#oof this was a little touch and go for a moment -- I blame it on having to work today tho haha!!

[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 9 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Day and Mhok went to Aon's wedding, opting to ditch Night along the way (obviously Mhok collaborated with Night). They had a fun time on the beach, gave a pretty good kiss, and then had a really weird picking on each other moment. They changed into fantastic outfits for the wedding, danced to a Satang song, and then Day's dad appeared like a jump scare.

I'm really glad we're opening with the stuff about Night, but maybe we should not do this at someone else's wedding? Party foul.

Thai people's strong regional preferences around their cuisine are so compelling to me. So much character building goes into where people are from and what food they enjoy.

Day resenting the way Night has changed, clearly because he feels guilty, as feeling like he's losing his position to Night makes sense. He blames Night, so it's easier to funnel his resentment there.

I know we are not going to miss the opportunity to see the Last Twilight picture. Quit playing.

There's a lot going on with the dad's reveals. I was expecting Night to be the one driving, but Day eventually settling on admitting that he missed his dad and things felt off without him also really works for me. I think it's the dad owning that he is the one who messed up, especially when it comes to his wife, is what does it.

I feel like I mention this every week, but I really enjoy the quiet way Mhok listens and the way he just looks at Day.

Day obviously having issues with his vision, going quiet, asking Mhok to take him to the mountain, and then Mhok trying not to cry. They got me.

This wedding tradition of regifting the books whips extreme ass.

My goodness this little montage following the path of the book is excellent.

Oh, excellent. They have to stay at a little hotel away from prying eyes. It's time, baby.

Yes, Day, take the lead.

Alright, Cherry. I was worried about you for a second there.

Well, as soon there was a guitar there was no stopping it.

Jimmy and Sea practicing being comfortable with skinship in front of others has really paid off in this show. There is a difference between Mhok gently guiding Day and Mhok wanting to casually touch his boyfriend.

Okay, Aof, thank you for having a character say they want to do it. I approve.

It's 2024! We all verse now! That was a really tasteful scene. I got what I needed.

Cherry, that was so dramatic goddamn.

They really brought no water??

Honestly, the whole running plot earlier in the show is paying off hard on this mountain climb. They've done athletic things together, so there's earned trust here that reads well.

Oh, whew. Mhok brought water.

Oof, they're priming us for mom drama.

I got so overwhelmed during the mountain climbing scene. Aof, please stop tormenting your crews with these scenes.

Queers yelling at vistas or the sky will never get old for me.

Sea has a great voice for this scene on the mountain, actually.

Damn, they got me again.

Well, that was an excellent episode and also a good preview. I'm actually looking forward to seeing Mhok quit because he can't be Day's caregiver with this between them. I really like the way the intimacy has been paced in this show and how earned so much of it has all felt. This is a really good show.

[sweet-self-indulgence]

A cute prompt could be Mika and Sam watching horror movies together! Maybe she gets scared and he "protects her"

Yes! Love this one! I got a little off-task, but I think it turned out really cute.

If anyone can tell me what movie they’re watching you’ll unlock bonus content (the story that inspired this piece).

The Basement

Is what's lurking in the basement scarier than demons? Probably when you happen to love a demon.

It was all Matthew’s fault. He was the one who had been insistent on going all out for Halloween, including setting up a haunted house as part of the Halloween ball. Then again, it was James who volunteered the basement for the haunted house venue. No one else was aware of its existence, but of course he remembered seeing it on the floorplan. Still, it was Damien who knew which key to fetch from the study to open the door.

Down the narrow staircase they had found a pretty standard creepy old basement. High shelves filled with forgotten boxes housed ages of dust and plenty of spiderwebs. The unfinished concrete floor was patched with unknown stains. Even the musty odor was unsurprising.

At this point in their adventure, Mika was not a fan of the basement. It was dark, dirty, and a little smelly; however, she was considering how the extra storage space could come in handy. That was until Sam found another locked door. At first Damien scrambled over with the key, the group quickly found that there was no keyhole.

Sam tried the door again. It wasn’t stuck but locked from the other side.

That realization made Mika’s stomach do an uncomfortable flip. James managed to convince Sam not to break the house, reasoning that the basement was probably built in parts, and they could presumably get to this door from an entrance elsewhere in the mansion.

Erik, that traitor, suddenly interrupted. Apparently, he had the best idea for a movie to watch.

And now Mika is stuck in the worst movie night ever, contemplating who’s to blame for her predicament.

She’s not much of a horror fan so she didn’t recognize the title and had no idea what to expect. It started out pretty well, two strangers have to share a rented house due to some scheduling mix up. She debated with James over if the man would kill the woman, or if that was too obvious and the lady would end up being the murderer. Then, the characters found a creepy basement with a creepy door and Mika shot Erik a dirty look.

Since that moment Mika hasn’t dared to look away from the screen. She started watching the movie on the center couch cushion, but almost immediately started receding onto Sam’s. She’s wedged herself between her incubus and the back of the couch, but firmly within his arms.

“Ahhh! What was that?!”, she shrieks as something moves quickly in the darkness on screen.

She shrieks again when something suddenly touches her back. A low oof and, “watch it, doofus!” follow her reflexive strike.

“Sorry, Sam! Don’t startle me!”

“Sheesh! I was just trying to rub your back to get you to relax a little”

After getting shushed by Matthew, Mika and Sam find a configuration where Sam’s hands squish her firmly into his side so neither of them can move too quickly.

“Oh fuck! What is that?!”, Mika presses further into Sam, eyes wide with alarm.

Erik and Damien fail to suppress snickers at Mika’s outburst.

“Don’t go back in there!”, she screeches.

“Oh god, that’s so gross”

“Oh god, that’s so messed up!”

After each outburst Sam gently squeezes the girl in his arms.  

Mika visibly relaxes when the basement creature falls limp over the hood of the car, only to scream even louder than before when it is no longer there.

At this point all the demons in the room are giggling openly at her, but Mika is too freaked out to be embarrassed. At least the low rumbling in Sam’s chest is soothing.

Finally, the nightmare is over and the heroine limps away victorious. The second credits start to role Mika bolts up from the couch, “I’m going to go make sure the basement door is locked.”

Sam follows closely behind, mostly out of concern, but also because Mika has a death grip on his hand. Laughter erupts from the living room.

On the way back to the basement door Mika mumbles under her breath, “I’m going to Kill Erik and his stupid Movie, then Damien and his stupid key, and James with his stupid blueprints, and Matthew and his stupid haunted house”

“So, am I spared?” Sam jokes from behind her.

“Yes.” Mika states matter-of-factly, “I need you to protect me should any creepy shit crawl out of this basement.”

Sam guffaws and squeezes her hand.

Mika jiggles the door handle, confirming that it remained as lock as they left it. Her eyebrows knit together, “I should—”

She is cut off by Sam producing the key, “I’ve got it right here.”

Mika nods, but the pinched look remains on her face, “And it’s the only copy.”

“Right…”, Mika glances at the door again and shivers, “let’s just go to bed.”

Sam follows her dutifully. Halfway up the stairs he asks, “We’ve watched horror movies before, why did this one freak you out so bad?”

Mika groans and slides a hand down her face, “I dunno. I guess demons and ghosts are less scary than whatever fucked up shit humans can do.”

“Oi! I think I can be pretty scary!” Sam complains.

Mika laughs, “You know what I mean! I can’t be scared of fictional demons when I live with real ones!”

“Yeah, I do”, Sam grins, “Harold recommended we watch a few movies to understand how humans think about demons. I guess it’s supposed to be scary, but they’re so wrong we were laughing the whole time!”

“Ah so that’s how the horror fixation started”

He shrugs, “I guess. We enjoyed a few movies like that and then it was easier to understand other movies that were similar. And then people start asking you about what movies you like and yeah...”

Safely in her own room, Mika locks the door behind them, and if Sam notices he keeps tactfully quiet about it. The pair go through their nightly routines quickly. Sam finishes first and waits patiently under the covers. When she finishes in the bathroom Mika dives into bed and burrows into Sam’s chest. He chuckles fondly and uses a tiny bit of magic to flick the light switch off.

For a moment Mika thinks she’ll fall asleep peacefully in Sam’s arms, but a sudden spike of fear jolts her upright.

“Woah, hey”, Sam follows her up and holds her face in his hands.

“Ugh! I know it’s stupid and illogical. I don’t really think that some freaky inbred wannabe mother is going to bust in here!”

“I know”, Sam soothes, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Mika shoves the heels of her hands into her eyes, “My nerves are just on edge.”

Sam nods and runs his fingers slowly through Mika’s hair.

After a moment Mika adds, “But the basement is really creepy! I mean who would have a door that locks on just one side like that?!”

“Do you want me to go break it down so you don’t have to worry about it? We don’t have to listen to James, it’s your house.”

“No.” Mika calmly holds Sam down, both of her hands wrapped around his bicep, “Because then you’ll get murdered. And I’ll have to find a new boyfriend.”

Sam barks out a surprised laugh, “Well I wouldn’t want to make you go through all that effort!”, he teases.

Mika giggles, “Yeah, the dating scene is what’s really scary!”

After another bout of laughter that definitely disturbs the other residents (but screw them for laughing at me earlier, Mika thinks), she lets Sam pull her back into bed. Most of her tension is gone and Mika finally feels tired.

Sam rubs slow circles into her back as Mika nuzzles into his neck, occasionally mumbling another complaint about the movie into his skin. He whispers, “I’ll protect you from anything” softly into her ear.

Mika’s body immediately relaxes and she’s just able to mumble an, “I love you” before succumbing to a peaceful slumber. She doesn’t hear Sam’s voice, choked with emotion from her display of trust, repeat the words back to her.

[selfshippinglover]

Okay so just some thoughts about the Ben interview @ghiertor-the-gigapeen

~Bonjur returns! :DD

~ This is after Mark's death and you can hear hurt he is :(((

~Talks about sitting around and twiddling his thumbs, feeling lost without orders/ a command

~comes from a long line of servants

~Arrested for public nudity in Uni sdkhgdg (FRAT INITIATION OFC)

~Parents are from England

~MARK WAS ALSO ARRESTED IN THE FOR NUDITY OFC BUT WAS IN BUTLER SCHOOL TOO?? WHAT? HIM, A BUTLER??

~AWWW MARK AND HIM MET WHEN BEN TOOK THE ARREST FOR MARKS STREAKING BRRRO TWT

~Ben dresses Mark when he passes out drunk(oh Ben sweetie)

~DOES COCaine ksdvHbjk

~ 3 wishes would be Mark doesn't die, everyone in the world gets their own butler, and everything to be clean all the time(so true bestie)

~ It's like anytime he brings up Mark he's moments away from crying like you can't tell me he doesn't care about him :(((

~Doesn't like Chef like everyone else xD

~MARK WAS AT THE MASTER HARVARD AND BEN WAS AT THE HARVARD SERVANT SCHOOL APPARENTLY??

~Mastertude school is prooobably to make sure people don't get overpaid =-= (i'd bet partying and gossiping too tho!!)

~Most difficult task was when Mark filled a tub with hot coco(bleh) and he had to clean it up(christ)

~Ben wouldn't clean Mark up, he made him clean up himself (so surprisingly, mark can do that but I'm sure he'd prefer not to liek the little bitch eh is dskhbgsdb)

~Mark sucked at cleaning himself SMHHHH

~BEN THINKS OF MARK AS A GOOD FRIEND WAAHHHTOT

~MARK THANKED HIM, SHARED DRINKS WITH HIM, AND ALLOWED HIM TO JOIN IN ON PARTIES? AWWW Mark really did care i think ,,QwQ,, (at least, that's the most we've ever heard of such a thing happening)

~Mark hired him right out of Uni

~No medical issues related to WKM Except that murder is a triggering subject for him

~WILL BROKE THE VASE IN THE WINE CELLAR WHILE DRUNK AND ANGRRY

~DAMN HE DOESN'T LIKE WILLIAM? SAYS HE "WAS ALWAYS AN ISSUE"? OOF THEY DIDN'T GET ALONG I GUESS?? GEEZ FINDS HIM OUTLNADISH DSksgb

~ William owed Mark a LOT of money, Ben saying it's like a life debt's worth

~DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE WINE IN THE CELLAR BUT CALLED THEM A MONSTER AND BLAMES THEM FOR KILLING MARK SDGLHGGJL(He's more right and wrong than he knows)

~was drinking with Mark before the night of the party

~Lives in the mansion and is working 24/7 =-=

~That wine was an 1810 Chardonnay

~OOOH MARK LEFT BEN HSI MANSION ANS FUNDS IN HSI WILLLLLL QOQ..

~But another part of the will was to check up on William every few months and man he doesn't liek doing that :((

~doesn't like Will's denial of the dying(it's just not right), doesn't trust him, but also doesn't believe he killed Mark

~Fell into a depression once Mark left and still is but is trying to go out again nearly a year since then :((

~Had Ben wear gloves the last few months before the party while everything was going down. Didn't want help, to be touched, to be seen, nothing. Ben called it all weird

~enjoys jogs cause it remind him of a happy memory :)

~Ben born in 1891!!!

~Graduated school in 96

~So five years of butlering

~Graduated top of class, known as the "greatest butler of history" in butler magazine.

~Likes beer and occasional scotch :)

~Always wanted to be known as the best servant hat every lived, that people would bid for him to be theirs (BUDDY YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THOOO)

~WAHHHH BEN JUST WANTS TO BE A FRIEND TOO TO ANY OF HIS MASTERS ;-;

~DAMN HE STRAIGHT UP SAID I'M SO GOOD A OF A BUTLER I'LL MAKE YOU A BETTER PERSOOON (Wonder if he thought of Mark like that too :.)

~CERTIFIED PET GROOOMER WOOOOO

~Loves and is loved by animals :)

~Only experience with supernatural is night with Celine and he still doesn't understand what happened to her :((

~He has mourned for Celine, describes her as a kind woman, as has missed her since the divorce...

~Has a hard time finding time for himself :((

~THE ONLY BELONGINGS HE HAS IS HIS UNIFORM??

