#ooooh the balcony scene YES

[wildernessuntothemselves]

"I still can't decide if oc should be at ryujin's trial or not"

Ooooh I want to see shit go down in this trial. Make that circus burn Mort!

Beomgyu would definitely be against Oc being there. But after the distress of that last encounter between the two girls, I can see oc getting fussy about wanting to go see the trial with her own eyes and hear the verdict first hand. I wouldn't be surprised if oc went there and sat at the corner back wearing a more discreet unassuming outfit to go unnoticed (she rarely ever went outside the palace, so most people outside of the upper rankings wouldn't even know how she looks like) just to relish on Ryujins despair after hearing those "mean" things from her. However i highly doubt oc would be able to contain herself in that situation and would end up causing a scene.

And I pretty much assumed taehyun would be there because 1) trials used to be conducted almost like a spectacle back then, they were open to the public and the common people loooved to go see it, so it wouldn't be hard for him to infiltrate the crowd; 2) since it's a high ranking noble being judged I suppose it would be the norm to have other nobles present to validate it; 3) taehyun wouldn't waste such an easy open door to get so close to everyone involved and interfere in their shenanigans...he must have a plan to use that opportunity in his favor; 4) he is a man of strong morals, right? will he be able to just sit still back at his palace while a woman is publicly crucified as the scape goat for the consequences of other people's selfishness?

Also, since part of the accusation against Ryujin have a touch of matters of morality, it wouldn't be uncommon for the church to have a say in the verdict. If that was the case, and everyone (ryu, gyu, oc, tyun and soob) was there... that trial could get really interesting really fast.

~♡anon

Yeah I actually was considering having it be a public trial and oc being tucked away on a balcony or something overseeing the trial but not being among the masses but I felt like it would be dumb of gyu to make it a public trial because some of the citizens there are bound to believe ryujin and begin suspecting gyu. But then again it could also be an opportunity for him to vilify ryujin in front of his people.

Was a public trial the norm in such a high profile case back then? Like did anne boleyn get a public trial? How long did those trials last?

Normally tyun would definitely be there as his wife is part of the case but he is preparing his army for a war against the crown, if he steps foot into the city, he will be snatched up and jailed for his own trial lmao

But yes the "church" is involved with the trial and that is another important point lmao

[obiwanobi]

the ask was a bit too long, so the rest is under the cut;

(and Asylum is an AMAZING fic everyone should read it)

What about memory loss but less violent like with a holocron or a magic spell but in kinda regular SW universe but Ani doesn’t turn dark (because I love that baby)... imagine like one of them loses their memories of the other (and they weren’t together but they were gravitating toward each either and being in denial of course) ... so the other one instead of pushing for the memory to get back pulls away like if Anakin loses his memory Obi-Wan would be like : maybe it’s the continuity of things a chance to not have me on his back, he always said he wanted more autonomy, experiencing full knighthood without his old master to scold him (mabeyy plus Rako Hardeen guilt because I’m petty) and if it’s Obi-Wan, Anakin thinks that maybe this is good : Obi-Wan was forced to take care of him since he was a child, and he has been pulling always recently (catholic guilt for having feelings for his former padawan I guess) and doesn’t seems to want to be around him and maybe it’s his chance to finally have time for himself and be free of his former padawan for once ...

So they let the other one space (but still watching from afar because who are we kidding) until one night one of them find the one who lost his memory in one of the balcony of the temples and ask if he is okay and the other one said that it feels like something (someone)is missing but it’s not just the memories, something that made them feel whole and alive and without it life is colorless...

Annnnnd that’s how they realized that the other feels deeply for them ... if you didn’t realize I love for angst and fluff

I wonder how it would go for SSK au tho 🙄

Obi-Wan, still a Sith with no decorum or undercover filter and no recall of any Anakin but upon seeing him : you are mine !

Anakin : but the nurse said ... so you do remember me ?

Obi-Wan : no but I want you therefore I will have you and that’s final.

Anakin : ...yeah okay

.....................hum. You’re really making me want to write a snippet about it now. Choosing who to emotionally destroy is hard though, but Obi-Wan is usually the go-to guy for this kind of thing, so Anakin could lose his memories and Obi-Wan can have a “we were right on the verge of admitting that we wanted something more from our relationship but then we had a minor fight and didn’t talk for a few days, and when I tried to finally contact you you didn’t even know my name, so I guess this is a sign from the Force that it wasn’t meant to be” moment and resigned himself to his infinite sadness fate in silence 😌 

But I mean, Obi-Wan losing his memory would be interesting too because Anakin would agonise in a very dramatic way while this new version of Obi-Wan would probably be so surprised to learn that he had a padawan, and tries to befriend him anyway (and Anakin could be the drama queen he wants to be, saying things like “no you don’t UNDERSTAND we can’t be FRIENDS you will NEVER be my Obi-Wan you can’t COMPARE” and Obi-Wan like “....I’m literally the same guy”) 

So basically I want a ray of sunshine amnesiac, be it Anakin or Obi-Wan, and both options would have a happy ending, obviously!  

