#that you pull on so the cast members can confirm that you have it on and also that it’s secure

[bumpscosity]

I don’t think I ever posted abt this but I think it’s funny anyways last time I went to disneyland I went on so many rides that when I got in the car to go home I put my seatbelt on and for a split second I freaked out bc I couldn’t find the yellow strap to pull on 💀

[annwrites]

⸻ remind them i shall.

· pairing: aegon ii targaryen x fem!reader · type: one-shot (i'd like/intend to write more for this pairing in the future, however!) · summary: aegon seeks your sage advice in what he should do about the incessant disrespect his small council heaps upon him, as his tolerance for it grows ever-shorter. and then he utilizes it. · word count: 1,847

"What would you do, if it were you?"

You tighten your arms round his right one, your chin atop his shoulder, watching as the sun casts his silver waves in light, making them appear near-translucent as they sway softly in the breeze. His violet eyes cast off into the distance, past King's Landing, toward the north-east. Toward Rook's Rest.

He slides his forearms further forward, hands clasped atop the marble railing of the balcony while he awaits your response.

"I would remind them of who you are to them, precisely, first and foremost: their king. The king. Not brother, not son, not friend. But the righteous head which wears the Conqueror's crown. The voice of the Seven Kingdoms. Their strength. And their comfort."

You press a feather-light kiss to the soft material of his black velvet tunic. "Each member of your Small Council is of importance, I will not deny this. But, mayhaps, they need be reminded that—just as your grandsire was when he dared take his disrespect too far—they, too, can be replaced."

He thinks on the advice you have offered him for a moment, and then he gives a single, solemn nod. "Remind them I shall."

He turns toward you then, your arms falling away as he leans down, taking your face between his gentle hands and kissing you long, deeply, his plush lips spreading your own apart as he slips his tongue inside, flicking against yours before he pulls away, his mouth hovering a breadth's width from your own.

"Do you love me?" He whispers.

Your lips turn upward into an amused smile as you press your body to the front of his own—strong and sturdy and yours. "With all my heart."

His lip twitches, eyes stinging. He will never tire of hearing it, for you are the only one who speaks it.

He had so feared such confirmations—such words—would never grace his ears again after the night of Jaehaerys' murder—when he had been taken by a wild rage stemming from grief—but he had won you back, even after shouting those horrid, hateful words toward you after one of the Kingsguard fled his chambers in search of you to hopefully soothe him.

He had been screaming of war, and if the wrong courtiers had heard...

It had been a mistake, however, when you had uttered his name from the doorway. He'd looked at you with loathing then. And those venomous words spilled from his lips—disparaging you; your origination.

The look of heartbreak across your features was instead quickly overtaken by shock—betrayal. He would never forget it.

More things broken by his destructive hands.

He harms each thing he touches.

The poison drips through.

Mayhaps that was why Jaehaerys...

No.

The monstrous cunt Rhaenyra—he would never refer to her as 'sister', for she is no blood of his—was solely to blame.

Her and her cronies.

But how he had made one of them pay.

Blood had been an apt name indeed, once he had finished with him in the dungeons of the Keep. Blood had poured. From every crevice. His mouth, his eyes, unspeakable orifices.

And still it had not been enough.

Hanging the rat-catchers had done little to soothe his fiery temper, either. Watching their bodies swing from the walls of Flea Bottom as crows came to pick at their corpses had instead filled him, eventually, with regret.

How many innocent lives had he taken that had done naught wrong? And then he considered himself no better than those cutthroats which had taken his beloved little boy from him.

He'd briefly—but for only a moment—considered mounting Sunfyre and taking to the skies as he razed the capitol to the ground, until it was naught more than a pile of smoking ash, taking his life last as he commanded his dragon—dracarys.

But he had refrained, knowing not even he could go a step that far. Could stomach it.

He'd summoned you to his chambers again later that night, and you'd found him sitting before the fire, lost within madness.

The moment you stepped toward him, though, he fell to his knees, clutching at your skirts like a child might do with its mother when it knows it has done wrong, and he wept until he could hardly breathe, begging for your forgiveness.

For you not to leave him, too.

To please stay.

Gods, please stay, he'll do anything. If only he could take it all back.

You had forgiven him in an instant then, understanding why he had done it. Even if the knowledge had not made those hateful words much easier to digest.

And then he had gone to bed, his body curled against your own, head resting on your stomach as you ran your fingers through his hair, humming to him The Song of the Seven until his quiet, sobbing hiccups turned, instead, to steady breaths of rest.

He kisses you one final time, before telling you to wait for him. To entertain yourself as you liked in his absence, as he convened an emergency Small Council session.

Aegon stares down each person seated at the table before him, giving each a long, leveling look, hand idly toying with the stone seated in its small marble dish before him, considering throwing it at Aemond's smug face.

Alicent sighs dramatically. "Aegon—"

He turns his head sharply toward her, eyes full of fire as he stares into her own. "You will address me properly as 'Your Grace', or not at all."

She quickly shuts her mouth.

He stands then, pushing in his chair, gripping the back of it, his eyes continuing to roam.

"For too long have I allowed the disobeyance of this Council. It ends today. Here. Now. By order of your king."

Aemond raises a brow, and Aegon takes note of it, doing the same in challenege.

"It seems as if you have all forgotten who I am to you first."

He raises his chin, crown resting comfortably atop his head for perhaps the first time since his mother placed it upon his brow.

His eyes flit to her first. "I am not your son."

Then to Aemond. "Not your brother."

To Martyn. "Not your friend."

He licks his lips. "And while he, the Ser Otto Hightower, is not present—which each of you should most certainly take note of why that is: due to his own disrespect—not his grandson."

He levels a gaze of austerity. "I am your king," he states in a resolute tone.

"I did not ask for this. Was not named my father's heir, despite the pleasant lies you may tell yourselves. And yet here I stand, doing my duty."

A beat of silence.

"Mayhaps at times I need guidance," he states with a slight shrug.

"And I intend to listen to that which is given. For that is the purpose of each man and woman here. But when it is given demeaningly," he glances to his mother. "It shall not be considered."

She bristles.

"I will not be a political puppet to be flouted about at any person here's leisure. If you wished for different?"

His jaw twitches.

"You had that opportunity. And you forsook it in place of me instead as your sovereign. You made your choices. And now you will either live with it, or other arrangements will be made."

Ser Tyland lets out a nervous chuckle. "Which we should take to mean what, Your Grace?"

His eyes flit to him. "I mean to give this warning only once to each of you. It shall not be repeated again. If you fail to obey, you will either be returned to whence you came and replaced—and I assure you, you are each indeed replaceable; for The Hand has already been, not only under me, but by my late father as well—or you shall meet the King's Justice."

