems and both of them are just like :O (Ven’s lowkey like, “Aqua would get along great with these ladies, they’re total badasses just like her!”) and the Gems just kinda pass the boyos off like “yeah whatever there’s a fuckton of monsters outside meanwhile where are our kids?”

Stan and Ford are like *shrug* cause neither of them are very good at being Responsible when it comes to keeping an eye on these danger-prone kids and the Gems are just like *facepalm* “Morons” so they set out to find the kids and Ven and Roxas are like “well they know their way around here so why not go with them to see if we can find Sora too!” and so they all head out on a lil adventure

Then a whole bunch of stuff happens on both sides of the plot that I haven’t bothered to figure out; bunch of cute character interactions and whatever; insert possible second encounter with Xemnas in here somewhere where he basically shows up just to intimidate Sora but Sora’s like “no way jose, you touch any of these precious kiddos and you’ll Die” 

Somewhere in here, under... some circumstances, Sora and the MK make it back to the shack but like... everyone’s gone? (cause they all went out to look for them, didn’t even leave a note, fuckin rude) 

They search the house for anybody and then, on complete fuckin accident, Sora finds his way down into the basement (the portal room to be exact) and what else does he find down there but that thing Bill asked him to get (the rift)! 

Though he’s a little confused about why its there (Bill did say some awful family “stole” the rift from him, but none of the MK are awful, they a bunch of Good Kids); Sora still pockets it like a desperate dummy dumb anyway and doesn’t say a word about it to the kids because he thinks they might be too innocent and young to know anything about it anyway (he’s wrong of course because much like him these kids are Traumatized with a capital T but we’ll just ignore that for now)

Still on the search for that Key, Sora and the kids head out only to run right into Stan, Ford, and the Gems on the way out; course, Ven and Roxas are still with them and they see Sora and they’re like :D while Sora’s just like “aw fuck” and runs away from his problems like always

So he rushes off into the woods and who else would show up but that Motherfuckin Evil Corn Chip again who’s like “yo kid ya got the stuff” and Sora’s just like “brb having a panic attack rn” but then he ends up obliviously handing the rift over anyway cause again he’s incredibly desperate for any way out of his current horrible situation

Of course because I’m a sap for Drama, he happens to do so just as all four of the MK show up, having followed him into the woods and ohohohoh boy oh boy let’s just say them seeing Sora just up and giving the rift over to Bill would be a Moment (well, at least for Steven and Dipper cause they actually know what the fuckin rift is unlike Mabel and Connie who still wouldn’t at that point) 

So basically Bill is a little shit and takes the rift, but he can’t actually fuckin do anything with it cause he’s a physical object and he’s still intangible (or somethin like that idk I just don’t want Weirdmageddon to happen cause it would make things too complicated) so he’s like “fuck gotta find some stupid sap to possess so I can smash this dumb thing” and he nearly targets Sora (cause the kid was already stupid enough to help him in the first place so why not?) until Steven ends up being the one to fend him off using his shield 

Bill shrugs it off and makes off with the rift anyway (its like... hovering or something? idk I’m running out of steam) and everyone panics of course, especially Sora cause he’s just like “well shit I certainly Fucked Up didn’t i?” and the MK are both a mix of “YOU THINK?” (from Dipper and Connie mostly) and “imo not your fault Bill’s tricked just about all of us he’s an asshole” (from Steven and Mabel)

Amidst this a bunch of lil things also happen; the Stans and the Gems show up (along with Ven and Roxas), basically everyone is immensely confused (aka those who have no idea what the fucking rift is) and alarmed (those who do know what the rift is) that Bill has what he needs to more or less fuck the entire world over 

So everyone just decides to put everything aside and team up all together to track Bill down and get the rift back before he can break it (there’s a lot of heartwarming trust moments in here, mostly cause trust is like... the cornerstone theme of the GF chapters in Keys for obvious reasons) 

They eventually do find him and *insert big epic battle scene here* where everyone teams up to basically beat Bill to death or whatever (don’t ask me how they be doin that if he’s intangible, again I.... I’m tired and this post is long enough as it is) 

Yadda yadda yadda they beat him, get the rift back and effectively prevent Weirdmageddon from happening to begin with (which just does SO much wonderful fuckery for UF’s timeline moving forward but whatever, this ain’t about that) 

Oh and during that Climactic Battle Scene somewhere there’s some bit about Sora learning to better trust others/himself that leads to him getting the world’s Key? I-I I dunno its a work in progress...

Anyway after this there’s a lot of good character interactions all around, reconciliations between the UF characters and the Keys characters, particularly between Sora and the MK (again he’s adopted these kiddos and don’t you forget it)

So with the Key in hand, Sora starts to leave and Roxas and Ven almost convince him to go back with them until *insert Big Keys Spoiler here that results in the Organization getting their hands on that Key Sora just got and also results in Sora running away again cause... reasons*

And that’s the end of the chapters or whatever idk 

There’s probably more ideas I had in mind for this but I literally can’t do anymore my brain is dying 

I might possibly write this for reals someday i dunno I’m stuck in two personal hells here so I might as well combine ‘em

Yes I’m aware this post leans more heavily on Keys than UF but its set in the world of UF so fuck off 

Feel free to add on with any thoughts you might have about the idea

I’m tired

Amen 

[crispychrissy]

Bed of Roses - Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N finds some strange abnormalities with some medical records, and when she continues to look into it after her boss tells her not to, things take a turn for the worse. Characters: Nurse!Reader, Gordon Walker, Sabrina (OFC) Word Count: 1412 Warnings: Medical situations and discussions, angst, violence A/N: Welcome to a new journey! This chapter is short, but it’s a lead up to the journey the reader is going to be taken on. I am in the medical field (I do the reader’s job, just on the side of the insurance company), so there is some calloused mentions of medical situations that I have seen before. And yes, Sabrina is a real nurse I work with and yes, she’s that annoying. Tags are open for this series so please send an ask!

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“Never ceases to amaze me what people shove up their butts,” one of the nurses from the ER muttered as she walked into the health management and insurance review office, carelessly tossing a patient file onto the only occupied desk.

Glancing up, Y/N stopped typing, removed her hands from under the file, and placed it into the overflowing box labeled ‘New’ sitting a mere foot away from where the nurse had dropped it. “People do a lot of things, Sabrina. Good thing the human body is so resilient.”

Sabrina chuckled and snapped her gum, giving Y/N a lazy shrug. “Tell that to Mr. Isaacs,” she gestured to the folder, “who decided to shove a beer bottle up his ass and then take a shower. He fell, bottle shattered… you know the rest. Dude bled out from a perforated colon and died forty five minutes ago.”

Being a nurse herself, Y/N understood the callous nature of some people in the medical field, but it still didn’t make it easy to hear a co-worker speak without any compassion whatsoever. “That’s a tough break,” she grimaced at the unintentional pun that made Sabrina snort, “but I’ll take care of the insurance clinicals and submit it for processing.”

Sabrina blinked at her. “Yeah, I know. That’s like… your job. Duh.” With another snap of her gum, the ER nurse spun on her heel and left the room, finally leaving Y/N alone once more.

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being around people, she just enjoyed being alone more. Tasked with gathering clinical documents to submit to insurance companies for approval, her department only had two people in it. One was her, and the other was the department lead and her boss, Gordon Walker. What the man lacked in personality he made up for by allowing Y/N to do her work in peace. She was good, fast, and dependable.

She never let anything slip.

Which is why the patient file she was currently processing drew her attention. There was so much missing information, it was as if the file was documented carelessly or was done by someone who didn’t understand what fields need to be filled out.

The only information on the file was a name, Dean Winchester, and year of birth, 1979. There was no admit date, no diagnosis, and no insurance information. Usually, if a patient is uninsured, there’s a code that’s used to flag the file so it doesn’t land on Y/N’s desk; no insurance means there’s nothing for her to submit. But in this case, the field was left completely blank.

Thinking it was just a clerical error, she opened up the medical record search box on her computer and typed this mystery man’s information in. Her eyebrows shot up when the program notified her that there were fourteen matches based on his name and year of birth.

“What the hell?” she mumbled to herself as she scrolled through each record, realizing that each patient file is just as incomplete as the one on her desk. None of the files ever crossed her desk, so it wasn’t anything she overlooked, but it was still a huge error on the part of the hospital and needed to be corrected.

Highlighting all the files, she printed each admit form out and tucked them neatly into a folder. Gordon would need to be made aware of what Y/N discovered so they could figure out how this Dean Winchester fella had been receiving free medical care over the last decade without anyone noticing. She set his file and the folder filled with admit forms to the side and continued processing the stack of patient files that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her desk, regardless of how fast she worked.

When Gordon strolled into the office thirty minutes later, Y/N caught his attention and gathered the files before walking over to his desk right as he sat down.

“Hey, Gordon. This file came across my desk and it’s incomplete,” she passed him the patient file, “but when I tried to look up this patient’s name in the medical records database, there’s fourteen more incomplete admit forms that come up. I don’t know how nobody caught this, but I wanted to bring it to your attention.”

Gordon flipped open the patient file and his body tensed as his eyes studied the name printed on the page. Immediately, he shut the file and tossed it - along with the folder of admit forms - into the confidential information bin to be incinerated.

“Forget you ever saw those, Y/N,” Gordon warned, pointing a finger at her. “The file landed on your desk by mistake and the Winchesters are nothing you need to worry about.”

“But -”

“That’s an order,” he interrupted. “Now get back to work.”

Y/N opened her mouth to argue more, but decided against it, dejectedly making her way back over to her desk and sitting down. The more she thought about it, the more things didn’t add up. That, and the fact that Gordon said Winchesters, plural. Something else was going on, and Y/N was nothing if not diligent. If there was anything untoward going on, she’d get to the bottom of it and bring it to the attention of the administration staff if she found anything.

Once Gordon was distracted with his own work, she continued processing the patient files on her desk, but also began searching through medical records for patients with blank files that have the last name of Winchester. There were several complete files, but she found multiple files under the names John and Sam Winchester with the same incomplete status as Dean.

After a quick break for lunch, Y/N continued working and continued digging deeper and deeper into the fragmented medical history of these mysterious Winchesters. There were some consistencies in their sparse documentation, though. Almost all of their patient files had originated in the ER’s trauma unit, meaning there was some kind of life threatening injury that brought them in. Based on the amount of times each man was here, they were some of the clumsiest people in the world.

Or they lived very dangerous lives.

The afternoon passed in a blur, and Y/N waved goodbye to an oddly skittish Gordon as he grabbed his coat and left the room, leaving an hour early for the second week in a row. She never complained, though. This job allowed her the freedom to work alone without being spit on, peed on, pooped on, or otherwise abused by patients. She was still helping, but behind the scenes.

The next time she glanced at the clock, it was just past five-thirty, a half an hour after her shift was supposed to end. There was nobody waiting at home for her, so she wasn’t concerned. She locked up patient files, turned off her computer, and stored the list of medical record numbers she gathered from all of the Winchester’s incomplete cases in one of the bottom drawers of her desk.

It was tomorrow’s problem, now.

Gathering her purse and coat, she shut the light off and locked the door to the office before leaving the hospital and making the long trek across the property to the employee parking lot. It was a rather large hospital campus, but the cool fall air was nice compared to the stuffy recycled hospital air in her office.

The parking garage was quiet, and she paused when she noticed some of the lights near her car were burned out. The outages looked random, and there was still plenty of light, so she only gave a cautionary glance around before continuing to her car.

The second her key slipped into the lock on the driver’s side door, something heavy hit her over the head and her body was slammed against the side of her car. Panic set in and she began fighting, ignoring the immense pain burning in the back of her skull. Something sharp piercing her neck made her try to scream, but the second she parted her lips, a wool glove was pressed against her mouth, silencing her.

Her body felt heavy and her vision was blurry, and she stumbled once the arms wrapped around her body released her. Spinning around, she squinted at the blurry outline of someone dressed in black and the last thing she heard before everything went dark was a man’s voice.

“Got her.”

Forevers [CLOSED]: @katymacsupernatural @queen-of-deans-booty @your-modern-shakespeare @wheresthekillswitch @holyfuckloueh @just-another-busy-fangirl @growningupgeek @jensen-gal @mizzezm @there-must-be-a-lock @atc74 @pilaxia @supernatural-jackles @impala-dreamer @bambi95-blog @wonderfulworldofwinchester @batmmgray @brooke-supernatural16 @dwgrl1903 @hey-bxtch @turnttoverr @kittenofdoomage @leanbeankeane @emoryhemsworth @xalgaliareptx @mhnfatima @bi-e-ne @speakinvain @pebblesz892 @kararanae23 @kassablanca13 @mogaruke @tockettt @imagining-supernatural @wildefire @serienjunkiegirl @mrswhozeewhatsis @stars-and-seas @jaremish @ellen-reincarnated1967 @nyxveracity @andkatiethings @bamby0304 @deathtonormalcy56 @winchesterprincessbride @moonstar86 @missihart23 @mrs-meghan-winchester @miss-rebel-without-applause @dean-winchesters-bacon @curly-haired-disaster @supernatural-teamfreewillpage

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(sal)ly face headcanons bc why not

sal actually loves bright/jarring colors, but claims he doesnt look good when wearing them (he does tho, just ask the artists ash and larry)

he loves loves loves space!!! he knows the names of random stars and planets. he doesnt talk about it much bc its hard for him to word it correctly but he just.. FOCUSES on it for HOURS

when people ask him “comics or novels” he literally cannot decide. he’ll read stephen king’s “it” but then a second later he’s reading a fuckin archie comic or garfield comic

he actually loves sci fi films more than horror!

horror movies tend to freak him out because hes more psychologically affected by them (bc of his trauma), so he’d rather avoid that and go with something like sci fi

this is canon but- he loves to paint his nails! one time he painted each nail with the bi flag. it actually took a lot of precision but it was worth it

sal loves small dogs. he also loves rottweilers and chihuahuas bc they look so silly and cute with those big bulging eyes and that waggy tail

he thinks bunnies are AWESOME and one time larry put one on his head and he felt like an angel was above him

“sal how does it feel?” “it feels like… like god has sent her top guardian down to protect my mind…” “from what?” “from negative energy”

it is utter chaos when hes forced to go to school with a cold

poor boy sneezes but he cant take off his prosthetic bc he’ll feel naked af

dont worry tho, ash and larry to the rescue! they take him to larry’s apartment and hide him there and take care of him for a bit before going back to school themselves. they also bring sal any work he misses

sal gets emotional very easily over happy things!

like literally if he thinks abt his friends for one (1) second he’ll start to tear up because he just appreciates them so much

he hates strawberries. they are always too weirdly cold for him and that hurts his teeth and he also just doesn’t like the way they taste

he also stims!!!! he tends to blink a lot and grind his teeth. other stims are more visible ones like flexing his fingers or drumming them on tables, and flapping his hands as well. also kicks his legs a lot

sal loves all animals, this is canon, but like

imagine if he frickin got like.. a snake

larry is SUPER terrified of snakes, he thinks theyre cool from a distance but he hates seeing them

so when sal is like “i got something to show u” larry isnt expecting it and he sees the snake that is very clearly in its container but he just BOLTS

and sal is like “noo… babey snek is nice…”

he… has a weird relationship with bugs like all of us. but he baby talks all of them from time to time

he literally will pick up a centipede and be like “what are you doing here mister?? just crawlin around? how delightful!! i wonder what it’s like to see the world in your eyes… with that many legs…”

sal will obviously wear whatever he wants

but traditionally “masculine” clothes? no thanks. he hates it. thats why he wears dresses to formal stuff. he feels trapped or suffocated if he wears a suit or anything like that

he just prefers really baggy/loose clothing

if given a meal with different portions he’ll eat it one by one

so like… if he has fries and chicken strips. if he starts on the fries, he finishes the fries. he doesn’t switch back and forth

he also loves sweets but only if they’re small

big candy bars? no thank you

also going back to the stim thing- ash stims as well so she and sal share stim toys!!! things like squishies or weighted stuff or spinner rings or chewie jewelery, they’ll share those with each other

okay but one day he’s in art class just goofing off with larry

and larry puts glitter in his own hair as like a joke

but sal is just FASCINATED

because… oh my god… sparkl…………. shinyy…

and so he practically pours the entire tub of glitter on his hair

and he gets in so much trouble for it but he’s like “no miss listen i am a goddess. this is who i am. i am a teen figuring my life out”

and for the rest of the day he doesn’t bother to get any of it out so he walks around the school with a terribly large amount of glitter in his hair

larry cries of laughter whenever he sees him

ash thinks he’s a QUEEN and insists that he comes over and lets her fiddle with his hair and actually make it v pretty and sparkly

so he accepts!!!!!

sal also loves little kids and is super good with them. sometimes kids get scared of his mask, but it’s easy for him to reassure them

when soda is born, sal declares he’s going to be her favorite uncle

and he’s right!

larry’s not jealous though cause yeah, sal is pretty great

and honestly? sal is super protective of soda. he shields her from seeing or hearing any bad things

i also headcanon sal’s voice is a bit like kurt cobain’s- so he kind of sings like him too? but doesn’t scream or anything. his singing voice very soft like kurt’s in the beginning of lithium

sal doesn’t really like to sing though. in front of people, at least

he loves music box versions of songs, they’re just so relaxing and they help him fall asleep a lot of the time

also when he sleeps it’s usually on his back, so gizmo lays on his stomach through the night. sal doesn’t move a lot during his sleep

he has sleepwalked though, to larry’s place

and larry woke up and saw sal (this is after he first saw him without his mask) and he saw him without his glass eye For The First Time

larry TRIES not to wake him up but pretty much fails and sal kind of has a panic attack

he’s like “that- i- i’m sorry- my eye-” and covers it but larry pulls his hand down back to his side and is like “it’s ok you look super cool without it”

prom is honestly one of the best nights of sal’s life

he’s got his hair up in a bun and wears a rainbow-striped t-shirt with a high-waisted black skirt and a long-sleeved black shirt underneath the t-shirt and tall dark leather boots

his nails are painted blue, red, purple, orange to represent him, larry, ash and todd (tho his nails on his thumbs are painted black)

because he secretly loves dancing when no one is around, he just kind of rocks it at prom and his friends are blown away bc… holy shit?? sal fisher can Dance????

but he’s more playful with it

he and larry scream the lyrics to the songs that play

they all end up ditching the prom and going outside to the back of the school and just kinda goof off

larry and ash share a cigarette and todd drives all of them out beyond city limits to an open field

they just kinda lay down in the grass there and stargaze for nearly the entire night

they talk about stupid stuff and serious stuff

honestly sal just goes back to his apartment very later and happy cries

cause again, he gets so emotional over happy stuff

and he loves his friends very much

and no there is no bad ending to this or bad ending that i won’t talk about

they all grow up together and are happy

EDIT: ANOTHER ONE I FORGOT TO ADD... sal LOVES deadpool. hes only into marvel for deadpool. he relates to him bc hey they both have deformed faces (except for dp its his whole body too i think) but ya!!!! he loves wade frickin wilson

[ettadunham]

A Buffy rewatch 6x12 Doublemeat Palace

aka (too) real life horror (comedy)

Welcome to this dailyish (weekly? bi-weekly?) text post series where I will rewatch an episode of Buffy and go on an impromptu rant about it for an hour. Is it about one hyperspecific thing or twenty observations? 10 or 3k words? You don’t know! I don’t know!!! In this house we don’t know things.