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

i am such a sucker for ancient egypt shit!! can’t you write something about the reader being queen and tom being a guard and their both have a secret relationship so they have to sneak around to do anything, you can add something smutty if you want 👀

A/N: ooooh my dear, i also am an ancient egypt freak!! 😤 (and i already wrote an au oneshot like that so you can read it >here<) one of my favorite time period with the greek/roman ones 🤤💞 so let’s say i looooooved writing your request, so i hope you will enjoy it as much! 🙏🏻 and as always stay safe, darling 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

NSFW CONTENT BELOW, SO BEWARE! + slight references to Ancient Egypt’s fashion

Since your youngest age, you’ve been taught many times what your future would be like. Even if, at first, all those manners and protocols sounded absurd to you, you learnt them all to slowly make them yours. Having always been close to the population ever since you would walk, by learning more about them or by playing with children your age, you grew up to be loved by everyone in Egypt.

And now, you were one of the very few women Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt, beautiful and powerful that all gods must have blessed you since day one. But still a well-grounded and independent woman who didn’t need arranged marriages to rule a country. And also in a secret relationship with Tom, the chief of your Royal Guard… and your childhood friend.

Was it against the rules? Totally unconventional. But both of you never really cared.

“The Pharaoh requests your presence, Chief!” one of the guards informed Tom who was about to head back to his quarters.

“Thank you. You can go back to your position” answered Tom while adjusting his breastplate.

Passing by the soldier and now walking through the court, Tom noticed in between each pillar surrounding the palace that the night finally settled down on the Egyptian Kingdom. The stars started to shine in the clear sky, dancing all around the full moon. The moonlight lighted up the royal garden as if showing Tom the right path for him to follow to finally reach you.

With a firm nod, Tom dismissed the two soldiers guarding the access to the private part of the palace. The royal quarters. Your quarters. After waiting for the two men to completely leave, the brunette pushed the golden doors open and closed them behind him, before climbing a few stairs, the sound of his strappy sandals slightly echoing in the open corridor he was passing through. Finally, he stopped under the entrance arcade.

And that was when Tom saw you.  

On the other side of the big room, you were laying on a soft chaise lounge onto your right side, your back facing the man as his eyes slowly slid down the light linen robe you decided to wear despite the fresh air of the egyptian night. Tom could make out every curve of your body through your thin piece of expensive fabric, not letting too much work left to his wild imagination. Tom wished he could have captured that beautiful scene in front of him: the Pharaoh herself, casually dressed and laying down while looking at the city of Cairo by night from afar, through the open balcony of her bedroom.

You were the incarnation of grace and power, a delightful mix to Tom.

“You called me, my Pharaoh” Tom finally announced his presence, not moving an inch from his spot.

At the sound of the familiar voice, you slowly turned your head for him to only enjoy your profile for a bit. Your face was free from the usual makeup you used, such as the black kohl around your eyes which makes you look so serious all the time. But Tom’s favorite thing would always be seeing your head without the khepresh, so your long and beautiful hair you kept hidden under it could freely cascade along your shoulders and back.

“I did, yes” your clear and delicate voice resonated in his ears. “Please approach, Tom.”

Following your orders Tom walked towards you, not a word spoken between the both of us as you gracefully passed your legs on the other side of the chaise lounge, bare feet touching the stoned floor and now sitting to face the chief of your royal guard that was approaching. Then you stood up, the robe fully smoothing at the move and just waited there.

Once Tom stopped right in front of you, his height clearly towering over yours, he kneeled onto one knee to then bow his head low, like any people had to do before daring to talk to you, the Pharaoh. Your eyes never left his until his disconnected to look at the floor, waiting for your next words.

“Tom, please stand.”

Your voice was so hard to define sometimes but Tom was one of the only honored people, with your parents, to know that was how you had to be in front of your Kingdom, for anyone to respect and also fear you at the same time. So like he was asked for, the man slowly stood again as his brown orbs found yours once again. The silence between you was quite relaxing, the varied noises of the nocturnal creatures from outside creating such a nice ambiance around you.

After a minute or two of unspoken words, Tom’s hand brushed yours before his rough fingers gently intertwined with your immaculate one, the skin contact oh so needed bringing shivers in both your bodies.

“My love”, whispered Tom as he kissed each knuckle of your hand, “I missed you so much.”

A lovely giggle made it through your lips, soon followed by a warm smile only reserved to the one you loved.

“You see me all day long, my dear” you replied, lifting your free hand to caress his cheek.

“I missed our shared time, just the two of us” professed the chief guard, his words full of love and now lust as he wrapped his other hand around your hips to bring you closer to him. “I missed having you for myself only.”

And after having discarded all clothes from both your bodies, Tom was bottoming you out onto the same chaise lounge he saw you laying on when he arrived, tearing lewd moans out of you to his fullest and own pleasure.

“O-Oh! Tom!!”

His hands slid to your ass squeezing both cheeks, as his hips roughly thrusted back and forth against yours. His lips ran down to place hot open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and neck, making feel his desperation with each new skin contact.

“You are mine” Tom growled into your ears, pushing and pulling your ass to meet his every single thrust. “All mine, (Y/N), my Queen, my love. Alaways.”

Your fingers digged into his back, his hips slapping against yours with aggressive friction. You could feel Tom’s skin becoming hot and sweaty from his passion. The man was squeezing your ass so tight it may just leave his hands’ prints on it the next day. Your head tossed back, moaning your lover’s name loudly while squeezing him as tightly against your body as you possibly can before you felt your arousal sliding down your thighs and coating his cock.