Alicent and Jasper's eyes widen.

"I do not desire to rule as a tyrant, but I will not rule as craven, either."

He considers for a moment. "I do not wish to belittle the importance of any one person present today. You have each earned your place at this table. But, mayhaps, you have all grown too comfortable, and now instead feel entitled to the chair from where you sit."

He briefly considers having their own replaced by those comprised of swords as well. No member of the court should sit easily while war is brewing.

Why should he be the sole body to suffer?

"To plot covertly without my input? Without my knowledge? It reeks of sedition. How am I meant to lead if I am not so much as made aware of the current state of things as they are? How should I be referred to as incompetent as those I am meant to trust above all else scheme without my leave?"

He stands tall, hands resting behind his back. "It ends today. Any further whispers of such behavior shall be met with punishment befitting the crime."

"Now," he claps his hands together, causing Grandmaester Orwyle to jolt in his seat. "I will hear, from each of you, acknowledgment of what we have discussed here today."

He looks to Jasper on his left.

He nods. "Of course, Your Grace. You have my obeisance."

Orwyle meets his eyes, and Aegon gives him a small nod, knowing he is the one person at this table whom his trust has not wavered in. "Of course, Your Grace."

He gives him a small smile before his eyes flit to Ser Tyland, who gives him a nervous grin. "Y-yes, Your Grace. My office is at your complete disposal."

Aegon gives him a sardonic look, pleased by the sound of fear which laces his voice. "I did not doubt it," he replies flippantly.

And then Aemond, who merely 'agrees' with a hum.

Aegon's hands tighten. "You will speak your agreement, or you may be dismissed to join our grandfather in Oldtown, if you so wish."

Aemond leans back. "And who would fight your war for you, atop the largest dragon in the world?"

All remain quiet.

Aegon leans forward, resting his forearms atop the back of his chair, clasping his hands. "Dragons can be reclaimed, as you well know."

Aemond glances to Alicent then, who keeps her eyes downcast, then back to Aegon. "Yes, Your Grace," he states flatly.

"Good."

Lord Larys gives him a pleasing smile. "I am ever your humble servant, Your Grace. Such whispers will be reported to you at once, you have that with my surety."

Aegon gives him a brief nod.

Finally, Alicent's eyes trail slowly upward, to her son. Unsure of whether to be frightened...or proud.

She briefly, in this light, sees his father looking back at her.

"Yes, Your Grace."

He takes in the moment then, briefly—satisfaction flooding his veins—knowing: it is the first step in this new, right direction for his regency.

A conqueror they desired? Then one they shall have.

For more than just ostentatiousness.

[cy-cyborg]

It's been confirmed that there are 3 amputees in the main cast of Dragon Age: the veilguard - Neve (leg amputee), Bellara (arm amputee) and your inquisitor (arm amputee). So as an amputee myself, here are some things I'd like to see.

Note: these aren't predictions, just things I'd really like to be included.

The inquisitor doesn't use a prosthetic (I already talked about this in its own post but with 3 amputees, and 2 of them already being shown to use prosthetics that, lets be honest, do look like "perfect replacement" prosthetics, it would be nice to see at least one who doesn't)

We will get to customise our inquisitor in chatacter creation, so I would love, if they do use a prosthetic, for there to be some customisability to it (im not holding my breath there but still).

Neve and Bellara's prosthetics aren't perfect prosthetics, and they are actually acknowledged as being disabled while still being active members of your party.

There's some kind of party banter between Neve and Bellara about some of the downsides/problems with their prosthetics, not necessarily in a "poor them" way, but in a "ugh, don't you just hate it when you can't get the stupid thing on in the morning" kind of way.

I get a kind of jokey/adventurous vibe from Bellara, I hope they aren't affraid to let her use her prosthetic for pranks or jokes. I don't think neve would, but I can see bellara having a blast with it.

I hope the prosthetics come off during down time. No amputee wears their prosthetics 24/7, it's uncomfortable, and they get heavy and sore after using them all day.

I hope we see Neve express some frustration or see her alter her walk animation on rough terrain. It's hard to get a clear look because the trailers she's been shown in are so dark, but her foot doesn't look articulated, which is going to change how she walks, even just a little bit.

I hope the prosthetics don't break - this is a trope I'm starting to notice more and more, where someone has a perfect prosthetic that is only not a perfect replacement when it breaks, usually for plot reasons, at which point the character in question is forced out of the action until its fixed. DA has forced companions out of your party for story reasons before (e.g. solas after you free his spirit friend and he needs to cool off) so I can see this being used for plot, and I really hope it's not.

The inquisitor, Neve and Bellara compair prosthetists (the maker of the prosthetic) and maker techniques.

I really doubt they'll do this but I'd love it if random NPC's approach you if you have any of the amputees in your party to ask what happened and/or make weird comments at them ("but cy, that would be so annoying and inconvenient!" That's the point. So many people do that to irl amputees, and it's never at a convenient or even safe time, and I've never seen it happen in media. A game is arguably the best place to have it happen, in, say, a random event similar to the ones that could happen in origins)

In that same vein, I'd love to see a scene where someone approaches the inquisitor to call them an inspiration- you and the inquisitor assume it's for, you know, beating corripheus (I know I spelled it wrong lol) and saving the world, but it's revealed the chatacter has no idea who the hell the inquisitor is and just means it's inspiring that they're out in public "like that" - referring to their arm. This also happens to me all the time, and you can't tell me some snooty orlesean or tevinter noble wouldn't make those back-handed compliments, lol. You also can't convince me that any version of the inquisitor would just accept that

I hope none of the chatacters are used as inspiration porn ("don't you worry Rook! I can still pull my own weight on the team despite being an amputee, you just have to give me a chance to prove myself!")

At least one of the chatacter's stories of how they lost their limb is left untold in game (we don't always need to know how it happened if it's not relevent to the plot).

Like I said, these aren't predictions, just my hopes. I wouldn't hold my breath for any of these to be honest (bioware has not been the best in term of disability rep in the past) but A lot of them wouldn't be hard to implement and could take the representation from hardly even acknowledging their disability to something actually pretty decent disability rep-wise. It's also pretty rare to have so many characters with the same kind of disability in the cast of such a mainstream piece of media, and I really, really hope they do something with that because you can have a lot of fun with that.

[prof-ramses]

What we (indirectly) learned from the TADC update

So many adventures and characters announced!

Where do we start? How about we do (sort of) chronological order

Starting with...

The only one we have a name for! This is also the one we see the most of, so it's probably in episode 2.