~Mark really cared about status, being the best, a lot of stairs

~Doesn't like dirt hjgjj

~No opportunities to make friends cause of work(no wonder he likes Mark and Celine so much. He probably saw them most. Wonder bout dames tho!!)

~poor man starts his work day at 4 am

~BUTLER BALL CANON(But wants to run romantic partners by master)

~SAID THE BLACK BUTLER LINE

~Bad press after Mark's death lowered his approval rating amongst butler alumni :( ~wants a private quarter that only he uses

~Likes hanging out the DA :DD

~Believes the Detective's background checks out but finds him odd

~He doesn't take days off? BRO ;-; HE JUST WANTS TO BE DISTRACTED

~CRIES HE CALLS US BEACONS OF HOPE??? ;-;

~Celine and Mark attached at the hips since childhood?(HOLY SHIT THEY WERE FRIENDS TO LOVERS TOO??)

~Has no idea why Celine left Mark

~GEEZ HE'S SAYING GROUNDSKEEPING IS BELOW A BUTLER WOOF

~ Speaks English, German, spanish, and french(but only a little)

~Not allowed to get sick?? does not get sick? Calls in replacements??

~4th of July fireworks run at the last minute! Mark was apologetic and gave him a bonus? They just shot the breeze with fireworks together?AWW THAT'S SO SWEET

~Mark treated the Chef with kindness and respect(DOUBTFUL KJGJBGSD)

~Mark and Dames are close friends and also used each other to look good socially

~Had secrets about one another that he couldn't speak of? (SOUNDS PRETTY FRUITY??)

~Really enjoys Damian's company :)

[imaginespazzi]

NIVI! Bestie, how you doing? I miss ya! I FINALLY have a bit of spare time to just breathe and what better way to spend it than write a lil (long) review for GH.

The entire flashback killed me a little (a lot). Poor P 🥺

While I was hoping against all hope that we’d find out that Azzi was actually in the crowd somewhere that P wouldn’t spot her, I love that you didn’t end up going that route. Like you said, that would have been too easy and no doubt, if Az was there and P somehow spotted her, they probably would have been back together by the time it took P to get back the locker room lmao.

But wait, not even Tim and Katie went to watch her play her first game there?? Damn, BIG BIG SAD.

Like, the ex-wife reporter gal (I know her name but she doesn’t really exist in my mind you know hahah) got to witness P’s first game in person and Azzi didn’t??? I’m SICK. SICK, NIVI!

Drew asking if he should call Azzi really broke my fucking heart, Nivi. I can’t really blame him for having so much resentment towards Azzi; watching his sister, who he worships, break like that and never be quite the same again would make me resentful as hell too. Like, I too, would be telling Paige towards the Empire State.

Despite all that though, and maybe it’s my complete bias towards Azzi (it most definitely is), I’m still giving Azzi the benefit of the doubt about what all went down.

I think P said in a previous chapter that she knows Azzi had her reasons but wishes Azzi could have just looked past them. And so, I do feel like princess had valid reasons, albeit reasons they probably could have worked through, but still.

And then coming back to present day, omg, LET STEPHIE HAVER HER SODA!

But nah, Stephie turning to P and asking who could ever break P’s heart (broooo, that was just diabolical, like ok Stephie girl, CALL OUT YOUR MUM even though you have no idea it was her lol).

LOVE LOVE LOVE Azzi finally putting her foot down with the whole P constantly giving into Stephie and her whims and demands. I know P wants to be Stephie’s parent but she really gotta start acting a bit more like one ya know. I know that she’s probably scared to overstep boundaries and so it’s always easier to go down the “spoiling” route than the “discipline” route but girl please, just say no every once in a blue moon – it’s standard character building!

I’m just gonna ignore how it ended cause Stephie DOES NOT deserve that. Lil pookie just wanted a soda and instead she gets that?! UGH.

Random side note: they do be having A LOT of pizza in this fic!

What’s next?

I’m so excited for us to eventually get Azzi’s POV on the whole breakup! I think the part that interests me most, and maybe I’ve said it before and you’ve already touched on it before (so excuse my goldfish memory), is that they broke up.

Cause like I get Azzi maybe just not being ready for an engagement or marriage, but to break up? I mean, yes of course I also understand that Azzi not being ready to marry P and them being on different pages in that regard is enough grounds for a breakup but I also struggle to think that P wouldn’t have fought for them to still be together regardless? Like did it really have to be marriage or nothing? It's giving Rory and Logan (love me some Gilmore Girls and yes admittedly, I am team Logan) 😭😩 Idk am I even making sense, I’m just having a brain fart tbh lol.

Man, I’m so curious what Azzi does in that moment after overhearing the Liberty plan – does she just book it out of there and straight to Cancun with Stephie??? And like oof the Stephie/Paige angst we’re about to witness… but like I’m actually hella curious just how Stephie reacts to it – cause like she could just become extra clingy and be begging her Miss Buecks to stay or does she just go full on sour grapes mode and give P the biggest cold shoulder silent treatment ever. OMG is she about to go call Aunty Chérie again?

ALSO, this is all still before the season starts?? Bro that next training session boutta be TENSE. Jana and Tessa just be there side-eyeing lol.

I just need the pookies to make up you know. Like I know deep down Drew wants his pookie back, like come on Drew, GIVE IN!

P.S: Babes, if Dallas ends up with the no 1 pick, we might have to re-evaluate this whole fic! 🤪

Favourite line:

“Stephie, no” Azzi repeats, pinching the bridge of her nose as Drew and Paige exchange nervous glances. 

“Stephie, yes,” the little girl argues, stubbornly crossing her hands over her chest. 

^I just love bratty Stephie 😂

Anyway, thank you for feeding us angst fiends, but if you could please fix this ASAP (when you have time) and get back to some fluffity fluff fluff, that would be much appreciated!

P.P.S: I’m sooooo pumped for Azzi to come back – like Geno trying his hardest to not grin every time he gets asked about when she’s coming back, like OK GRANDPA we get it, you’re desperate to get her back on that court too. I’m watching you though – you are on notice! Those knees better be taken care off 😤 Also, UNC preparing for Azzi even though Grandpa’s already said she’s not playing – I LOLed but like so fair though cause I could actually see him contemplate putting Azzi even for 5 mins if we’re not doing too hot. But that ain’t gonna happen cause tbh UNC ain’t move me much and so I feel like we should win semi-comfortably but those were my famous last words too before the NC State game last year sooo 🫠

I just love college ball being back! I must admit I kinda love watching Notre Dame play (I hate that I do, I’m sorry!!) I’m really liking Liatu King!

Alright, I think that’s long enough omg lol.

Love ya, bestie. Take care always! 💗

-🙋‍♀️

OMG OMG OMG BESTIE I'VE MISSED YOUR REVIEWS SO MUCH I'M SO GLAD YOU HAD TIME TO DO ONE THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY TO SEE <3

I almost, almost did add in a line about Azzi being there but yeah, in the end I think it was also realistic for her not to be because seeing Paige would've been hard. But that doesn't mean she didn't watch the game on TV with shiny proud eyes every time Paige did Paige things on the court.

I love how people are in two camps of calling Azzi an opp or sticking to the well it's Azzi, princess obviously had her reasons lmao.

Yeah I think Paige is just so afraid of overstepping her boundaries and in way she kind of needs Azzi to give her permission to do that but if she wants that role, she's gotta take the curses with cuddles that comes with having children lmao.

LMFAO they do have a lot of Pizza lol. It's just easy to write in I guess for like what a child (and Paige) would definitely eat lol.

GILMORE GIRLS REFERENCE!! But babes for the first time in your life, you've lost me by being team Logan. TEAM JESS4LIFE!

Wouldn't it be funny is she brought up Clemence again?

Jana's about to be hella pissed at them I fear like how dare they...again.

Drew wouldn't be so mad at Azzi if he didn't miss her.

AZZI COMING BACK THIS WEDNESDAY BABES I'M CALLING IT!!! But fr grandpa be smiling so hard every time she's brought up like he's salivating for her comeback just as much as we are.

[iviarellereads]

A Wrinkle In Time, Chapter 3 - Mrs Which

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In which I can't quite relate to something, but feel the oof nonetheless.

In the forest evening was already beginning to fall, and they walked in silence. Charles and Fortinbras gamboled(1) on ahead. Calvin walked with Meg, his fingers barely touching her arm in a protective gesture.(2) This has been the most impossible, the most confusing afternoon of my life, she thought, yet I don't feel confused or upset anymore; I only feel happy. Why?(3)

Calvin says maybe they weren't meant to meet before, but now that they've met under the right circumstances, he knows they're going to be good friends. Meg agrees. It's the only time they talk on the whole walk back to the Murry house.

Mrs. Murry is cooking on one part of the lab while monitoring an experiment in another. She asks that they not tell the twins, who always worry the food will be chemical-laden by accident when she does this. Meg introduces Calvin and Mrs. Murry says there's plenty of stew for him to stay as well.

Calvin asks to call home, and Meg shows him the phone. He gets one of his siblings, and asks them to tell their mom he'll be home late and not to lock him out. When he gets off the phone he says how jealous he is of having Mrs. Murry as a mother, she's so beautiful and his mother is distinctly not.(4) Meg supposes she's been taking it for granted. Calvin is somber for only a moment before exclaiming again about how he's got a feeling good things are about to happen. He asks about a photo of her father, and Meg talks a little until Calvin asks where Mr. Murry is.

Meg feels defensive, but doesn't have time to say anything before her mother calls out to her to finish her homework. Calvin says he has some math to finish, and Mrs. Murry suggests he get Meg's help, even though he's a few grades ahead. Upon finding out that Calvin's teacher doesn't care how he arrives at the answer as long as he shows the work and understands how to get there, Meg is cross that her teacher still requires things to be done the long way 'round when she knows all the math secrets.(5) Mrs. Murry says Meg's handwriting is also atrocious, so her teachers might not even know what she's written to grade it correctly. Calvin tests Meg's knowledge base, and she's great on science and math but poor on geography and literature. Very uneven.

"She's a little one-sided, I grant you," Mrs. Murry said, "though I blame her father and myself for that. She still enjoys playing with her dolls' house, though." "Mother!" Meg shrieked in agony. "Oh, darling, I'm sorry," Mrs. Murry said swiftly. "But I'm sure Calvin understands what I mean."(6)

Calvin, for his part, just throws his arms open as if he wants to hug the whole house, and exclaims how marvelous it is to find himself in a place with people he can really talk to. Meg counters that he's popular and good at sports, but Calvin says that's all superficial. He's always got to hold part of himself back around other people, but he doesn't feel that way at all here.(7)

After supper, Charles insists that Calvin come read to him before bed, and the twins watch some TV, while Meg struggles to focus on her homework in the kitchen with Mrs. Murry. Meg asks if her mother is upset, and after a moment she admits that she is.

Again Mrs. Murry paused. She held her hands out and looked at them. [...] "I'm still quite a young woman, you know," she said finally, "though I realize that that's difficult for you children to conceive.(8) And I'm still very much in love with your father. I miss him quite dreadfully."

They discuss how all this seems to have something to do with Mr. Murry, but they can't quite see what. But, as Mrs. Murry says, not understanding something fully doesn't mean that an explanation doesn't exist. Like how Charles Wallace is different, they don't know how, but they know he is.

Calvin returns, having read to Charles from Genesis at the kiddo's request. Meg asks her mother about the tesseract, but Mrs. Murry puts her off again, saying there will be time later, and Meg should go for a walk with Calvin while Mrs. Murry herself puts the others to bed.

Outside, Calvin takes Meg's hand as easily as Charles ever did while they walk, and asks about why Mrs. Murry was upset. Meg says it was about her father. Calvin asks about him, quoting the town gossip mill. Meg gets defensive and tries to pull away, but Calvin keeps hold of her hand and asks her to tell him the truth of it, then. He knows no man would leave a woman like Mrs. Murry, so what did happen?

Mr. Murry is a physicist, with several PhDs. He was working on something classified that had him traveling a lot, so the family stayed in the old home and exchanged letters with him regularly. Only, one day, his letters stopped arriving. Mrs. Murry still writes him every day, but has become a laughingstock of the postmistress and the town for it.

Meg insists he can't be dead, because the government always sends you a telegram if someone's died, and they haven't done that. But, they also won't say what did happen. Her mother's even gone to Washington in purpose, to no avail.

Calvin sees Meg's distress and suggests that she might need to cry about it. Meg wants to be stronger, like her mother, but Calvin says Meg's a different person, and younger to boot. He gently takes off her glasses and wipes her tears with a handkerchief from his pocket, which undoes her. She sits, and she cries, and he pats her back.

When she's done, Meg says Calvin must hate her now, but he says she's the nicest thing that's happened to him in a very long time. She puts herself down, but Calvin compliments her eyes now that he can see them without her glasses.(9) Meg blushes, but they're promptly interrupted by Charles Wallace, who says, this is it, it's time to go. Go where? He thinks it's time to find Mr. Murry.

Soon, Mrs Who and Mrs Whatsit appear. Mrs Whatsit complains about the wind being difficult with all her layers of clothes, as one of her sheets gets caught in a tree. Mrs Who frees her, and makes fun of her. Mrs Whatsit complains that she's "a paltry few billion years--" something, but gets cut off by Mrs Which, whose Homestuckian tic(10) is some of her letters in the text being doubled as she tells them not to bicker.

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(1) To gambol is to skip and play friskily. A word practically made for six year olds and puppies. (2) You ever just meet someone and latch onto them as if you've known each other for years, because everything just feels right? Calvin might be 14 to Meg's 12, but I think he's going through it. (3) And Meg's feeling it too. (4) It's really weird how they keep focusing on how beautiful she is. Like, later this chapter she'll go into how she's still young and attractive enough that people are going to pressure her to remarry, but beauty is also being associated with intelligence, kindness, caring about your children, and generally being a good person, while being an unattractive mother also makes you less relatable, less individually-caring, less worthy of being in the story. It's weird. I've hated it since before I recognized what was going on or could put words to it. Calvin still loves his family because, especially in stories of the time, I'm pretty sure even if this weren't a bias of the author's, readers and publishers alike would've rejected a book where someone didn't love their family just because they share some DNA (I'm glad that's changing, though there's a long way to go yet the way some people act when it comes up), but he doesn't relate to them, he has nothing in common with them. In some ways he's even a narrative mirror to Meg: attractive with a terrible and ugly family, but good at everything he tries, while she's plain with a caring family and feels she fails everything she attempts. (5) A problem I also ran into. Circumstances changed when I was in high school, but in elementary and middle grades I was this kind of math prodigy and eternally frustrated by having to prove things by way of writing out long division or solve formulas one step at a time and such when I could just feel the answer in my head. Another reason these books were My Shit in the years before that millennial touchstone series blew up.