Tom continued to thrust, sloshing your juices with his movements before sliding away from your hot core. Seconds later, his milky seed slid against your inner thigh as he breathed heavily. Both of your hands slide away from him, falling on your sides as your chest kept raisins up and down in an attempt to relay air back into your tired and frayed lungs. Your handsome guard lover continued to hover above you, admiring how even more gorgeous you looked like that, all spent and out of breath for him, before basically dropping down completely on top of you.

“T-Tom, are you trying to suffocate me?” you squeaked before giggling, feeling his sweaty body against your own.

Tom actually chuckled before sliding to your side, carefully not to accidentally fall from the chaise lounge, wrapping his hands around your waist before turning you to face him. Your faces were inches apart and even though a blush blossomed onto your cheeks, like that always happened after these times, you raised a hand and trailed your soft fingers along his sharp jawline. You were thinking for a long time, and now was finally the time.

“What are you thinking about?” Tom whispered to you, rubbing circles onto your naked back and with an ounce of concern in his voice.

“... Marry me.”

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[virgil-is-a-cutie]

Lilanette Prompt: The class is doing Romeo and Juliet and it was a reading of the balcony scene. Leo was asked to read Romeo's part. He had a freudian slip and said Marinette instead of Juliet. A ship war may or may not happen.

Ooooh yes absolutely. If this is good!Leo absolutely.

Or if somewhat canon Leo who somewhat doesn't likr Mari but...

It's difficult to hate the baby blue eyed girl who doesn't stop herself from offering him a macaroon.

He absolutely does it when Mari isn't ij the classroom and everyone sees Leo blushing darkly after he says her name.

[shijiujun]

HISTORY3 EP 12 summary - if you guys are still alive you’re not gonna be for long

we all knew what the fuck was gonna happen today - but nothing will prepare you for what you’re going to see although the music choice might kill the mood a little (sorry like pls be prepared today’s episodes’ lines ARE KILLING ME) - this was the literally the worst ep to jam at but i guess everyone was prepared for this ep and wow

also bearing in mind that it was so jammed today that i did miss out a few lines here and there, and also just to shake it up a bit, let me show you guys a bit of what is in store at the end of this episode (i’m happy to be of service, also nsfw warning?):

we start off with zhao zi and jack sitting side by side on the couch, zhao zi is happy with the food and they’re grinning at each other and having fun and sharing the cup - everyone went crazy and was like ‘indirect kiss!!!’ (ooooh boy, wait until you see the later scene)

shao fei comes in halfway without tang yi and lolol i love how zhao zi and jack break apart as if they were doing something naughty but they weren’t, and then zhao zi is like: “where’s tang yi?”

shao fei: “he said he’s going back first”

then jack leaves, and shao fei is just about ready to pack up and leave the damn hospital on his what, second day or third day after the gun shot? zhao zi is obviously stunned and mad - he’s like: “you can’t leave the hospital!”

shao fei: “i dont have time to waste in the hospital, i need to start chasing now”

zhao zi: “chase what? the bad guy (that shot shao fei) was delivered to the police station’s doorstep wrapped like a mummy!”

shao fei, rolling his eyes and exasperated: “why would i chase that bad guy? i’m talking about chasing-” 

HE PAUSES, YES SHAO FEI, DID YOU FORGET WHAT UR DAY JOB WAS?!

anw zhao zi convinces him not to discharge himself and threatens him with police chief, and wow the pout on shao fei’s face

tang yi goes back home and sits at his desk where he sees the skeleton keychain and wow his face is like... gosh i love his emo, expressive face I LOVE IT and then he flashbacks to the scene of him and boss tang at the balcony (i think it was ep 4, 5?) - it’s almost the same scene where boss tang is telling him that one day he’ll find that person who’ll make life worth it for him right, and also throws in a couple of: “xiao tang, have you ever been in love? you’re still young, after you’ve been in love, everything changes” and “if it came down to choosing between yourself and xing tian meng, promise me you’ll always choose yourself” - you know, typical asian dad stuff

so we move to the scene back at the police station, and police chief and yu qi are standing side by side, and yu qi is on the phone with zhao zi - she tells chief that zhao zi says that shao fei has been whining about leaving the hospital for the past few days, so won’t police chief go see him? AND LOOK AT POLICE CHIEF’S LITTLE SMILE he adores shao fei to death, we all know it - then he frowns and scowls purposely and is like “why would i go see him? for what?”

and the rest of the team: “ehhhh... the captain actually cares about shao fei, he almost wanted to fight tang yi the other time at the hospital” - they all love each other, i love it and police chief is so embarrassed - and then the older police dude from the previous episodes? he looks shady as fuck and he picks up his bag and leaves, then he bikes somewhere, not sure where because THE STREAM JAMMED but he’s definitely a bad guy and is up to something so let’s all hope we get the plot soon

yu qi turns up at the hospital to help shao fei leave the hospital finally, and shao fei only has thoughts about tang yi - he passes his bag to zhao zi and asks him to bring his suitcase back first, and then zhao zi is like: “hold up, you’re not going to find tang yi again are you?”