And today’s hot take is that Doublemeat Palace is actually fun? Let’s talk about it.

One of the many things that I love about Buffy, is that when you ask people to pick a favorite or least favorite of the show, whether it’s an episode, season or character, the answers you’ll get will vary a lot. Well, alright, there’s usually a general consensus, and yes, Once More, With Feeling is most people’s favorite episode; but ask someone to pick their favorite season, and their answer may surprise you.

This variety is probably most apparent when it comes to generally disliked Buffy episodes. No matter how hated it may seem, how its rating is by any metrics, there is no Buffy episode without its fans. And those can come with or without the guilty pleasure label.

I’ve already planted my flag by episodes like I Robot, You Jane and Beer Bad. I especially got a lot out of the latter, not even gonna lie. Meanwhile I was genuinely surprised to find that some people really like Go Fish, an episode that’s about at the bottom of the barrel on my own list. But isn’t that kind of fascinating? Someone looked at the same episode I did, and got something completely different out of it. And we could probably see and understand each other’s points of view on it as well if we got right down to it. What a concept.

I know, I know, art is up for interpretation, shocking revelation made by Tumblr user ettadunham, and I am so not here to get into a rant about that right now. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to fire up that discussion later on, especially as my original intention here was just to lay back and appreciate the delicious weirdness of Doublemeat Palace.

Rolling back to that earlier point, this is for a lot of people is exactly that type of bottom of the barrel episode we mentioned before. Which means that it’s already had that underdog status going for it, as I sat down for my rewatch.

Well, actually, when I sat down I didn’t really remember that I was about to watch Doublemeat Palace, because somehow I’ve yet to memorize the complete Buffy episode list. Not gonna lie, I was mostly just expecting a general downer. Something focusing on Buffy and Willow’s misery with minimal Scoobies interactions, and so I was already thinking of how to compare that with season 5… But then the episode started with a scene between Xander, Anya and Willow discussing the Trio and the capitalist values of demons vs. supervillains, and I was already delighted.

And it only gets weirder from there. Buffy’s new job at the local fast food restaurant is presented as a horror story, and sure, there is eventually murder and monsters involved, but my favorite thing about that is that most of the horror comes from the actual life scenario itself. I’ve never worked at a fast food place, but the high turnover rate, the menial job, the manager who is trying to sell you on the company lines and brainwash you to believe that you actually want to work there 5 years from now… That stuff should be familiar for anyone ever working at a low-end corporate job.

I just love how the directing heightens that effect, as the camera tilts and focuses on the machines and the repetition, and the people spacing out. It’s a bit of quasi-horror comedy that also comes from the absurdity of life itself.

Buffy’s weird co-workers for instance? They all have their own distinct characters and I actually find them completely believable. If I was the guy who worked by that grill machine, and at some point had to go to the doctor to remove the grease from my ears, I’d probably think that that was a fun work story to tell too.

Buffy having at least five theories about what’s the “secret ingredient” in the burger - one of them being cats I guess – is also just the kind of morbid humor I’d expect in a place like that.

I guess if you go into this episode for the first time, you could get lost in the red herring of it all, or just wait for the demon reveal to explain the extremely high turnover. But for me, I found that the most enjoyable experience was to focus less on the literal meaning of Spike’s “this place will kill you”, and more on just how depressing the meat grind of corporate culture can be, especially for those at the bottom of its food chain.

Haha, see what I did there. Although as we learn from the plot twist, Doublemeat Palace was actually selling Impossible Whoppers before it was cool rather than an actual meat product. The real hipster of fast food chains.

I also just want to appreciate Buffy’s Captain America-like shirt (but with a heart!!) after she’s fired, and is about to start a corporate revolt. Bless her heart.

By the end of the episode of course, Buffy gets her job back and decides to stay on. Because money. Now there’s some real horror for you.

In other news, Amy has truly established herself as Willow’s Ethan-like foil for the series. She has all the angst, the grudge and chaotic energy for it for sure. It’s honestly a bit of a bummer that she didn’t get a lot more to do on the show from this point on. (I think she’s in the comics though? Again, it’s been a long time…)

Willow’s last words to her though. “If you’re really my friend, you better stay away from me. And if you really aren’t… you better stay away from me.” The change in her tone of voice by that last part! I’m scared and this isn’t even Murder Willow. Yet.

I also feel like pointing out that the whole eyes going dark phenomenon came up before in season 5 when she went after Glory and the whole magic trip she went on in Wrecked… But also in 6x04, when she and Tara were doing a spell to help Buffy fight some interdimensional ghost demon. At some point, Willow let go of Tara’s hand, her eyes went black, and she just said “solid”.

And the spell suddenly worked.

Based on that, and also some season 7 context, the whole black eyes thing seems to indicate whenever Willow is tapping into some greater, more volatile power. Or – especially in this case, where magic was clearly transferred to her – something that is outside of herself. More on that in season 7 probably.

Meanwhile Halfrek responded to Anya’s wedding invite in an insanely memorable scene of the show, and is now that friend who’s only relationship advice is “dump him”. Not that I can blame her per se...

Xander is clearly not over his own fears, and visibly reacts when Willow makes a comment about his impending happily ever after with Anya. Halfrek passive aggressively pointing out to Anya Xander’s attitude towards her feels a bit petty, but there’s truth to that as well. Anya may be weird, but some of Xander’s comments actually question whether or not he even likes her as a person.

That being said, that isn’t always the case. Xander is extremely sweet with Anya, including all her quirks throughout most of their relationship in season 5, I think. I would need to go back to those episodes to confirm this, but my running theory is that Xander’s fears regarding their upcoming wedding might have caused him to regress a bit in that regard. And as we know, Xander being the emotional one of their group tends to fail at introspection when it comes to his feelings.

Again, I’m not quite confident in that assessment of regression, so take that with a grain of salt. I would really need to rewatch season 5 again and keep more of an eye on their relationship, so this is mostly just a hunch for now.

Somehow, in the midst of all this, Dawn ends up being my lowkey MVP for the episode. She shows a lot of understanding towards her sister, as she laments that Buffy will probably be stuck in minimal-wage jobs for most of her life, because of her Slayer and other responsibilities. Meanwhile Dawn has much more freedom to choose – and that’s largely due to Buffy’s own personal sacrifices.

I feel like this is probably also the first instance we see Dawn truly interacting with Willow post-Wrecked, and it’s her walking up to Willow, asking her if she’s okay. Dawn Summers is precious, and good, and you can’t change my mind.

Now, who’s ready to get really fucking genuinely disturbed with our next episode?

[icythot-bakuhoe-blog]

hi, could i request a yandere student matchup? ive never seen yandere matchups before so im intrigued! im bi! im a bit of an airhead and tend to zone out easily, and my memory isnt the best either. im also socially awkward and introverted. however, i can be quite talkative with people im comfortable with, and i can get very passionate about the things i like (though theyre usually video games). i am either totally clammed up, or just cant shut up; [1/2] :3

there is no in between. ive been told that im always awkwardly smiling, though ive never noticed. i am constantly just Doing My Best, though it gets tiring. i like to think that im honest, and im ride or die for anyone who’ll have me. and, im an impulsive dumbass with two brain cells on a good day. i have black hair, brown eyes, glasses, and a chubby face. im 5’ and a scorpio. i like to stay inside and play video games (esp rpgs!) or knit, but i also love late-night walks. thank you! [2/2] :3

Why yes! Honestly the idea of a yandere matchup makes me so excited because of how uncommon it is and where you can take it! This was really fun for me to make, so I hope you enjoy it dear! 💖

With this, your yandere lover would be Denki Kaminari! ⚡️

WHY YOU’D “WORK”

Now, whether you two would actually work in all honesty wouldn’t matter, because once you catch Denki’s eye, he becomes absolutely enamored by you. However, due to your similarities and balancing qualities, rational thought wouldn’t see it very surprising why you’d get together on normal circumstances. You going from quiet to talkative around those your comfortable with would immediately urge Denki into making conversation with you, easing his way into your life through awful flirting and attempts at getting to know you better. Being socially awkward is no match for Denki’s outgoing personality, and being around him enough would ease you out of your shell. You both share the quality of “impulsive dumbass”, making it a chaotic pair without supervision, but it also makes it easier for Kaminari to claim you as his own.

HEADCANONS

⚡️ When Denki first saw you around, he couldn’t help but stop in his tracks, because damn, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. The way you’d awkwardly smile to your friends as you conversed across the hall, before lighting up at the mention of what he could only guess was an interest of yours. All of it was just... wow. That was the day he knew you had to be his.

⚡️ Obviously, with it being Kaminari, nothing held him back from approaching you. Rather than greet you with a hello, as one does, he goes for a smile before cracking an incredibly corny and overused pickup line.

“Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.”

⚡️Seeing your reaction that first time amazed him. It was all due to your social awkwardness, and wasn’t meant to be taken as any other way, but he found it very amusing. He continued to weasel his way into speaking with you, nearly causing the both of you to be late to class in his efforts. It was worth it for him, though.

⚡️ From then on, he made an effort to see you regularly. Each and every interaction made his infatuation soar, adding to the irritation he felt when he saw you talking to other people. He was greedy for your attention, and wanted you only for himself. He wanted to be the only one to make you smile, and he’d do everything in his damn power to do so.

⚡️ Unbeknownst to you, as you grew closer to him, you didn’t notice the red flags appearing around every corner. The way he’d always barge into your conversations, or steal you away to play video games. It wasn’t until it was too late when everything had clicked.

⚡️ After a while, Denki came to notice your tendency to zone out and horrible memory. It was an easy thing to take advantage of, to which he waited for the right time to strike.

“I’m sorry, what did you say again, Denki?”

“Well, we were making plans to hang out in my dorm tonight, remember?”

“Oh, yeah...” You weren’t, but you didn’t need to know that.

⚡️ When you came over to his dorm that night, giddy with your favorite games in hand, you thought of the night to be nothing more than a usual where the two of you would shove each other and laugh over video games. However, once you sat down and began, already 100% invested in a round of Mario Kart, you hadn’t realized Denki had stopped playing. That he was staring at you with an off glint in his eye. Nor, when he came in close and tasered your neck with his quirk. One minute you were looking at the TV screen—the next—darkness.

⚡️ When you came to, the first thing you noticed was that you were no longer on the floor. Bound and gagged, you were sitting on a chair in the middle of Denki’s room. In your panic, you began to struggle, but to no avail. Before you knew it, Denki was before you, a huge grin on his face as he brushed away some of the stray strands of hair.

“Now now, there’s nothing to be afraid of, see! It’s just me, and now that I’ve got all your attention, we’re going to have a lot of fun together...”

It was only then when it hit you that tonight was the end of your normal life, and the start of anew with the one and only Denki Kaminari.

COMPATIBILITY — 80% 100% ;)

HONORABLE MENTION:

Hanta Sero !!

[enixamyram]

Hey, guess what, I’ve found another screen rant I want to react to! I wasn’t planning to do any more but, reading through this article, I just have SO many problems with it... So Let’s do another, agree or disagree with a Screenrant article made by someone with no bias at all. (Sarcasm for the last part by the way.) So let’s see:

Agreed with this point. People act like, if the characters weren’t on screen then they disappeared or something. Maybe they were just living their own lives?

... I don’t even understand this article. Apparently this is 20 things people get wrong and this point is that the timeline can make sense, but then OP goes on to say “However, the more characters were introduced and the more worlds the characters ventured into, it became clearer and clearer that time didn't work the same way everywhere... However, in a world of fairytales, expecting anything more than that is simply asking too much. What does it matter, exactly, when some of these events took place as long as we know that they were a long time ago in a universe not at all like our own?”

Like, so that means this isn’t something people get wrong - the timeline DOESN’T make sense - so what the hell is it doing in this article? You can’t claim you’ve solved it just because you shrug and go “yeah but it’s magic so what do you expect?”

I mean the text directly conflicts the title/bullet point. Luckily I can still safely say I disagree, both with the title and the text because the timeline became f*cked, and just making an embarrassed shrugging face doesn’t change that.

I can’t even say disagree because this is just plain wrong! I don’t quite understand this writer. I can’t tell what they’re deal is, like did they just give a poor title to their article?

Season 1 - The Original Curse Season 2 - Belle and Sneezy lost their memories. Season 3 - Everyone lost a year. Season 5 - Camelot Season 6 - Emma lost her memories Season 7 - Another Curse.

Notice how I left out 4? Well this is where I’m getting confused because this is what OP had to say about Season 4: “While season four dabbled with alternate universes, memories were never wiped or reset in the way they were in every other season.”

... But their memories WERE wiped! They were essentially in a curse because their memories WERE wiped and they WERE given new identities just like the original curse. So yes, memory wipes did in fact happen every single season!

So I can’t agree or disagree because maybe some people do call Ruby a lesbian, but most everyone I talk to calls her bi... So I’ma just skip this one.

Note: She’s bi people. This is canon. If you don’t agree then tough shit.

Agreed, there’s plenty of other ways true love can be proven. TLK is probably just the most convenient, lol.

Kind of agree? I mean I think most people do know and acknowledge this but I guess it can sometimes escape people without realising in passing sentences?

This is true. It was a lame and terrible reveal that made no sense but it was revealed.

... Like, I’m getting confused again. Because this title either doesn’t fit or the writer lives under a rock because no one get’s this wrong! Everyone - rightfully - calls out Zelena for what she did. Even Zelena fans admit what she did was messed up!

... I do agree, I don’t think she made up for all the awful things she did and she definitely became “one of the team” way too quickly for my liking. (I’m hesitant because I suddenly have an idea what side of the fandom wrote this article and I can pretty much predict where it’s going.)

AND THERE IT IS!

DISAGREE.  DISAGREE. DISAGREE. DISAGREE. DISAGREE. DISAGREE.

“Nothing says good guy like being an older man who takes advantage of a young girl, impregnates her, and lets her go to jail for crimes you yourself committed.” First off, we don’t know his age. Second, he didn’t ‘impregnant’ her. She got pregnant. It takes two to tango though I doubt the writer knows this. And third, Emma went to jail for HER crimes. Sorry, dear writer, but let me just fill you in. Aiding and abetting a fellow criminal IS A CRIME! Emma did wrong and she was punished for it. I don’t necessarily agree with what Neal did but he is not responsible for where Emma ended up.

“Even further, nothing says good guy like someone who mocks the woman he allegedly loves for the years of trauma, suffering, and scars she endured as a result of your callous, selfish behavior.” ... WHEN?!

“... Neal Cassidy became more and more like the selfish, frequently malicious parents who raised him.” ... Again, WHEN?! Like seriously, selfish maybe but malicious?!

“In no world would he have been the right man for Emma or a good father to Henry because he could never accept accountability for any of his many wrongdoings.” Except, you know, Neal knew Henry all of five minutes and was already dedicated to being a great dad to him and literally was WAY better at being a father to Henry than Hook ever was to the kid. And I added the Hook part because my God, the writer of this article couldn’t be more obvious a CS shipper if they had every sentence end with swans and pirate flags.

It’s amazing how, even dead, they’re still threatened by Neal’s character.

Maybe this was true in S6, but by S7 they had clearly retconned it, making the Wish Realm a very real place. Otherwise there’s a ton of plot holes and you’ve got to be a real idiot to say you’d rather accept plot holes than that the Wish Realm might actually be real.

(Also, just saying, another terrible title because what happened to Emma and Regina when they were in the Wish Realm very much DID happen. So again, really poor titles for this article that clearly doesn’t know what it’s point is.)

... She VIOLATED everyone’s minds by erasing their memories and TRIED TO MURDER ZELENA!

She may have had good intentions but that doesn’t change the fact that she was a villain for a season! Dude, have you never heard the phrase “the road to hell was paved with good intentions”?! I’ll defend Emma turning Hook into a Dark One for sure, but trying to completely ignore the awful things she did?! Jesus Christ!

Again... What? OP... Everyone already KNOWS this. This article is meant to be things people gets wrong but, honestly, I think OP’s the only idiot who gets things wrong at this point. So I’m once again torn because I agree with the statement but I don’t agree that this is something people get wrong.

*Sigh* OP’s giving me a migraine. Not because their statement is incorrect, but because all their reasoning is!

“Regina, as we know, went back and forth to points outside of Maine many times during the preceding 28 years.” It was actually explained, by Regina herself to Hook in Season 2, that because she (and he) had no cursed memories, crossing the town line would not affect them.

“Greg and Tamara are also able to cross the town lines, with Greg even remembering the tiny town for years and years after a traumatic encounter within it during his childhood.” Again. The town line affects people who ARE CURSED! This is made very clear! Henry can also cross the town line when he went to get Emma.

The title, once again, is misleading. People are able to leave - so long as they don’t CROSS THE TOWN LINE. That’s the part CURSED people are not able to do.

I’ve given up Agreeing and Disagreeing at this point. OP’s points are making my brain hurt so let’s just move on.

You’re right OP. It did serve a purpose. It’s purpose was to be a cash grab!