(6) I've always assumed that she was just referring to how, Meg is still her own age, she still does age-appropriate things too where she can, she's just also very good at retaining and understanding some kinds of knowledge. (7) I'm making no apologies for how this series is treating intelligence and beauty as somehow making people superior. Just, like, so we're clear. It IS weird, even if it's an era-expected weird and it's the kind of weird that makes one really happy to see how far we've come since this was standard. (8) Without giving my age away, I can say, I'm old enough that if a few choices had gone differently, it wouldn't be weird for me to say I was a grandparent. I'm probably older than the Murry parents, and still have so much life ahead of me. Now, I can't relate personally to having lost a spouse, as Mrs. Murry has here, but still being and feeling young even though the kids think you're a withered crone? Yeah that's the world's biggest mood. (9) 12 and 14 is just about right for starting to get crushes and fall in love. (10) I regret nothing about this comparison, and indeed invite folks to make comparisons between the texts in their heads, in the replies, or in their own posts where they tag me. :D

[stilllefttofind]

Finally finished Veilguard, massive spoilers below the cut

I feel bad how long it took me but the game literally makes me sick - All the little camera jars and movements and that stuff it does when you slide down a hill or go over an obstacle just make my motion-sickness prone self nauseous after a while. I sadly probably won't ever replay it even though I'd like to because OOF. I turned on all the accessibility stuff, turned off camera shake and motion blur and all that, had the dot on, turned graphics down to make sure there were no frame jumps since that can do it to me sometimes, and even got a mod to center Rook, but it still has all these little camera bits meant to add immersion or whatever that are just. I've never encountered a game that manages to replicate the way I felt on a tire swing as a child so perfectly. X_x;

I liked Origins and Inquisition more; Veilguard was very different. The combat system was actually probably the best for me although I think I would have hated being ranged or a mage, I played stabby rogue.

Solas was his usual duplicitous quadruple-crossing self-deluding self, which I enjoy. Mythal trying to take the blame at the end was a Choice but at least it did still maintain that yeah no Solas fucked up HARD too. I still love him, I've loved worse fuckups who've done worse things. I love that his motivation for doing all the awful shit he's done keeps being 'fuck I fucked up I have to fix it' but the fix is just constantly something that's going to make it fucking worse. At least he finally did take some responsibility and stop trying to 'fix' things in the end.

Also I scream-sobbed when my baby boy Alenden showed up to help try to talk him down and fucking *went with him* when he left oh my god this was made in a lab specifically for me ahhhhhh. THEM.

ELGAR'NAN. HI. YOU ARE HORRIBLE. YOU ARE AN OLD MAN. YOU ARE MINE NOW. The grandiosity. The way he keeps trying to get Rook on his side. The way he's so concerned about Ghilan'nain and so gentle with her. The way he goes absolutely batshit when she dies. That fucking voice. Ohhh, I love him, where's my evil ending where we join forces with him. And this line hello what even hi.

Twirling my hair.

Isabella's outfit was. Um. Yeah. Can we stop doing that already? It's like a generic orientalism bikini costume, on a woman of color, every time she was on screen I wanted to scream. Just. Why. Kill it with fire. Please.

My favorite companions were Davrin and Emmerich. I romanced Davrin, I couldn't help it.

While I love how warm and nurturing Davrin is allowed to be instead of just the usual stoic tropes, I do wish that they let his character separate from Assan a little more? Like obviously that is a big deal for his character but there were very few scenes with him that weren't also about or even focused on Assan. Still, I enjoyed every moment he was on the screen.

Emmerich also had someone he was responsible for, but not all of Emmerich's story was about Manfred, most of it was about Emmerich and his hangups about death. Even the important decision about Manfred was also about Emmerich. I brought Manfred back. Also loved when he paired up with Strife, yes, give me the old man yaoi.

Neve is very trope-y but hardboiled detective with a heart of gold who helps the downtrodden is a trope I enjoy so I enjoyed her.

Taash's nonbinary stuff was if a bit clumsily written still nice to see. I enjoyed them, though I didn't like that they're forced into a binary cultural representation. Why not honor *both*?

I saved Minrathous so Lucanis was gone for a while. He was fine. I'm still glaring at the Crows from Origins though lol.

Harding was enjoyable enough but just didn't grab me. I had her lead the distraction and I was sad when she died but I didn't immediately want to reset the game. ...Given Davrin was the other choice and NOPE he is not going to die on my playthrough.

Bellara... Had a lot of touching moments but also a lot of times where she felt like she was apologizing for being an elf, and DA as a whole treats the elves badly enough without having one apologize for existing. It got better and she got to be badass at the end after she got blighted, so there's that at least.

I didn't hate any of them, though, and I did all the quests for all of them.

Speaking of which, really, really do not like 'Yep all the elven gods were eeeeeeeevul lol'. Like there's room for *some* of them, most pantheons have at least one god that's bad or at least very antagonistic/someone to be cautious of, but *every single one*? Nope that sits really wrong do not like. We don't see most of them though so I guess we can HC what we like. But 'fixing it in HCs' doesn't excuse fucking it up in canon lol.

I also don't really like how they basically destroyed southern Thedas offscreen - The last letter from the Inquisitor is like 'yeah everything is gone but Skyhold and that's going soon' and like... It feels petty? Especially with how they brought basically nothing from Origins in and very little from Inquisition. No wonder Alenden leaves he's like 'nope I'm not fixing all this AGAIN bye'. /s Also Redcliffe is like the worst place in the world to live at this point lmao. Gets fucked in Origins, gets fucked in Inquistion, gets fucked in Veilguard, damn.

I want to know what the FUCK is up with the post-credits scene but I guess we'll never know.

Anyway Rook and Davrin get that future together and Alendan and Solas are reunited at last so yay.

[aprillikesthings]

YAY

Catra: "Oh, because he's going to swoop down and fix everything for you at any moment, right? You're lying to yourself now. Why would Horde Prime care about you?"

"Haven't you noticed? I'm running things here."

She kicks the blaster off his hand :D

"Now we can finally end this. I didn't need Entrapta. I didn't need Adora, or Scorpia. And I don't need you."

She yanks the little chip that Entrapta made out of his exoskeleton thing

And a piece of the building falls on top of him. (He's still alive, just pinned)

lol it's probably still literally hot and smoking from the fight that JUST HAPPENED

that's cool (if you don't think about the inevitable result lol)

O_O

uh oh

RUN FASTER

TOO LATE

okay but seriously that's gotta feel SO WEIRD

Mermista is mid-fight in Salineas and

nice

oh god it's too hard to get a screenshot but Sea Hawk gets LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

these two are also both suddenly HELLA OVERPOWERED

oh no Catra falls for it

Double Trouble (as Catra): "I knew this would get a rise out of you,"

"aren't you, kitten?"

I love it when other characters point that out ahahahahaha

OH SHIT IT'S THIS SCENE

Double Trouble: "but your heart's never been in it, has it?" Catra: "What--? What are you? Stop. Stop it."

Catra's voice is so small and wobbly

And then they turn into SHADOW WEAVER: "They didn't believe in you." As Hordak: "They didn't trust you." As Adora: "Didn't need you."

(the fucking fACE TOUCHING, Double Trouble pulls Catra's hand to their face, even; talk about knowing every single one of Catra's buttons to push--she's literally whimpering this WHOLE SCENE)

Catra yanks her hand back so hard she falls to sitting on the floor. Look at her FACE. D:

Back to themself as Double Trouble: "But did you ever stop to think maybe they're not the problem?" As Scorpia: "It's you. You drive them away, wildcat."

Yeah see if someone did this to me I would in fact want to die. Oof.

Double Trouble: "It's for your own good, darling."

UGGH THIS SCENE is such a huge part of Catra's arc, and it's SO well done, but also this is MY IDEA OF HELL to the point of being uncomfortable to watch. Like, I know I mentioned in a previous episode that Catra was realizing "I have everything I supposedly ever wanted but I'm absolutely fucking alone and miserable and I have nobody to blame but myself," but it's still a shitty, SHITTY experience to have someone else flat-out say it to your FACE.

"But it was also a good distraction. Your army was ambushed on their way to defenseless Bright Moon."

Catra: "You betrayed me." Double Trouble: "It's not personal, darling. You knew how this worked."

"The Rebels have some kind of ancient superweapon."

"and when they do...everything you've worked for will be destroyed. I'd really better be going before that happens."

poor bb ;_;

oh god that whole thing is just SO WELL DONE but also AHHHHH

*cries a little*

oh right she is also now super-powered

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT okay here we go

The next episode itself is a two-parter, and I think that rather than split them up I will just watch through, which might mean I have to reblog this post multiple times.

Finishing out season four!

s4, eps 12&13 Destiny

Usual reminder: this is a REwatch and there’s spoilers ahoy, I make a lot of bad jokes (some of which are Adult In Nature), I reference other cartoons, I make random asides.

(also, this time specifically, I had some alcohol)

Tbh? it's a lot like watching things like this with me in person aaahahaha I always want to pause and infodump shit -_-

lol Emily is destroying Shadow Weaver's garden

Emily acts like Mal the cat does sometimes. WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH you are not supposed to have that! Get out of there!

UGGGH

it's easy to forget how BIG Scorpia is??

LOLOL oh my god I went downstairs for like an hour and a half talking to my partners about the most random shit and then playing with the cat and also: I've had most of a can of wine.

One of these:

YEAH (that's a huge image)

so if these get weird: blame the wine I guess

oh also @corpseauthority and I picked out fake fur and minky fabric for the ears and tail of my Catra cosplay :D :D :D I'M SO EXCITED

OKAY BACK TO SHE-RA

the only thing better than Scorpia's "huh?" is Shadow Weaver's flat "what"

Shadow Weaver: no we need the other princesses Glimmer: well they're gone but-- Scorpia, Shadow Weaver, and Emily: WAIT, WHAT???

AND THEN

okay but is the guard telling you this Double Trouble

ROLL INTRO

that thing was not meant to hold four humans and a horse with wings

why are you SNIFFING HIM

Entrapta: "I don't know you" Micah: "Yes, you do. You stole my food." Entrapta: "OH YEAH! It was delicious :D"

oh god Adora's like "....but are you okay? we came here to find you 🥺"

and she's like YEAH I'M GREAT

"each more deadly than the next??? it's PARADISE"

I love her so much oh my godddd

Bow: "We're here to rescue you" Entrapta: "didn't I just rescue YOU?"

Bow mentions Hordak and Entrapta pulls her little new bug-eye mask down :(

Adora: so hey we uhhhhhhhh really need your help due to a terrible secret of the First Ones that nobody but us knows

"WHy didn't you say so???"

well that's a callback to s1 ep1

THERE SHE IS!! MY BABY 😍 I LOVE HER SO MUCH

nooo

anyway Kyle, Rogelio, and Lonnie come in and Catra's like OH UHHH so...what's happening

Lonnie: "we just got back from conquering another Rebel town" Kyle: ":D You should've seen us!! It was all:"

and then he kicks Scorpia's old locker, with the drawings on it, and Catra gets mad

Ironically the degree to which Catra is UPSET is making me ship them harder lol

bb you need a break you are getting feral

Man Lonnie has her number lol. "What is wrong with you? We're winning! Even you should be happy."

god I love when she's this deranged

she slams poor Lonnie against a locker

john cena dot gif

but also OH DO THEY REMIND YOU OF WHO YOU USED TO BE? HMM? what you really wanted??? what actually gave you something like joy or contentment????? are you trying to just erase any part of you capable of feeling good?????????

Kyle is RIGHT

The cinematic parallels between Catra and Glimmer in this episode ("forget my friends I'M IN CHARGE HERE and YOU NEED TO FOLLOW ORDERS") are *chef's kiss*

Catra realizing this isn't what she actually wants: part ....a lot

STOP REMINDING ME I HAVE FEELINGS!!

The other three leave, she yanks the drawings off Scorpia's old locker, then THUMPs her head on it. And then Double Trouble shows up!

okay wait tho the way she pauses and then thumps her head on it is so funny I wish I could gif it, it's so cat-like and also Very Emo

I don't think this is supposed to be funny but it IS and I cannot stop rewinding and laughing. I blame the wine.

THONK

help i've rewatched it like five times now

okay

lol right??

Me, when I was info-dumping my own fic at myself: is it weird to imagine these two banging??? Me now: nope

Double Trouble: "Apologies for the delay, kitten. I got ...held up...in Bright Moon"

Anyway they give a little speech about how the Princesses keep fighting and She-Ra is away

NO SHIT, SHERLOCK

(now THERE's an old fandom reference ahahaha)

"We can't let them return to the Fright Zone!" TOO FUCKING LATE

YOU STOLE HER GARNET YOU WOULD THINK SO

Anyway they argue about the possibility of Glimmer taking Scorpia back to the Fright Zone

GOD I HATE IT WHEN SHE'S RIGHT UGGGHHHH

lolol I am. like. less than ten minutes into the FIRST OF TWO EPISODES and i've hit the image limit.

[trailshome]

If its possible, five times hugged for child!mc and Galleon and Hollond ? 🥺👉👈

.//mwah~! Of course, anon!! <3

[Five Times Hugged] -- Featuring Galeon, Hollond, Child!MC

THE FIRST TIME -- You had no idea where you were or what was happening. The last few hours were a blur of colors, sounds, and smells -- all of which were foreign to you. It was, without exaggerating, a very distressing situation. So far you've spent your time just trying to understand but the more you tried the more confusing it all got and the more confusing it got the harder you cried. You just wanted to go home. You settle under the blankets of the unfamiliar bed, huffing and sighing as you fought back the heaving sobs that wanted to leave you. You wanted to go home so badly, you wanted Ingrid to read you stories and Yorick to take you bug hunting -- heck, you even missed Bryn! You hear the door to 'your' room creak open, tensing as someone quietly pads inside. "Are you alright?" A voice rumbles.