And here we have some colorful denizens of the seeming medieval and western confectionary realm:

So we have a gummy-gator sheriff, a chocolate blob, what might be a more distinct varirent of Dr. Football (the bath mannequin) and a literal Candy Queenie.

This just proves to me that TADC will pull a Psychoville and give the oldest main cast member the first spotlight episode. The actual character significance is something we'll get to later.

Now, adventure no. 2. Spudsy's!

You can see the brand name on the bag, btw.

The glove might belong to Spudsy, themselves, it might actually BE Spudsy, or it might just be a floating glove. Time will tell.

But Jax being so freaked out makes me wonder if this will actually be his episode. I'm actually not sure if this is episode 3 or 4 and, again, we'll get back to this.

We also learn the blue sphere person is (likely) the base template of the Spudy's customers.

Now, The Ghost Manor!

The only confirmed shots we get of it are of a little ghoulie and the Ghost Hostess from the teaser. This is my other contender for episode 3 or 4. The reason I'm unsure is this:

We get these very similar shots of a recorder classed as a new character, and Kinger beating someone with a shotgun. The light makes it seem like this might be in the ghost episode, or it might be a Kinger's backstory related flashback/delusion.

And lastly, the sport adventure we get teased with:

As the only unrelated asset we see, I'm guessing this will be in episode 5.

On the production side, we have this in the description:

From how she's talked about it before, it seems Goose currently plans on 1 season while planning to leave enough room to continue the series with a second season at some point.

And most importantly, we're looking at May as a likely, though importantly, not confirmed, release window for episode 2.

In conclusion, GET HYPED!!!

[fandoms--fluff]

Good morning, can you do a Danielle Rose Russell X reader where they are dating, and the reader go support her during ' I was Feeling Epic....Again in Mystic Falls' , She sees her in the crowd and get all shy and happy

All Shy and Pink

Female reader x Danielle Rose Russell (+ Kaylee & Jenny)

Warnings: none, just cuteness

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You cheer with the crowd as the cast of Legacies goes up on the stage. You're sat in the third row from the stage, eyes tracking Danielle's movements as she sits on her chair. She has no idea you flew to Georgia and arrived last night. It's a surprise you planned for her since you've both been so busy and have been missing each other.

The panel starts with a heap of people all lined up neatly, which is a bit surprising, but nice, to ask the cast questions. There's laughter and amusement radiating from the cast and the audience.

You try not to flush too much and to your own amusement, not bust out laughing, when someone gets to the microphone and asks a question about Danielle's girlfriend, which would be you. They've only seen you in a background of a live and a story of Jenny and Kaylee's on behind the scenes of legacies throwback.

Danielle obviously flushed right away at the question. Meanwhile Kaylee and Jenny chuckled, knowing the younger woman's utterly in love and infatuated with you.

You pulled out your phone and recorded her response, saving it for later. Her response was so sweet and you could see the love in her eyes.

"...And she's the best person to be around no matter my mood." She smiles lovesick.

"If you don't believe her, don't worry, we have proof" Jenny raised her eyebrows in encouragement, pointing to herself and Kaylee. "Ooh yeah" Kaylee smirks back at Danielle's embarrassment of her two best friends.

The cast and crowd chuckles at the teasing circle of the three friends.

As the panel goes on, you have a hard time not staring at Danielle, even if she's not the one talking or answering a question. Though at one point your eyes traveled over to Kaylee beside Dani, and your eyes lock.

Kaylee's mouth shaped into an 'o' shape before she smirked, discrettly looking from you to Danielle and back. She asks you with her eyes about confirmation, and you nod back, a smirk playing on your face, mirroring hers.

While Jenny answers a question about her character's wardrobe change during the seasons, Kaylee leans to the side and nudges Danielle in the side. The younger girl looks over to her friend, her eyebrows furrowed together in question.

Though instead of answering, she nodded into the crowd. Skeptically, Danielle turned her gaze into the crowd and searched around for what Kaylee was getting at.

And then her eyes landed on you.

You, her beautiful girlfriend who she had no idea was here.

Her cheeks immediately flushed, and you mouthed 'I love you', making her eyes widen and smile lovestruck.

"Ooh, what's got your attention Ms. Russell?" Jenny puts the focus onto Danielle, noticing the playful smirk on Kaylee's face and the flush on Dani's face turning more concentrated from her question.

"Um..nothing" the younger woman answers, shyness making its way into her voice. "Uh huh," Jenny says all 'serious'.

Before Jenny could probe more at Danielle, and much to the woman's relief the call for the panel ending is said.

They all said goodbye to the crowd and walked down the stairs to behind the stage. They went onto the huge grass field, occupying some of the other cast members from the vampire diaries and the originals and tents for shade containing tables with water for them to stay hydrated. Except for one.

Kaylee stayed behind and waved you over as everyone started standing from their seats to leave from this panel. You nod your head and sling your purse over your shoulder before discreetly walking over to her, hoping no one in the crowd takes notice.

Once you get there she leads you back stage and pulls you into a hug. "Hey Kaylee" you chuckle. "Hi" she pulls away, "Oh my gosh, I missed you so much. Aaand, I'm pretty sure your wifey missed you as well" Kaylee raises her eyebrow multiple times in a row for teasing.

You steer your direction over to where Jenny is grilling your girlfriend for answers to her question that got cut off from the ending of the panel.

"I should probably go save her, huh?" You cross your arms, leaning against Kaylee, who's arm is around your shoulders.

"That's probably a good idea, yeah" Kaylee chuckles and waves you off 'enchantedly' making you playfully roll your eyes and start you short journey over to Dani and Jenny.

"There's gotta be a good reason why you were as pink as bubblegum up there" you hear Jenny say with a teasing smirk.

Before Dani can answer, you bud in, "I think I may know the answer" you say, making them both turn towards you.

"Y/n/n!" Danielle exclaims and runs into your open arms. She hugs you tightly, head nuzzled into the crevice between your shoulder and neck.

"Hey, baby" you wrap your arms around her back, holding her closes to you. "You miss me?" you smile after ten seconds of her in your tight hold.

"Mhm," she nods into your skin, inhaling your floral perfume.

You start to rub one of your hands in circles on her back before looking up to the taller woman in front of you both. "Hey, Jen" You smile.

"Hey! So you're the reason our sweet friend became all shy and pink" Jenny teases, a big smile playing on her face as well.

That made Danielle slacken her grip on you a bit and turns to look up at Jenny. "Shut up" Dani gets all shy again.

"Oh, I'm sure she didn't mean it" You kiss her forehead, and as soon as she looks away, you wink to Jenny.

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

did you know they were dating?