Apparently OP’s excuse is that Anna and Elsa helped Emma come into her own as a magic user? Like yeah, I’m calling bullshit. Emma had no problem using her magic until they brought Frozen in, then they made a whole storyline of Emma having problems just to justify having Elsa struggle and then help her with it.

And after they left they were barely even mentioned. So, again. NO PURPOSE. (Apart from a cash grab.)

Okay, so actually, I do agree. Regina is still Henry’s mum but the fact is, his adoption can’t be legal because Regina would need to have lied on her application and all the usual checks usually done for people wanting to adopt couldn’t possibly have happened.

I was going to agree on technicality but you know what? No.

DISAGREE!

Just because the couples aren’t perfect doesn’t make them toxic. (Using OP’s examples:) “Robin's relationship with Regina results in his being repeatedly assaulted and fathering a child as a result of that assault.” Wow, dude, wait to blame the girlfriend for some of the bad stuff that happened in Robin’s life. I sure feel sorry for whoever you end up with if this is how you see it. “Hook and Emma frequently lie to one another as well,” Lying does not equal a toxic relationship! Certain lies, maybe, but general lying is just what people do when they’re embarrassed or ashamed or upset. What counts is what you’re lying about and also whether or not you come clean about it.

The only one I’ll agree with is RumBelle but even then OP completely misses the reason WHY they’re a toxic relationship. Instead they generalise it into very un-toxic details.

... Again... Like... I agree with the statement but NO ONE GETS THIS WRONG!

OP is clearly just using this article as an excuse to bash Regina. And I’m not a Regina fan, but no, dude, if you’re gonna do this then make a “20 of the worst things Regina ever did” list. Not a “20 things people get wrong” and then list a bunch of things that one in ten people gets wrong!

And now OP’s repeating. Because I’m pretty sure this was covered in the 4th one? Like, agree. I guess. But it feels like OP was running out of things and figured Regina bashing again would be too obvious or something.

Okay. Now this is something a lot of people won’t agree with but... I do.

I agree the show was intended to be Emma’s story and that it then got popular and other characters got popular and it branched out into something more.

... However OP is still a colossus idiot because they ended on this sentence:

“It's what made the concept of a seventh season without almost any of the Charmings such a laughable concept - and such a colossal failure, as well.” And while Season 7 may not be the masterpiece I pretend it is to piss of anti’s, it is also far from the worst. OP just hates it because their fav wasn’t centre stage and they’re bitter as hell.

Wow this was probably the stupidest article yet. OP either clearly doesn’t know what they were meant to be doing (a list of things people often forget about the show) or they just wanted to make a list where they bitched a few points and couldn’t be bothered to think of a catchy title or reason why. Either way, OP’s an idiot and most of these points are ridiculously dumb.

[parkminijiminie]

Why would jungkook be thirsting over a 16 year old girl with the cameras around? He was impressed by her movements

Anon 2: tbh he had a similar reaction to the boy before, he was very attentive and looked genuinely into it, i saw the clips of them dancing and i must say that girl at the end was really something. the control she had over her body was really impressive and they all looked shook. i don’t even believe km are in a relationship but some people are overreacting already and painting them as these horny teenagers like? +y'all’s logic is weird. being in a relationship = can’t find any other person attractive?

Anon 3: i personally only saw them all as impressed with her performance n i didn’t see anything sexual with their reactions, especially considering the girl was 16 n they all kept referring to her and the other performers as kids

Anon 4: I think it‘s quite unfair how fast and strong people tend to Analyse EVERYTHING BTS does. I feel like the boys can‘t even breathe these days without someone reading into it. That Rookie girl she was 16 ffs CALM DOWN PEOPLE.. for me it was a normal reaction, because from what we got to see that girl could move her body in such an impressing way. I honestly feel rather sorry if you people never experienced being touched by art before. Because it‘s the most beautiful feeling. Just give them space!!

Anon 5: Wow so people out here can’t tell the difference from being impressed with someone’s talent vs attraction and thinking someone is hot ? Wild.

Anon 6: I’m ace and don’t even feel sexual attraction, but I react the same way to performances I find really amazing. It’s an attraction to the skill and art, not the performer.

Anon 7: weird.. I didn’t read into any of their reactions at all?? like, nothing about their reactions to those videos raised a red flag, I really don’t understand why everyone is making a deal of it. Especially because they were reacting to dancers… as dancers themselves.. the reactions make sense? this fandom is so dramatic sometimes lol

Anon 8: If he had pulled that same reaction with a guy on the screen no one would bat an eye, would say it was because of his dance/talent. but because it was a pretty girl on the screen (who I think is underage?), it must mean he’s attracted to her and not because he’s impressed by her talent. there is just so many things wrong with that way of thinking smh

Anon 9: Y'all really out here making jk look like a pedophile by claiming he looked attracted to or turned on by that underage girl. Can he not admire someone’s talent without people claiming he is attracted to them. Unnecessary drama that jk or any of the members don’t need especially involving underage children.