and shao fei is anxious because tang yi, ever since that day, hadn’t been to see him or text him, and he’s like holding his phone and going like: “should i text, but what if i text and he leaves it as just read and doesn’t reply”

so yu qi gets real mad and we all have seen the scene before where she tells shao fei: “he’s a gangster and you’re a police, it’s black and white, we belong to different worlds”

also shao fei: “what black and white? my world is colourful” - I AM NOT JOKING GUYS AHAHAHA

and yu qi totally is mad and she’s going on about how she won’t allow him to ever meet tang yi again etc etc. (srsly, if police chief couldn’t make him stop the PAST 4 YEARS, yu qi i dont think you can make him stop either)

at this point WOOHOOO: TANG YI WALKS IN, AND WE GET THAT SCENE IN THE PREVIEW WHERE HE JUST WALKS THE FUCK IN AND KISSES SHAO FEI, obviously having made a decision as to answering shao fei’s feelings he’s totally into it they’re totally into it, except yu qi - she understandably is upset

and then we shift to a scene of yu qi crying at the balcony of the ward and shao fei goes and comforts her - i think he does somehow know that she likes him but he’s also trying his best to totally friendzone her, and okay now that i watched it a second time yes she did confess to him - but shao fei says: “i already have tang yi” (DO YOU? DO YOU REALLY? SHAO FEI?!!!)

shao fei jokes: “are you worried that i’ll be discriminated against? who am i? you know me”

yu qi jokes back: “i’m just afraid that you’ll end up with no friends”

shao fei, sincerely to her: “i have you guys.”

FRIENDZONED TO HELL AND BACK

then we get the jack and zhao zi scene - jack goes to zhao zi’s house and zhao zi doesn’t lock his gate LOL and somehow they manage to get upstairs - zhao zi is all muttering under his breath about how terrible a friend shao fei is because shao fei passed him his back for zhao zi to do laundry for him, and then they progress to zhao zi’s bedroom and GUYSSSSSSS I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

so we get the scene where jack asks zhao zi why he didn’t seem surprised that tang yi and shao fei are together, and then zhao zi gets all angry: “if you look down on ah fei i won’t be friends with you” - you know, that scene we’ve gifed the hell out of since the 6 min trailer popped out in the beginning of this entire madness

and jack is totally attracted to angry zhao zi, and he just corners him to the wall and zhao zi is all: “what- what are you doing?”

AND HE JUST FUCKING KISSES ZHAO ZI - NO WARNING, HE JUST DOES IT GOOD GOING JACK

zhao zi is so stunned the smol bean and he’s blinking and he’s confused and panicking and jack is like: “didn’t you say that you support shao fei?”

zhao zi: “yeah, but i didn’t say i would support myself!!!!!”

jack: “no, but you must support me, me who’s attracted by you, you have to take responsibility”

zhao zi moves away, dodges from the SECOND KISS, with the lame excuse: “i’m going to cook instant noodles”

HAHAHAHA

and then we move onto shao fei and tang yi - tang yi followed shao fei home and they’re on the stairs as tang yi says: “just warning you first, i actually haven’t confirmed my feelings for you, but i’m willing to try it out with you.”

cue shao fei entering his house with the biggest pout on the fucking planet AND HAHAHAHA tang yi enters the house first so he totally ZEROES IN ON THE DRAWING and shao fei is too late to hide it from him and so he stands in front of the drawing, and tang yi moves him away

tang yi: (snorts) “am i this ugly?”

“shao fei: “yeah!”

and okay I LOVED THIS DIALOGUE he was all like; “what is this? you kissed me in front of the world, and then you regret it? are you trying to cheat my feelings?”

tang yi: “because i haven’t cared about anyone else like i do you, so i really, really want to try it out with you.”

and then shao fei says: “my feelings are my own problems, it makes sense that if i want you to like me i gotta work harder”

AND THE TEASE THAT IS TANG YI JUST SITS HIS HOLY ASS ON THE CHAIR and says: “alright, i’ll give you one chance to seduce me”

AND WOOOHOOOO THE REST IS HISTORY - shao fei totally climbs onto his laps and begins to undress him, button by button, all the while staring into tang yi’s eyes and kissing-not-kissing OH GOD THIS SCENE WAS HOT AND IT WOULD’VE BEEN HOTTER IF NOT FOR THE MUSIC

and then right before they kiss, shao fei stands up and goes: “okay, let’s shower together”

tang yi: “wait. that’s it?”

shao fei: “yeah, we should just do it”

and as he’s going off to the shower, tang yi stands up and he’s like: “you’re right, we should just do it”

AND GRABS SHAO FEI BY THE ARM, SPINS HIM, AND PINS HIM TO THE WALL and look at shao fei’s face, he’s so damn stunned and once again mr shao fei, if you start flirting with someone you gotta follow through otherwise dont be stunned when the other person follows through!!!! 

and tang yi - LAST FUCKING BUTTON SCENE!!!!!!! omg for a moment i thought they were also like pantsless but it’s only upper torso, AND GUYS YOU WILL GET A GAZILLION MINUTES OF THEM TOUCHING EACH OTHER’S SKINS OMFGGGGGG AND KISSING EACH OTHERS’ NECKS WTF WTF THIS EPISODE CAME FOR MY LIFE THIS SCENE CAME FOR MY SOUL

and they’re totally in the mood until tang yi’s eyes go to the bandage on shao fei’s abdomen and the mood sombers immediately

shao fei: “hey, it’s nothing, it’s just-”

TANG YI KNEELS DOWN, TAKES THE BANDAGE OFF, AND KISSES IT!!!!

i am dead.