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pairing: club pres! mingyu x vice pres! reader

↬ tags: nonsense fighting which i pulled out of thin air, this time ft the hiphop unit, i saw this trope about lovers who fake hate each other on the outside but love each other deeply on the inside and i was like "wow thats kinda cute", quite wholesome towards the end-ish, hinted jokes

summary: you and mingyu's relationship in the eyes of your friends

word count: 1.1k words

seungcheol: "I KNEW IT. i just knew that the amount of tension bouncing off each other would have brought them closer together."

"i literally just came and they're already going at it? great, just great." seungcheol enters the room, shaking his head. he haphazardly dumps his bag at the back of the club room, joining vernon and wonwoo who were observing the entire fight go down.

there you stood with your arms akimbo, glaring right back at an equally emotionally-charged mingyu, who wasn't going to back down in this argument.

"i don't get why our members should following your steps! you're making them do extra when they can simply refer to my method which concisely explains how to go about planning events such as this." you tapped the whiteboard repeatedly to prove your point.

he makes a show of carding his hand through his dark brown locks, "this is how i was taught from our advisors, going the longer way is tedious but this evokes discipline from our future members. don't you see that?"

"um...actually" wonwoo cautiously raises his hand up and the two of you (almost comically) stared at the bespectacled boy, simultaneously hollering, "not now wonwoo!" seungcheol casts his gaze over to the two of you, almost neck to neck as you both breathed down each others throat.

a moment of realization hits him and seungcheol made a face, "i'm going to stand outside. call me when this shitshow is over."

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wonwoo: "wait...they're dating? uhhhm. good for them i guess?"

wonwoo sighs unhappily, having been caught in the middle of crossfire. he feels his attention waning, homework long forgotten. the classroom has been vacated of everyone, except for the three of you who stayed back to revise a little more.

"wonwoo, can you tell mingyu that he's being the unreasonable one?" you leaned over, wagging your finger. mingyu gasped exasperatedly, "wonwoo, you tell that bugger to shut it!"

wonwoo felt himself get jostled by the bigger male and he huffs, "you two quit it! it's just a minor issue!" silence blanketed the three of you and wonwwo stiffens in his seat.

did he touch a nerve?

"you. outside. right now." you abruptly get up from your seat and spun on your heels, not turning back to look once. wonwoo gulps, "wait, i didn't mean..."

"don't worry about it." mingyu rolls his shoulder back a couple of times and wonwoo stands up in attempt to break off the fight, "mingyu-yah, maybe you should calm down--"

mingyu shoots him a look and wonwoo immediately zips it, sitting back down in defeat.

what did he get himself into?

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vernon: "i had a hunch, but this just confirms everything. thing is, why would they choose to fight to show they love each other? that's...so weird."

vernon exits the toilet, the corner of his eyes attracted to the scene unfolding right outside the clubroom. mingyu was talking with you (nothing unusual), only for the fact that his hands were grasping yours while you had your head inclined forwards, avoiding him. vernon couldn't make out the conversation, but judging from the looks of things it wasn't going well.

"what kinda fight is that...did it have to get so personal..." vernon mumbled, still hovering by the restrooms so he didn't need to awkwardly go through the two of you to enter the clubroom.

he continues observing mingyu, who was leaning closer to you by the second and you huffed, shoulders moving animatedly with whatever conversation that had you so worked up. vernon nearly gasped out loud when he witness mingyu pulling you in for a hug; vernon desperately rubbed his eyes again to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him.

with sweaty palms, he pulls out his phone to hurriedly snap a picture, no doubt to send it to the group chat that didn't have the two of you inside. the sound of the camera shutter seemed to get your attention because just when you jerked your head towards his direction, vernon ducked down and out of sight.

he vaguely hears you murmuring, mingyu's baritone voice lilting in the quiet along the hallways. vernon remained motionless with bated breath, waiting for you two to walk away from where he was.

"that's right, just keep walking...walk away from me, please, please...!"

as soon as he couldn't distinguish anymore sound coming from you two, he makes a run for the clubroom, bursting through the door.

"guys! you won't believe what i just witnessed!!"

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mingyu: "i think...our bantering has gone a little too far." you: "a little? you fight with me every opportunity you get!" mingyu: "am not?!"

"did you really have to pull that stunt in front of our juniors?" you chuckled lightly and mingyu delights in the way you were slightly bumping shoulders with him as you two stroll leisurely out of school.

"i mean, all banter aside, i love you. you know that right?" mingyu refutes back, an age-old statement that never fails to worm its way into your heart. he repeats it once more, earning him a giggle from you.

you rolled your eyes, reaching up to ruffle his hair playfully, "i know that. say, maybe if you showed your loving side to me, then people would take you more seriously."

"you really think so? i think our fellow members get a kick out of us bickering. i bet they keep tabs on us too." you hummed at mingyu's statement.

"nah, i like it when you get up close and personal with me." mingyu finally concludes, adding on, "i love it more when you're feisty, you know?" he exaggeratedly pouts his lips, making kissy faces as you mock-disgustedly push him away.

"YOU'RE NASTY KIM MINGYU!"

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[lucidlivi]

That's How You Do It

Requested: @heavenlyackles

Tags: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester @perpetualabsurdity @antisocialcorrupt @k-slla @jackles010378 @suckitands33 @deans-spinster-witch

Warnings: alcohol consumption, pining, jealousy, some language, and hot sex!

switching point of view indicated with italics.

Reader

I thought I was at peak happiness when I got the call from my agent, telling me that I had been casted in the new CW show supernatural. It was my first big break, and I just had a feeling this show was going to change my life.

It was the happiest moment of my life.

I didn't know when joining the cast that I'd gain a best friend and a family. I loved all the cast, but found myself closer to Jensen than any other cast member. He was my best friend. It was a good thing we were so comfortable with each other, considering our characters played love interests on the show. It made filming a lot less awkward.

"on your marks." the director yelled.

Jensen and I smiled at each other before getting in to character. We were about to film a scene where our characters have an argument but kiss and make up.

I was nervous for the kiss. It wasn't the first time we'd kissed on screen, but it was the first time that the feelings behind the kiss were moving off screen.

I wasn't exactly sure when I blurred the lines of our friendship. I just knew they were definitely blurred. I was completely in love with him, and he was either completely clueless, or knew and just didn't want to hurt my feelings because he didn't feel the same.

either way, we had a good thing going, and I wasn't going to ruin our friendship by spilling feelings.

"and action."

I quickly put on an angry face before delivering my lines.

"you can't be serious Dean, this is suicide!"

"yeah well it's all we have right now." Jensen said putting prop weapons in the trunk of the impala.

"there has to be another way."

Jensen flipped around getting in my face.