Anon 10:Why people keep talking about a reaction of ONE DANCE omfg, can we be honest? It’s just a performance and he saw someone performing very good. I guess everyone who watches a good performer admiring that way. Tha heteronormative thing sucks, for God sakes she’s a minor, wtf, this people need to chill out their way of think, it’s discuting, the boys cannot be beside a girl for all this s**T start again. Just need to stop, this is ridiculous…

~~~~~~~~~~~Hey, Anons!

I hope you don’t mind me combining your asks but I feel like I have some things to say and I’d only end up repeating myself otherwise. This will also be the last time I’m talking about it as I believe I don’t have anything more to add. Not only that but I don’t wish to ever incriminate in any way shape or form Jungkook or Bangtan so maybe this post will be deleted in the future. 2 of the previous asks already are as I want to protect the members and not aid in any additional drama.

I’ve told you in the previous asks that at first I only saw the BTS react video and not what they were reacting to. I had only their expressions and comments to go by and that means I couldn’t be objective. It’s impossible without the source material. At the initial watch, their reaction to the last video really striked me. Apparently what they were seeing was special even from the moment the music started. All I could see were them being hyper focused, amazed at the performance and mesmerized, as well as I could hear a sexy song.

To me, had they not watched a dance or been professionals, if this was a normal social situation, I could interpret some of that reactions to some sort of attraction. Keep in mind that one can be attracted to the way a person moves ,talks, sits, one can find it worth watching and alluring to the eye without really having any sexual intentions towards that person. Had Bangtan been normal people, normal young adults and not idols, currently working it would maybe make sense. That’s not the case though which is why from the beginning I said that admiration is a very highly plausible explanation.

Obviously, when you see what they’re reacting to, things seem in a new light. The girl is crazy crazy talented and honest to God, their reaction was more than justified. When you see that video, you’re bound to be amazed and affected. It’s how she dances. Doesn’t even matter what sexuality you have, she is just that good. You can be a rock and still have a strong reaction and be mesmerized. It’s what she deserves.

The thing that striked me then and I said is very important to keep in mind, is her young age. Really, 16 is too young and them having sexual desires towards her is highly highly unlikely. Attraction to her talent and art? Sure. But not a desire to bone. So, I’m not making them out to be so pervs. From the beginning I said her age is very crucial here for all alternative explanations and actually can’t be overstated. I don’t think Bangtan would see a person so young as a potential sexual object. There’s just no way, especially considering there was no promiscuity whatsoever. But even then, I believe they know well where to draw a line, as anyone should.

Eventhough JK is not that much older than her (5 years, I think) and maybe in some places a man that age can date younger girls, it’s still not a small difference, especially at that point of their lives, she is still underaged and they all know that. Not only would something like that be a literal scandal from hell due to their idol status but it would be morally very ambiguous or if we want to be really blunt - paedophilic. A 5-6 years difference is not much when both people are adults but not in the case of one of them being underaged. Though if we want to talk about paedophilia - isn’t that what we saw in the early Bangtan days? People shipped Tae, who was 18 at the time and JK, who were only 16. Not to mention how JM is overly sexualized before he was llegal and so was Jungkook. So let’s not pretend like issues like that don’t exist in kpop because they do.

On a much serious note, I am always worried about all those young, naive and fame hungry trainees who leave their homes, only to be entrusted to men, usually much older than them. It worries me because this sounds exactly like the perfect setting for some very dark things to occur with one side being very young, almost helpless and the other being much older and richer and holding all the power. It’s unsettling what could be happening behind the curtains, far away from our knowledge..

Onto heteronormativitity. It’s an issue and we all know it. It has always been. Had this been a boy, even one at their age, many peolle would never even look twice, even if BTS reaction was a rather quizzical one. It’s how the minds of many people work, sadly. When it’s a malexfemale interaction, everything is fair game and “evidence”. With malexmale it’s exactly the opposite - “brothers until proven otherwise” and even then..

Age completely aside, for many people it’s hard to imagine a man can appreciate a girl for her talent and achievements and not her sex appeal. It’s concerning. This is exactly why I said that we don’t see more femalexmale interactions in kpop, there’s no way a genuine friendship won’t be twisted. Just look at the situation with Yoongi and Suran. The company had to even make a statement denying the dating rumours. Not to mention JK x IU and that whole can of warms. Boy can’t even be a fan nowadays.

In the end, regarding this concrete issues, it’s obvious it was a case of tallent appreciation. But the problem is not there. Tomorrow someone else might be involved, someone not underage or a rookie and then we’ll get a whole scandal on our hands. It’s not even about shipping or sexuality, about KM or whether or not X member is gay, bi or straight. It all kind of boils down to the rather problematic way malexfemale relations are perceived in kpop.

I really hope my words didn’t pour oil into any fire

[acidblackpirate]

A Bonding Chat (Part 3)

Ka-yu was staring blankly at the third exhibition piece.

Two dark lines on a light background. Okay. It was minimalistic. Minimalistic was good, wasn’t it? A lot of feeling with little …

He had no idea if it was any good, if he was being honest. He had no idea if he even liked or disliked it. He had no feeling about it whatsoever.

With a sigh he went on to the next painting.

His date had liked the exhibition. His date was sophisticated. Ka-yu would have liked to be sophisticated, too. He felt bound to like the exhibition, especially since he had already claimed that he did.

The next piece was a sculpture. His date had liked the sculptures.

Ka-yu looked hard.

Still no feeling.

The room was almost empty except for him, a woman in her forties and a guy who had turned his back on ka-yu. Something about his posture looked familiar, but he couldn’t even see his head because the sculpture was in the way. It could have been anyone.

Ka-yu surrounded the sculpture, willing to give it a try from another direction. It was important to try different angles to see how the art interacted with the space around it, he told himself.

No feeling from the other side as well.

The woman went on to the next room.

Ka-yu watched her walk away. Anything was more interesting than this exhibition. Although, of course, it was very fascinating and valuable.

When she was gone he turned to the man now left alone in the room with him. A mouthpiece was covering half of his face, but the eyes told him enough. So did the long, blonde hair and the familiar posture. He also knew that jacket, he noticed now.

At first the shock was too big to react at all.

He hadn’t noticed ka-yu yet.

He could just turn around and walk away. He never needed to find out. But then that was ridiculous.

“Yasu?!”, ka-yu called out, flinching at how loud his own voice sounded in the nearly empty room.

His friend turned around, pulling down the mouthpiece so it was now dangling underneath his chin.

He looked puzzled.

“Ka-yu, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Looking at the exhibition, stupid.”

Ka-yu trotted over, eyeing his friend closely.

It couldn’t be Him. They had talked about the exhibition yesterday. He had been here already. They had talked about honest emotions and books, both of which weren’t exactly yasu’s strong points. And art, of course. Yasu did not care about art. He did not care about going to the museum.

Still, here he was.

“I’m rather wondering what you are doing here. You know I sometimes like to do something for my cultural education. But you hate museums.”

Slowly yasu nodded.

“You mean you like to act like a smartass because you spend an hour looking at things you don’t understand. Yeah, sounds like you.”

There he went again – making fun of him. Not taking ka-yu serious at all. Acting so immature, just because he was actual interested in something that had a little class.

“So?”, ka-yu insisted. “What are you doing here?”

Yasu sighed.

“So, this lady friend of mine recommended the exhibition and I thought she would be pleased if I went.”

Ka-yu squinted his eyes.

It was a reasonable explanation.

It sounded very much like yasu.

“You are trying to impress her?”, he made sure.

Yasu rolled his eyes.

“I’m trying to get her naked, bro.”

Somehow, ka-yu managed to sigh and chuckle at the same time. Thanks to yasu he had a lot of practice at making that noise. The thought that there was a girl bothered him a little, though.

“Then it can’t be helped”, he said. “Looks like we are in this together.”

“If the next room is like this one, I will need all support I can get”, yasu joked and together they entered the next room.

If possible, it was even worse.

“Oh, abstract paintings”, ka-yu stated with the air of knowledge.

Yasu pointed over his shoulder.

“So, those just now weren’t abstract?”

He made a face. It was so desperate with confusion that ka-yu actually had to laugh again.

“They were modern”, he said.

Yasu raised his eyebrows critically as if he doubted ka-yu even knew what he was talking about.

He nodded towards the first painting.

“I think those are boobs”, he said.

Groaning ka-yu rolled his eyes.

He read out the description.

“It’s called The Great Longing, yasu. Not Random Porn. It expresses the hidden desires of the artists. To me, the painting looks like a painful struggle, a craving for meaning in this chaotic world.”

Actually, he was improvising based on the title, but he did not want to admit he was on the same educational level as yasu. His level was pretty low.

“A craving for boobs, you mean”, he said and walked over to the next painting.

Slightly annoyed ka-yu followed him. It was just a giant mess of colours.

Yasu extended his hand, drawing two circles into the air that seemed to follow the outlines of the colour red.

“Boobs”, he said.

“It’s …”, ka-yu started, but gave in because he couldn’t think of a reasonable protest.

That picture could have been anything. It could have been boobs.

In the middle of the room there was another giant sculpture interacting with the space around it. Yasu walked towards it now, studying it for a moment.

“And that?”, ka-yu asked.

He had to admit that the exhibition was pretty shitty. He was almost glad that yasu was here, too. With him it wasn’t boring at least.

“That my friend”, yasu explained dignified. “Are two people doing the nasty.”

Ka-yu stared at the unidentifiable thingy in front of him.

“Are you sure it’s just two?”, he assured. “How many arms does each of them have?”

It made yasu laugh.

His laughter sounded sweet. Ka-yu loved to make him laugh.

“One of them is holding a flag”, he said. “You see, that dude there is lying on the floor, holding up the flag over their head, and their one knee is … you know … doing that karate move. And the other dude is like … “

He reached out as if holding something in front of him and pretended to thrust into someone from behind. He pretended to do it standing on only one leg.

Ka-yu cracked up.

“Oh my god, yasu, stop that”, he laughed.

Yasu looked so ridiculous that his eyes were already starting to burn with tears.

“This piece doesn’t have a title, just a number”, yasu announced disappointed.

He had stopped his performance and bend over the small plate in front of it now.

“I shall name it Nationalistic Prostitution”, he declared.

“What?”, ka-yu said.

“Because of the flag”, yasu explained with a grave nod. “Still holding it up while being fucked over.”

He lowered his voice and leaned in to ka-yu as if he wanted to tell him a secret.

“I bet they are Americans.”

This time ka-yu had to laugh even louder.

Yasu was funny. He was a dork, but he could also be smart if he wanted to.

For a moment, he thought that this was a far nicer date than he could have hoped for.

Ka-yu liked to go to exhibitions like this sometimes. But he also knew that yasu was right and that now and then he tended to be a little pretentious about it. Someone who made him laugh at it and at himself was probably better than someone who made him be even more pretentious.

“Come on, the next room is waiting for us”, yasu shouted euphorically.

Ka-yu winced.

“How many rooms are there?”

He hadn’t really expected yasu to know the answer, but he beamed at him.

“You have 16 more rooms to look forward to.”

“Lucky me”, ka-yu said dryly.

But with yasu coming along, he didn’t really mind all that much.

***

“You are exaggerating!”, ka-yu laughed breathlessly as he climbed the last steps towards yasu’s front door.

They had went for dinner after the exhibition at a restaurant down the street. It had been a little more exclusive than the places they usually ate at together, but very tasty. It had felt very grown-up, sort of.

“I’m sorry”, yasu chuckled. “I had fun today.”

Ka-yu nodded while he watched yasu fumble for his keys. He was taking longer for it than usual and suddenly ka-yu realized what this felt like.

Going to the museum together. Dinner at a fancy restaurant. Taking yasu home to his doorstep.

That was a date. That was how a date went. A date that usually ended with a kiss.

Well, at least a kiss.

Uncomfortable ka-yu cleared his throat.

“Yeah, we should do that again sometime”, he confirmed.

Yasu had found his keys now but was obviously hesitating to unlock the door.

He remembered what his last date had written when he had wanted to kiss him. I’ve been waiting for that, idiot.

Right now, yasu looked up to him, standing very close and his lips slightly apart as if he was waiting for it, too.

Ka-yu also felt like an idiot again.

“Yasu”, he said softly, not sure what he wanted to say.

Tell him, a voice inside his head shouted. Tell him you’re bi and he’s the most beautiful person you have ever met. Tell him how you love his dorky laugh and his serious attitude towards work. Tell him you only ever wanted a person who was intelligent enough to go to a museum with you and stupid enough to make fun of it then. Just tell him, goddamn.

“Do you want to come inside?”, yasu suddenly broke the silence. “And just so there is no misunderstanding – for now I’m only talking about the apartment.”

Ka-yu snorted and shook his head.

Right. In the end, it was always just yasu. His best friend. The person he knew for ages. He had just gotten confused, because he was so handsome and standing so close and because it had been very long since the last time he had actually had physical contact with another human being.

It was someone else he liked at the moment. Someone who did not make fun of modern art and who read foreign books. Someone who had the best things in common with yasu, but not his worst.

He thought of the sensual messages he had sent during the last week and felt guilty for falling for yasu’s charms so easily. He had not promised anything yet, but it was pretty clear they were heading into a good direction. He did not want to risk that for an idiot, a friend, and moreover a colleague.

“Yasu, I have met someone”, he said all of a sudden.

He did not know why he was blurting out those words now, but it felt right to tell him. Best friends, and all.

“Online. Someone I like. I was embarrassed to tell you because it’s the internet, but I really do like that person. So, you should know as my best friend.”

He had added the last sentence to make absolutely sure yasu did not assume he was telling him that now because for a brief moment he had wanted to kiss him.

“Oh”, the vocalist said, a small frown showing on his forehead. “Oh, that’s good, ka-yu. I’m happy for you. Is it serious yet?”

Ka-yu shrugged.

He had the feeling that yasu’s voice had gotten somewhat lower as if he was trying hard to keep it in check.

“I hope so”, ka-yu admitted. “How about you? You were on the phone with someone last week.”

Yasu pushed open the door to his apartment, ready to step inside.

“There is no one”, he said almost harshly.

Ka-yu noticed that he did not ask again if maybe he wanted to come in.

So, he just waved yasu good-bye awkwardly and went back down the staircase.

He hadn’t even left the building as his mobile buzzed violently several times.

Do you want to meet?

On Friday?

I think I’m ready now.

I really want to meet you.

Would that be alright with you?

Please.

Ka-yu stared at the messages that had obviously been sent hurriedly.

Is that really okay?, he assured.

Yes. I’m sure about it.

Ka-yu hesitated.

Was it alright? Or was it too soon to reveal his identity to a stranger?

But then he was probably overestimating himself. Probably that guy had never heard of his band anyway. And he had made his decision on yasu’s doorstep just now. He wanted to give it a try. He was ready to trust this guy because he wanted it to work out.

Okay. Friday is fine. Where do you want to go? A public space?

Rather not, the reply said. I’d prefer to meet where no one will recognize me. Can we just meet at a hotel room? We can order food and have dinner there. And sex, if all goes well xD

Ka-yu swallowed hard.

That was going really fast. And a hotel was always somewhat risky.

But then again, their conversations had been very sexual from the very beginning. Sex was an important part in this. And thinking of the other’s butt, it was also a part that ka-yu was really looking forward to.

His stomach twisted with excitement.

Alright, he typed. Name time and address and I’ll be there.

***

Tomorrow was Friday. Tomorrow was the day.

Ka-yu was nervous.

There was so much that could go wrong when he desperately wanted it to go right.

He wanted to talk to someone but calling yasu to whine about his date didn’t seem like a good idea. He still hadn’t told him that his special someone was a man. Things were a little weird between them since he had left his place yesterday anyway.

His phone buzzed.

Ka-yu checked his messages immediately.

It was possible the other one had changed his mind. That their date was cancelled and ka-yu was worrying all for nothing.

I’m a bit scared of tomorrow, it said.

Ka-yu inhaled deeply.

He wasn’t used to talk about such things openly but that was probably a benefit of chatting online. It was so much easier to confess your feelings when not looking at each other.

I’m nervous, too, he admitted. It might be weird to meet in real life.

The reply came so fast the other one seemed to be online as well.

Yes. I’m scared you turn out to be some creepy old man xD Are you worried I’m unattractive, too? Honestly?

Honestly. Well, honestly, he was worried about that, too. During their dirty chats he had always imagined a hot guy, but he couldn’t know for sure.

A bit, he owned up. Of course, it’s also about character, but there has to be some physical attraction, too, right? But I can promise you that I didn’t lie about my looks. I can’t guarantee I’ll be totally your type, but I’m not an old creep!

Good then. I’m also a bit worried you’ll be disappointed by my looks, though. I’m not unattractive I think, but maybe you’re expecting too much? You must be hoping for a very hot guy, but I’m really just average.

Average would be fine with ka-yu, too. He had a great butt and talking to him was fun. It would be alright if he wasn’t absolutely gorgeous, he just hoped he would be reasonable good-looking.

I try to keep my expectations low, he joked. No pressure. Also, I’m worried that we won’t have anything to talk about and that there will be awkward silence.

The chat stayed silent for a moment, too.

You mean – you are worried we will be too awkward to have sex, although we both want to?

Although admitting it wasn’t easy, that was pretty much exactly what ka-yu was worried about it.

We don’t have to do it at our first meeting of course, he wrote. But we agreed that we are both looking for sex mostly and a partner maybe, right? But it might be difficult to get started with a stranger. I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know.

I’ve also never met with someone I didn’t know for sex yet, the other one confessed. So, I’m a bit nervous about that part as well. But let’s just agree not to get weird about it, okay? I promise that – if you look anything like you told me and if you find me pleasing, too – I will go down on you without hesitation to break the ice.

Ka-yu laughed, but at the same time started to grow a bit hard.

The thought of a stranger doing that just because ka-yu wanted him to, was pretty exciting.

To break the ice?, he assured.

Yes. I don’t want this to end with a weird atmosphere where no one takes the first step because we are worried it’s going too fast for the other one. And then we both go home still horny because of misread signals. You are nervous because you don’t know what to expect of tomorrow. But since you said you didn’t lie about your looks you know what to expect now. Just say the word and I’ll give you head tomorrow. It’s a promise.

Ka-yu smiled.

He wasn’t sure if this was how it would go, but he already felt a lot calmer about their meeting. It was good to know that the other one worried about exactly the same things as ka-yu did.

It’s a promise, he repeated.

***

Standing in the elevator that took him up to the third floor of the hotel, ka-yu checked his messages again.

I got here early, the last one had said. So, I just took a shower. Now, I’m waiting for you and I’m wearing nothing but a bathrobe. My body is so ready for you, please hurry.

Deeply ka-yu inhaled to calm himself down. He could already see the door with the room number he was looking for.

I’m there now, he typed.

At the same time, he kept wondering why the other one had been worried they would have to break the ice. His last message didn’t really sound like he was hesitant about anything.

Ka-yu stood in front of the door.

His mobile buzzed.

Good luck.

He smirked.

He hoped he would be lucky, too.

Firmly he knocked his knuckles against the wooden door. He wore his toughest leather jacket and his favourite perfume. Hopefully, it would be worth it.

Please, be hot, he thought. Also, please, find me hot as well.

A few more seconds passed, then the door was opened from the inside.

The guy standing in the doorway was hot. And he was indeed wearing nothing but a white, fluffy bathrobe with the logo of the hotel on it. His long hair was falling down over his shoulders, the tips still slightly wet from the shower.

In fact, he was so sexy that ka-yu was absolutely sure – had he been a stranger - he would have pushed him up against the wall and kissed him without further introduction.

He was, however, not a stranger.

“Fuck, yasu”, he swore softly.

Something inside his chest felt very cold with shock and very warm with relieve. He wasn’t as surprised as he would have expected, though. But maybe that was the whole point. A tiny part of him down at his guts had suspected this.

The hotel room. The museum. The age. The similar situation their “professions” had put them into.

“Ka-yu”, yasu stuttered and took a step backwards.

His full pink lips stood slightly open and he stared at him in confusion. Not only confusion, ka-yu noted. For a moment, he looked almost scared.

Obviously, he had not suspected this at all.

“What … what does that mean?”, the vocalist asked. “Was that … was that all just a hoax?”

Ka-yu shook his head violently.

“No, yasu, no”, he said.

It was almost painful to realize that yasu was thinking that. That he looked scared and hurt for a moment, because he thought his best friend had played a mean trick on him.

“But you knew I was looking for someone. Did you find me and tell me the things I wanted to hear? Are you going to make fun of me now for … for the things I wrote and …”

He broke off. His words were angry, but his voice wasn’t. He had never heard yasu that vulnerable.

“Can I come in?”, ka-yu asked softly.

Yasu was still blocking the entrance by standing in the way, but now he stepped aside, allowing ka-yu to walk in and take off his shoes.

“I did not know it was you”, ka-yu said. “I swear.”

He looked around the hotel room.

There was only the bed to sit on, which felt a bit awkward, but still better than standing around. He went over and sat down on the mattress.

After a short hesitation, yasu sat down next to him.

“But it was a gay site”, he mumbled.

Ka-yu gathered up his courage. He didn’t gather a lot, but it wasn’t much of a revelation now anyway.