[sammyspreadyourwings]

(Re this my brain’s kind of dead after a long day at work & am about to fall asleep but I know there won’t be any rest until some of it’s out of my system so definitely not the most coherent right now…or ever LOL)

Don’t worry Sammy’s already good at writing smut even when you don’t think you are. ;P There’s no doubt that you’d nail this if you decide to do so but let’s talk about the specific appeal of it yeah? What do you think? What do you like? There are so many different ways that it can go for example there’s the traditional scene which usually takes place in a BDSM gathering with Dominants and their submissives putting on a show, or it could be in like a semi-public situation? In a dimly lit corner of a pub, a secluded booth of a club, or even out on a balcony of a penthouse suite, OR let’s side track a bit Tear It Up anyone? “I wanna be a toy at your birthday party”? Ahem that’s pretty hot too.

So basically the possibilities are endless and whether what elements are involved like showing-off, D/s undertone or power play, reluctantly turned on and a hell lot more etc. as long as there’s good writing (essentially it’s just like any other tropes no?) then it’s gonna be great, and Sammy has great writing. <3 OH AND YOU PROMISED THIS APPARENTALY FOUND IT HAHA CAN’T WAIT yeah that’s the trope right? *wink*

🌠🌠 🌠

I was thinking about doing it in a BDSM club honestly

I had another dumb idea about one of those age swap AUs? Where like its  modern boys and a younger version (e.g 70s Brian) and like the older versions are just unfairly turned on by it during a meeting.

Balcony sex would be fun, but a little uh, hazardous for more than two people 

Ooooh that, yeah. That’s uhm. Surprisingly a plot point for the supernatural au, if curious, yes it’s important. And they deserve it after what I’m doing to them

[tacticalgrandma]

"ooh it's chilly out" - spiderbyte // "i got a rock" sombra/gabe // "want to trade candy?" team talon

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It had not been overly difficult to hijack the cargo ship. The Shimadas were not the arms traffickers they once were, and there had just been a shoestring crew that Widowmaker easily dispensed with. And that same scant roster meant that the AI pilot was already running, and Sombra simply needed to change the coordinates and the Southern Europe Talon HQ was fully supplied with all the guns, ammunition, and biochemical weapons they needed.

Until, of course, they opened the cargo compartment.

“Are they decoys?” Akande asked, staring at the boxes of candy that filled up the space.

Widow, who was sitting on top of one of the stacks, looked up from her box of Nerds and shook her head. “It was a two hour trip. I checked all of them. Unless they’re hiding shells in Skittles packages, there’s nothing.”

“I don’t understand,” Akande whispered. Sombra walked past him and caught the Snickers that Widow tossed her way.

“Manifest said that they were going to unload in Texas. The war with Deadlock has cut off a lot of trade to the Southwest. My guess is the Shimadas were looking to make money smuggling candy in time for Halloween.”

“It could work,” Widow said. “We might be able to turn this around if we deliver this to whoever the Shimadas’ contact was.”

“We don’t need money, we need weapons.”

“Money can be used to buy weapons.”

“Thank you for that economics lesson, Sombra, but the Shimadas could still ambush us at the drop, and we have no intel on the contact–“ Akande heard the sounds of boots on the staircase behind him and drew a hand over his face. Reaper ducked through the doorway and stared at the scene– Sombra flicking through a map of shipping routes with one hand and rooting through a box of flavored Kit Kats with the other; Widow tipping a small cardboard box upside down into her mouth, a candy necklace around her neck.

“This is not shotguns,” he said. Akande sighed.

“We had bad intel on the contents of the ship.” Reaper said nothing, but Akande could still feel the waves of judgment coming off him, and he grit his teeth. “Alright. This was a low-cost mission. We’re going to chalk this up as a drill, dump the cargo, and start looking for a proper target.”

“Wait wait wait.” Sombra snapped the map shut and stared at him wide-eyed. “Why do we have to dump it? It’s perfectly good candy.”

Akande gestured around the fairly spacious room. “It’s a ridiculous amount, Sombra. I am not exposing Talon agents to transport M&Ms.”

“Okay first of all, they have Sour Patch Kids in here. Second of all, you’re buff–“

“No,” Reaper said flatly. Sombra made an inarticulate noise of frustration and Akande turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“Usually you humor her more than this.” Reaper ignored Sombra’s second squawk, this one more indignant, and turned to him as well, lowering his voice.

“You do not want to let them do this.”

“What if we just took whatever we could carry?” Widow said from her perch. She shrugged when Akande looked up at her. “They have Kinder eggs here.”

“Ogundimu. Listen to me. This is a very bad idea.” Akande bit his lip, looked between his most valuable and sensible agent, and his vaguely untrustworthy and frequently passive aggressive fellow executive, and made up his mind.

“You can each take one box,” he announced. Sombra whooped, Widow smiled, and Reaper growled under his breath. “And if there are any Twix, let me know.”

-

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Reaper said the next day.

Akande leaned against the balcony railing and watched in dismay as Sombra yet again grappling hooked herself into a cafeteria wall. She broke her fall by translocating down to Widow who was, in a deeply uncharacteristic display, attempting to backflip across all the tables.

“We’re sure nothing was spiked? This is really just a sugar high?” Next to him, Reaper sighed.