"there's no other way, don't you get that? if we don't do this.." Jensen tapered off his line with a shake of his head and then flipped back around continuing with what he was doing.

I walked to my next mark, standing beside him.

"why do you always do this?"

"do what?" he grumbled.

"think that you have to do everything alone?" I recited.

Jensen was quiet, as he took a deep breath, signifying his character was in distress. I placed a hand on his arm, following the script.

"I'm here Dean, please let me in."

I took a shaky breath, here it was, the kiss.

Jensen turned around, wrapping his arm behind my back, and crashed. his lips to mine. I put my hand on the back of his head pulling him closer. I was so lost in the kiss, I barely heard the director yell cut.

Jensen pulled away leaving a tingling feeling on my lips.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Jared joked coming in to the shot.

"you're just jealous you don't get to kiss Jensen." I joked, taking a sip from my water bottle that was sitting nearby.

"Oh please I can kiss him anytime I want." Jared said placing a wet sloppy kiss to Jensen's cheek.

I gagged making both boys laugh.

"just because it's your birthday, I won't punch you for that." Jensen laughed.

Jared was about to respond when the Director informed us we'd be done shooting for the day.

"so eight o'clock right, we're all meeting for drinks?" I questioned making sure I knew the plan for tonight.

Jared shook his head confirming. Jensen was unusually quiet. He usually was lately after we finished filming kissing scenes. It made me feel that much worse.

"I'm going to go get ready then, see you guys tonight." I smiled turning away from my costars.

Jensen

"dude when are you going to tell her?" Jared spoke as soon as she was out of sight.

It was no secret that after all the hours of filming with her, all the scenes where our characters were kissing, or wrapped up in each other that the lines between acting and reality had blurred.

I found myself looking forward to kissing or sex scenes, anyway that would give me the chance to be close to her. I swear the writers wrote more in to the script just for me.

I was in love with her, and everyone knew... well everyone except her.

or the other possibility, the one that kept me from revealing my feelings, was that she did know, but didn't feel the same.

either way, we had a good thing going, and I wasn't going to ruin our friendship by spilling feelings.

"uh how about never"

"so you're just going to keep pining after her like a love sick puppy?"

"you know what Jar, your birthday only lasts for a few more hours, and then I'm punching you."

"besides, I don't even know what to say to her, I get all nervous." I added feeling exactly like a love sick puppy.

"you get nervous?" Jared laughed.

"you know now I don't even care that it's your birthday, come here." I growled putting him in a head lock.

Jared was easily able to get out of it due to his sheer height.

"look man, all I'm saying is she might have feelings for you too."

I looked at him for a moment. I guess it was possible, but I wasn't about to get my hopes up and ruin everything we've built.

"yeah I'm good with never."

"J, I'm trying to help you out here, I mean god damn you got a boner just from kissing her." Jared laughed.

I looked down to see I was indeed sporting a noticeable boner. I quickly adjusted myself so it was no longer noticeable.

"you tell anyone about this and you won't make it to your next birthday." I threatened him with a stern look.

"got it, jerk." Jared smirked shoving my shoulder.

"bitch."

It was silent for a moment before a booming voice broke it.

"how are my two favorite sons?"

Jeff came up wrapping an arm around me and Jared. He wasn't that much older than us in reality, but never the less treated us as if we were his real sons.

"just trying to teach Jensen how to flirt." Jared spoke up making me hit him in the gut.

"you still haven't told that girl?" Jeff asked looking at me disappointedly.

"I"m going to need both of you to hop off my dick." I grumbled walking to my trailer.

of course they both followed, continuing their agonizing teasing.

"I don't see why you won't just tell her, I mean it's been four seasons." Jeff said fixing his hair in my mirror.

"I told you guys, we have a good friendship, and feelings ruin friendships." I said stripping out of my Dean costume and into a red flannel with a pair of jeans.

"unless girl reciprocates feelings, then friendship turns into relationship and then friends can finally stop haggling you." Jared said pushing my buttons.

"look I'm not telling her, and that's final." I growled exiting the trailer.

god they didn't know when to let shit go. I wasn't followed this time and I was thankful. I grabbed a beer chugging it.

I call it pregaming before tonight.

Jared

Jeff and I watched Jensen leave in a huff.

"he's really got it bad." I said causing Jeff to nod his head in agreement.

Jeff looked at me, a mischievous look on his face.

He was plotting.

"I like that look, what are you thinking?" I grinned.

"what if we make him tell her?" Jeff said.

I scoffed, yeah like that's ever going to happen.

"how do you suppose we do that?"

"Jensen's never been one to handle jealousy well, I think I have the perfect idea! Now come on, birthday boy can't be late for his own party now can he?"

Reader

I smoothed out my black party dress before applying a thin layer of lip gloss to my plump lips.

"okay who are you and what have you done with my girl?"

I turned around giving a smile to Genevieve. She was a recurring character on the show, and now Jared's girlfriend.

"I could say the same about you, are you uh dressing up for Jared's after party present?" I smirked, looking at her very revealing outfit.

"is it too much?" Gen asked covering her body.

"no, not at all, he'll definitely be smitten." I smiled running a hand through my hair.

"not as smitten as Jensen will be with you." Gen said, grabbing my lip gloss before applying some to her lips.

"I don't think so."

"please, that boy literally drools over you, everyone sees it." Gen said pushing her boobs up to make sure they looked good for Jared.

I rolled my eyes at her laughing.

"you're ridiculous Gen."

"think what you will, but I have a feeling this will be quite the interesting night." she said before skipping out to meet the boys.

"oh I'm sure it will be......for you." I muttered before joining her.

Gen was already lip locking with Jared, and I'm sure giving him a taste of what was to come later. I locked eyes with Jensen giving him a smile. He looked handsome in his red flannel and jeans. He always looked handsome though.

"you look beautiful." Jensen said offering me a smile.

"not to shabby yourself Ackles." I smirked.

He was about to say something else when arms wrapped around me from behind in a hug, hoisting me in the air.

"there's my favorite firecracker."

I instantly recognized the voice as Jeffery Dean Morgan. It's been awhile since he was on the show as his character John was killed off in season two.

"Jeff put me down." I laughed.

He instantly put me down, turning me around so I was facing him. He looked different. He was sporting white in his hair and beard now. Don't get me wrong he still looked incredible, just different.

"how have these boys been treating you?" Jeff asked glancing at Jensen with a smirk.

"same old same old although Misha takes the brunt of the jokes now." I laughed.

"yeah, no kidding." Misha said, appearing with his wife.

I greeted fellow cast mates and friends before everyone dispersed in to the bar to start celebrating Jared. I ordered some whiskey, going to look for my friend. I felt my chest tighten as I saw Jensen talking to a beautiful blonde.