Peeking your watery eyes out from under the blanket you spot a man, Galeon, hovering just slightly over you. He looks worried, two arms crossed over his chest while his second pair (weird, right?) play idly with a loose string on his shirt. He pauses seeing your tears, his face falling from worry to sadness. "Hey, what's wrong?" He sits on the edge of 'your' bed, holding out two arms to you. An invite. You hesitate, debating whether you should just hide under the blanket again, but you wanted comfort from someone. You push past your blankets, gathering them around your shoulders and crawl into his arms. He's warm and he holds you tightly, running a hand down your back. You close your eyes for just a moment and when they open again, the sun has risen.

THE SECOND TIME -- A spattering of stars glitter above you. They span forever and twinkle like a billion blinking eyes, all looking at you. Hollond rests beside you, a spare blanket tucked around you as you lean into their side. They whisper stories into the air, pointing out unfamiliar constellations, and spinning tales. Ingrid tells good stories too. You miss her. You feel the blonde's arm gather you close when you shiver, their free hand weaving gentle magic into the air and into a recreation of a story. Did your mother ever tell you stories? A sadness creeps over you, on that is both familiar and new. Your companion doesn't have to say anything, but you know, unexplainably, that they feel your sadness as they drift into another story, a happier one, one that makes you dream of bright colors and laughter.

THE THIRD TIME -- The medicine is bitter and as thick as molassis -- you really don't want to swallow it, but Galeon is persistent. You tried to tell them that it was just a dry throat, but with each cup of water the ache only got worse and your temperature continued to spike. Finally fed up, Galeon tucked your feverish form into bed with a sharp look and Hollond began to prepare a spoon full of nasty, which you vowed not to swallow. Sadly, you think the duo caught onto your plan and you found yourself being tightly held by Hollond as Galeon pushed the spoon towards you. Ugh... It smelled awful! "I know it doesn't taste good, but you must take it." You fought, craning your head back until the blonde's shoulder impeded you and you were forced to begin leaning sideways. "It'll be quick and we can get something to take the taste away but you must--" The man was cut off as Hollond's thin fingers deftly pinched your skin, holding tight enough to startle you but not to hurt. You yelp in surprise and the man takes that moment to dump the spoonful of medicine into your mouth. You gag at the taste but swallow (by accident might you add). Hollond holds you tight with an apologetic frown, "You'll thank us when you feel better." Puh!

THE FOURTH TIME -- You had a nightmare. One that felt so real that when you woke in the dark of the night, you weren't sure if you were truly awake. Your first instinct was to hide away beneath your blanket, but your horrified mind decided that wasn't enough to keep the monsters away. With your blankets clutched around your shoulders, you brave the dim hallway of the strange duo's home until you come to the door of their room. You can hear Galeon's sharp snores even with the door closed but you know if you knock that Hollond will hear it. You wonder if the monsters will hear the sound but you push it down, try to be calm, and knock.

Soon enough, you hear the gentle padding of someone approaching and the door opens to reveal the blonde. Their hair is a braided mess and their blue skin imprinted with the shape of bunched up sheets, their odd eyes scan the hallways before landing abruptly on you. "huh?" they ask lamely, swaying for a moment as they open the door wider and let you in once they finally recognize the fear on your face. After that, it was a quick matter of pulling you into the impossibly high and impossibly soft bed -- Galeon barely stirred. Hollond doesn't ask what brought you to their room nor do they ask when you huddle close to Galeon and pull on their arm to bring them closer. You feel safe tucked between the two and when you wake the next morning, it's to Galeon holding the both of you close... and Hollond drooling.

THE FIFTH TIME -- It feels like forever since you've seen them. Sure, it's only been a few days but it's a few days too many. Finlay holds your hand as they lead you through the winding streets of the tree city and back to your home. Your new home where you parents are waiting for you, no doubt worried and distraught over your disappearance. You aren't sure when you began to call them your parents and you're doubly unsure how you now recognize their home, but you do. You see their small home with the carefully maintained garden with the crooked birdhouse -- you see them through the windows, walking, moving, existing.

You let go of the knight's hand and raise down the path to their front door, slamming your hands against the peeling green wood. It takes only a few moments for a familiar giant to ease the barrier open. His face pales for a moment, looking down at you on their front steps, then he steps forward to scoop you into his arms. He lets out a yell of triumph, almost like a war cry, that brings Hollond in from kitchen. You can just barely make them out from over your papa's broad shoulders as they nearly collapse in their haste to see you. You missed them. You missed their hugs, their stories, their presence. It's good to be home... with your parents.

[sleepysnk]

OOF OKAY, I GOT THIS IDEA FROM A FRIEND ON DISCORD. i hope you guys enjoy this horny piece of smut because it definitely made me feel some type of way 😏❤.

Sleepovers

Pairings: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, praising, voyeruism.

It was a usual Friday night for (Y/N) and her friend group.

They were having one of their annual sleepovers that took place almost every other weekend. Of course everyone now being in college, things like this were more common as there was no parental guidance involved. (Y/N) loved the idea of sleeping over with her friends and she always came whenever it was planned.

The friend group consisted of Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt, his girlfriend Annie, and Jean.

Jean had always had it out for (Y/N) ever since they met during her freshman year of college. He treated her differently from everyone else. (Y/N) couldn't lie and say she didn't have a crush on him, he was charming, tall, and such a huge flirt. He had everything she would have wanted in a guy.

He'd always throw a compliment her way or give her a sly smile that made her feel weak, Jean knew all the right things to do to make her feel special. He had a way with words that nobody else seemed to have.

(Y/N) always returned the favor, throwing a nice compliment his way or sending a cute flirt. Jean would always be absolutely surprised at her actions, he never took her as the type to flirt back. He always found himself winning during those flirts.

Sometimes their own friends would call them out on it, telling them to "get a room!" or "get together already!". Neither of them had the courage to confess any feelings because they were just too chicken shit for it.

The night started off fun, they picked Eren's place to spend the night which was decently cool. They all watched a movie, played games, had a bit of alcohol, and even built a pillow fort which was later destroyed by Connie and Sasha over a fight about snacks.

(Y/N) and Jean had their usual hinted comments thrown around. He didn't leave her side the whole night, he always found himself beside her or near her.

"Shit I am exhausted.." Eren said, yawning.

The night was finally dying down. Eren and Mikasa layed on the couches in the basement, Armin was already snoozing in his sleeping bag while Connie and Sasha were both knocked out. Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie were just laying down droopy eyed as the movie they watched played on the tv.

(Y/N) was next to Jean, both were wide awake.

Eren stood up, grabbing the remote from the table. "I'm hitting the hay, goodnight guys." he said, switching off the tv.

Darkness filled the room besides the small light coming from one of those scented wall plug-ins. The bathroom also had a small light which emitted from the darkness. (Y/N) heard shuffling, assuming it was Eren laying down on the couch.

The time on the small clock read 2:41 A.M.

(Y/N) tried her best to get comfortable, unlike everyone else she was struggling to fall asleep. She assumed it was because she had about three sodas and a ton of other sugar, her body was wide awake. She pulled the blanket over her body trying to at least get comfortable, but being on a floor was kind of an issue.

She opened one eye to look at the clock which now read 3:01 A.M.

She sighed, a whole 15 minutes had gone by and she still hadn't fallen asleep. She couldn't exactly go walk around Eren's place, that'd seem rude and she didn't want to wake anybody.

She shifted to the other side where Jean was, that's when her eyes were met with Jean's open ones. He was staring at the ceiling.

She blinked a bit, thinking he was sleeping with his eyes open until his gaze averted towards her.

"Can't sleep either huh..?" Jean asked, his voice low to prevent anyone from waking up.

A soft laugh came from her mouth. "No.. I blame it on all the sugar I had," she replied and looked at him.

A chuckle came from his throat. "You wanna get under the covers? We can talk until one of us falls asleep," he asked in a whisper.

She nodded and sat up, he pulled the blanket over their heads. (Y/N) used her phone flashlight to light up the blanket, her eyes squinted a bit from the bright light. Jean's hair was a bit messy from laying down, he still looked amazing.

A smile grew onto his lips seeing her. "You look pretty cute for being at a sleepover," he said, crossing his legs.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks. "Not at all.. I feel messy and tired yet I can't sleep," she said, laughing a bit.

Jean admired her features in the lighting, he fingers slightly ghosted over her cheek. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he touched her.

"You look adorable," Jean said, scooching his body closer towards hers. Their knees touched, making her skin tingle.

They sat there staring at each other for a few moments, suddenly they leaned into each other, their lips connecting into a warm passionate kiss. His tongue swiped along her bottom lip, asking for permission. She slightly moaned into the kiss, he took the opportunity to explore her mouth.

He cupped her cheek and brought her body closer to his. She felt heat forming in between her legs.

"You don't know what you do to me.." he whispered.

Anticipation bubbled in her stomach as he turned her flashlight off. She let out a shaky breath as her eyes closed, feeling his lips attack her neck. She felt his teeth grazing against the soft flesh of her neck, her breath hitched feeling him sucking her sweet spot.

"J-Jean.." she cried out, biting her lip trying to stay quiet.

He smirked against her skin. "Lay down for me (Y/N).." he whispered against her ear.

She lied down on her pillow, Jean's body spreading her legs apart. He put his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to engulf her into another kiss.

He began to kiss down her neck down towards her chest, then towards her belly. Goosebumps littered onto her skin feeling his wet lips against her skin, soft whimpers and moans escaped her lips.

Jean hooked his fingers around the hem of her shorts. "Can I?" he asked, raising his brows.

She couldn't faintly see the outline of his body in the darkness. "Yes.." she replied in a whisper.

He pulled her shorts down her legs, tossing them under the blanket next to them. She shuddered a bit as she felt the cooler air against her wet cunt. Jean maneuvered himself so he was now laying next to her with his head propped up by his arm.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers on her clit, he circled it slowly making her legs open a little wider for him. She felt jolts of pleasure shooting around her body, causing her to become a bit shaky.

They both stopped when they heard shifting coming a few feet away. Eren slightly groaned in his sleep. The two looked at each other before he continued to rub her clit.

"You gotta be quiet beautiful.. we don't need anyone hearing you," Jean whispered, nibbling at the shell of her ear. "But you're so wet.. is that what I do to you? I make your pussy soaked?"

She moved her hips upwards, biting her lip to prevent any moans from escaping her lips.

A low chuckle came from him. He slid one of his fingers into her hot core, a gasp escaped her lips feeling his finger inside of her. He covered her mouth instantly and looked around, making sure nobody got up.

He slowly pumped his finger into her, he felt the aching of his cock causing him to groan a bit as he fingered her. She dug her nails into the sheets below her, shaky breaths and small whimpers came from her mouth as he hit her g-spot.

"J-Jean.." she whimpered, moving her hips to feel more of his finger.

His finger stopped, causing her to look at him in annoyance.

"Be quiet.." he said, pressing his lips onto hers.

She moaned into the kiss when she felt two digits enter her again, the pace this time was a bit quicker.

Her velvety walls fluttered around his fingers, squelching noises came from her pussy from how wet she was.

"You're such a good girl (Y/N)... you take me so well," he whispered, his voice raspy and deep. "You want me to make you cum?"

She shook her head as she whimpered. "Y-Yes.." she replied.

He felt her walls tightening around his fingers, his pace quickened. He turned her head towards his, his eyes staring into hers.

The knot in her stomach came apart as her orgasm took over her body, she buried her face into his neck and let out a soft moan. Her legs felt shaky and her eyes saw white as she creamed around his fingers.

Jean removed his fingers which were coated in her slick arousal. He licked his fingers, savoring the taste.

"You're better than I ever imagined.." he said with a smirk on his face.

She panted a bit, pulling the covers over her body. "Jean.. will you.. cuddle up with me?" she asked, feeling heat rush onto her cheeks.

He smiled. "Of course.. who am I to deny you?" he replied and plopped down next to her.

He pulled her into his embrace, she felt exhausted after coming down from her high. Jean rubbed small circles into the flesh of her waist as he felt his eyes becoming droopy.

-

The next morning the two were awoken by everyone talking.

"I slept decent on the floor," Armin said and sat up.

Everyone's eyes averted towards (Y/N) and Jean who were cuddled up together, her head laying on his chest while his arms were wrapped around her waist.

Eren chuckled. "Well would you look at that? Look at that those two," he said and smirked.

"It was only a matter of time before this happened," Sasha said, yawning.

Eren laughed again before leaning back against the couch. "You should have heard them last night.. they had plenty of fun," he said as he remembered the events that occurred during the night.

(Y/N) sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Hmm?" she asked as she looked around at her friends.

"Oh nothing!" Eren replied, shaking his head.

Jean's eyes open, a slight blush formed onto his face seeing (Y/N) next to him this close.

"Ugh.. you guys are so loud," he said and groaned a bit.

Eren laughed again. "I'd like to say the same to you and (Y/N).." he said and grinned widely.

Their jaws dropped as Eren's words processed through their heads. "Ugh shit.." (Y/N) said as embarrassment rushed onto her face.

"Did you guys..?" Connie asked, furrowing his brows.

Jean snaked his arm around her waist. "None of your business," he replied.

"Look next time you guys wanna do the nasty just go upstairs," Eren said and rolled his eyes playfully.

Connie and Sasha bursted out laughing. "Ew! You guys did the nasty down here!?" Connie asked in between laughter.

(Y/N) covered her face with her hands. "Ugh Eren! You're an asshole," she said and shook her head.

"Connie stop acting like you didn't finger Sasha that one day.. I saw that," Jean said as a smirk formed onto his face.

The two both turned red. "U-Uh.. um.." Sasha said and looked away.

The conversation eventually ended and everyone went back to normal conversation. Jean and (Y/N) talked a bit longer.

"We should hangout later.. you know.. finish what we started," Jean whispered in her ear.

She smirked. "Most definitely.." she replied, kissing his cheek.