“Yasu, I need to tell you something”, he breathed out, staring down onto his own hands. “I’m bisexual. And I know … I know since forever basically. I was actually trying to meet a guy. I noticed some similarities, but … but a lot of stuff didn’t match up as well. I really thought it wasn’t you.”

He looked up again.

Yasu was rubbing his palm over his forehead as if trying to get something into his head physically. It almost looked funny.

“You never told me. Why did you never tell me? I think you were the first person I told.”

Ka-yu wasn’t used to see yasu like this. He was always cheerful and energetic. He wasn’t small and sad. It made him feel entirely helpless.

“I was scared somehow. You would have joked about it. Joked about you and me, flirted and … I don’t know. It was confusing enough. I didn’t want it to get even more confusing.”

Yasu gave a quiet sigh.

He was looking anywhere but at ka-yu.

“When we met at the museum, I thought … but I thought you couldn’t be that cruel.”

“I wasn’t meaning to be cruel”, ka-yu said hastily.

“And I wasn’t meaning to give you the feeling I couldn’t be serious about something”, yasu said.

For a moment it was silent between them.

“You are not average, by the way”, ka-yu stated after a while.

“What?”

Finally, yasu did look up, eyeing ka-yu curiously and only a little insecure now.

“About your looks. You said you were average. But you’re not. You are the hottest guy I know.”

Yasu gave him a weak smile, then he crawled onto the bed and lay down on his back.

“Let’s talk about something else”, he suggested.

Ka-yu lay down next to him, staring at the ceiling as well.

They both needed time to process this.

“You made yourself older”, yasu observed.

Ka-yu grinned.

“I did.”

Then he thought about what he wanted to know about the things yasu had told him.

“Did you really go out with one of our producers? Was that sugar daddy story about your first time true?”, he asked.

Next to him yasu chuckled.

Their arms were touching and he could feel the vibration of his body against it.

“No, it was with this guy I went out with for a while during our last year in high-school. You remember him? When we worked on Dearly that one dude – I don’t recall his name – we met him at the studio, he was producing someone else, actually asked me out, but I declined. He wasn’t my type.”

Ka-yu hadn’t known about that. About none of it. He wanted to ask another question, but yasu just went on:

“And your story? You told me you had your first time with … hold on.”

He burst out laughing so hard the whole bed seemed to shake underneath them.

Ka-yu buried his head in his hands.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made that up.”

Yasu was still laughing.

Ka-yu was sure his cheeks were bright red by now.

“I’m really sorry”, he repeated.

Yasu calmed down a bit and rolled to his side.

He was looking at ka-yu now and his face was very close.

“I remember that night, you know”, he said. “We went home earlier than anyone else. I was so hyped, but then I just fell asleep in your bed. It was a good night. It was a good story.”

Ka-yu rolled to his side, too.

Yasu’s whole body was very close that way. He felt warm against him and he smelled hotel soap and perfume on his skin.

“You never told me you read so much. Or that you would like to write. Or that you actually care for museums.”

Yasu shrugged with only one shoulder. It still looked weird in his position.

“I don’t want to act like I’m an intellectual when I’m really just an idiot”, he pointed out.

Ka-yu place his hand on his waist. He was so close that it was almost impossible not to touch him. They were talking quietly and it felt very intimate. He tried to ignore how present yasu was, but his leg was resting against him in a fashion that made it almost impossible not to notice.

“It’s not about being intellectual. It’s about being honest about what you like. Why have you never told me you would like to do something other than music for example?”

Yasu shifted in his arms slightly. It was painfully arousing.

“I don’t know how it’s going to turn out. I made up this story concept for our album, you know. And I’m writing the lyrics anyway. So, I thought I would like to … I don’t know. I wrote the first chapters of the story, because I felt like it.”

“You could have told me”, ka-yu insisted. “I would have supported you. You are good at writing lyrics already.”

“I guess I was a little embarrassed.”

Ka-yu shook his head lightly.

“You are not as stupid as you pretend to be”, he said.

Yasu smiled.

“And you are not as smart as you like to think”, he shot back.

Ka-yu chuckled, because his friend knew him so well.

“You are right about that”, he admitted. “But I still think you are just choosing the easy way out. You try to lower people’s expectation so they don’t get disappointed. But would it be so bad to allow yourself to be just a little vulnerable?”

Yasu licked his lips. Ka-yu tried not to stare.

“And I don’t understand why you try to act so grown-up all the time. Is it so important what people think of you? For example, you always act so prudish, even I believed you! But you are so goddamn kinky.”

Ka-yu groaned. He did not want to think about all the things he had texted yasu.

“Not everyone has to know those things. I don’t go around telling my kinks to everybody”, he scolded.

Yasu chuckled again.

“I can’t believe you really didn’t realize it was me. No other man in Tokyo can be that much of a pervert.”

Ka-yu laughed as well, but still rolled his eyes.

“Well, you told me all those lies, so of course I didn’t realize. Why did you do that? Like, telling me you were on the phone with someone at the office. I thought you had met someone else.”

Now it was yasu who groaned.

“Did you really expect me to say: Hey, ka-yu, I was just masturbating on the toilet, because some random dude from the internet told me to?”

Ka-yu paused for a moment.

“Yes!”, he exclaimed then. “Since it’s you, I would not even have been surprised.”

Both of them started laughing again.

It felt so nice to laugh with yasu like that. And he was still very attractive. Ka-yu hadn’t yet thought about what all of this meant for his feelings towards him, though.

For another minute they just stayed silent.

“Is anyone going to mention that boner pressing against my thigh at some point?”, yasu finally asked.

Ka-yu made a face.

He felt slightly embarrassed, but not very much so. Yasu and him had been more honest with each other today than they had in years, it felt.

“I’m sorry. I was kind of expecting something else when I came here today”, he admitted.

Yasu paused.

“What were you expecting?”

Ka-yu snorted.

“Honestly? A blowjob, for starters.”

He expected yasu to laugh, but he didn’t this time.

The blonde hair was falling into his face and his eyes looked very warm.

“It’s not too late, you know”, he whispered. “You just have to say it. I made a promise, after all.”

Ka-yu scanned his expression for a hint that he was joking.

He found none.

And he realized that yasu was serious. He would do it, if he asked him to. Because he had promised and because he was a kinky pervert and because they were physically attracted to each other.

Things had changed now that it was yasu. They were best friends and they were working together and there was so much at risk.

But ka-yu felt the same rush that he had felt when sending him those messages before.

It was his decision. He was in control. There was a hot guy right next to him and he held total power over him. It turned him on and at the same time he wanted to see how far he could take it.

His excitement was louder than his voice of reason right now.

“Suck me”, he said.

He watched yasu closely for a reaction and noticed his eyes widening for a fraction. It was a mixture of surprise and excitement he saw on his face.

“Yes”, he whispered back.

Then he sat up, kneeling down on the bed next to ka-yu. He rolled onto his back again and observed yasu reaching out to unbuckle his belt.

His fingers were already brushing against his crotch lightly and it made ka-yu inhale sharply. He unbuttoned his pants now, his expression very focused.

“Hey, yasu, wait”, ka-yu said and took hold of his wrist to stop his motions.

He sat up as well, reaching of the ribbon holding his bathrobe in place. Slowly, he untied it, pushing the fabric down over yasu’s shoulders, so now he was kneeling in front of him completely naked.

Yasu did not move while he undressed him but met his gaze without hesitation.

His body was beautiful and ka-yu felt even more turned on now.

He placed his hand on yasu’s neck and pulled him close, his fingers entangled in the long strands of hair. Their lips met and he kissed him slow and passionately, taking his time before shoving his tongue forward to explore the inside of yasu’s mouth.

The vocalist leaned against him, parting his lips obediently. He tasted sweet and clean and their kiss stretched out for a pretty long while.

Finally, ka-yu pulled back, giving yasu a short smile, before leaning back into the pillows again.

Yasu kept sitting still, eyeing him patiently as if waiting for orders.

“Go on”, ka-yu said, gesturing down to his open pants.

Yasu bend over again, pulling down ka-yu’s short and freeing his erection. Ka-yu moaned quietly as yasu’s hand took hold of his boner and he leaned down even more.

A curtain of blonde hair fell across his face, the muscles at his back shifting as he moved and the line of his back ending at the perfect curve of his butt.

Ka-yu had never seen him like this and he was just beautiful.

Then he felt yasu’s hot lips on the tip of his dick, making him twitch and moan. His grip was still firm as he started sucking, licking the head of his boner and taking it into the heat of his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, teasing him until ka-yu swore softly under his breath.

Then he started to move his head up and down, his hand following the motions and stroking the shaft his lips left behind wet with drool.

Ka-yu reached out. Yasu was kneeling by his side and he stroked over his shoulder and down his back. As if in reaction to the touch yasu moved his head a bit faster.

Ka-yu’s hand had now reached his butt. He caressed it gently, his middle finger found yasu’s hole, rubbing against it gently. As a result, he could see yasu’s whole body shiver lightly. His head went back up and he gasped loudly as ka-yu pushed his first finger into him. His insides felt hot and tight around him.

“Ssh, keep going”, he murmured and yasu lowered his head again.

He took the tip of his dick back into his mouth and sucked on it, while his hand went up and down the shaft.

Ka-yu gave a pleased moan and added a second finger. Since yasu was a bit far away, he couldn’t push them in all the way, but it was enough to curl them up and spread them a bit to stretch him.

Yasu moaned around his dick; he could feel the vibration of his voice clearly.

“Good”, he complimented. “But take it in deeper now.”

Yasu’s hand let go of his erection; instead he bent his head down farther, taking more and more of it into his mouth until ka-yu could feel himself pushing against the back of his throat.

He groaned loudly as yasu repeated that motion a couple of times.

Then he stopped fingering him, using his hand to push back yasu’s hair instead. He held it between his fingers in a loose ponytail, using it to guide his head a little and watch his cheeks going hollow and his eyelids fluttering now and then.

“Ah, you’re so good at this”, he moaned. “I’m coming. Do your best and swallow.”

He pushed yasu down again and moaned as he allowed the orgasm to wash over him. A warm feeling flooded him and he felt yasu trying to gulp down around him and heard him gag quietly.

After it was over he let go of him, allowing the vocalist to sit up.

Yasu straightened himself but remained on his knees.

Ka-yu expected him to say something goofy now or at least grin at him widely. But instead he just wiped off some drool from his chin and looked at him expectantly. His eyelids seemed heavy and ka-yu had left his hair behind tousled. His lips looked a bit swollen and his expression was pleading.

Ka-yu did his best to catch his breath, then he got up from the bed.

Yasu followed him with his eyes as he took off his shirt, but he did not move. Ka-yu’s pants were still open and he was thankful for it because he was already growing hard again.

“Get on your back”, he ordered flatly.

Without hesitation yasu lay down on his back in the middle of the bed. His dick was pressing hard against his stomach. Without needing instructions, he pulled up his legs to give ka-yu access to his butt.

But instead of getting on the bed on top of him, ka-yu grabbed the back of his knees, pulling him towards the edge of the bed so violently that he almost fell down.

Yasu gave a squeal of protest, but ka-yu was already between his legs. He guided his dick towards his loosened-up entrance, so its head was pushing against it demandingly.

He could see yasu’s chest heaving rapidly, obviously excited by his sudden roughness. He gave the slightest nod and then a high whimper as ka-yu sank into him in a single go. Instead of giving him time to adjust, he started thrusting into him immediately.

Underneath him yasu squirmed and gasped for air. His fingers were digging into ka-yu’s shoulder blade as he tried to hold on to him. His body was squeezing him tightly, his voice filling the room. Ka-yu loved that voice, loved how raspy it sounded around the edges just now.

He shoved forward hard, drawing another loud outcry from him.

“There, yes”, yasu begged.

Ka-yu watched the way he squinted his eyes, the way he pulled back his lips when he gasped. He knew this face very well, but he had never seen it like this. He wanted to know desperately what different expressions he could put on it.

Violently, he grabbed yasu’s leg, bending it even further. He leaned down on him, changing his angle to allow his dick to go in even deeper.

Yasu squealed again, his body shivering underneath ka-yu as he moved his hips against him.

“You really love this, don’t you?”, he teased, thrusting into him fast and hard.

Yasu moaned, too breathless to answer clearly.

Ka-yu slapped his hand against the back of his thigh harshly. Yasu winced and tightened around him.

Ka-yu swore and pulled back, the heat and lust growing too strong to keep them under control. He spilled himself with a gasp, holding his position for a moment, before straightening himself again. White cum was dripping down between yasu’s butt-cheeks and he tried to roll to his side, but ka-yu stop him.

He grabbed his leg once more, pressing against the inside of his knee to keep his legs spread.

Yasu gave a low whine. He sounded exhausted and maybe embarrassed to keep exposing himself to ka-yu. His dick was still towering up hard and ka-yu took hold of it now.

He stroked it fiercely, watching yasu twitch and shiver, trying to close his legs again. But ka-yu didn’t let go, not giving him a break to catch his breath.

“Ka-yu, please, stop. I can’t …”

But his voice broke off with a gasp. Ka-yu kept stroking his dick as he came under his fingers, sperm sticking to his chest and stomach.

“See, you didn’t need a break”, ka-yu observed with a grin.

Then he let go of yasu, allowing him to finally lower his legs and catch his breath.

He himself felt pretty exhausted, so he lay down again, watching yasu who now ran his fingers through his hair.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck”, he mumbled several times, before he managed to sit up and turn towards ka-yu.

“You bastard”, he exclaimed.

Ka-yu chuckled.

“How did you keep that from me for so long? You are an animal!”

Ka-yu managed to shake his head while still laughing.

“You weren’t bad, either”, he said.

Now yasu started to laugh, too, eyeing ka-yu as if he was seeing him for the first time.

“It was really good, wasn’t it?”, he confirmed, sounding a little surprised.

“Yeah, it was”, he agreed.

Ka-yu was a little surprised as well.

He had always known that yasu was kinky – he didn’t exactly keep it a secret. But he hadn’t thought that it would work like that between them. He had thought he could only let himself go with a stranger and that with yasu there would be too much … memory involved. He had thought yasu would joke around if it ever came to this, tease him like he always did and not take him seriously. But he had been perfectly submissive, letting ka-yu take the lead. He had been exactly what he was looking for.

“Guess I was right about this internet thing”, yasu joked now. “In the end, it did get us laid.”

“We could have had that easier, I think”, ka-yu laughed.

Yasu shrugged.

“Yeah, next time you want to have sex, just give me a call. It will save us lots of trouble.”

He got up from the bed, walking over to where he had left his clothes.

Ka-yu tried not to laugh at the way he walked.

“Hey, where do you think you are going?”, he called out.

Yasu turned around, giving him that grin he knew all too well. It was the grin that meant he was closing down on ka-yu again.

“I think we’re finished here. Twice, in your case.”

Ka-yu sighed.

“No, you’re being a dork and trying to run away from me. Now, come back to bed.”

Yasu kept standing where he was, looking at him as if considering something.

“Come here, yasunori”, ka-yu repeated more tenderly.

He could see the tension vanishing from yasu’s body as he walked back to the bed and crawled onto the sheets next to him. Ka-yu wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close.

“Good”, he whispered. “Don’t be scared to be vulnerable around me. Also, you look ridiculous when you walk right now.”

Yasu boxed lightly against his chest.

“And whose fault is that, idiot?”

Ka-yu chuckled and yasu buried his face against his neck for a moment. He loved the smell of his hair and the feeling of holding him like that.

“Do you think this was a mistake?”, ka-yu asked.

Yasu rested his cheek on his shoulder now, cuddled up to him lazily.

“Because you are my best friend and we are working together? Yes, I think it probably was.”

Ka-yu kept running his thumb over yasu’s back. This moment felt tender, but like something that might not last.

“Are you scared?”, he asked.

It took a few seconds before yasu replied.

“Yes”, he said quietly. “I’m scared.”

“That it won’t work?”

Yasu exhaled. He could feel his breath tingle against his cheek.

“That I will get hurt. I’m not exactly the person you met online, ka-yu.”

Ka-yu thought about it for a moment.

He thought about the yasu he had known for ages already. The one that always made him laugh, that he could stay up with for the entire night to play games and with whom he ordered cheap take-away food. And he thought about the yasu he had only met about two weeks ago. The one that had meaningful talks about literature, that he could take to a fancy restaurant and that told him about his hopes and fears honestly. And suddenly it seemed reasonable that it was the same person.

“Yasu, please”, he said. “I was impressed by our deep talk about an exhibition none of us had seen yet. I’m a pretentious idiot. There is no pressure at all.”

Yasu giggled against him.

“I completely forgot about that”, he owned up.

“What I mean”, ka-yu carried on. “Is that I don’t want to be with that version of you. I don’t want to be with that 13-year-old you were either. We both changed and we are still changing. We can be smart sometimes. And sometimes we can be stupid. My point is, we grew up together. But I don’t want to stop now. I want to continue growing up with you.”

Yasu shuffled away a bit and propped himself up on his elbows, so he could look at ka-yu’s face directly. He was smiling slightly.

“How do you suggest we do that?”, he asked.

Ka-yu brushed back a strand of hair behind his ear. He had wanted to be tender with him like that for a long time already without quite realizing it.

“We will be honest with each other from now on. No more pretending. You are a gorgeous, smart idiot and I want to know everything about you.”

Yasu nodded slowly.

“Okay, so honestly. Do you want to be in a relationship with me, put up with my stupid jokes, comfort me when I’m sad and have a lot of kinky sex with me?”

“Yes, to the relationship, the jokes and the sadness”, ka-yu confirmed. “And hell yes, to the kinky sex.”

Yasu laughed and his teeth were all crooked and his face filled with wrinkles. Ka-yu wondered how he could have missed out on his feelings for him for even a second.

“Now you, honestly”, he said. “What is it you’re not telling me?”

Yasu looked up to him and there was a little hesitation behind his eyes. But then he obviously made a decision because his expression softened and his smile turned really warm.

“Honestly?”, he repeated. “I hoped it would be you.”

[melonoverlord]

ABCs for the beautiful baby bois

Since these are long ass prompts, I’ll split them up. Here is the baby boi Ravi first.

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

He’s been doing hospital work ever since he was around two. It started just as organizing documents and running from room to room getting supplies to help his mom who was in the surgery and delivery ward. He’s also suspiciously good at guessing which couples are going to end up together.

2. what activities have they participated in?

He’s often Val’s guinea pig for her inventions that have to do with bionic parts, but he’s also a really avid bowler. It was one of his physical therapy requirements so he could be used to lifting heavy things.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Making his bionic arms and legs are natural to him as his normal limbs were. It took a long time to be able to walk and move on his own, but now he knows just exactly how to move his limbs for the most fluid motions.

4. what things are they bad at?

Staying still while getting shots. Whenever he has to get his daily flu shot, Nivviah has to chase him around the ship while he screams and cries. Eventually Nivviah has to cast “Calm Emotions” or “Charm Person” on him to get him to calm down and sit still to get his shots, which she hates because she dislikes taking away Ravi’s autonomy, but he gets sick easily otherwise and please Ravi, we can’t keep doing this.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Boy is incredibly good at anatomy. He definitely has a career in the medical field because he can find any vein or blood vessel and know just where to cut in surgeries.

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color?

Black

2. what is their eye color?

Dark brown

3. how tall are they?

4′0

4. how old are they?

8

5. how much do they weigh?

75 lbs

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

Criss-cross applesauce with his hands in his lap.

2. in what position do they sleep?

Curled up in a tiny ball. He usually takes up as little space as possible. It makes it perfectly for scooping into your arms.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Wearing his onesie while watching Disney movies with his parents, siblings, Castor, and the snabies. Also playing nerf guns with his siblings, Castor, and Val because Ravi takes no prisoners.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Lassi. It’s an Indian yogurt drink that he really likes. It reminds him home. No one else can really make it, though.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

It used to be Crumb because Crumb thought it was his duty to take care of Ravi, but now it’s his good good mama Ciri.

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

He just wants a house where him and all his siblings have their own rooms but connect them to make one giant sleepover room. If he could choose how Tam and Ciri decorated the house, everything would be connected to a slide and the floor would look like a little forest floor.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

He won’t have kids for a long, long, long time, but he would try to put as much little toys in their room because he spent so long without them and would give them everything from chemistry sets to trampolines just so they can try everything.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

His room’s actually one of barest, but he’s slowly building up his toy collection, but he also has one of those little plastic slides that he likes to go down. He also has a lot of his own artwork on the walls.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

Usually he wears jeans or overalls and a sweater, but in the summer when it gets hot he likes wearing summer dresses, especially ones that are swishy. He likes wearing long skirts in the spring or fall when it’s not cold but not super warm either.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

He doesn’t like wearing makeup because it makes him itchy, but he loves doing his nails with Venus or Percy whenever Percy comes over.

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Yes for the most part. There’s a hidden salty part of his personality that comes out when he really does not like someone, but for the most part he’s a bubbly boy.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

There’s not really much of a norm given how secluded they all live, but compared to other children, he tends to be more fluid in everything from actions to dress.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

He usually does his own thing. Because he’s been the only kid for a long time, he has to start his own child trends.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