“Every year at Overwatch,” he said. His tone of voice suggested that if he had normal eyeballs, he would be performing a thousand yard stare. “Every year, Lieutenant Wilhelm would give the Amari girl half a candy store for Halloween. Every year, the entire base would grind to a halt as we tried to contain the whirlwind of chaos he had unleashed.”

“Still. They’re grown women,” he said. Widow was now attempting to showcase her accuracy by throwing Swedish Fish into Sombra’s mouth. “You’d think they’d be able to self-regulate.” Absentmindedly, he fished a Twix bar out of his pocket and began to unwrap it.

Reaper looked sideways at him. “How many of those have you had?”

“Look, just make sure they don’t break anything,” Akande said. “And remind them that the acquisitions meeting is in two days.” Reaper shook his head as Akande pivoted and power walked back to his office.

-

Two days later, Akande walked into the conference room to see Reaper sitting with his hands folded, and Widow and Sombra sitting with their heads flopped down on the table. Akande rubbed at his temple, tried to ignore his buzzing headache, and cleared his throat.

“Right. Sombra. Have you had any luck identifying potential targets?” Without looking, Sombra raised her palm, projected a web browser, and typed “free guns” into Google. Akande sighed as he sat down.

“I expected better from you,” he said to Widow. She groaned apathetically in response.

“Really,” Reaper said, and Akande tried not to wince at the sound of his voice. “Did you finish your entire boxes?” Sombra and Widow both made grumbling noises. “I cannot believe you two. That should have lasted a month. You could have at least spread it out enough so that you would be awake for this meeting.”

“Hey, wait, yeah,” Sombra said. “Akande. Why don’t you give us some of your candy. Hair of the dog that bit you. That’ll work.”

“No,” Akande said. His brain felt very heavy.

“Come on. Don’t you want us to be productive?”

“I can’t,” he said slowly.

“Why not?”

Akande considered responding verbally but opted for dropping forward onto the table, onto his folded arms. Widow reached over and tapped at his shoulder. He laid his head on its side to face her. She shook her head as best she could without lifting it.

“I know,” he said quietly. “I know.” Reaper cleared his throat.

“Okay, if I’m the only one functional at this meeting…”

“Hang on. That’s true,” Sombra said. “Why didn’t you take any, Gabe? When I was going through old Overwatch stuff, I saw you send eight all staff emails in one day about someone stealing from your candy corn stash. Isn’t this your whole thing?”

The three of them turned to look at him. Reaper folded his arms. Sombra widened her eyes.

“Ooooh. Wait, can you not eat food any more? Like, I know you get your sustenance from death and decay and My Chemical Romance albums or whatever, but I thought you were still capable of it…”

“I am not,” Reaper said in a clipped voice. Widow raised her hand and he sighed. “Yes?”

“Does this mean you don’t poop?” Reaper pushed away from the table and stood up.

“Okay, this meeting is over.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Sombra grabbed at Reaper’s robe and he stopped. “I’m sorry, Gabe. We should have been more sensitive to your Halloween needs.”

“I’m leaving,” Reaper said, without moving.

“We’re not doing actual work now, right?” Akande shook his head. “So we can do whatever spooky stuff you want.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve moving or thinking,” Widow said. Sombra nodded in agreement.

“Other than that, it’s your day, boo.” He looked over at Akande, who shrugged.

“I mean, we aren’t going to be working…” Reaper hesitated, then sat back down.

“Sombra, can you torrent Hocus Pocus?”

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Chapter 35: Sometimes I Can’t See Myself

Rating: T Fandom: The 100 Pairing: Bellamy x Clarke Chapter: 35/? Word Count: 1917 Words

Chapter Summary: The one where everyone else falls asleep during movie night, so naturally, Bellamy and Clarke start playing a drinking game.

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Clarke glanced up at Bellamy the third time Miller grunted in his sleep. He rolled his eyes so hard it had to hurt and Clarke hid a laugh behind her hand. Everyone else had voted this stupid paranormal ghost movie and they all fell asleep. Monty was asleep in front of the armchair, Jasper was sprawled out in the armchair, but Miller was on the couch, and he was the one Clarke was the most surprised at. He had lobbied the hardest for the movie. Harper and Octavia had somehow both managed to lay with part of themselves on him; Harper on the floor with her head leaning on his knee, while Octavia was laying across both Miller and Bellamy. Bellamy motioned for her to follow him and gently extricated himself out from under O’s feet, then grabbed a couple things from the counter and led her outside onto the balcony.

“This is a horrible game.” Bellamy grinned as he poured equal parts rum and coke into two glasses.

Clarke took a sip and frowned. “Well, you’re a horrible bartender.”

“There needs to be some actual risk here, Clarke.”

About forty-five minutes later, they had managed to get mostly tipsy through cheap shots in a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’. The game ended up functioning as a way to get to know each other a little more deeply without it feeling like an intimate conversation. They talked everything from childhood pets to their first relationships to when they lost their virginity. She had to admit to her mild crush on a girl in her painting class, which led to a discussion about her parents’ reaction to her coming out as bi when she was fifteen.

She tried to get him with ‘Never have I ever slept with someone I had no intention of being in a relationship with.’ He had to drink, but it led into a conversation about how in love he was with the first girl he slept with. Clarke thought about asking him to elaborate, but his face was dark, so she kicked him before taking her own sip, exaggerating the motion to make him laugh.