"need a drinking partner?"

"only because it's you." I smiled as I turned around to meet eyes with Jeff.

Jensen

"like can you believe that?"

I smiled at the woman, she was a fan and was talking my ear off. I didn't want to be rude, because I knew without my fans I wouldn't be anywhere, but at the same time, I couldn't wait to get away from this girl to hang out with the girl I really wanted to.

"yep, totally unbelievable." I gave a stale response hoping she'd get the gist, but of course she didn't.

I let my eyes wonder around the bar as this girl droned on with a story I didn't really care about. I was looking for one person in particular. I finally spotted her at the end of the bar, the sound of her laughter filling my ears. I felt my chest burn with jealousy as I saw the source of her laughter.

Jeff sat beside her, a bottle of whiskey between the two. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he told her something else making her laugh.

What the hell was he doing? He knows how I feel about her!

"are you okay?" the girl asked waving a hand in front of my face to grab my attention.

"sorry, I uh gotta go."

I walked over finding Jared who was grinding with Genevieve. I grabbed his arm making him protest.

"do you see that!?" I exclaimed pointing towards where they sat, a little too close for my liking.

"I see two friends talking." Jared shrugged.

"okay that's way more than friendly." I grumbled.

"If it bothers you so much why don't you go say something." Jared said as if the solution was so simple.

"I can't then she'll know that.."

"that you're jealous." Jared smirked.

"I am not jealous." I scoffed.

"no, not at all." Jared said his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

"maybe I'm a little jealous."

"a little?"

"don't push it." I growled.

"look dude, I doubt anything is happening, you know what Jeff is like when he's drunk, he talks out of his ass and he's a little too affectionate." Jared tried to assure me.

He was probably right. I was just being paranoid.

"now if you don't mind my girlfriend is looking exceptionally hot tonight, and is exceptionally horny."

I gagged pushing him away from me back towards Gen.

I couldn't fight the feeling of dread. I sat down at the bar ordering a couple shots. I kept my eyes on them, wishing I'd have the courage to go over and interrupt.

I wasn't going to ruin our friendship.... I just had to keep telling myself that.

I didn't realize how long I'd sat watching them until I saw people starting to disperse. Jared and Gen dipped out awhile ago and were no doubt fucking somewhere right now.

I felt my heart drop as Jeff got up, offering her his hand before leading her towards the door. I growled as she went with him willingly. I tried to calm my demeanor as they were passing me.

"oh hang on Jeff, I forgot my phone." (y/n) said dropping his hand and running back to the end of the bar where they were sitting.

Jeff turned to me, and I could no longer control my jealous rage.

"that's how you flirt with a pretty woman." Jeff whispered offering me a smirk.

If we weren't in a public place, I'd probably get up right then and there and punch him in the face. I can't believe he'd do something like this to me. I thought he was my friend. I was about to respond but she came back in to view.

"ready to go?" she asked with a smile.

"absolutely." Jeff smirked.

"you okay J?" I heard her sweet voice ask.

I was the furthest thing from okay, but I doubt she cared anyways.

"just peachy." I grumbled.

Jeff smirked one last time, leading her out of the hotel bar. I purchased a fifth of whiskey, taking it up to my room to drown out my sorrows in booze. Any chance I had was now squashed, and I was absolutely miserable.

Reader

I woke up with a pounding headache. I definitely drank too much last night. I got up stretching my limbs, before throwing on a sweatshirt. I was going to go check on Jensen as I didn't get to talk to him much last night.

At first I was talking with Jeff to distract me from the fact Jensen was chatting with a girl, but then I found myself genuinely enjoying his presence. I forgot how easy he was to talk to, and I missed his company. I knocked on Jensen's hotel door, hearing a faint come in.

I walked in to see Jensen sipping coffee with a frown on his face, his hair sticking up in different directions.

"damn what happened to you?" I joked collapsing on his bed.

He was silent as he sipped his coffee and read the newspaper.

"oh god I'm never drinking again." I groaned putting a hand to my head dramatically.

"you shouldn't after last night." Jensen grumbled from behind the newspaper.

I sat up on the bed confused. What in the hell was he going on about? I didn't do anything last night?

"what are you talking about?"

Jensen sighed before setting down the newspaper.

"do you even remember last night?" He asked.

"uh yeah.." I confirmed even more confused at what he was going on about.

"so you meant to do that?" He scoffed.

"J, what are you going on about?"

He grumbled before picking up his coffee cup again.

"it's nothing... I just didn't think you'd be a one to have a one night stand with a costar."

I nearly choked on my saliva. I burst in to a fit of laughter causing Jensen to glare at me angrily.

"hold the phone, I didn't sleep with anyone." I said still laughing.

"but you and Jeff?"

"were talking about our mutual love of 80's music, extensively might I add, he wanted to show me a new vinyl he got, so we left the bar and went to his room so he could show me. I listened to it with him and afterwards went to my hotel room to sleep.... alone." I said emphasizing that I was alone last night.

I could see Jensen's cheeks don a rose color in embarrassment.

"god I'm an idiot." He laughed.

I joined in his laughter nodding my head. He really could be and idiot sometimes.

"I can't believe I thought you actually slept with Jeff." He said shaking his head in disbelief.

I gave him a confused look.

"not uh that there's anything wrong with Jeff, I mean he's a great guy and all, it's just that he's not uh..." Jensen nervously rambled.

"not you?" I questioned before biting my lip.

Jensen was taken back by my words.

"were you jealous J?" I asked taking a step closer to him.

He scoffed trying to play cool.

"of course not, I'm not a jealous guy."

"oh good, so it won't bother you that we made out a little bit while listening to the vinyl." I shrugged trying to get under his skin.

"wait really?" Jensen asked, his face falling.

I felt really bad now, his voice sounded broken .

"no not really, I just wanted you to admit you were jealous." I smirked.

Jensen breathed a noticeable sigh of relief.

"fine, I was jealous." Jensen whispered.

"what was that? I didn't catch it?" I laughed wanting him to admit it louder.

"I was jealous okay!"

"J, you have no reason to be jealous." I smiled.

"of course I do, god you're fucking perfect, and any guy would be lucky to have you, and here I am completely in love with you and too scared to do anything about it for fear of messing up our friendship when you inevitably tell me you don't feel the same way."

I felt my mouth drop open in shock. Jensen was in love with me?

Now this was officially the happiest moment of my life.

"and I know I probably just ruined everything anyways and you probably don't..." Jensen started to ramble on but I cut him off.

"shut up and just kiss me already." I smiled.