There’s very few non-Freedom Vessel things he knows.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it outon their own?

The personality he displays for the most part is his honest one, so most people can figure out his personality right away. It takes a little while but people see that he has a hidden sass and mischievousness underneath that good little boy exterior.

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun?

He really likes bowling with the kids or playing Nerf Guns with Castor and the snabies.

2. what is their ideal party?

Slumber party with his friends and family while they watch Disney movies and then he kicks their butts at bowling.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Crumb is still his very best friend, but he’s getting close to Allura as his first non-family friend.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

He’s a lawful good boy who has never broken a rule in his life. Except maybe training with knives. He’s broken that rule a bit.

5. do they go out a lot?

Nope. The first time he stepped off the ship since when he was rescued from Earth was Dryas. And everyone has been hesitant to let him out of their sights since.

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

He has the cutest fucking baby nose and is a very short kid. He’s absolutely precious.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

You know that he 110% cares about you and looks up to you and you never have to worry whether he’s faking his devotion to you.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

You get the best, free health care and he will love you unconditionally even when no one else will.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

He likes his intelligence and kindess, but hates that there’s not much he can contribute to the ship because he’s small. He also hates and doesn’t understand why he has such big gaps in memory and can’t remember stuff.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

He envies that he is the only child on the ship who is restricted from doing stuff (when he learned that Kalliste was going to Helios he asked if he could come with them but Luna said no because he was too recognizable).

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Cold. He loves wearing onesies and being buried under 7 blankets, and he can’t do that if it’s too hot.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Winter. Summer in New India got sweltering hot, and if his limbs get too hot they will flat out stop working and most likely burn him.

3. do they like the snow?

The few times he got to experience snow he loved it immensely. When he lived on Earth, he loved doing snowball fights and making snow angels.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Making ice cream sundaes with Tam and Crumb.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Snowball fights. It’s why he likes nerf guns so much.

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

He’s a little baby bi in the making.

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

He hasn’t met enough kids to establish a crush (as every kid he met eventually became his sibling or y’know, tried to kidnap and sell him to Genesis), but he knows that if the time is right, he will have a crush on someone.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

No, he’s always been a bouncing baby boy. But in his presentation he tends to dress more fluidly in that he’ll wear overalls and a t-shirt one day, and a dress and painted nails the next.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Absolutely, his family just wants him happy and safe over all else. Also both his parents are Bi so there’s not much to be not okay about.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

He wouldn’t really come out just because growing up under a rainbow flag of a ship, coming out isn’t necessarily a requirement, you just say who or who you don’t want to kiss. 

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy?

Trains, being a help to the Freedom Vessel, nerf gun fights, Disney movies

2. who makes them happy?

Ciri, Tam, Crumb, Psyche, Castor, Allura, and Kalliste. His family and his very best friends.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

‘You’ll Be in My Heart’ from Tarzan.

4. are they happy often?

For the most part. He has some underlying sadness sometimes but most of the time he’s able to push that down and be happy.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

His favorite baby brother, Crumb.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

No, he just wants to live in peace.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

Absolutely not. The only reason he killed Manisha was because she was going to kill his family.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Nobody. Ravi is already messed up from killing one person, 

4. who would miss them if they died?

Everyone on the Freedom Vessel and their cousin. But he thinks Crumb and Ciri would probably be the worst off.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Genesis, Magdalena, Adrian probably.

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

Blueberries

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Technically tomatoes are a fruit, so tomatoes. He doesn’t like skin and thinks its too squishy.

3. are there any foods they hate?

Carrots. They’re too crunchy and bland.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Pumpkins.

5. what is their favorite food?

Pancakes, especially blueberry pancakes.

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

Both. All. He’d love them all.

2. how many children do they want?

Probably 4. He doesn’t want anyone to feel alone like he did and wants his kids to be best friends.

3. would they be a good parent?

It’s like at least twenty years before he becomes a parent, but he’d be the most attentive, caring parent that reads voices in the stories and tucks his kids into bed.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

He would name his daughter after his birth mom Padma and would probably name his son after his big brother Castor.

5. would they adopt?

His favorite mom and dad adopted him, and he knows firsthand how many orphans of war there are.

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Swear or lie to people. Or willingly hurt someone.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

He still wants Castor to teach him to use a knife. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody with it but he likes playing pirates with Crumb and the snabies and wants to do knife tricks like pirates do.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Tell lies (or swear)

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

When he was first trying to get used to his limbs, he left the infirmary before Val told him he was ready and got until out the door when his legs stopped working and he fell. He was stuck on the ground for three hours just sobbing until Nivviah came down because she wanted to check on him. Needless to say, after that it as clear that everyone was a problem child on the ship and Ravi had 24/7 watch.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Kill somebody.

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

He’s very optimistic. About 90% is his actual optimistic nature and 10% is trying to be optimistic for his family and friends because he knows that they aren’t that optimistic about the future often.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

Absolutely. He is probably the only Freedom Vessel member who’s honestly hopeful about the future.

3. are they good at giving advice?

No one’s really came to Ravi for advice because he has a limited world experience, but his advice tends to fall on the optimist side of things. If you want advice that looks more on the positive side, come to Ravi.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Usually it’s Crumb but usually he has to throw his own optimism on himself.

5. were they always optimistic?

Yeah, at least as far back as he can remember.

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

Caring

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Gullible

3. what of their personality do others love?

Castor loves his big heart, endless love for everyone, his determination to be helpful, his kindness, and secret mischievous side. Ciri loves everything single thing about him from the top of his head to the tip of his cyborg toes and everything inbetween. Particularly she loves his intelligence, sweetness, bravery, and loving and trusting nature.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Everyone pretty much envies his endless optimism even as he got kidnapped. Castor envies Ravi’s innocence and cheerful personality and his ability to make anything he’s doing fun. Ciri envies his ability to trust easily.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

He doesn’t really like personalities that rely on pushing people away or being mean to people, especially non-Genesians to other non-Genesians. He knows that Genesis already treats people bad. Why do other people have to as well?

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help?

Usually. He wants to do a good of a job as he can be, which is why he often asks for help when he can’t do something. It embarrasses him when he has to, but he knows that everyone needs help sometimes.

2. do they ask questions in class?

He’s the kid who sits in the front of class and raises his hand for every question.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

He’ll probably answer your questions even if it makes him uncomfortable, unless he desperately doesn’t want to answer it in which he’ll just shut down completely.

4. do they ask weird questions?

He tends to ask fairly normal questions unless he really wants to know something, then he’ll push.

5. are they curious?

He wants to know everything about the world and would do anything to get the knowledge he seeks. He’s a Ravenclaw through and through.

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules?

He’s a lawful good boy who follows every rule.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

He’d be strict in the sense that he wants his kids to do go but he’d give them freedom to just be children and run about.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

I mean, he was consequenced in the sense that he literally got kidnapped, but not in punishment.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

He still mentally kicks himself for not listening to Ciri on Dryas and still trusting Magdalena.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Let him play with his knife, he’s a growing boy. He got it for a reason.

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart?

He is still a fairly trusting kid who tends to take things at face value. He’s spent very little of his life being able to talk to the general public and has spent about half his life solely in the Freedom Vessel.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Absolutely. If he ever went to a planet with people begging, he would try to help them anyway he could. Which would probably get him dragged into bad situations.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Nope. He doesn’t usually like fighting and hasn’t had a chance to start any kind of fight.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

Absolutely. The two biggest scares of his life happened when someone came up to him on the street.

5. are they cautious when out?

Now he’s more cautious, but he also has like ten people ready to destroy the world if someone tries to stomp out Ravi’s light.

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

He’s pretty honest. If he doesn’t want to tell you something, he will just straight up not tell you. He’d never lie about anything. Though with his memory problems, there’s a lot he doesn’t say.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

He’s got a +5 to insight, so he is pretty good at telling when people are bullshitting him, but he also likes to see the best in everyone so tends to push past his instincts and trust people.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

He doesn’t usually lie but it’s not super obvious when he’s lying. Since he never lies, people usually assume he’s always telling the truth.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Nope, he’s an honest kid.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

There was the Dryas tapes when Ravi killed Manisha, but that part is kinda common knowledge.

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied?

Yes, mostly by Adrian.

2. have they bullied anyone?

Nope, he is too good for that.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

I mean, Adrian attacking him is 110% of the reasons why the party hates the pussy.

4. have they ever been doubted?

Luna rescued him just because Crumb led her to him, but she just expected it to be a child that they’d take of. When he finally got better enough to ask if he could work, Luna almost said no because she thought he wouldn’t be able to keep up and should just stick on being a kid.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

Absolutely no one expected a four year old to be this good at anatomy and medical knowledge. He may be a small child but he’s a prodigy at anything in the medical field.

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often?

Nope, kid’s got a pretty good stomach.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

He really only gets stomach aches if he’s actually sick. He mostly gets head colds than

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

He’s the ship’s doctor so he’s pretty good. When Castor was on his death bed while sick, he came and gave Castor chicken noodle soup and make him drink tea.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

When Ravi is sick, you’ll know he’s sick because he’s the clingiest little shit that just wants to be carried everywhere and held. When Ravi’s sick, all the caretaking is given to Ciri since she can’t catch his germs.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

He hiccups a lot when nauseous or vomiting. Most of it is because he’s actually hurting, and the second half is because he doesn’t like vomiting so he starts crying.

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

He’s a good little boy who knows that you need water to stay healthy and hydrated.

2. have they learned to swim?

He knows how to swim, but only the bare basics. He’s too scared to put his face underwater. He learned when he first came to the ship and was able to use his bionic limbs.

3. do they like to swim?

He likes wading in at best and splashing around, but likes it more when his feet can be on the ground.

4. can they dive?

Nope. He’s one of those kids who tries to dive and just ends up in a weak jump.

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Baby boy needs the whole scuba goggles to swim period.

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

He really loves Disney music or classical music. He likes listening to piano or harp as he goes to sleep and Disney music during the day.

2. do they have a favorite song?

‘Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)’ from Mary Poppins. He remembers his birth mom singing it to him when he was a baby. It’s one of the few things about his early childhood that he remembers.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

Enya. She’s very peaceful when he’s trying to go to sleep, especially because he doesn’t like the feeling of falling asleep. Sometimes it feels like he’s being forced under for some reason.

4. can they sing well?

He has a really cute, high voice. He actually is really good at singing to Disney princesses.

5. can they rap?

He tries his best, but he always ends up out of breath.

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them?

16. His powerpoint is dated July 2014.

2. what inspired you to create them?

I think Ravi’s story was one of the ones that started from a dream about a little boy with robotic arms and legs and had a little robot that followed him around.

3. were they different when they were first created?

He’s a lot more wholesome and less salty. He is now also a lot younger (his original form was 11 years old). All the salt got transferred to his big sister Sasha.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

I mean, one of my favorite things is well written child characters, so Ravi is a blast to play.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

He’s my good, smart little medic boy who just wants to help people. Also I’m just really glad that people love him because he used to be my obscure boy from a story about a Dystopian Steampunk India and now he’s everyone’s favorite brother (or son in Ciri’s case).

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

His favorite animal is a bear just because it’s the species of his teddy bear and Winnie the Pooh.

2. do they like animals?

He’s a little scared of animals just because he hasn’t been near a whole lot of them, but he likes the ones that are on TV.

3. cats or dogs?

If you show him a tiny dog, he will probably die because it’s small and he’s small so he can’t protect it.

4. what’s their dream pet?

Anything soft like a bunny or guinea pig.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Nope, but he’s helping Nivviah take care of Noodle while Castor’s on Helios. He and Allura have a running joke of calling Noodle everything noodle related but not her name. Favorites include ‘Spaghetti’, ‘Fettucine Alfredo’, and ‘Linguini’.

[magnuslightwoodbane]

(you are) rarer than diamonds

written for day 4 of malec appreciation week: alternate universe

(it’s 4:50am on day 5 where i am, but better late than never right?)

3.1k words, alec is a jeweller, magnus is a ceo and Certified Most Beautiful Man In The World™

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If you’d told Alec Lightwood at 18 that he would drop out of law school and open a shop, he wouldn’t have laughed in your face, because he was too subtle for that. He would, however, have given you a Look that made it clear what a fool he thought you were.

Well, more fool him, he thought.

Adamant that he’d support himself through school, he’d by some miracle gotten a part time job at a jewellers near campus his first year. Originally hired to lend a hand around the shop, his boss had like his drive so much he’d sent him on course after course. Despite the mountain of work school gave him, he lapped up knowledge in all forms and soon was legally and officially qualified to be a full-fledged jeweller.

His second year was full of conflict, indecisive about whether to pursue his dream (read: parents dream) of graduating, starting a law firm, jacking it all in to become another stone faced politician and dying with a brood of spoiled kids left behind to squabble over his riches, or to pursue the whole jewellery thing. He’d grown to like work more than school; in some way, he was impacting people’s lives in a real, tangible way to him. A necklace to woo someone and help them realise possibilities; a ring bound to catch the eye at the next fashion show and set the wearer on the track to stardom; wedding rings to give each other forever…

If you’d told Alec Lightwood at 18 that he’d still be consistently single at 25, he’d believe that one.

In what would have been his third year, when he was able to access his trust fund, he used the money meant for a law firm to purchase a middling-sized shop with a one room apartment above it. His parents’ money had to be good for something, right? (It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful. He knew how lucky he was to have rich parents and a kick start in life). And he took it on board.

Not a fan of how jewellery was so often the plaything of the rich, he deliberately sought out more affordable jewellery and advertised it alongside the precious gems and metals that cost far too much. It helped that his brother’s girlfriend was an incredibly creative craftsman herself; and that her mother was an artist, which meant his decor and stock was sorted out in one fell swoop. All in all, he was content. Five years of running his own business, going from strength to strength and getting a name for himself. His parents had even grown to accept his drastic career change, even if they continually bugged him about his perpetual singledom. He was fine with it.

Until the most beautiful man in the world walked into his shop. Obviously. He was tall and muscular, burgundy henley clinging to his arms and necklaces draped around his neck, hanging various pendants at various lengths on his chest. He was obviously in the right place, adorned with various pieces, of which Alec could see were expensive and very well made. His black hair was carefully styled back and up, with short sides and red streaks at the front. His eyes were a warm brown, with dark and precise wings and champagne glitter smudged under his waterline. And his lips, oh his lips - Alec had never wanted to kiss anyone at a first glance quite as much as he wanted to right now.

It took a minute for Alec to realise that he’d been staring, and what’s more, the beautiful man had been staring back at him. They both came to the realisation at the same time, and Alec blushed as the other man chuckled nervously and rubbed his ear, the one with the silver cuff.

“Hi! Uhh what can I, uh, do for you today?” Alec stammered out.

“Hi,” he said, and Alec nearly melted at the sound of his voice.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” They both blushed this time.

“So,” the man blinked a couple of times, shaking his head a little as if he were righting his thoughts, “a little bird told me that you stock Clary Fairchild’s work?”

“You know Clary?” Alec asked.

The man smiled wistfully. “I’m an old family friend of theirs, known her since she was 8. She wanted to give me some pieces, but I’d rather buy it and support her, and Luke told me about this little palace of wonders. I’m Magnus, by the way. I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.”

“Alec,” he grinned. “This, uh, “palace of wonders” is mine.”

“You stock it?”

“Yep.”

Magnus looked around the place, impressed look on his face. “You clearly have good taste.”

“Clearly,” he whispered. Magnus raised an eyebrow questioningly, and he stammered “Uh we should, you know, get back to uh-“

“Shopping, right!” Magnus smiled.

Magnus kept coming back, every week.

One week he bought a ring, and he told Alec about the media conglomerate he’d built up here in New York. Alec told him about how he moved from law to retail. He didn’t know why, but he found himself telling Magnus about the college party that made up his mind; about how he’d overheard some rich stuck up dick being homophobic, all his drone buddies laughing, and how Alec had punched the guy in the face and could only be talked down from rage by his best friend Lydia.

(He did know why, but he didn’t want to think about how much he really, really wanted Magnus to know he was gay.)

The next week, Magnus bought a necklace, and told Alec about how he’d inherited a lot of money from his mother and stepfather; they’d made an absolute fortune in importing cut flowers from the Netherlands. He told him about how he met his real father once, and automatically decided he didn’t have one. The way he said it was so Magnus that Alec found it hilarious; he definitely didn’t think that at their third meeting he could already tell what was particularly… Magnus-y about Magnus. Alec told him about Maryse and Robert; he more animatedly told him about Jace and Izzy and Max.

“It’s amazing how much you love your siblings, I’m a little jealous,” Magnus smiled.

“Jealous?” Alec asked.

“Well, on second thought, I don’t think we should be siblings…” he smirked, leaving the shop with an “Until next time, Alexander” and the chime of the bell.

The week after, Alec couldn’t even remember what Magnus bought, only that he offhandedly mentioned an ex-boyfriend and Alec’s heart soared.  After Magnus had left that day, he dug out the little rainbow flag on a stick he’d gotten at the first Pride he went to, and stuck it to the register. The only other employees there were Clary’s friend Simon and his friend Maia, neither of whom were straight either, so even if Alec cared for their opinion about it he knew it would be a non-issue. Maybe he’d even let Simon put little pan and bi flags with it, he was having that good of a day.

Magnus came in at least once a week, and always bought something, but Alec found he couldn’t care less about the money. He got to spend roughly an hour every time talking freely about everything and nothing with him, and Magnus’s visits quickly became the highlight of his week. He’d never been so comfortable with someone that wasn’t his family.

After a couple of months of regular visits, on an exceptionally quiet Tuesday, Magnus came in as usual, but with his right arm in a sling. Alec dropped the watch he was carefully fixing on the counter, not for a second considering the delicate workings, and rushed over to him.

“Magnus! What happened?” he asked, concerned.

“I got into a fight with Dwayne “The Rock Johnson,” he said, completely deadpan. Alec just gave him a look.