He tried to get her with ‘Never have I ever been the valedictorian at my high school.’ Her grumble through her drink was cut off when he took a drink as well. She was pretty sure her eyes almost fell out of her head. He smirked and she decided she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

“Never have I ever gotten turned on in our human sexuality class.” Bellamy choked on his drink and Clarke grinned when he glared at her. “Sometimes you get a little flushed around your ears when the professor is talking. That’s your tell.”

“Fine.” He took another drink. “Never have I ever been sure what I wanted to do with my life.”

“What would you say if I told you that I don’t know what I want?”

“Bullshit. I’d say you were lying to get out of drinking.”

Clarke glared at him. “But now I don’t hate pre-med and I actually really like working in the clinic.”

“But,” he pointed a finger at her, “it’s not making you doubt your desire to be an artist, is it?”

“Well, no, but—“

“Drink.”

“But—“

“I win. Drink.”

Clarke tried to shoot him her evilest look as she took a drink. That was when she noticed that they were both sitting with their legs dangling through the railings. It made her panic a little. She had been incredibly drunk the last time she assumed this position. It looked a lot more dangerous in the slightly-more-sober darkness of night. Bellamy smiled as though he could read her mind and let his forehead rest against the railing.

“This really is a comfortable position,” he said.

“And super dangerous. How are you not worried that we’re going to fall?”

“Are you calling me fat, Princess?” He brought a hand up to his chest with a look of mock offense. “I resent the implication. I work out four times a week.”

“Hush.”

Clarke bumped his shoulder with her own and he smiled, leaning back to grab more rum for her cup. “It just means that you haven’t had enough to drink.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Blake?”

“You know it, Griffin.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and took another sip. He was ridiculous. But something he said stuck with her. “So, you’re really not sure what you want to do?”

He shrugged. “I love history. I’m glad I picked it. But what am I supposed to do with it?”

Clarke scooted back a little before she pulled her phone out, unwilling to risk the drop, and immediately searched for ‘history degree uses’ on her phone. She scanned the list, mostly unimpressed, because she knew Bellamy could do so much better than most of this. She felt the grin light up on her face when she reached the bottom of the page though. “I found it! You’ll be a lawyer."

He made a face and she laughed. “No way.”

“Yes way. You’re great at arguing. It’s perfect.”

“Veto.”

“Ugh, fine.” She scrolled back up the list a bit. “What about looking at museums?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she bumped him with her shoulder again.

“You wish. Have you thought about looking into working at a museum?”

He shrugged again. “I kind of thought about it. I’m worried it would end up being boring.”

“But you could research all your fun history facts and get paid for it! And no one would be pretending to be interested in the weird shit you say!”

“I don’t know. It might be interesting. Next suggestion?”

“Ooooh, what if you were like Indiana Jones?”

“He wasn’t a historian, Clarke.”

“What? Yes he was.”

“He was an archaeology professor.”

All of a sudden, a picture of Bellamy standing at the front of a classroom in a tweed jacket, bowtie, glasses, and khaki pants, and she started laughing hysterically. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get rid of the image. Bellamy nudged her with his foot and the frown on his face just made her laugh harder.

“What the hell is so funny?”

Clarke could hardly breathe, so speaking normally was just out of the question. “You…. Tweed… Glasses…. Oh my god, the bowtie….”

Bellamy laughed uncomfortably. “I don’t even know what you’re saying.”

“I just….” She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down. It helped. A little. “I pictured you like Indiana Jones in the beginning when he’s dressed up in his professor clothes.”

“Because he is a professor.”

“Yeah,” she laughed again. “But it’s so funny.”

“To picture me as a teacher?”

“No!” He sounded offended, and embarrassment took over her. She didn’t want to offend him when they had been having so much fun. “That’s not that hard, actually. It was… it was the outfit.”

“But you can picture me as a teacher,” he said, face deadpan.

She shrugged. “Well, yeah. I mean, you’re always forcing some random history factoid of the day on all of us. Hell, Miller won’t even let us watch historical fiction with you anymore, because you’re so obnoxious about it.”

“You guys watch historical fiction without me?!”

“That’s hardly the point, Bellamy.” She pushed him and he pretended to fall back, clutching an empty cup to his chest. He stared up at nothing for a few moments and hardly glanced over when she laid down next to him.

“So, you don’t think it’d be weird if I was a teacher?”

Clarke smiled even though he couldn’t see her. When she forced herself not to think of him in argyle with tortoise-shell framed glasses, it actually wasn’t hard to picture. “Well, look at how much Jasper and Monty adore you. You’re smart and you’re driven and kids would probably love you, because you can be a dumbass, too. Even though you drive us crazy, everyone listens to you most of the time.”

“Except you.”

“Well, I’m a princess. I don’t have to.” He elbowed her and she let her head fall to the side to look at him. He was looking at her, too, something unreadable on his face. “What?”

“Thanks, Princess.”

“For what?”

“Immediately leaping into action? I don’t know.”

“You’re being weird.”

“You’re being weird.”

“Very mature, Bellamy.”

“I never said—“

“Stop. Stop it right now. Maybe you should be a teacher purely so that you’ll be around people on your level.”

“I thought you said I was smart!”

The door to the living room slid open and they both jumped. Miller leaned through the door, studying the scene in front of him. He frowned when he saw the open bottle of alcohol still resting by the railing. “I can’t believe you didn’t wake me up when you started drinking.”