Jensen looked shocked but wasted no time closing the gap between us before slamming his lips on mine. I kissed him back hungrily pouring all of my pent up feelings into the kiss. I gripped the ends of his hair tugging it as our mouths devoured each other. He grabbed my ass making me gasp, he took that moment to slip his tongue in my mouth deepening the kiss. I pulled away after a moment, gasping for air.

"you really are an idiot sometimes." I laughed as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"you don't know how long I've wanted to do that off screen." Jensen said taking a deep breath.

"I stopped acting a long time ago." I said cupping his cheek with my hand.

"does that mean?"

"I love you too." I spilled.

Jensen's eyes lit up as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I grabbed the back of his neck bringing him back down in a kiss. I was the one to slip my tongue between his lips this time, deepening our passionate kiss.

"you have no idea the things I've dreamt about doing to you." Jensen panted as he came up for air.

I placed a kiss along his jaw line, kissing to his neck.

"why don't you show me?" I whispered seductively.

Jensen didn't need anymore convincing. I squealed as he picked me up in his strong arms, throwing me on the bed. I watched as he ripped his shirt off revealing his toned chest and abs. I clenched my thighs together, getting hot just at the sight of him alone. He hovered over me connecting our lips once again in a heated kiss.

I gasped as he moved his lips from mine, down to my neck. I could feel him suck on a sensitive spot making me omit a moan. His hands traveled under my sweatshirt, slowly removing it from my body. I instinctively covered my chest, feeling insecure laying under him.

"don't, you're breathtaking." Jensen said removing my arms.

I relaxed a little bit as his lips went back to my neck, this time traveling down my collarbone towards my breasts. His hands grabbed the straps of my bra gently pulling it down exposing me. I could see his eyes fill with lust as he stared at me.

Jensen removed my bra completely before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I moaned as his hands traveled down my sides to my clothed heat. He started to rub me through the fabric of my shorts, driving me insane. I rolled my hips in to his hand needing more friction.

"Jensen please." I whined.

His lips released my nipple before crashing back on my own. I took the opportunity to fumble with the tie on his sweatpants before reaching my hand in and palming him through his boxers.

"I love you so much." Jensen said with a pant.

"I love you J."

"I want to make love to you."

"please.”

with my consent he put his hands in the waist band of my shorts, pulling my shorts and panties down in one swift movement. I was already so hot for him.

"damn baby, already ready for me." Jensen smirked licking his lips.

"I want you so bad baby." I whined tugging at his sweatpants.

Jensen smirked before standing up to discard of his sweatpants and boxers. I felt the blush creep on my cheeks as I stared at his length. He caught me, offering a smirk before pulling out a foil, opening it and unrolling it on to himself. Jensen hovered back over me, returning his lips to my own. I gasped in to the kiss as Jensen slowly slid inside of me.

"you alright baby?" Jensen asked wiping some hair that was stuck to my forehead.

I adjusted to him quicker than I thought.

"move J please." I whined.

"as you wish princess."

Jensen moved his hips, pulling out before sliding back inside. I moaned as my fingers trailed up and down his back. Jensen thrusted softly at first before picking up his pace. He snuck kisses in every now and then. I moaned loudly as he thrusted harder in to me, making the bed shake.

"fuck baby, I've been waiting so long for this." Jensen moaned.

"you feel so good J." I panted, digging my nails in to his back.

Jensen snapped his hips a few more times before I noticed his thrusts becoming sloppier.

"I can't hold it much longer baby." He whined.

I moaned in response, feeling the knot in my stomach getting tighter and tighter. A few more thrusts had both Jensen and I spilling our arousal on to each other. I moaned heavily, riding out my euphoric high. Jensen slowed his thrusts before pulling out completely, making me feel empty inside.

I watched as he disposed of the condom before collapsing beside me He pulled me to him, allowing me to lay my head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around me, the other going behind his head to prop him up.

"I knew I loved you shortly after we met, I didn't want to ruin our friendship either, in case you didn't feel the same." I said looking up at Jensen.

"I've wanted to tell you for so long, I just couldn't bring myself to, in case you didn't feel the same, It wasn't until I saw you with Jeff that I realized that I needed you to know."

"I guess we should be thanking him then." I joked.

"yeah about that.." Jensen smirked reaching for his phone on the night stand.

I gave him a confused look as he pulled up Jeff's contact information, typing him a message.

: and that's how you man up and get the girl....hope we didn't disturb you too much 😏

I laughed at Jensen flaunting us.

"what's that about?" I asked.

"that is a story for a different time, I have years of pining to make up for." Jensen laughed flipping us over to so he could kiss me again.

Yep.

This is peak happiness.

Author Note:

I hope you like it! I loved this request, and it's honestly my favorite thing I've written on here so far! I can't wait to do the others! If you enjoy it please heart, reblog, comment and follow! I adore you all!

xoxo

Liv

[thatanimewriter]

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE.

➳ synopsis: the boys can't help but micromanage the catering at their wedding and he really needs to just sit down and enjoy his special day

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing (soma), cameos of other cast members, could be taken as platonic or romantic, ryo wants to be husband material

➳ notes: i just think they'd never let someone take care of cooking at their own wedding without coming over to check to make sure everything is perfect, so here are some short ficlets

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.  

he knows his dad won't royally fuck up his wedding (he thinks) but there is an inkling of anxiety when he's reminded of his disgusting creations, especially when his dad got up to do his little speech. it's not like his dad was the only chef for tonight, ryo and hayama had also joined the fray, perhaps to honour their previous victory as the top 3 at the autumn elections.

"stop hovering," joichiro grumbled, seasoning the meat at his work station. "you're supposed to be sitting down with your partner, go do that."

soma whined in response, reaching to grab a knife but got his hand slapped away. "what if you serve something gross?"

"i won't, i won't."

"soma!" you called, arms crossed. "you asked them to cater, let them do their thing," you said, pulling him away from the kitchen.

he sighed as he was dragged along, but called out to his dark-haired companion before he was forced out. "i can cook better than you, i'm married and you're not!"

"HUH?!"

"even hayama got married before you," he continued, a mischievous grin glued to his lips.

"I'LL CATCH THAT BOUQUET AND SHOW YOU I'M HUSBAND MATERIAL!" ryo yelled, earning a cackle from soma as he ran back into the reception hall.

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

they say old habits die hard, and that certainly is the case for tsukasa. shuffling his way to the kitchen, he twiddled his thumbs as he watched his elite ten cohort churn out dishes with knitted brows and a trembling gaze.

"tsukasa, you're the one who stopped us from having fun at your wedding, at least let us do our job," rindou teased, searing the meat in her pan.

he gasped in horror, "you're not having fun? should i have asked someone else to do it? what if the others aren't having fun? what if people are only here because they felt bad-"

"come back to the reception hall, tsukasa, people want to talk to you and congratulate you," you stated, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "they've got it covered, you know these people are good."