[faebriel]

hey bestie, thoughts on niki being the one to tell wilbur about new lmanburg and doomsday

INTRIGUING

quite frankly c!niki telling c!wilbur more about new l'manberg is something i hadn't given too much thought to as opposed to something like doomsday but i find the idea very interesting! esp in terms of like.....c!niki had her issues with nlm and even nipped off with c!fundy to go make dry waters at some point, i don't know how much fondness she would look back at those memories with in her grief and anger (also it's not really touched upon but she Hardcore Believed c!wilbur had just buggered off somewhere and Not Died until like...doomsday, yeah? it's definitely a time filtered through A Lot Of Issues for her. perhaps not to the extent that they were present around the nuke era but definitely taking form.)

whereas on c!wilbur's side the fact that nlm existed at all, had its little lanterns and docks and that it was rebuilt is something kind of amazing.

c!niki and c!wilbur have been having two entirely different conversations with each other ever since c!wilbur's exile back in manberg and it would be interesting to see that explored and addressed in this upcoming stream.

as for doomsday...................OOF it would be so feral. to be honest there are many diverging interpretations of doomsday and of course i have my own (l'manberg you will always be famous) so that skews my expectations and what i would like to see. i would like to see c!wilbur fight back against some of the arguments being put to him and although he has been on an increasingly cat-left-out-in-the-rain spiral for the last few streams having something like c!niki's murder attempt of c!tommy (something i lowkey can see her slipping up and mentioning if she got emotional enough) which was not even remotely his fault pinned on him as a kind of realisation moment that entirely too much is being put to his name. can't really become a better person when you're just accepting the crimes people claim you did and being blamed for so indirectly putting c!tommy in harm's way when he knows he has far more valid things to apologise to c!tommy for may be a turning point. also it is not great for his mental health to be doing this

admittedly this would not be as cool as involving c!dream in this discussion but well frankly c!niki is a shining star and watching her crash down to earth is very fun for me the c!niki enjoyer personally so i shan't complain

[lonely-lost-soul]

Where Loyalties Lie

(Technoblade X reader) 

Request 3: Can we get a little angsty fic or headcanon of Techno trying to get the reader to leave L’manberg?

Requested By: Anonymous

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     “Tubbo please take a deep breath,” You followed him around the rubble as he paced restlessly. 

     “I’m president of a crater (Y/n)!” The boy pulled on his ears with a loud whine, “What am I gonna do. I can’t believe Wilbur blew it up-” He felt your hands touch his own and gently pull them away from his oversensitive goat ears. “What am I gonna do? I-I’m a kid…” You frowned, moving to cup his cheek with your hand. He nuzzled into it desperately, welcoming the comforting touch of someone who he considered family. 

     “You’re going to get through it because you’re strong.” You told him, “and so brave little ram.” He flushed pink letting out a whine of protest especially because he was still surrounded by most of his friends. 

You watch as Quackity walked over to the both of you and placed his hand on Tubbo’s shoulder squeezing it, “We’ll rebuild. We’ll be right behind you Tubbo.” He smiled at the kid and you couldn’t help but smile over at him. 

     “Thank you both. Truly.” 

There was one thing that had you were worried you may come to regret, and that was not taking Technoblade’s hand as he fled from the country. You were close almost touching it, he looked like he wanted to beg for you too but one desperate cry from Tubbo had you pulling away. He looked heartbroken but at the same time, you saw understanding in his deep red eyes. 

Family came first. 

That day he pulled you close pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’ll be back for you.” 

You murmured a soft I’m sorry, turning to find Tubbo to make sure he wasn’t injured or dying. The thoughts of the festival replaying in your head, you couldn’t go through that...not again especially because now Tubbo was officially on his last life. Tommy couldn’t fathom how you didn’t blame Technoblade for what happened that day, but to you, two things were clear: one was that Tubbo didn’t blame him which made it easier on your end to forgive him; two Schlatt was manipulative and overwhelming as fuck you can’t blame someone for something they were peer pressured into doing. Speaking of Tommy you ended up finding Tubbo and him in the rubble that day, the taller male was pressing cloth to Tubbo’s bleeding arm desperately, when you took over and Tommy seemed grateful. 

However, you had to push your possible regrets aside and focus on the new nation you’d help build, and build it you did. You worked endlessly for months on end creating a lovely new nation for people to live in, Tubbo had dubbed it New L’manburg. You felt his pride and happiness, he just loved seeing everyone together again and happy once again. Finally, the server felt somewhat normal after all that destruction, even if there was a Techno-shaped hole in your heart. Things changed rather quickly when Tubbo was, in your eyes, manipulated to exile Tommy by Dream. You had tried to argue for the boy saying that not only was he Tubbo’s friend but just a kid. You were shut down harshly by not only Dream but Tubbo as well, the look in his eyes was filled with so much loathing and frustration. It’s the first time he ever snapped and was harsh to you, you felt your own frustration bubble up in your chest. You turned on your heel and marched back up into your house, you were not going to put up with this behavior. When you slammed the door shut, and turned around to find Technoblade standing in your living room,  with your cat purring fondly on his shoulders; you almost screamed.

     “Heh- why are you scared it’s just me?” The hybrid complained his nose scrunching up, “Don’t be cringe- oof-” Techno grunted as you threw your arms around his waist, the man flushed to the tips of his ears and looked away from you, Taffy hopped off his shoulders disgruntledly, “Yeah, yeah, I missed you too.” He pet the top of your head tenderly and you looked up at him with a smile. 

     “What’re you doing here Tech? If Tubbo finds out he’ll have your head.” 

     “Then I guess we’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t find me then huh?” He mused lips, quirking into a smile, and you nodded in agreement. “Other than that just running some errands. I’m in retirement now you know. I have to say that ‘New L’Manburg’ is certainly a name.” He did air quotes around the name and you nudged him, 

     “Be nice.”

     “Boo Cringe. I’m a Blood God starlight. I don’t do nice.” 

     “Bullshit,” You punched him in the arm, “Tea?” 

     “Please.” He cracked a smile as you walked over to your tea kettle heating the water and grabbing some tea bags. 

     “So, you came here to run some errands huh? I almost thought you missed me?” Technoblade shuffled a little behind you, how could you read him so perfectly? It was complete and utter bullshit. You heard him click his tongue distastefully behind you and you couldn’t help but smirk cheekily,

     “Get off my back woman.” He stated gruffly as you laughed, “but I guess I do miss you a little bit.” You smiled fondly and softly cooed at him and he let out another scoff, 

     “A little bit?”

     “What is this interrogation? You a cop now?” You placed his tea in front of him and he took a sip,

     “Yeah, we’re gonna need to do a strip search. Drop your pants.” Technoblade choked on his drink, face turning the darkest shade of red you’ve ever seen from him. You howled with laughter sliding down in your seat beside the man. 

     “I changed my mind. I didn’t miss you at all, you’re a terror.”

     “You love me, admit it.”

     “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He murmured looking at you with a sudden softness that was out of character for him. You didn’t notice the change but it was there, oh if only you knew how much of what you said was true. He did love you. He ran his tongue across his teeth and reached out to interlock your hands within his own. 

     “Come live with me.” 

     “Tech…”

     “I’m in retirement now. I’m going to get some turtles hopefully, maybe some other pets while I’m at it. There’s a lot of room...It gets lonely all alone you know. It’d be nice to have you there with me.” He watched hesitance flicker across your face again just like the day Wilbur blew up L’Manburg. Your thoughts went to Tubbo and how much he needed you, especially now that Tommy was exiled. However, you were also brought back to a few moments ago where Tubbo snapped at you for trying to help. You took a ragged breath and pushed his hand away, he frowned sadly bringing his hand back down to his lap. 

     “I need to be here for Tubbo. He’s a kid Tech...way over his head. Dreams sniffing around him like a dog looking for his next victim to manipulate. I can’t let that happen, not to him. I know he’s President of this nation and you hate him for that, but he’s my brother and I love him. He’s a tough kid with a lot of fire, but I can’t just leave him in the dust. I love you,” You reached up and cupped his cheek and Technoblade felt his cheeks burn at the implication, “but I can’t leave until Tubbo is safe.” 

     “I’ll convince you one day.” Technoblade shot back even though his heart ached, that you wouldn’t be coming home with him. But Technoblade wasn’t known for giving up. He was stubborn as hell, he’d win you over yet. You’d come home with him, he’d confess to you and he’d make you the happiest person in the world. You just...didn’t know it yet. 

     “I’m excited for the day you do Tech.” You snickered softly, you both were startled by harsh knocking on the door.

     “That’s my cue. See you soon Starlight,” Technoblade hummed slipping right out the window, you watched him go longingly. You shuffled towards the door and opened it slowly, on the front steps stood Tubbo who was rocking nervously on his feet. 

     “Hi…” 

     “Hey LR...you okay?” Tilting your head to the side,

     “Is LR supposed to stand for little ram?”

     “Problem?”

     “No…I suppose not.” He murmured before clearing his throat and straightening his back, “I wanted to talk with you.” 

     “Oh?” You raised an eyebrow watching him nod his head sternly, you walked outside and closed the door behind you so you could lean on it. “Shoot,”

You watched as Tubbo swallowed thickly, “First off I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. It wasn’t fair of me to snap.” He watched you nod a little urging him to continue, “however, I am the President now and you have to respect my authority.” Eyebrows furrowing together in frustration you opened your mouth to counter him but he held up his hand, “Dream has an idea of how to rule. He can steer me in a better direction-”

     “Pardon me?” You let out a disbelieving laugh, “A better direction? Tubbo, are you forgetting everything we all fought for, we fought him for independence. He killed us!” 

     “He might’ve changed!”

     “He exiled Tommy!” 

     “He deserved it!” Tubbo shouted back as your nose scrunched up, “He’ll steer me in a direction that you never could!” He snapped before realizing what he said, he slapped his hands over his mouth eyes widening to the size of saucers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that-” 

     “Go home Tubbo.” 

     “(Y/n) please,” He reached out towards you and you held up your hand, 

     “Go reset the day. You need rest,” You frowned, turning back into the house “see you tomorrow.” Inside the house you shut the door on him and slid down onto the floor, you brought your hands to your mouth and swallowed thickly. A part of you wished Technoblade was still here just so he could tell you to get over yourself, he wasn’t skilled in the art of comforting others, but he could make you laugh. To keep yourself sane you reminded yourself that Tubbo was a child and needed you now more than ever, especially if he thought Dream was dishing out good advice. But you were hurt and a selfish part of you wished you could just go live in retirement with Technoblade and not worry about the new country forming, but you couldn’t ditch Tubbo. 

Running a hand through your hair you sighed loudly, one might wonder what exactly could Tubbo do to make you listen to Technoblade’s offer. Honestly, you had no idea if anything would make you do that unless of course they just started executing people or something ridiculous like that. 

Restless was how you’d describe the rest of your night, you tried to sleep but after a few hours of tossing and turning you gave up. You decided to make yourself a ‘healthy’ midnight snack, a small bowl of mac & cheese, you didn’t care, you were sad. You sighed softly scratching behind your cat’s ears, “It’s just you and me against the world Taffy isn’t it?” Her purrs rang in the air as she snuggled against your hand, distracting you just enough to swipe a noddle from your bowl. “You fat bitch!” You hissed as she ran off back up the stairs, you leaned back in your chair and sighed, literally nothing was going your way today. Just as you finished up your snack you heard a soft ping upon your window, turning to the sound you noticed your neighbor Phil awake in his house. He held up a hand and waved at you through it, and with a small smile, you waved back. He shuffled back into his home, I guess you both were insomniacs together, Techno knew how to pick a certain type of friend it seemed. 

You walked back up to your bedroom and slid under the covers once more, maybe you were wrong and things were going to get better. 

Months went by and nothing seemed to change much to your disappointment. Tubbo and you were still a little rocky, you had forgiven him for his harsh words but he always put Dream’s and even Quackity’s opinion before your own. When you came back from visiting Niki one day and saw wanted posters of Technoblade all around the country you almost had a stroke. You confronted Tubbo about it and only half answered you before running off when Quackity called him. That worried you, he normally didn’t like lying, especially not to you. 

The same day you were walking into the market to get some fresh fruit when a hand shot out from the wanted poster and pulled you behind it. You were held flush against someone’s chest who chuckled gruffly, you recognized that chuckle anywhere. “Techno! What’re you doing here?” You asked looking up at him with eyes filled with concern, “don’t you know you’re a wanted man?”

     “I think that just makes this all the more exciting.” Techno mused running his fingers through your hair, “Plus it’s not like anyone here can catch me.” 

     “Wrong I could catch you.” He dared to laugh in your face, 

     “Sure you could, and I’m half sheep.” Technoblade mused and he watched you huff cutely, “Don’t get all huffy at me you know I’m right.” You only waved him off, “seriously though I’m here to do some trading with Phil.”

     “Oh…” You gave a nod, “Will I see you more frequently then?”

     “You could see me all the time if you moved in with me.” Techno joked again and was surprised to see your face fall a little. Are you serious? Was he getting you to crack? “Starlight?” 

     “Ask me again in a few months and I might say yes,” You teased brushing the question off swiftly, Technoblade didn’t pry but he could tell you were almost convinced. Just what was going on in this country to make you want to leave your little brother? “Now shoo, go see Phil before he gives up on you.” You gave him a little shove and he stumbled off with a huff sticking his tongue out at you in the process. 

After that encounter, you didn’t run into Technoblade for another very long stretch of time. About a month or so after that encounter, Tubbo had shown up at your doorstep a complete nervous wreck. He begged you to help him, claiming he needed diamonds for an upcoming project and wanted you to acquire them for him. “Tubbo I don’t understand why I need to go on this trip? I have diamonds I can just give you. You know I don’t care.” 

     “But I feel bad about it,” Tubbo argued with you “please just do this for me.”

     “You know I’ll do anything for you. If you want me to get them this way I’ll do it. I should be back tonight is that okay? Do you need them sooner?” Tubbo looked relieved as he took your hands in his own, 

     “No tonight is perfect!” The boy chirped sounding more like himself than he has in months, you couldn’t help but smile. You ruffled his hair a little before kissing his forehead, 

     “Then tonight you shall have them, Little Ram.” 