“Fell off the dinosaur I was riding through Times Square?” he pouted.

Alec tried to keep a straight face, he really did.

“Oh come on Magnus,” he laughed quietly. Magnus grinned.

“Okay fine, I was drunk and messing around by my pool with friends. I slipped, fell in, and sprained my wrist. And my pride. And my watch. Which is why I’ve come to see you today, Alexander!”

“Well, I can’t fix your wrist, but I can fix your watch if you need?”

“I’m sure you could kiss it better,” Magnus winked. “But to be honest, I was after a new watch anyway. And also, to see your pretty face.”

Alec blushed, but kept smiling anyway. “This way for watches,” he beckoned.

It turned out Magnus was quite particular about watches, in a way Alec could appreciate. It also turned out that with a hand down, it was up to Alec to put them on and take them off, and it took all he had to keep breathing every time he touched Magnus’s impossibly soft skin. He pretended not to notice that his own hand lingered on Magnus’s skin far longer than necessary. He definitely couldn’t help but notice Magnus did the same to him.

“What about that one?” Magnus said after trying on the ninth watch so far. Alec looked to where he was pointing, to see the one he’d hastily forgotten about as soon as Magnus walked in.

“Well, that one is being repaired right now, but if you don’t mind waiting, it can be yours?” he said.

“One of your own that broke?” Magnus asked.

“No, uh. I have this thing where people bring in their old broken watches, and if I think I can get them good as new, I’ll buy them off them. Sometimes I’ll buy them for parts. I mentioned Jace?” Magnus nodded. “Well, he runs a charity dedicated to bringing music into schools, you should hear him play piano, it’s incredible. I sell the fixed watches and donate the profits to him,” Alec said, looking embarrassed.

“Does he know it’s you? Donating the money?” Magnus asked. Alec shook his head, still looking at the floor and scuffing his feet on it. Magnus scoffed, and caught Alec’s cheek with his palm. Shocked, Alec looked up to see Magnus smiling, warm eyes searching his own.

“Why are you embarrassed?” Magnus whispered.

“I guess, I just don’t… I don’t like playing myself up. If it’s right, I just… do stuff. I don’t really think about it,” Alec whispered back.

Magnus’s thumb skirted Alec’s cheekbone, and his breath hitched. “Alexander, you never cease to amaze me.” There was something electric in the air between them, exacerbated by the contact of both hand and eyes, and the last words whispered hung in the empty space. Alec’s eyes dropped to Magnus’s parted lips, and Magnus’s did the same. It would be so easy to…

Ding!

Alec groaned, very quietly, as Magnus’s hand dropped from his face and their heads turned to see Simon walking in for his afternoon shift.

“Hey, bos- oh hey, Mr Bane!” he greeted them both enthusiastically.

“Oh, Sherwin, I didn’t realise you worked here,” Magnus said. Alec snorted.

“Uh, yes sir. Clary got me the job.”

“I hope you thanked her properly, Samuel.”

“Bought her new brushes with my first pay check!” Simon grinned. “Good to see you Mr Bane!” he called as he made his way into the back.

Alec laughed. “Do you actually know his name, or-?”

“Oh yes, but it’s much more fun pretending not to. Sooo, how much for that watch when it’s repaired, then?”

“I got it for fifty, so let’s say… a hundred dollars?”

“Make it $200, and you’ve got a deal,” Magnus said very matter-of-factly.

“Magnus! That’s-“

“A small amount for a good cause,” he said, counting out ten twenty-dollar bills. “When will I see you next for it?”

“I bet I can get it done by Thursday, for you,” Alec grinned, still bowled over.

“It’s a date,” Magnus grinned back. Alec choked a little, but Magnus was already on his way out and mercifully didn’t see. Regaining his composure, Alec poked his head round the back to see Simon coming out in his work clothes.

“I need to concentrate on fixing this, do you think you can handle the place?” he asked.

“You got it boss! Anything for love, right?” Simon grinned. Alec spluttered.

“Watch it, Sherman.”

Simon mimed being shot in the heart. “Ouch. Well anyways, I’ve got it. You go literally… watch it.” and he headed into the shop. Alec shook his head at the stupid joke, but laughed anyway, as he went to get to work.

Thursday came, the watch was finished, and Magnus didn’t show.

He didn’t show Friday, either.

Or Saturday.

Or Sunday.

He didn’t show for three whole weeks.

Alec kept the watch by, of course, but he knew that it wasn’t about the watch. He missed Magnus, wanted to see him. He prayed to the god he didn’t believe in that if Magnus came back, if he got another chance, he’d ask him out, ask him to dinner, he’d tell Magnus that he was beautiful every day if he could.

On the Thursday three weeks after Magnus was meant to come in, Alec found himself particularly miserable about it. Maybe he wasn’t meant to have a beautiful, generous, funny boyfriend. Maybe he was being dumb as hell. Magnus was a customer, for Christ’s sake. A man with business interests like Magnus, and hell, fashion sense like Magnus, probably went to a bunch of different places. Variety, and all that.

“Hey, Alec?”

Simon was leaning on the counter, with an uncharacteristically serious look on his face, and Alec had been so wrapped up in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed him come in. “Yeah, Simon?”

“Can I ask you something personal?” Alec shrugged, as if to say Go ahead. This day can’t get worse.

“Do you uh, like Mr Ba- ah, Magnus? Like, as in like like?”

Alec didn’t even have the salt or energy in him to act annoyed. He merely sighed and nodded. He guessed it was obvious; the last three weeks he’d barely spoken a word, leaving Simon or Maia to handle the actual customer service.

“I thought so. I uh, spoke to Clary, and-“ he held out a piece of paper. “I can handle the shop tonight.”

Alec frowned, and stood up straight. “What?” he said, taking the paper.

“I got the address of Magnus’s office from Clary, who got it from Jocelyn, and I think maybe you could… go to him instead?” Simon grinned nervously. A slow smile spread across Alec’s face, reaching his eyes for the first time in weeks.

“You’re the best, Samson.” Alec grabbed his jacket.

“I’m not even mad!” Simon called after him, as he left.

Alec gave the address to the first taxi he saw, spending the whole journey nervously bouncing his leg. It only took ten minutes, but he felt like time had slowed, keenly aware of everything around and how damn reckless this was. What if Magnus hadn’t come back for a reason? What if he didn’t feel the same?

Could Alec live with not knowing?

No, he thought. Better to be rejected than to wonder what if.

He arrived in front of a large glass building, several storeys high and somewhat imposing. It had a large revolving door, which he stepped through into an equally large lobby. The floor here was black marble, gold accents everywhere and the decorations minimal yet quirky. He felt Magnus’s influence all about this place. He approached the reception, where a bored looking young man sat, name badge simply stating “Elias”.

“Uhm, hi. I’d like to see Magnus Bane?” he said.

“You and hundreds of thousands of others, sir. Did you have an appointment?” Elias asked.

“Um, no. He knows me. Can you tell him it’s Alexander here to see him?” he asked (he did not plead. Alec absolutely did not plead.)

Elias seemed to struggle to contain an eye roll – Alec was very familiar with the gesture. “Unfortunately, Mr Bane has-“

“You’re that jeweller, aren’t you?”

Alec turned to find the source of the voice, a scowling young man in a black suit. “I’m A jeweller, yeah. Alec Lightwood.”

“Well now I see why Magnus keeps going back there,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Magnus! Is he okay? I haven’t seen him in a couple weeks, and I was worried, and-” Alec stuttered to a halt, suddenly keenly aware that he was being overly panicky.

“He’s fine, the idiota. He should be here any sec-“

“Alexander!” He knew that voice. He’d know that voice anywhere.

“Magnus,” he breathed, seeing the man come through the revolving door with luggage in tow.

“I am so, so sorry Alexander, truly. You remember my birth father, I mentioned him once? He finally died the day after I last saw you, but being his only living relative, I had to fly to England and sort out his affairs, and I just got back-“

“It’s okay, Magnus,” Alec said.

“No, it’s not, I tried to find your number online, but I couldn’t, and I feel awful about leaving you hanging Alexander, I really do. And I – well, it’s probably weird but I really quite missed you, and-“

“Magnus, it’s okay!” Alec cut him off, voice happier than it had been in a while. “It’s okay, really, it’s not your fault. These things happen. And uh, there is something good about it, because over those three weeks I realised- I realised that when I saw you again, I,” Alec paused and swallowed, looking up at the sky, mustering his courage. “What I really, really wanted, was to, um. Ask you on a date?” Alec chanced a look at Magnus’s face, unsure what to expect. Magnus’s features were still, but his eyes twinkled, and Alec hoped-

“Oh, that is good. Because I was going to ask you out when I got back.” Magnus smiled.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Alec cleared his throat, utter relief coursing through his veins. “Well then, uh, Magnus, do you want to go on a date with me?

“I’d love to. Alexander, would you like to go to dinner with me?”

He grinned, happier than he’d ever been before. “I’d love to.”

If you’d told Alec Lightwood at 25 that in three years’ time, the most beautiful man in the world would give him one of his own wedding rings and the rest of his life, he wouldn’t have laughed in your face, because he was too subtle for that. He would, however, have given you a Look that made it clear what a fool he thought you were.

More fool him.

[thefandomships-imagines]

Ship

hi. ❤️ could i get a avengers, x men and suicide squad ship? 5'9, inverted triangle body shape, brown hair with bangs, heterochromia ( blue eyes, left one’s mixed with hazel ), baby face, dimples. slytherin. isfj. bi-curious. at first, i’m shy, quiet and reserved. usually playful, dirty minded and fun around friends. a perfectionist, control freak, slight clean freak. stubborn, jealous, emotional, punctual, impulsive, selfish, socially awkward. if i’m annoyed or impatient, i can say something mean or witty which later on i may regret. i put on a mask of confidence, but i’m really not due to my body insecurities and the small gap between my front teeth. when i’m hurt, i turn petty and may complain. when i’m nervous, i talk a lot. hate crying in front of people. don’t like to be forced into stuff or being compared to somebody. i don’t like to ask people for help. i can’t fall asleep without music. dislike romance. i stress over little things, like - make a big deal out of nothing. nervous whenever i do something out of my comfort zone. hopefully, one day i’ll find my true calling, but right now i’m thinking about becoming an actress. motherly towards kids. fashion is my passion, as well as reading and role playing on tumblr. after finishing high school, i want to travel the world. overprotective over my mom and lil’ sis, knowing my mom is a single parent. daddy issues. bad at cooking. spontaneous road trips with loud music on is life. prefers tea over coffee. dress to impress. thank you so much!

Note: Gifs or characters are not mine! I just get them off of tumblr or google, if you see one that’s yours and isnt credited, please contact me and i’ll fix that :)

Hello lovely! 

Avengers:

I ship you with Bruce Banner!

You strike me as a person that spends a lot of time in their ‘shell’, and isn’t very comfortably with others very quickly due to your reserved nature and said ‘ mask’ you tend to wear in front of people you don’t know very well.  It takes some time in order to get comfortable with others and that’s okay, and if there’s someone that understands that it’s Bruce, the only one who could see trough the confident banter next to Wanda Maximoff. It’s one of the things that made him interested in you from the moment he met you.  He is not the most extraverted person himself, not really going with playful conversation like the rest of the group tries to do.  It wasn’t until you two had both stayed behin while the rest went out into town that you realised that you had more in common than you thought. You got into conversation and somehow he immediately felt comfortable around you and started opening up to you bit by bit. This encouraged you to, unawarely, do the same. He kind of dragged you out of your shell and you started hanging out together more and more, which your friend Wanda did not take long to notice.  How you got together: Stupidly, Bruce had confided in his friend Tony about talking to you and about how comfortable you made him feel. Big mistake. Because if Tony smells drama, a way to draw his friend out of his comfort zone or both, he loooves to exploit it. One of the things bruce told him was that he did not understand how insecure you felt sometimes. When Tony asked why, the answer was that he found you absolutely breathtaking. You were beautiful, unique and you made him feel accepted and made him laugh. You’re honest, protective and smart. In short : he sounded like a lovesick puppy.  And since Tony knew Wanda was your friend, he went to her. Turned out she shipped it too and together, the unusual duo concocted a plan…… Bruce would NEVER hurt you, or make you feel small in a bad way. He respects you immensly and understands about 9/10 of the time. You’re the only one allowed completely into his mind, and hopes you trust him excactly the same. You’re also the only one allowed to tease him. Ever. 

X-men:

I ship you with Havoc!

Alex seems like a real asshole at first, and he probably was when he was younger. Tough from the moment that Charles and Erik went to fetch him out of jail, he changed completely. When you joined the group, it took time to get used to him . A LOT of time. Actually, he used to think of you as a little rude, and had trouble reading you so he didn’t usually make contact with you. This was the biggest problem in the beginning, not being able to get a read off each other causes a lot of fights and snarky comments, making the rest of the group unhappy with you seeming like enemies more than comrades. He began to feel more like understanding what you were about after spotting you in your free time. The way you were with your little sister, the bond you had reminded him of his own little brother. He saw how protective you were over her, for example when you got in trouble with a couple of jerks and you got them to fuck off. It made him want to be a better person for his own family.

When you got back, he acted completely differently than how he had seen you with your family. Your wall was back up and that was something he did understand. After all, he was the one that tore everything apart, landed in jail, all because he acted differenly, to not be vulnerable. He kept notincing more layers of yours after that. The way you spoke so indifferently and playfully to Raven and Banshee, wheres you were much more considerate of ‘Bozo’ aka Hank. The way ‘the claws’ came out when you were pissed, and the way you sat by yourself, buried in a book pretending to read while half-sulking later.  He started admiring you, though you never picked up on that and just kept doing so until Hank, while annoyed wih Alex,  uncharacteristically told him ‘to stop being a little bitch and do something other than swooning from afar, if he’s so tough’. So thats what he did. At first you really didnt understand why the hell he was interested in you and you actually thought it was a joke. Luckily that didn’t last very long. Alex is now the most attentive and protective guy you could wish for, though you’d never even thought of him being an option. 

Suicide Squad:

I ship you with Rick Flag! 

Rick, after all that happened was broken, lightly said. He didn’t know what to do with himself after the battle. Sure, he’d go home, shower, eat and sleep, but his visions of the world and of right and wrong were twisted up. Almost as if he’d lost his purpose. Good guys had turned out to be bad and a firebreathing-god gangster had sacrificed himself to save the rest, his family he had called it. So he just pretended to have moved on. The baddies went back to jail and he went back to work.

Rick and you hadn’t been on good or bad terms. You just accepted the fact that you co-existed. Sometimes you dares joke with each other. You see, Rick automatically hated criminals and didn’t hate figures associated with the law in a good way. The thing is, you were neither.  Well, you didn’t have a record, though your reputation was…..interesting. Which is why you got in the team, you were granted full immunity for the future. To be honest you would have done it for free, since you kinda do live on this planet and rather not have it detroyed. You weren’t as overpowered as your late friend El Diablo or as crazy as Harley, but damnit if you weren’t a badass.  Knives were your thing, and at your thing, you were the best. Granted, being about 5 times as agile and 3 times as fast as the average human also helped. And all while looking slayin’. Yeah, let’s pass the spandex. So, after the battle you simply returned to your old life as well, occasionally standing by on a A.R.G.U.S. mission, which is, after a couple of months, where you saw Rick again.  When you saw him, you almost flinched. He seemed so lost. Dark bags under his eyes, abviously thinner, paler than ever and he barely opened his mouth. Mr. gruffypants certainly didn’t deserve this.  When Rick saw you after a couple of months, his reaction was more the opposite of yours. He was slowly recovering from all his emotional damage, and now, he felt guilty. Very guilty as he looked at you. He was moving on but he felt wrong looking at another person, and finding that he enjoyed watching the way their outfit hugged their curves. He did not speak to you that night. 

Fastforward three weeks. A group of agents  were chasing an installment of the Triads. Yay, which meant you were called out of your comfy bed again since annoying you was easier that getting Boomerang, who would try to escape….. In the meanwhile, the guilt had been another factor combined in crushing Rick’s mental condition. The chase was going nowehere, well, apart from four killed and two wounded at your side, It was safe to say it was a shitty night.  When your team lost track of said Triads at 3 o’clock in the moring shit hit the fan. You had to call it in to Walker, who was not amused. Ambulances and coroners where called in an you were making sure everyone that needed it got help. You were not that much of a villain. All were accounted for, except your brusque Captain. Damnit.  When you finally did find him, you did not know excacty what to do. He was huddled against the wall of an abandoned building, your silly little superiour.  Slowly, you approached him, sliding against the wall next to him.  You didn’t say anything. Neither did he. 

You awoke to a car honking. Great, you thought. Six in the moring, in an abandoned builing, half asleep with Flags’ head on my lap…. FLAGS’ HEAD ON MY LAP. Shit. He did look cute, relaxed.  After about an hour he started to stir.  ‘I haven’t slept this long since months.’ he smiled.  ‘Great.’ you deadpanned. ‘I’m oficially functional as a plushie.’ 

You might be an odd couple, and you might not have been a ‘good guy’, but you were Captain Rick Flag’s salvation. And now, whichever idiot tries to mess with you  hasn’t just got a knife-wielding superhuman after them, but also a very pissed of Rick Flag.  The rest of the squad loved to tease you guys about it all. And that’s all fun and games until there’s another knife stuck in the wall at A.R.G.U.S. headquarters, which, lightly said, makes Walker, not amused.

Hope ya liked them all :3

WELL THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A RIDE. 1560 WORDS HELP.  Extra elaborate because IM OFICCIALLY BACK *cheers*. Let’s just hope i wont have any forced hiatusus anytime soon again (@.@) Also, thanks for sending me a message and being so sweet! 

I might be a lil rusty so if you find any silly errors made by me please send in something so le me can fix it :D

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The Confessions Wall (teenlock)

A teenlock fic based off a headcanon by the lovely @grumpy-swoop

Idk how to do italics so everything in an ** is in italics, and i also can’t link the original text post but i’m sure you’ve seen it anyway it’s great

Enjoy :)

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The Confessions Wall (teenlock)

*I am in love with Sherlock Holmes.*

The Confessions Wall is on the east side of the bottom corridor that leads to the locker rooms and is lined with language classrooms. John stood facing his scrawled handwriting, tongue resting between his lips and hand still hesitating in mid air.

Suddenly the bell went and John jumped out of skin, hurriedly scratching out his writing so hard that the plaster came off the wall. *Shit idea,* he told himself as he turned sharply to go. *Really, colossally shit idea.*

-

Most people in the school never really understood how the Confessions Wall actually started. The most likely scenario is that a couple of students just wrote something down as a laugh, until someone else pointed out that it was quite a good idea.

From there the wall just became more and more popular, and though Mike Stamford had never actually seen anyone write anything on it, he was always surprised how quickly people could fill up the wall after the authority’s attempt to paint it over again. Eventually they gave up, and simply gave a warning to keep it civil and PG, and thus the Confessions Wall progressed.

Most people didn’t really take the Wall seriously. Half of it was just doodles and random nonsense, but sometimes it was an interesting and supportive place. Occasionally an actual confession would arise, and within the day at least four other students would have scribbled advice around it.

For all the shit that went down in high school, this one little corner was a wonderful and strange community of support via Pokémon doodles and answers to the latest French test. Mike and the rugby lads passed it on their way to Thursday practice and always stopped for a moment to laugh at the new things scribbled.

But this Thursday was different. The lads were late, as per usual, and as Mike waited by the wall his gaze snagged on a tiny piece of writing, scrawled rapidly between the graffiti and doodles. He had to read it twice to make sure he’d understood it right, but once he had a grin broke out across his face.

“Oi! Stamford! What’s your grin for?” Victor bellowed delicately across the corridor. He and a couple others from Geography had just turned the corner. Mike replied in similar fashion.

“Lads - come check this!”

They complied, Victor leading the way with Tom, Sam, Jake and Ollie behind.

“Another break up?” Tom laughed, jogging over to examine what had caught Mike’s interest.

“I’d say actually the opposite,” he replied and gestured to the words on the wall.

*I’m gay and hopelessly in love with the rugby captain*

“Watson’s got a boyfriend already?!” Sam said, astounded. “Man that boy is bi for a month and already scores-”

“Oh shut up you moron of course it’s not his boyfriend it’s on the fucking confessions wall,” Jake said, rolling his eyes and slapping him across the head. Sam glared back at him.

“I’ve had an idea,” Mike grinned devilishly. Victor’s gaze flitted curiously to him, but upon catching sight on his expression the realisation clicked and his face broke out into a smirk of similar menace.

“So have I.”

“What?” Sam asked, eyes flicking stupidly between the two. “I don’t get it…”

“Someone’s in love with our Captain,” Mike said.

“Let’s find him,” Jake finished, having also caught on. Sam’s face melted into understanding before he let out a laugh.

“Yes lads! I wanna find this guy!”

Tom still looked confused. “Yeah, but how?”

“Flyers?” Jake offered.

“Flyers?!” Victor scoffed. “Be original.”

“Uh… I am,” Jake retorted. “Would you ask a girl out with a flyer?”

“No - she’d run for the fucking hills,” Victor said causing the other lads to laugh.

“No no no that might just work,” Mike said, halting their laughter. “Oh my god yes this could be so good here wait…” He scrambled around to find his phone before snapping a photo of the writing.

“Let’s put this at the top and then like ‘We’re looking for who wrote this’ in massive like letters underneath-”

“And a photo of John in the middle!” Jake put in.

“Make the paper the rainbow pride flag!” Sam almost yelled.

“He’s not gay, he’s bi, you *dildo*,” Victor strained through gritted teeth.

“Is there a flag for that?”

“There’s lots aren’t there?”

“Yeah they’re all different colours.”

“Oh cool - what colour’s the bi one?”

“I don’t know man look it up.”

“Okay we’ve got blue, pink, purple-”

“*Lavender.* Not purple.”

“Now who’s getting into the idea of flyers?”

Victor rolled his eyes and looked away. “Oh piss off.”