Nathan Miller Jan 17 at 10:27pm I would like to take this moment to thank Clarke and Bellamy for not drawing on our faces while we were sleeping, and instead taking the opportunity to get shit-faced on the balcony…. You see what happens when you don’t show up, Wells? – with Harper McIntyre, Octavia Blake, Jasper Jordan, and Monty Green

Clarke Griffin: We weren’t drunk! Bellamy Blake: We were tipsy at most. Nathan Miller: Whatever. I know what I saw. Wells Jaha: Shit. I always miss drunk Clarke. My life sucks. Clarke Griffin: Well, don’t skip movie night FOR A DATE next time! Octavia Blake: Ooooooooooooooooooooooh Harper McIntyre: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Jasper Jordan: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Wells Jaha:Stop. Bellamy Blake: Hey. One of us has to get laid around here. May as well be the senator. Wells Jaha: Damn right. Bellamy Blake: Get it. Clarke Griffin:I’m starting to think that you’re the one hooking up with Wells, Bellamy. Wells Jaha: You’re just jealous. Nathan Miller: Jealousy is not a pretty color on you, Clarke. Bellamy Blake: I can’t help it. He’s smooth. He’s the Denzel of our generation. Octavia Blake: Oh my god. Clarke Griffin: You’re not even in our generation, Bellamy. Monty Green: Get a room. Raven Reyes: Holy shit. What did I miss? Octavia Blake:Nathan , Bellamy, and Wells have this weird threesome going on and none of us know how to handle it. Nathan Miller: Hey. Don’t involve me in this. Harper McIntyre: Please. You’re just as involved as Bellamy. Raven Reyes: Well, I am officially excited to visit and meet him. Bellamy Blake:Nathan , you’re so involved it’s not even funny. Nathan Miller: Not as involved as you and Clarke on the balcony last night. AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT Octavia Blake: WHAT?! Monty Green: WHAT?! Raven Reyes: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!!?! Jasper Jordan: WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN HOLDING BACK FROM ME?! Harper McIntyre: WHAT?! Wells Jaha: WHAT?!?!?! Clarke, do we need to have a talk about safe sex? Octavia Blake:WELLS , DON’T SAY THAT WHEN IT’S REFERENCING MY BROTHER EVER AGAIN Bellamy Blake: Oh my god. Clarke Griffin: We were just drinking on the balcony. Wells Jaha: Right… I knew Bellamy was cheating on me.. Bellamy Blake: Seriously? Jasper Jordan: Uh-huh. I feel so betrayed right now. Monty Green: Stop it, Jasper. Bellamy Blake: We were talking about MY CAREER, you guys. Nathan Miller: While laying on the ground?? Raven Reyes: Suuuuuuuuuuuuure Bellamy Blake: Oh god. Clarke Griffin: I hate you, Nathan. Nathan Miller: You love me.

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Let us fill the gruvia tag with some positivity. What are your top 5 gruvia moments?

Ooooh yes, let’s fill the tag with the positivity we deserve!!

1) “I am here with you” - chapter 366

This is my favourite moment SO FAR. I love that Gray clearly wants to confort her so badly and cannot help but hold her hand and say: I AM HERE WITH YOU. Juvia is genuinely worried, her facial expressions say it all. I just love how natural this moment is, the setting, everything. It takes proudly the #1 spot.

2) “You are so warm” - chapter 416

This is like everyone’s fav moment hahah well it is perfect and also huge. Juvia wanted to give up but Gray didn’t let her… he showed her his raw emotions, his tears. They shared the loss of Silver together… a piece of history together. What I appreciate the most is that Gray was angry at first only to lose it at the end; you can totally see how much he does need Juvia- he reaches her, buries his face in her chest, and then PUT HIS ARMS around her waist. I love these moments, and also Juvia gently stroking his hair at the end. This moment is so symbolic… Gray’s ice is finally melting because Juvia is the warmth he needed the most! And the snow?!  Everything about it was p e r f e c t.

3) “I wanted to protect you” - chapter 499

Honestly I’d say 499 overall xD but yup, having Gray say these words was… A+. This and what comes before, so that he didn’t want to hurt not a friend but HER, Juvia. Gray had secretly sworn to protect her since the beginning: Tartaros, GMG, Tenrou… and especially in Alvarez. He had been watching over her the whole time. We just had the confirmation of it and it was beautiful because Juvia as well swore to protect him when they met, and I wrote so many posts about Gruvia and the theme of protection!

4) “I am grateful to have you” - chapter 453

Well, the panels tell everything xD hahaha this was a nice parallel to the balcony scene in GMG, and Gray couldn’t have said it better: he likes to have Juvia by his side and the only thing stopping him from having the future he wants is END- and Zeref. This was a well snap to the haters faces who believe Gray despises Juvia. Flash news, he doesn’t. It’s so clear the answer will be positive, I have had no doubts about that. Just look at THEIR faces! I cannot wait for this moment, Gray is finally ready ♥

5) “We can work better than them” - chapter 321

I have a thing for Gruvia holding hands xD they did it sososo many times! Gray’s trust in their teamwork is the highlight of the chapter, it’s hella true they work perfectly together- they’re ice and water after all! This scene was both powerful and cute, last but not least in my chart :)

Thanks for the question!