Tubbo helped you gather the materials you needed for a trip down into the mines, Tubbo even gave you some fire resistance potions. You thanked him for the potions before putting on your armor and heading down into the tunnels. As you were down in the mine the concept of time was always an illusion, so when you finally found diamonds for Tubbo and you left the cave you were surprised to see the sun was just setting. You hummed softly to yourself walking back into New L’manburg excited to show off to Tubbo you couldn’t help but wonder what he needed them for in the first place. However, when you entered town you were greeted by a gathering going on at the center. Everyone seemed to be there clad in what looked to be butcher’s outfits, your vibe was immediately thrown off eyebrows furrowing in concern. Quackity was giving some sort of speech and that finally drew your eyes towards the podium, locked inside a cage was a fuming Technoblade. You rushed towards the group, pushing past Ghostbur and a blue sheep, and grabbed tightly onto Tubbo’s arm. 

     “Tubbo what the fuck is happening?” He tensed turning towards your face. It was no secret that you and Techno were friends, this wasn’t good at all.

     “(Y/n)! You’re back early!” He spoke nervously rubbing his hands together as Quackity turned towards you, 

     “Welcome back!” Quackity hopped off the podium with a smirk, “Fundy grab them.” 

     “Quackity hey wait a minute-” Tubbo started as Fundy roughly grabbed onto your arms pinning you in place, 

     “Ow hey! Watch it! Let go of me!”

     “Get your hands off them!” Technoblade snarled nostrils flaring grabbing the bars of the cage tightly. 

     “Quackity you said we’d leave them out of this!” Tubbo argued and your jaw dropped staring at Tubbo, “You promised!” 

He waved Tubbo off with a scoff, “they’re just as bad as Phil, Tubbo. She needs to be punished. We can't play favorites when trying to run a country. We’ll execute Techno then deal with the other traitors.”

     “Execute?” You choked, “you can’t be serious! Tubbo you cannot be serious, since when are you okay with public executions?” He refused to look at you, his hair covering his eyes, he only nodded his head in Quackity’s direction. 

     “Do it.” 

     “Tubbo!” You shrieked watching Quackity grin maliciously, moving over to pull the lever that would allow the anvil to fall and crush the man below it. 

What happened next was a cluster fuck, someone began trying to set off TNT, and Quackity pulled the lever. It fell rapidly towards Techno and he pulled something out of his pocket, in a flash of bright colors and bursts of light Technoblade was ripped apart and pulled back together again. He was alive, Technoblade really doesn’t ever die. He hopped on top of the anvil and jumped the bars of the cage, Fundy had long since lost his grip on you, he noticed Dream ushering him inside a cavern and he paused a moment. The hybrid turned towards you holding out his hand one final time, the world seemed to stop a moment and it was just you and him. His face held a desperate look in it, almost pleading you to take his hand within your own. You flashed back to the day Wilbur blew the country up, Tubbo called your name you glanced over your shoulder once towards Little Ram. You reached into your bag and dropped the diamonds you found for him on the ground, you grabbed Technoblade’s hand and squeezed it tightly. Technoblade smiled and yanked you forward, leaving a heartbroken Tubbo in your wake.

[noco7]

Do you think the love triangle was forced?

I like how you say "the love triangle." I know you mean Gwen-Duncan-Courtney but like. There was a Cody-Gwen-Trent triangle before them, and an Ella-Dave-Sky love triangle afterwards. They are not the only TD love triangle out there.

I'm going to be honest, I don't personally care about the Gwen-Duncan-Courtney love triangle. I don't get the outrage. So many people see it as the end of the glorious D*ncney empire, but that relationship was crumbling before Gwen got there. I also don't care much for Gwen or Duncan as chacters 💀 Courtney all the way, and Evil!Courtney is Best!Courtney, so the love triangle did not destroy my favorite character lmao. Sorry for the rest of y'all though.

And yeah. It was forced. I think everyone believes that, and I kinda doubt you anon - that you asked this question in good faith. You just wanted to see me rant, didn't you?

And I'm gonna do it, cuz I love ranting. Yes, The Love Triangle was forced. And that's the biggest problem with it, imo. Not the result. Not Gwuncan. But all the steps it took to get there.

It's no question that Gwen and Duncan's like for each other was a little.... abrupt. They are alike, and I could even argue that they WOULD make a decent couple, but Fresh wasn't interested in writing a decent couple, and I'll touch more on that later. They were interested in the drama. So suddenly, Gwen starts missing Duncan. Suddenly, Duncan kisses her. And huzzah, one of the most controversial moments in TD History.

After all what's more soap opera than the girl's boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend? And to get to that scene, S2 and S3 were made a fuckton worse.

The thing about Gwuncan is not just that it's poorly written. It's because the writers had to demolish Gwent and Duncney to get there. And instead of putting down Gwent with grace and dignity, or having their relationship generally peter out, the writers just machet-ed it. And in the fandom's eyes, that's *Gwuncan's* fault.

In the real world you can't blame your bad breakup on the next guy your girl gets with. But this isn't the real word, this is writing. And word on the street is that TD had to fuck up Gwent so that they could get Gwuncan. So now Gwuncan represents the downfall of Gwent.

Duncney, on the other hand, was just... they needed to make the relationship worse in Action, obviously. But how they went about it (even I though I enjoy evil Courtney), did a disservice to her character arc in Island. There's nothing wrong with characters regressing, or making a dark turn, but like. You need to have a reason.

A lot of people say that reason was her anger on being rigged out. And she's right to be angry about it. But how is it Duncan's fault? (I actually have a figured out a way that makes sense but like, TD didn't. And we're examining THEM.)

So now Duncney sucks, so Duncan has a "reason," to cheat on her.

Great. So that's why S2 sucks. What about S3?

I See London. As a Noah stan, this episode doesn't hurt me, and it never did. But as a *writer*? Oof. Some of the worst slop I've seen.

I See London is completely built for the Gwuncan moment, and it's so fucking obvious. Gwen and Courtney building a friendship? It's just to make the betrayal all the harder. Duncan somehow being in London, despite being dropped off in Egypt? Yeah, just for Gwuncan. Gwen helping KIDNAP him? Which is OOC for several reasons.... Just for Gwuncan. Even Noah's elimination could be tied to Gwuncan if you tried hard enough.

Gwuncan, as a writing moment, was the root of all evil. Lmao.

But Gwuncan as a ship? I'm going to be honest, I don't think the love triangle was to set up Gwuncan. Which doesn't make sense, but here me out. Sure Gwuncan happens as a result, but the focus is less on their relationship and more about how it affects Courtney. When it comes time to eliminate either Courtney and Gwen, they make up a fake reason to have a tie. (Cody would have voted for Courtney if he didn't have some random injury.) And then Gwen couldn't just lose, but had to have a random allergy? Like the elimination is so stupid, I can't.

But wow, one half of the ship is now gone. Their relationship lasted FOUR episodes! Four! Two long-standing fan beloved ships that spanned entire seasons, are now destroyed for ... four episodes? Why?

And then they make an episode where DUNCNEY get paired together in a WEDDING THEMED CHALLENGE? Bruh. Like I'm actually sad for Gwuncan, as a ship they were disrespected so bad. The show constantly put focus on Duncney, it's so clear that the writers wanted to talk about Duncney, and that Gwuncan was just a cool conflict they thought of.

It's honestly sad, and my deepest condolences for Gwuncan fans, and any Gwuncan fan who still ships Gwuncan and believes in them - y'all the strongest soldiers.

If TD had truly wanted to make Gwuncan a thing, yeah breaking up Gwent and Duncney was necessary (and perhaps they should have ended Duncney earlier and not just Then), but they should have written Gwuncan as two people fleeing terrible relationships. Let them have the audience's sympathy. And then have Courtney be eliminated instead, and show us how good Gwuncan could really be.

The fact that in All Stars they immediately ditched the Gwuncan idea is either proof they never wanted that ship, or that the audience hated the ship so bad that getting rid of it felt like the only option. Cowards. Should have just taken it as a challenge to prove how good it truly was. That's what I would have done. (That's why i write noco)

Tl;dr. Gwuncan's cheating moment was Cool Drama, Fresh wanted to cash in on that, played the long game and destroyed their savings in the process. But they did get what they wanted! But a cool moment is just that, a moment. And Fresh doesn't even like Gwuncan.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Supernova (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mental health issues and episodes.

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: As the daughter of Wonder Woman, you always knew you were destined for something more than the life of a mortal. It seemed like your wish for a life of adventure came true but whether in the form of a blessing or curse, you didn’t know. All you know is that you were the sole witness for a chain of murders that would begin. It’s up to you to find out who was the murderer before it’s too late……

A/N: Oof it has been a while since the last update

Supernova Masterlist

“I told you specifically that you were not to get involved! And you deliberately disobeyed me!” Your mother scolded but her voice was getting a decibel louder each time. You looked unfazed and unbothered, not even trying to maintain eye-contact while receiving your mother’s disappointment and instead staring out the window.

It was not what you had wanted to hear at the moment if you were being honest. The past few days had been hard and you even missed training since Valerie’s death. Robin had been by your room multiple times trying to get you out of bed but you just remained there. Not living, not dying, just existing.

Your mother’s comfort might have done nothing to change the way you downward spiraled after the events and while your mother yelled at you, the same images kept replaying in your head as they did for the past few days; Robin ripping you away from her body as the police and press showed up, Valerie’s parents finding out what happened and then watching her mother break down in front of her daughter, Valerie’s little sister wailing during the funeral.

You didn’t leave the bed after that, still dressed in the black blazer and trousers you had worn that day. It had been a couple days. You had managed to swallow down Robin’s green smoothies and even a couple slices of fruit but you didn’t quite remember what it was. They all tasted bland and disgusting.

Your mother had found out about your identity through the multiple press reports and articles and while you were sorry that she had to find out that way, you didn’t have the capacity to show it. The last thing you had was the energy to fight with her, or even resist her.

So instead, you just listened to whatever she had to say, hoping that she’d leave sooner or later but the more you felt your head throb, the more frustrated you got. This was just so typical of her, of course the unstoppable, fearless, undefeatable Wonder Woman would have no idea what you were going through. And instead of asking you for your two cents, instead of comforting you, she had been trying to imprint her anxieties onto you.

Had she even thought how hard this must have been for you? For even a second? You couldn’t imagine it because if she had thought about you for even a moment, she would’ve realized that you literally saw your best friend murdered before your eyes. She would’ve realized that you were feeling like you didn’t deserve to live on the face of the earth. And she would’ve tried to comfort you.

Instead, she stormed into your room, tossing her phone with the news article on the bed before beginning her lecture and now fifteen minutes later she had yet to ask you if you were okay.

Her argument was stupid as well. You didn’t ask for any of this to happen to you; you were hardly responsible and yet no matter how hard you tried to avoid the matter, it kept pulling you back in. You couldn’t deal with this like a human, no matter how much your mother wanted you to, because you knew that you were more than that and you could have done something. It left you feeling guilty.

But at the same time, you couldn’t handle this as a god because you weren’t. You kept thinking about how you ended up coming short in each fight; had you been blessed with just a little more, had you not been part human then you wouldn’t have gotten injured the night Mary-Anne got captured and you would’ve saved her. If you weren’t limited, you would’ve been faster the day Valerie was killed, you would’ve reached her before it happened, you would’ve stopped it.

You were truly useless, but you didn’t have the excuse to be.

That made you feel absolutely worthless. Even after being blessed with so much, you still came up short. You still failed.

And who was to blame for that? The cruel fate that had you in the position you were today.

“If you weren’t my daughter—” Your mother muttered to herself in her anger, realizing that you weren’t reacting to anything she said but you caught the start of her sentence, cutting her off with a humorless and tired laugh.

“If I wasn’t your daughter,” You finally looked at her and you saw her features morph into one of worry when she finally noticed all the tears that were skating down your cheeks, “I wouldn’t be here.”

“Three people are dead, mom.” You cried, voice cracking but she stood there as if she was nailed to her place, “And I only have myself to blame. If I had been faster, stronger, if I didn’t have these human side to me, they wouldn’t be.”

“I can’t live like a god because I’m not competent enough, not gifted enough.” You sobbed, wiping away your tears and holding a hand up when she tried to approach you. You were too overwhelmed at the moment, too much input was there and it was overloading all your senses, “And I can’t live like a human because if I was this wouldn’t be happening to me.”

“If I wasn’t your daughter,” You spoke and it scared her with just how much malice you put into it, like you were disgusted with yourself for being her child and in a way, you were, how could you be Wonder Woman’s daughter and still be so weak?

“Those people wouldn’t have died when I was there to do something about it. Mary-Anne would have been gone without me knowing, my principal wouldn’t have been a casualty and I would’ve gotten Achilles’ tarot.” It was like you had given up. So many emotions were rushing through you that you couldn’t understand what was pushing you anymore, if there was anything there.

You weren’t ready just yet to give up on being a hero, not after another death. You wanted to help, you couldn’t continue to be useless and yet it felt like you were burning the candle at both ends.

“Please just go. I don’t expect Wonder Woman to understand what it’s like to be caught between paradise and hell.” You said, laying down once again and pulling the covers over your head, “Just go.”

You heard the door open and click shut before you were bathed in silence and darkness once again. For a minute it felt peaceful and you let the minutes bleed into hours without realizing just how much time passed as you were curled up in the hollow of your blankets.

You heard the door click open but didn’t bother to rear your head from your shelter until you felt someone poke you in the back. When you turned, Robin was standing with a tray in his hands and a reassuring smile on his face, “I got you something to drink.”

He didn’t ruin the silence that you had been yearning for, in fact the sound of his voice was sweet to the ears. This was what you needed.

Shifting slightly, you patted the empty spot next to you and when he settled comfortably beside you, it wasn’t suffocating or difficult like how you felt with your mother. Robin handed you the glass of fruit cocktail smoothie and you accepted, sipping the drink quietly and enjoying the chill slipping down your throat.