“Fuck yes these flyers are gonna be fire,” Sam cackled, a grin spreading uncontrollably across his face. “Watson’s gonna have the time of his life on Monday.”

“Put his phone number at the bottom.”

“No make them tear off ones!”

They laughed the whole way to the computer room, and didn’t really stop until later that evening. They may have missed practice (and racked up a rather colossal printer ink bill), but they were damn pleased with their work.

-

When John Watson entered the school hallway the following Monday he nearly fell over. Plastered all over the walls were brightly coloured posters of him. The colour visibly drained from his face.

Sam and Jake came up behind him.

“What do you think?” Jake grinned, waving an arm around the hallway. “Like our handiwork?”

“One of Mike’s better ideas I think,” Sam agreed. John was flabbergasted but the lads just continued.

“We put the bi colours on it! That was my idea!”

“Although the pull off phone numbers may have been an optimistic shout,” Sam admitted, eyeing John’s phone which was pinging continuously with new message notifications.

“Guys this…” John trailed off.

“He loves it!” Victor called from down the hallway. “Ladies and gentlemen, your bachelor of the year has arrived!”

Half the people cheered and laughed as John was dragged to the Confessions Wall, thoroughly confused and really quite scared.

“What is going on?” He managed out. Victor simply pointed to the writing on the wall.

“Someone fancies our Captain, and we are determined to find him!” Victor explained. “You deserve someone who’s infatuated with you and we may have found him.”

John stood gaping at the wall for a good half minute before he could speak.

“You guys are mental.”

“Don’t we know it!” Mike agreed, and they grinned. Suddenly the bell rang and out of the corner of his eye John saw a familiar mop of dark hair disappear around the corner.

“Uh I gotta go guys,” he mumbled out, beginning to jog down the corridor.

“What? Come on Watson our investigation has yet to begin!” Mike complained.

John turned round and jogged backwards. “Chemistry!” He called in reply, shrugging apologetically. The bell rang again and the team dispersed to their lessons.

John hurried down the corridor on autopilot, his mind filled with excitement of seeing his favourite lab partner again after being ill all weekend. God, he sounded besotted.

He supposed in a way he was.

He entered the classroom and immediately caught the pale green eye of Sherlock who smiled at him from across the room. John’s own face broke out into a grin at seeing him and he quickly made his way over and tossed his books behind them.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey - feeling better?” Sherlock asked, reaching to his left for a spare microscope. John’s gaze followed his actions.

“Is this gonna be one of those lessons where we ignore the syllabus completely?”

“Yep,” Sherlock popped the ‘p’.

“Ah okay. You know I’m gonna fail because of you,” John said rolling his eyes and getting up from his chair to fetch the slides - as was their routine most days.

“Perhaps, but you’d get bored without me.”

“Is this lesson just a little too boring for certain genius’?” John teased, reaching into a drawer behind them and drawing out three slides. He placed them gently on the lab bench in front of Sherlock.

“Of course. You know I loathe the tedious.” Sherlock fitted a slide with the substance into the microscope and focused his gaze into it.

“Do you find me tedious?”

“Not at all.”

“Right. Good. Good to uh- good to know.” No matter how hard he tried, John couldn’t prevent the little smile that twitched at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah great actually…”

“John.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re mumbling again.”

John’s jaw dropped in horror. “I am not.”

Sherlock simply chuckled to himself causing John’s cheeks to colour and he turned to glare at the front of the class.

“I do not mumble,” he muttered sulkily to himself.

Sherlock chuckled again, and John had to turn away to prevent him seeing another smile creep onto his face.

-

The time came for Monday’s sport lesson - rugby for those in the rugby team, shit-all for everyone else. John pulled his jumper over his head and placed it on the bench in front of the stands.

The bench was reserved for rugby players, but in past years John had often allowed Sherlock to sit away from the stands on the days the bullies liked to pick on him.

This was one of those days.

He jogged up to the stands and jumped the railing, heading up to where he could see two burly kids picking on his friend. Upon seeing him some colour returned Sherlock’s pale expression and he widened his eyes in pleading.

“What’s going on here?” John asked pointedly. The guys glared at him.

“Just a chat,” one growled. Sherlock swallowed.

“Oh good - you won’t mind me stealing him then?” John smiled, though there was no warmth behind it. “Sherlock?” He tilted his head in the direction of the bench and Sherlock stood quickly, flashing him a grateful smile.

They made their way down and John gave him his jumper.

“Put that on if you get cold,” he offered. “They won’t bother you here.”

“Joining us down here again, Sherlock?” Greg Lestrade, a well-liked member of the rugby team grinned.

“Would seem so,” Sherlock replied quietly.

“Good to have you mate,” he said before he called onto the pitch. Sherlock smiled and pulled John’s jumper over his own thin t-shirt. He liked it here, the rugby lads were always nice to him even if he was the polar opposite to them.

Besides - he could see John play better from here. Sherlock quickly looked away as John turned around to catch him staring. When he had controlled the fire under his cheeks he looked up again to watch and could have sworn John was smiling at him.

Wishful thinking, he supposed, and snuggled into John’s jumper to watch them play. It was warm and smelled like him and Sherlock couldn’t suppress a smile at the fact that John had allowed Sherlock to wear it. It made butterflies flutter in his stomach at the thought in a way that he was perfectly content.

The sports lesson went by strangely fast for Sherlock, perhaps due to the amount of time he had spent focused on a particular player whose blonde hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and chest was rising and falling heavily as he jogged over Sherlock with a boyish grin.

Sherlock’s breath almost faltered.

“How’d you like practice?” John panted.

“Very informative,” Sherlock said. “I learned a lot about rugby.”

“You didn’t know the rules of rugby before?”

There was silence for a moment as Sherlock just stared guiltily at him until they both burst into giggles.

“But you’ve been coming all year!” He wheezed through laughter.

Sherlock sighed, though a smile was still plastered on his face. He suddenly realised he was still in John’s jumper and went to take it off but John stopped him.

“Don’t worry about that - keep it,” he said, then after a moment of looking at Sherlock added, “it suits you.”

Sherlock was sure he turned as red as a tomato and thanked John before sprinting away off the fields to an empty classroom. He slid down the back of the door with a giddy grin on his face, clutching the jumper. It was stupid and sentimental but he couldn’t bring himself to regret this childish joy he felt.

John on the other hand, stood open mouthed and unmoving by the bench of the rugby field. He couldn’t quite believe what he had said.

*It suits you.*

What in fuck’s name had possessed him to say that. He raised a hand to his forehead.

“God stupid, *stupid,*” he scolded himself. He sounded like Sherlock, he thought. And Sherlock himself had run for the hills the poor guy - he was probably scared off by John’s flirting.

“God Watson you look like you’ve just swallowed a lemon,” Greg said walking over to him.

“Thanks,” John said weakly. Greg chuckled.

“That Sherlock kid got you in knots?” He asked quietly. John’s head darted up to meet Greg’s gaze.

“Don’t worry I’m not telling,” he said reassuringly, holding up his hands in mock defence. “But it is a shame - what with all the posters to find this mystery guy.”

John’s stomach dropped as he remembered. “Oh God,” he croaked. Then suddenly added, “Oh shit no… I’m gonna have to let somebody down.”

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it,” Greg patted him awkwardly on the back as an attempt at comfort. “None of this is your fault, they’ll understand. And who knows - it might be Sherlock.”

John snorted. “Wouldn’t that be perfect.”

“Yeah…” Greg said, his eye catching on something in the distance by the school. “Wouldn’t it.”

-

Nothing interesting happened until Friday.

It was Thursday, and at lunchtimes John had been approached by many people asking about the mystery writer and whether they had been discovered yet. There seemed to be a school-wide hunt taking place and John couldn’t shake this feeling of immense guilt. He simply smiled up at those asking and answered truthfully that they were nowhere to be found.

However his guise of a small smile hadn’t made it past everyone. Mike picked up pretty quickly on John’s strange behaviour and asked him about it at Thursday practice.

“I just… Had my eye on someone else,” he admitted. “I hadn’t told you guys yet and now I just feel awful about this whole mystery writer thing.”

“Shit John, this is our fault, we should’ve asked,” Mike said before John had even finished speaking.

“Now you feel bad!”

“No I- well yes but making people feel bad was not the objective here,” Mike said. “How did it go this wrong? It was a bloody good plan!”

John rolled his eyes. “I didn’t go wrong, Mike. I’ve been getting texts by the hundred. It’s just me.”

Mike nudged him playfully. “Whoever your man is, he’s a lucky one.” With that he jogged onto the pitch. John froze.

“Wait how did you know it was a guy?” he called, panic flaring behind his eyes.

Mike shrugged and grinned. “Lucky guess!”

John rolled his eyes and felt the panic dissipate. In his peripheral vision he caught Sherlock walking out of school to go home. John waved as he glanced up at the rugby pitch and Sherlock waved shyly back, and John didn’t miss the sleeve of a familiar navy jumper peeking out from between his books.

It made his heart beat a little faster that Sherlock had kept his jumper close and had maybe even worn it. If it was anyone else he’d have probably asked for it back, but somehow he didn’t mind it in the hands of Sherlock.

“You are besotted,” Greg teased as he waltzed up to John after practice, a playful grin on his face. John punched him lightly.

“Shut up,” he grumbled. He could feel his cheeks tingeing pink.

“You should talk to him,” Greg offered.

“I do.”

“Not what I meant, John.”

John sighed. “And what if he just outrights rejects me?”

“He wouldn’t outright reject you.”

“Okay maybe not. But somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“I think you’re over-thinking this,” Greg said, slinging an arm around John. “Why not let me have a little chat with the guy and see how he feels, yeah?”

“You are not admitting I like him for me.”

“No, that wasn’t quite what I was getting at,” Greg said patiently. “I just meant, it wouldn’t hurt if I asked the guy how he feels about you. He loves that jumper you know.” Greg tapped his shoulder and began to walk away.

“He doesn’t it was just a friendly gesture,” John argued, but even he could hear the lie in his own voice.

“Sure.” A familiar grin returned to Greg’s face.

-

“Sherlock! There’s someone at the door to see you!”

Sherlock straightened into a sitting position at the sound of his mother’s voice. He never had visitors, not apart from Irene but she never came during the school week. Puzzled, he clambered out of bed and headed halfway down the stairs to peer over the banister. It was Greg, looking really quite friendly. Sherlock plucked up the courage to make it the rest of the way down the stairs.

“Hey,” he said awkwardly, shuffling his feet where he stood.

“Hi, just came round to make sure you had one of these,” Greg smiled and passed over a small blue slip of paper. Printed on it in black ink was a phone number. “It’s John’s,” Greg explained. “From the poster.”

“Oh it’s okay I didn’t-“ Sherlock began but Greg cut him off.

“John wanted to make sure you had one,” he said. Sherlock’s cheeks burned furiously. Greg’s smile widened as he caught sight of this. “Oh and could we meet lunchtime tomorrow? It’d be nice to have a chat.”

Sherlock was even more puzzled. He’d never been asked to chat with someone before. Most conversations were simply attempted and ended and never attempted again, but that was more the stupid people and he liked Greg. He just wasn’t used to talking to people.

It was different with John because John didn’t mind if he was weird or a little bit dismissive. He thought maybe John even liked that side of him. But he didn’t know what Greg would like, and he wanted Greg to like him so he simply agreed.

“Uh sure. Where?”

“Uhh, dunno,” Greg replied truthfully. “How about by the rugby pitches then we just walk?”

“Okay,” Sherlock said and Greg turned around to walk away, but not before asking for his number. Sherlock scrawled it and his name down on a small piece of paper just inside the door. Greg thanked him and left.

Suddenly Sherlock was filled with dread. Maybe Greg had figured out that it was him who wrote that about John on the wall. It all made sense, hinting with the phone number and Sherlock had blushed stupidly at the first mention of John.

God, he must look like such a dork.

Suddenly he realised that he was standing in his own doorway staring profusely at a tiny piece of paper. Hurriedly he closed the door and returned to his room, a tiny piece of paper still clutched between his fingers.

-

“Boys, I’ve got something you might be interested in,” Greg said, settling down to lunch at the table with the other rugby lads.

“What?” Sam asked mouth full of fries. Victor rolled his eyes at the noticeable lack of manners and turned to Greg.

“Have you figured out who wrote it?” he asked.

“Well, I think so, but I’m gonna need help to really make sure,” he explained before handing over a sheet of writing.

“What is this?” Mike asked, drawing the sheet closer to his side of the table.

“Chemistry,” Sam put in, mouth still full of fries.

“Obviously, I meant what does this have to do with the mystery writer?” he expanded, a hint of frustration lacing his tone.

“I just thought it looked weirdly similar,” Greg shrugged and walked over to the nearest wall to tear a flyer off it. He returned to the table and placed the two next to each other. There was no denying the handwriting was similar – almost the same.

“This one’s messier,” Mike said, gesturing to the writing on the flyers.

“Yeah, probably because they wrote it in a rush,” Greg said. “But is this too big a coincidence?”

“Depends, whose handwriting is it?”

“Sherlock Holmes’.”

-

The rugby lads spent that entire weekend preparing their plan of action.

“And John definitely likes Sherlock?” Victor confirmed. Greg nodded.

“He said it to me out loud from his own mouth.”

Sam practically jumped up and down in glee. “Told you flyers would work! We’ve netted our captain a boyfriend!”

“Do you think John would do as the plan says he will?” Mike worried with creased eyebrows.

“Oh of course he would,” Sam waved him off. “Once we’ve set them up there’s no way they’ll falter.”

“Well, these guys are the champions of avoiding each other,” Victor put in.

“Just a lot of intense eye contact,” Jake agreed.

“God I cannot wait for them to finally sort it out,” Sam sighed, flopping dramatically onto a sofa.

By the time the next Saturday came, the whole rugby team could barely contain their excitement. Their plan had been brewing for the whole week and they were ready to put it into action. Sherlock was set to come to the game this Saturday, and the lads were set to force the unsuspecting two to confess their undying love.

If that’s not what happened on the day, one could only pray for Sam’s health.

So one can imagine his excitement when the team finished their team talk and were about to run onto the pitch. Now was the perfect timing.

"John,” Mike said, unable to hide his grin. “We’ve got a little secret to tell you.”

“Oh yeah?” John replied, eyebrows raising curiously as he continued wrapping grip bandages around his right palm. “What about?”

“Your mystery writer,” Sam grinned. John’s head snapped up.

“You found out who it was?” He said. He couldn’t decide if he was relieved or disheartened. Mike slipped a small piece of paper into his hands. On it was written a phone number and a name.

*07891 452776 Sherlock Holmes*

John simply stared at the paper dumbfounded. When he finally lifted his head to speak the bell rang and they were ushered out. John barely had time to put the paper down before he was pushed onto the field and leading his team into position.

Immediately he looked into the stands, searching desperately for Sherlock. When their eyes met he grinned, and a warmth erupted inside of his stomach.

*Sherlock loves me,* he thought. And he couldn’t get that thought out of his head.

Throughout the whole game he kept glancing up at Sherlock, stealing glances when the ball was nowhere near, determined to impress him.

When half time was called, John wanted nothing more than to sprint up the stands and snog the life out of Sherlock, but Mike dragged him over to the rest of the team.

“You can make out with him later, we’ve got a game to win right now,” he said. John playfully shoved him off.

“You planned this,” he said incredulously, the realisation dawning on him. “You planned all of this!”

Sam burst out laughing and Greg just agreed and explained.

“I’ve never wanted a game to go by faster,” John said, gazing once again up at the stands where Sherlock was sitting.

“The minute this ends, you go get him,” Sam said as the whistle blew and they jogged back to their positions.

The game started again and they focused on scoring and defending and little else, even if Mike did have to lovingly elbow John in the side to get his gaze on the ball and off a particular devout Chemistry student who, at this point, had realised he was under the heavy attention of one John Watson and had turned a shade of red not dissimilar to that of a tomato.

By the time the game was nearly finished John was practically bouncing where he sat in his eagerness to go to Sherlock. He had been subbed for the final moments of the game (due to his avid participation in the rest of it) and had slung his letterman jacket over his shoulders to keep in the warmth.

Under the irritated and irritating scrutiny of the coach John was forced to watch the actual game and not Sherlock in the stands, however back on the pitch, they had a wider view of things.

“Guys,” Lestrade said quietly. “We’re not the only ones who figured it out…”

The lads followed his gaze over to where James was leading Sherlock out of the stands and off the edge of the pitch. A small group of common bullies - Stan, Ian and Ed - were lingering ominously.

A feeling of dread settled in the bottom of Mike’s stomach like a stone.

Common bullies were usually pretty harmless. Uncool as they were, no one took their casual insults to heart and without intent they posed no real threat. But this definitely had intent.

“This was most definitely not the plan,” Mike said, panic clear in his voice.

“Shit,” Victor agreed.

-

Sherlock followed them pathetically into the woods. They’d promised to pick on John if he hadn’t, so he’d simply swallowed and done as they asked.

He hesitated as the reached the edge of the woods behind the pitches, but James behind him told him to keep moving and reminded him of the earlier threat. He complied.

He was more uncomfortable than scared. He’d dealt with these morons before but this stress upon isolation made his knees quiver just the slightest. They were a little way into the trees when they reached the others.

“You got something to admit, Holmes,” James snarled and purposefully tripped him. He landed flat on his stomach at the feet of Ian, Stan and Ed.

“I can’t imagine what,” he replied coolly, getting to his feet. He crossed his arms and raised an expectant eyebrow as Ian fumbled about a coat pocket before retrieving a piece of paper.

“I was copying you, nerd, on a test,” Ian explained. Sherlock was not impressed. “And I couldn’t help but notice a striking similarity to this phrase which has been going around the school like wildfire…”

With these words he unfolded the paper and held it in front of Sherlock’s face. He blood ran cold. It was a flyer for the 'mystery writer’ and their confession of love for John. He should have known someone would figure it out, how stupid, stupi-

“Look at that, his face says it all!” Stan cackled. Sherlock didn’t dare react in any other way. “The freak’s in love with John Watson!”

“Just wait until we tell him,” Ed sneered and Sherlock truly began to panic. They couldn’t tell John because then John would hate him and stop being his friend and he would lose the one thing he cared about in this school.

“No,” he croaked, his voice sounding less strong than he would’ve liked. “I’ll tell them about your-”

“Doesn’t matter, freak,” Stan said. “We’ve heard all this before - I’m cheating on Tanya, Ed’s got a STD, Ian smokes weed - you can’t pin us. You’ve used those excuses.”

Sherlock swallowed and tried to think of something to say but nothing came. He stood there dumbly while they laughed. Anger burned behind his eyes. Why would they so carelessly hurt another person?

He knew couldn’t talk his way out of this one, but at the very least he could try.

-

“We need to get John over there,” Jake said.

“What do you mean? What are you doing?” Mike whispered harshly.

“Improvising!” Jake snapped, sprinting over to John. Mike rounded the rest of the lads together as the game finally ended and drilled them into taking simultaneous action if the bullies’ attitude began to look any more gruesome to Sherlock. Everyone agreed to throw them off the stands should that happen.

Suddenly a cry from the woods caused all heads to turn. Stan withdrew a closed fist from midair as Sherlock reached a tentative finger to touch his nose. It came away red. Mike turned gingerly to face John. He was shaking with fury.

“That’s it, come on boys,” Mike ordered and began to make for the stands with an angry horde of rugby players behind him but John overtook him and he looked livid. His face was burning red with rage as he all but threw himself towards the woods.

“Lads! After Watson!” Mike yelled and they took off after him. John raced into the trees and shoved the full force of his body weight and momentum at Stan, toppling him over so that he landed against the hard earth with a heavy thud.

The other bullies looked ready to murder John and round on Sherlock, quietly shaking behind him. John stepped sideways, removing Sherlock from their vision entirely and spat out words with such venom it caused Mike to shiver.

“Don’t you fucking touch him.”

The rugby lads had caught up with him at this point and were detaining Stan and the other guys on the floor with several players to a man.

“John take care of Sherlock, I’m going to find someone to help,” Victor said before sprinting off.

John immediately turned around and enveloped Sherlock in a hug. He was shaking and clutched onto John’s shirt with white knuckles. John gently manoeuvred them away from all the commotion.

“Shh,” John soothed, trailing a hand through his curls without fully realising what he was doing. “I’ve got you, you’re alright.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Greg smiling at him and went to move away but Sherlock’s grip didn’t cease so he simply stayed there, Sherlock’s face buried in his neck.

He suddenly realised that Sherlock wasn’t wearing his jumper anymore and was probably shivering from the cold more than shock.

“You were wearing my jumper,” John murmured, eyes flicking from his clothing to Sherlock’s face. Sherlock’s face dropped.

“They took it,” he mumbled. “I liked it.”

“Have this,” John said, ignoring the next wave of anger bubbling in his stomach. He dropped his letterman jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it around Sherlock’s.

“Warmer?”

“Much,” Sherlock smiled. John never really took his arms away from around Sherlock but instead pulled him closer, a hand trailing into his hair.

“Do you like it?”

“I like you.”

“I’m not too tedious for your taste?”

“No,” he breathed, eyes fixed on John’s. “Not at all.”

“May I?” John whispered, his gaze dropping to focus on Sherlock’s lips.

“Please.” Sherlock’s own eyes closed as he felt the soft press of John’s lips against his own.

When they pulled apart, John rested his forehead against Sherlock’s. An easy silence fell between them and Sherlock couldn’t have named a ace he’d have rather been than there. Eventually the silence was broken.

“Am I going to acquire all your clothes?” Sherlock asked sarcastically. John laughed.

“You wish.”

-

Notes – I’ve got a thing for protective John, loving him at the moment (and yes the rugby lads went mental and threw them a massive get-together party afterwards)

ALSO SHERLOCK’S NUMBER IS NOT A REAL PHONE NUMBER I MADE IT UP PLS DONT RING IT

Yeah and i know nothing about rugby so dont read into the grip bandages lol i just needed john to be doing something

Hope you enjoyed :) M x