This wasn’t uncommon. Ever since you both started training together, you often found yourself searching for him when you needed comfort, since Robin was the one you had gotten closest to during your stay here. Now, with just an inch of distance between you, you were feeding off his energy and it was putting you at ease.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he didn’t flinch, having been used to it by now but the first time you had even held his hand, the poor boy had jumped out his skin. You just needed the physical touch to put you in balance for a while and recharge, he realized that a while ago. Robin even felt better himself whenever you played with his fingers, specifically taking off his gloves to feel his skin or leaned against his back after a long day of training.

It felt so intimate but not romantic. He just felt needed and supportive whenever you relied on him this way, delicately threading your fingers together and sitting in the silence of your room. He didn’t even have to look at you, just feeling his presence beside you was okay.

The sound of you finished the drink through the straw filled his ears before he realized he should speak up.

“(Y/N).” He said gently and you didn’t lift your head, just humming to show that you had heard him, “They’re interrogating her murderer today.”

He would’ve thought that you were unshaken by the news had he not felt your hands tighten its grip on his. You just nodded, burying your head closer to his neck, wishing the ground would just suck you in. He didn’t say anything else, gently drumming the fingers that were set on his thigh.

***

Your hands clenched into fists as you gazed at the figure behind the one-way window. She looked too simple, too mundane to be a murderer but you knew she was the one responsible for Valerie’s death. Afterall, you had been the one to catch her red-handed.

Messy red hair was thrown into a bun, her unkempt strands and frizz making her look like she hadn’t slept in days and you were part to blame for that. Her lip was still split from where you punched her, your knuckles pricked at the sight, eager for more.

Looking at her, you couldn’t imagine how she was responsible for this, a frail looking woman who looked like she couldn’t even hurt a fly. Her name was Thelma, at least that’s what it says on her identity card. Thelma had been denying that as her name since the interrogation had begun.

Going through her file, she looked just as you had assumed; ordinary.

Batman hadn’t gotten a word out of her, she had refused to co-operate with the interrogation at all, pretending not to hear his questions, going as far as to even deny committing the crime at all. That part made you clench your jaw so tight you could’ve sworn your teeth could crack. She knew she had the advantage here.

As per the rules from the UN, you weren’t allowed to use the lasso of Hestia without her consent to assist the interrogation as it violates their right to remain silent. Watching her blatantly deny the crime that you knew she had committed had your blood boiling in your veins. If only you could wrap Hestia’s rope around her throat.

You growled as Batman tried to intimidate her but it was in vain before grabbing the lasso from your mother’s waist and stomping to the door.

“(Y/N)!” She warned, as if daring you to defy her again.

You didn’t even spare her a glance before throwing the door open and stepping inside. Batman stalked up to you quickly, leaning in with a cold fury but you didn’t back down, holding his stare. You couldn’t just stand back anymore, the feeling of knowing that you could have done something but didn’t was too much for you to take anymore.

“Give me a chance.” You murmured, “I won’t go against protocol. You have my word.”

His gaze hardened for a second before giving you a curt nod and moving to the corner of the room. He didn’t trust you not to lose your temper, not just yet and you were more than determined to prove one of the big three that you could handle yourself. Although the urge to slap the condescending look off her face was getting more tempting.

You fastened the rope to your belt before stepping in front of the table, resting your hands against it in a self-satisfying way that you saw in movie before finally looking Valerie’s murderer in the eye. Haggard green eyes behind thick lenses and wrinkles running deep into her pale skin. She looked pathetic. That made you feel both frustrated and proud.

“Your name is Paris,” You bit out with such venom, making sure to keep your voice loud enough for the members behind the glass to hear you clearly, “Isn’t it?”

She smirked and her eyes flashed with some pride that had you resisting the urge to throw her across the room. It would be so easy to snap her neck right then and there, to make her pay for what she did to your dear friend but you controlled yourself.

“Finally, someone with a brain.”

You mirrored her smirk, feeling your spine straightened with a little confidence, your hunch had been right, “How couldn’t I have known The Great Paris? The brave soldier who slayed Mighty Achilles.” You purred, taking your eyes off her and glancing at the glass. You were keeping your tone even, your gaze steady to show your mother but you were comforted knowing that Robin was behind it.

“The brave, skilled, mighty Trojan Prince Paris. Made a name for himself by being the best of his kind. Only a mortal but still managed to take down a divine god.” You droned, noticing how she began beaming at your words. You turned back to her and even though it was just a moment, they had seen something change in your eye. Your glare turned dark and you smirked.

“Only we both know one thing; your name isn’t Paris.” Her smile vanished and you took a step closer, sitting right across her to look her in the eye. “Tell me if this sounds familiar, hmm? A lonely, old woman living all alone. She’s at a dead-end job. She has no family, no friends, no light in her life.”

The way you spoke had your mother on edge. Every single word that came out of your mouth was like hitting a nail on the head. It was unlike anyone had ever seen before.

Robin clutched his cape nervously in his hands as he watched you interrogate Thelma with something settling in the pit of his stomach. He had seen that look before, the very same dark glare on his father and now it scared him that it was almost identical on you. He couldn’t let you turn out as his dad, he just couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

“And then finally she gets something in her life. A chance at hope. A chance at purpose. Something to finally make her believe that her life is worth living. Sound familiar? I bet it does, Thelma.” You hissed, “Because that pathetic woman was you, wasn’t it? You thought that if you killed Achilles you’d be rewarded, worshipped even. And finally, your miserable little life would have some meaning. Didn’t you?”

The look of fear in her eyes fed your hunger for a while. She was shaking her head feebly, looking at the ground since she couldn’t hold your gaze and you could only get angrier. Where was the pride and arrogance that she was showing earlier? Where was the crazed look in her eye as she murdered your best friend in cold blood?

“Only you were stupid,” You spat, “You were careless and you got caught. And suddenly, you weren’t the Mighty Paris that defeated Achilles. No, you were pathetic, irrelevant little Thelma who killed an underaged, unprotected girl in the locker room of her high school. I saw it all. You’re despicable.”

Robin watched your eyes swirl with a darkness he had never seen before. You were always trying to fight against your demons that were pulling you into the deepest recesses of your mind but now it was like you had finally surrendered to it. It was scary to watch such a pure person slowly get corrupted and Robin felt his resolve harden a little. He wouldn’t let you end up like the Dark Knight.

He had known Wonder Woman for most of his life and it was always your mother’s unconditional love and hope for the human race that made her what she stood as today. You always wanted to be like your mother, in body and mind. Now it felt like you were throwing away all those principles. Now it was to protect your own, and no one else.

If there was anything he could do to prevent you from going down that path he would, he realized when he saw the manic look in your eye. You were so close to being lost. Robin spared a glance at your mother, seeing her stand steady and tall. You were teetering over the edge at the moment and if your mother pushed just a little in the wrong way, you could possibly be lost to the rest of them. He wouldn’t let it come to that.

The darkness storming in your eyes suddenly ceased. Your features went slack in a terrifying way as you leaned towards the shivering woman in front of you as your fingers went white around the edges of the table.

“You took something very precious from me,” It was like poison was dripping from your tongue and you kept your voice low enough so only the both of you would know what you were saying, “Watch how easily I can do the same to you.”

Suddenly you pulled back and turned towards Batman with a small, disarming smile, “She’s free to go, Batman. She isn’t the one who killed Valerie. She’s just an ordinary, insignificant civilian.”

It was like a thread snapped.

“I DID IT! I KILLED HER! IT WAS ME!” Thelma shrieked lunatically, kicking the table and banging her hand-cuffed hands against the tabletop. She began sobbing loudly, screaming about how she was the one who killed Valerie and your heart lightened with satisfaction just a little. Just what you wanted.

“It’s my word against yours, Thelma. I witnessed the murder. I just think you’re just confused.” You replied, seemingly unfazed by her episode. The way she was crying in poor agony would usually have you off-put, concerned even. But right now, all you felt was your eardrums sting. She deserved none of your remorse.

“NO! NO, I DID IT! I DID IT!”

The smirk on your face was unmistakable, “Oh really? Will your confession hold up against the Lasso of Truth? Do you think it can?”

Her crying died down until she was softly sobbing into her hands, knowing that she had no other way out. She had lost, “Yes. I did it.”

You loosened the lasso around your waist, letting one end fall to the ground before wrapping it once around your wrist for better leverage, “Then let the interrogation begin.”

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[jungwonenthusiast]

idk what all you write about kink wise, but could you do sub!jake with pegging? where he’s really subby and cute and the reader (female) takes care of him

A/N: I don't write pegging lol but I hope u enjoy <3 (forgive me if there r any spelling mistakes)

Warnings: oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 1.6 k

Jake falls on top of you while you lay in bed. You let out an 'oof' from the sudden weight. His hair is a little damp from his shower and it's poking into your eyes.

"Please give me a warning if you're gonna do that." you wince.

"I'm sorry," he groans and rolls off of you. "I'm not having a good day."

Your brows furrow. "Why? Did something happen?"

He runs a hand through hair and sighs. "The choreo for drunk dazed is just really hard and we're all struggling to be synchronized. It just feels like everyone is blaming each other for it."

You frown and pull him against you so that his head is resting on your chest. "I'm sorry baby. But I'm sure you guys will figure it out, you always do. Maybe everyone was feeling extra crummy today."

"Maybe," he says while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I couldn't stop thinking about coming to see you all day. I think I'm addicted to you."

You giggle.

"Seriously though, what are you laced with? Meth? Crack?" he jokes and you ruffle his hair.

"I think about you all day too sweetheart." you kiss the top of his head.

He smiles and throws his leg on top of yours. "What'd you do today?"

"The usual. School. Work. And dealing with that one bitch who always has the most complicated drink order." you roll your eyes.

"Is that the lady who asks for like twelve different syrups?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, I think it's for her kid too, I should call CPS." you joke and he laughs.

"Ugh, now I can't stop thinking about what happened today." he groans. "I hate being angry, I wish we could all get over this already."

"Sometimes it's worse to just move on, you should clear the air first." you suggest.

"But apologizing sucks." he complains.

"I know but it'll be worth it." you rub his back.

"I need something that will get my mind off of it." he says.

"You got any ideas?"

"Mhm," he says while pushing his hand up your shirt.

You chuckle. "Of course that's what it is."

"What," he says sheepishly. "It's your fault for being so tempting."

You push him onto his back and climb into his lap. His hands immediately find your hips.

You kiss him softly, your thumb gently swiping back and forth on his cheek.

He opens his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. He's already grinding up into you and this point.

You hold his hips down. "Patience."

He just whines and gives you puppy eyes, but you don't cave.

You slide your hand up his hoodie and glide your fingers along his warm skin. He feels so good under you, you’ll never be able to get enough of him.

You push his hoodie up and stick your head under, pecking all of the skin you can reach.

He laughs and pets your hair. “I thought you said to be patient.”

“You’re too good to resist.” you say while palming him through his sweats.

He whimpers as he starts to struggle under your touch.

You pull down the band of his sweats just the slightest bit to kiss his hip bone.

He watches you with wide eyes, anticipating your every move.

“If you want me to do something you’re gonna have to ask.” you tease.

“Touch me please,” he says without hesitation.

You smirk before coming up to kiss him while sliding your hand into his Calvins.

He whines into your mouth and you smile, loving how quickly he submits to you.

“I’m sorry my angel had a bad day,” you kiss his jaw. “I’ll make you feel better okay?”

He nods eagerly as you tug his pants down. You waste no time getting your mouth on his cock.

He hisses and grips at the duvet. “Fuck,” he exhales.

You pull away and let spit drip from your tongue down to his tip and it’s so hot that Jake’s tempted to take a picture.

You take him into the back of your throat and his head falls back with a moan. You can see his Adam’s apple dip every time he swallows.

You continue to bob your head up and down and he moves to pet your hair.

“Please don’t stop,” he begs, his desperation sending heat straight between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so good.” his hips buck up and you hold him down. You brace yourself and deepthroat him, you can feel your eyes watering.

He moans and grabs at the headboard behind him. “Can I cum please? Please I need it.” he says hopelessly.

You nod and it only takes one swallow around his tip to get him whimpering and trembling under you.

You swallow his seed while he comes down from his high.

“Thank you,” he exhales before pulling you up for a kiss. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too baby.”

“Can you fuck me please?” he hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts and underwear.

You smirk and help him out, throwing your garments onto the floor. He pulls you into his lap and tugs your hoodie over your head.

“So pretty,” he says before kissing your chest, running his tongue over your sensitive nipples. You moan and comb your hands through his hair.

His fingers travel down to your desperate cunt to draw circles on your clit.

You grab his cock, not being able to hold out anymore. You line yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

He buries his head into your neck. “Fucking god,” he groans. “So wet.”

Your head falls back as he hits your sweet spot.

“You feel so good,” he whimpers.

“Yeah?” you ask cockily.

He looks up at you with sparkling eyes and nods.

“My pretty puppy,” you coo while bouncing up and down on him. “Taking this pussy like a good boy.”

His head falls back down onto your shoulder but you tug his hair, getting his eyes on you.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” you say and he whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he says sweetly and you kiss him.

He reaches down to play with your clit while you rock your hips against his.

You run your hands softly over his shoulders then down his lean torso. You watch his face and the way the corners of his lips perk up every now and then. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

His eyes were clouded and completely taken over by your presence and he looks so pretty you could die.

He holds your waist tight while moaning and whimpering mindlessly, not caring if your neighbors can hear.

His whines begin to get more frantic and you kiss his forehead. “You close?”

“Mhm,” he says. You can tell that he’s trying not to finish. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.”

"You can go a little longer." you tease.

He shakes his head. "I can't I can't. You feel too good."

You squeeze around him just to have fun and he whimpers, looking at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Please y/n." you can see that he's starting to tear up.

Your hand comes up to tug on his hair. “Cum for me then, be good, puppy.”

“Harder.” he begs and you obey.

His head snaps back and his lips part, letting out the most alluring sounds you could ever hear.

Your bouncing turns into grinding as he releases into you.

“Good boy,” you whisper to him as he relaxes.

He kisses your neck while slumping into you.

You smile. “You did so good baby.”

“Thank you,” he says.

You’re about to get up when he grabs you and pulls you so that your back is against his chest.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“You didn’t cum,” he says before pushing one finger into you. You moan, still sensitive from the stimulation you had a moment ago.

He drapes your legs over his, spreading you wide.

“All I wanna do is make you feel good.” he says while pushing a second finger in.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he takes that opportunity to kiss your neck. He curls his fingers just the slightest bit and your hips buck.

“Fuck,” you moan.

His fingers reach deeper than yours ever could. They make you feel things that you’ve never felt before.

You look down to watch his dripping fingers disappear in and out of your cunt.

It’s not long before your thighs begin to tremble. You guys have been together to the point where he knows every trick that makes your eyes roll back and your back arch, but every time he uses them, it just gets better and better.

“Please cum for me,” Jake uses his free hand to massage your chest. “I wanna be good for you.”

Your hips begin to pull away but he’s quick to pull you against him.

Your moans get more and more desperate as you reach your high. Then finally, you’re falling into an abyss of euphoria.

He peppers kisses all over you as you calm down, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you.

You turn around to straddle him and give him a kiss. “You’re so good.” you say.

He blushes like a schoolgirl and kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

You chuckle. It’s cute how often he likes to say it. “I love you too puppy.”

“Am I really that much like a puppy?” he says. “Don’t I look cooler now with my black hair?”

“I suppose,” you ruffle it. “You’re still a cutie to me.” You’re kidding, you know that he’s stupid hot.

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

You giggle. “Why? Do you wanna be bad?” “Mhm.” he nods.

“Maybe I can treat you like you are.” you push him into his back for another round.

[kunoichimin]

“ At Last, I Have You ”

A fic in which Taehyung finally gains the courage to take his good friend Jimin on a date, an enchanting picnic with fruits and sweets to keep them full. But, as time goes on, he realizes not everything is as it seems.

Vmin

3.4k+ words

College/University, First Dates, Crushes

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…the way you portray jimin, and the way you portray taehyung, and the way you portray their surroundings; it's perfect. it's absolutely perfect. i could feel what they feel, i blushed when they did, i was nervous when they were, and i laughed when they laughed. my heart's actually still stammering against my chest. i think it's trying to take ahold of this fic and hug it close. i'm just -- in love with this. as in love with this as taehyung is with jimin, i dare say. and you wrote it for /me/, which makes this all the more special. more meaningful. and everything even more poetic than it already is, and -- how? how do you bleed pure poetry and unfiltered romance between these words and sentences? how, how, how? i'm at a loss for words, i truly am… - zvko

Oh where do I start to describe how beautiful this is for my heart has scattered all over your work like scintillating stardust in the night sky. I absolutely adore the songs that inspired you to write, those songs hold special place in my heart too. The introductory paragraph of Taehyung’s dreams, it was so beautiful, it was something so similar to something I’d written sometime ago and yet so much more beautiful, and the way your words odyssey further, I’m in love. I love words, and I loved your descriptive, dreamy words a lot. Perhaps a little too much for my heart is still chirping and playing Joni Mitchell in my head as I write this comment. The way you described them talking in Tae’s dream, oof, it was wonderful and I don’t know how to say it properly, it made me feel floaty, not on clouds but a dream played on a film reel on the one screen in my town, in my head. I don’t know if you added Taehyung feeling like flying away into the sun was a deliberate way to connect his feelings to the myth of Icarus, nonetheless since the story is very close to my heart (and I blame the amazing album Icarus Falls for that) it made me feel a lot of things. Particularly, of merry freedom on a day I was feeling particularly worthless. The description of Jimin’s pout, shy laughter and blush, bulging and bright eyes, oh my God, I’m weak. This was just…too beautiful. - FallenAngel

This is a pure journey between words, sensations, emotions, feelings, and nature. It was like I was in a painting. When the artist, with every touch of their brush, embellished their œuvre. Everything is at the perfect place. It's easy to imagine the scenery during the reading, easy to feel all the emotions, the nervousness of the characters, the Love between them. It was so beautiful, so tender and just right. What I liked was the fact that it was a dream. A perfect dream and all the emotions which came with the wake up moment. A dream which gave strength to Taehyung to ask Jimin out. And I totally love that they'll go on a picnic together. The dream may come true and I cannot stop smiling just by imagining it. - Alhenaa09

[abundanceofnots]

a little (just under 2k) playground scene with Lip and Ian as dads, as per @pink--and--white's request. i apologize to all actual parents in advance.

“How the fuck did we get here?” Lip asks through a huff of incredulous laughter.

Ian shades his eyes from the sun, turning to his older brother with a look of mock concern. “Your memory that bad already, old man? We drove here.”

It earns him a stinging smack on his thigh.

“Asshole,” Lip retorts back. “You know what I mean.”

Ian’s eyes flit back to the scene before them. “Yeah, I do,” he confirms a beat later, his voice more earnest this time.

This, by far, isn’t a new feeling. Lip’s had the exact same thought pass through his mind countless times in recent years, always in a momentary flash of warmth that filled up his whole chest. It happens all the more often now over the most mundane shit, though.

The first time was, probably, when Freddie was born. Then Ian got married, and Al came along, and Liam got to a good school—and after that followed every other quiet (not literally) evening when the whole family gathered up in the kitchen.

In those instants, Lip would stall himself for just a second, getting lost in the overwhelming sounds and visuals, and think, what the fuck.

He’s getting soft. That’s it, most likely. He’s getting soft and sentimental, going on with his extremely unexceptional life, wondering how in the hell did a piece of shit like himself get so lucky, and slowly becomes someone he’d gladly punch in the face not too long ago.

It hits him hard again, this strange sense of pride and wonder, as he sits next to his baby brother on a bench overlooking a kids’ playground.

This one’s the real deal. Everything here is child-proof and clean, with no syringe or dogshit in sight. Frank or some random homeless guy aren’t lying in a drunken coma by the swing sets. There’s not even one bullet hole in the slide. And maybe it’s not so hard to admit that this is actually pretty nice. That this is them now.

Still, the whole thing is, without a doubt, totally ridiculous. Here they are, Lip and Ian—the college dropout and the ex-con, the true sons of the South Side—sneakily munching on their kids’ packed afternoon snacks.

“Dumb luck, I guess,” Ian answers Lip’s question after some musing and takes a sip from Toe’s pink-colored juice box.

Lip hmms before he bites into a baby carrot. “For us, or them?”

“For us. Definitely.”

They’re just two regular dads who carry around lunchboxes and always have a wet wipe or a pack of tissues at hand, ready to blow noses and wipe off residue chocolate from chins and hands. There aren’t enough words in the English language that would describe how incredibly ridiculous this is, because once upon a time, not too long ago, still, Ian wore a jumpsuit with Dav on the nametag and believed this was it for him, and Lip thought the only way to get through life was by drinking himself through the ordeal.

How the fuck did they get here?

“Freddie! Hey, Freddie!” Lip calls out to his oldest, who hangs upside down from the monkey bars, effectively ignoring him. “Fred!” he tries again with an annoyed sigh, and the boy finally remembers how his ears work. “Can you help your cousin on the slide?”

“Okay!”

With a swift motion, Freddie pulls himself up again to grab hold of a bar, unhooking his knees in the process, and jumps down into the sand with practiced ease. He then immediately gets into a run, coming behind the red-headed girl in black overalls who’s been trying to climb the gentle ramp on her own.

“What was that about?” Ian inquires amusedly.

“Early puberty, I think. He doesn’t want us to call him Freddie anymore. It’s Fred. No Fredster, no Fredtastic, definitely no Fredosaurus. Just Fred. Apparently, I went to bed, and my son turned into a middle-aged man overnight.”

“Oof. That’s rough.”

“Yeah. The next thing I know, he’s gonna get a neck tattoo and his first STI. Al, buddy!” His younger son Alvin, at least, seems to have no trouble with hearing. “You need help? Want me to push you?”

“No, I’m good!” the blond kid shouts back from the swing, and to prove his point, he pushes himself harder off the ground to gain momentum.

Lip scratches his forehead. “They don’t need me anymore,” he comments darkly. “I am officially a bother.”

“You’ve always been a bother,” Ian notes before he stuffs his mouth full of grapes. “Come on, Lip. Freddie’s eight. He’s not exactly packing his bags to leave home. He’s still very much a daddy’s boy.”

“I don’t know, man. When I remember what I was already doing when I was his age….”

“Yeah, but that’s different. They’re not like us. They don’t need to be, and that’s a good thing.”

Ian’s right, but the concept of normal as something desirable, something he doesn’t necessarily need to rebel against, is something Lip may never fully come to grasps with. And neither does Ian, even if he says otherwise.

“We might be getting a dog,” Lip says after a while, pausing before he sinks his teeth into a cheese stick.

“No way!” Ian smirks at him. “Look at you, perfect American family and shit.”

Lip snorts at that. He and Tami are pretty damn far from perfect. “You not thinking about getting a pet? A friendly rottweiler for Mickey, perhaps?”

“No. First, I gotta talk him into having another kid.”

That takes Lip by surprise. He knows Ian absolutely adores his little girl, his mini ginger twin that everyone got to call Toe, short for Tomato, but he also knows the whole story behind how she came to be.

“Oh, yeah? You’d like another?”

“Yeah,” Ian admits, and as his eyes drop to his lap where his fingers fiddle with a paper straw, Lip realizes he sounds ashamed about it.

“Not as easy as poking holes in condoms with you guys, huh?” he jokes to release the sudden tension.

“Hah. No.”

“You told Mickey yet?”

Meeting his brother’s eyes again, Ian gives a noncommittal shrug. “I hinted.”

From experience, Lip knows that hinting in Ian’s case almost exclusively means Mickey is fully aware of his intentions and just chooses to ignore them before Ian confronts him head-on.

“Hopefully, you’ll have another girl,” he tells Ian after a quiet moment filled with children’s high-pitched screams and the steady screeching of a swing set. “It’s a lot more physical with boys. These two are already fighting like we used to.”

“Doesn’t really matter when you’re raising a Milkovich,” Ian remarks before yelling: “Hey, Toe? You wanna have a sip of your juice for me?”

The girl waves at them eagerly as she slides down the bendy chute. Getting to a run right as her feet touch the ground, she comes to a jolty halt in front of them, taking a good, hard look at the juice box as if only now realizing what’s expected of her.

“No, thank you,” Toe then peeps and skips off again.

“Polite,” Lip appraises.

Ian gives a low chuckle. “Fuckin’ weird, huh?”

“With Mickey as her dad? A little.”

They watch the kids play for a few minutes. Ian offers to exchange a cheese stick for three grapes, and Lip negotiates it up to five before agreeing.

“You think he’d be against it? Having another kid?” he asks Ian mid-chew.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame him, after all the shit with Terry. Maybe with a second kid, he’d think there’d be twice the damage he could do. Dunno,” Ian surmises uncertainly. “I know how hard it was for him to even want a kid, and I get why he was scared. Don’t get me wrong, I’m shitting myself every day when I think of the ways I could fuck this up. But he’s a great dad. You saw him with Toe. She’s obsessed with him. The way she laughs at everything he says makes you think he invented comedy or something.”

Lip’s aware that their conversation turned sort of serious once again, but he can’t help not breaking into a smile. “Sounds like you’re kinda jealous of your husband there, Ian.”

“Oh, I hate his guts,” his brother confirms, only partially kidding. “I’m a fun dad, too, you know.” As if on cue, a figure coming their way catches his attention, and Ian nods to where his daughter’s playing, telling Lip: “Okay, watch this.”

Mickey gestures at Freddie with a finger to his lips, coming around the slide just in time to catch his daughter in his arms with a victorious roar.

“Daddy!” Toe announces the good news to everyone around with a loud squeal.

Ian gives his brother a pointed look.

“Fuck, man,” Lip huffs with mock seriousness. “You tellin’ me she loves her dad? What a nightmare.”

“Yo, lunch ladies.” Mickey suddenly approaches them with Toe at his hip. “How ’bout less chit-chatting and more kid-watching? Think I’d remember if I left my kid with a giant fuckin’ bruise on her forehead this morning.”

“Yeah. She’s had a bit of a scuffle with Alvin earlier,” Ian says, reaching out to soothingly rub Toe’s calf as if said scuffle and the tears it brought weren’t already long forgotten.

“The hell’s he doin’ fightin’ someone half his size?!”

“She started it!” Lip counters weakly.

“Okay.” Mickey’s mouth hangs open for a minute before he finds his figurative footing again. “I guess she had her reasons for that. And you should teach your kids to not fight dirty.”

“I go play now,” Toe informs him then, putting a stop to his rant and his bad mood in one go.

“Yeah! You do that!” Mickey replies as he puts her down, matching her level of enthusiasm. She heads for the extensive pirate-ship-like construction this time, watchful cousin Freddie already on her heels, and Mickey drops heavily next to his husband, letting out a prolonged groan into his hands.

“Tough day?” Ian asks needlessly.

“Igor’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Told you he was.”

“And I agree, so drop it, a’ight? Hey, by the way.”

“Hey,” Ian echoes before they exchange a quick kiss.

Mickey notices the juice in his hands then and perks up. “That raspberry?” he checks after he’s already snagged the box for himself, taking loud slurps from it to get every last drop. He finishes off with a belch. “Fuckin’ love raspberry.”

Lip finds that anything he’d say at that moment would only spoil the natural fucking beauty of it, so he just appreciates with a private snicker.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Toe yells from the top of one of the pirate ship’s smaller slides. “Come play!”

Mickey pats at Ian’s thigh. “That’s on you, man. I’m beat.”

Putting his fun-dad face on, Ian heaves himself up without a complaint. “Hey, jellybean! Do you think your dad can fit on the slide, too?”

Toe shakes her head vehemently, giggling as she watches Ian jog toward her. “No, daddy! No! No!”

“What, you don’t think I can?” Ian asks again, halfway through his climb up on the board. “Well, take off your socks now because they might get blown off! I’mma fit!”

“Daddy!” Toe howls with laughter as he bumps his head on one of the low railings.

Beside Lip, Mickey imitates the reaction, both his hand and the phone he’s holding with it to record a video visibly shaking. When he notices Lip staring, his grin falters a little.

“These two jokers,” Mickey complains after he ends the recording. “She always laughs at everything he does like he invented comedy or some shit.”

Lip answers with a knowing smile, his chest feeling full of warmth.

Seriously, how the fuck did they get here?