"ok..." he mumbled, timidly walking away.

"oi, tsukasa! you owe us a round of drinks after we're done here!" rindou called, a cat-like grin on her features.

"ah, please don't get drunk at my wedding!" he cowered, immediately running back to the kitchen.

"you're being a bad husband by leaving your spouse alone," she joked, shaking her head in faux disappointment.

"am i?!"

"yup," you confirmed, gripping his hand and dragging him back into the reception hall as he fretted over his capabilities as a husband.

[walkininawincestwonderland]

so A Thing just happened to me that I never thought would happen because oh my god I got recognized in Real Life (bestie if ur reading this shoutout to you you know who you are!)

okay so I do community theatre and I and another cast member were chilling on the sidelines bc it wasn’t our call yet. We’re both artists and we were sharing photos of our art y’know as bored artists do. I had a bunch of various fandoms’ worth of fanart in that folder, but only non-Wincesty fanart for the spn stuff. This friend had confirmed to me that they were not a destiel shipper vehemently enough to make me go 🧐🧐🧐 but I was still playing it safe because I didn’t want to start beef with a genuinely cool person over shipping.

anyhoo. At the next rehearsal we were talking, I drop in that I like Ethel Cain (drew art of her at one point) and this person looks me dead in the eyes and says “I know what you are.” And I’m like ‼️‼️‼️

But they seem amused so I pull up one of the more innocuous Wincest Ballet AU Pics and am like “yes. You know? You get it??” And they’re like YESSS

cue the angelic chorus of relief

so then of course i have to dig out the ship art bc GAGHHFGH and I pull up one I’ve posted on here and they’re like “yeah I’ve seen that one”

“This wasn’t in the folder?? How did you see it?”

AND THEY SAID TUMBLR

AND IM LIKE OH MY GOD YOU KNOW MY TUMBLR WHAT THE FUCK

yeah apparently they recognized my FREAKING ART STYLE and they had suspicions but they weren’t confirmed until the Wincest art. Because they saw it. In the wild. Sometimes I forget real people look at my stuff and I can just happen upon them randomly

anyyyyway now we’re mutuals and I’m rethinking every thirsty thing I’ve posted here because oh god

😂😂😂😂

[cinnabunwanda]

SCAREDY CAT ˗ˏˋ꒰ BUCKY . BARNES ꒱ -> drabble

content warning — fluff only!

pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes

summary — yn and Bucky are celebrating a beautiful day in Wakanda, where he fulfills his father's dreams, He meets T'challa, who presents him with a sleek metal arm for his service. yn helps him put it on and tests it out at his house. He reveals his feelings for yn and takes her to his bedroom, where he kisses and bites her. making yn feel completely under his spell.

word count —  n/a

The sun shone brightly over Wakanda, casting a warm golden light over the bustling city. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and music as people enjoyed the beautiful day outside. T'challa stood by a small table, carefully cleaning his suit while I sipped on a refreshing glass of pineapple juice beside him.

"This is pure bliss," I chuckled, taking in the peaceful atmosphere.

"My father would be so proud, if only he could see us now," T'challa said with a proud smile.

"Everything is perfect - the unity, the love, the feelings. There is no place on earth that can compare to humanity here in Wakanda. You have truly fulfilled your father's dreams and gone above and beyond," I smiled, gazing out at the joyful people dancing, training, and singing.

"She's right," a deep familiar voice came from behind me. Only when he sat next to me did I recognize his handsome face. "Nice to see you, Bucky," I grinned.

T'challa walked over with a large case in hand. "This is for you, Bucky," he announced.

"Your service to the kingdom of Wakanda is irreplaceable," T'challa continued, opening the case to reveal a sleek metal arm.

"I can't thank you enough," Bucky said gratefully.

"Now L/N, help him put it on. I must join in on the festivities!" T'challa chuckled heartily.

I glanced at Bucky before turning back to his stump where his arm used to be. "No way," I protested.

"Yes way, please?" Bucky pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, but I'm literally terrified right now," I admitted.

I rolled up his sleeve and helped attach his new arm. "Is it on?" I asked nervously.

"That's what she said," Bucky laughed, causing my eyes to widen before I hit his shoulder.

"You perv!" I giggled. "Yes, it's on," he confirmed, flashing me a charming smile.

"Now why don't you test it out?" I suggested. Bucky picked up a few sticks and threw them with ease before practicing his shadow boxing. Only when he slowly walked towards me did I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach.

"Buck?" I asked shyly as he approached.

His hands slid around my waist and he looked down into my eyes. "Good, I can still feel," he winked.

Just as I was about to pull away in protest, he pulled my body flush against his. "You can't deny your feelings for me," he whispered.

"I'm not," I breathed before leaning up to kiss his lips. His hands rested on the small of my back as the kiss deepened.

"Your house or mine?" I asked breathlessly when we pulled away.

"Yours," Bucky laughed.

When we reached my house, I fumbled with the lock before being pressed against the wall. His lips met mine again, this time with more urgency and hunger.

"This will truly test out my new arm," he smirked against my lips. He carried me to my bedroom, throwing me onto the bed as we quickly shed our clothes.

"You have the great soldier Y/N at your mercy," I teased as he climbed on top of me.

"That may be true, but you have me completely under your spell," Bucky grinned, licking his lips hungrily. He trailed kisses and bites across my neck before making his way down to my thighs. With a nod from me, he removed my panties and placed his metal hand on my clit while using his tongue on my entrance. The sensation was cold yet electrifying as he expertly moved both his fingers and tongue against me. It didn't take long before I was coming undone under his touch.

He slowly removed his hand and pulled off his boxers, resting his member at my entrance. With a nod from me, he slowly began to enter me, making sure to give me time to adjust to the feel of his metal arm against my skin. As we moved together in perfect rhythm, I couldn't help but marvel at the strength and gentleness in Bucky's touch. In that moment, it didn't matter that he had a metal arm or that we were in Wakanda - all that mattered was the passionate connection between us.

My head fell back in ecstasy as he pushed into me, his head resting gently in the crook of my neck. As he began to move, I felt his hard member graze my sweet spot with each thrust. His movements became more urgent, delving deeper inside of me each time. With ragged breaths and sloppy kisses on my neck, I could tell he was close to reaching his peak.

As my nails dug into his back, releasing all the built-up tension inside of me, he too let go and collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The metal arm that had once seemed intimidating now felt comforting and safe in this moment of pure intimacy.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Since it's an all boys school do you think the all faculty members must be male? I know the NRC nurse is female but do you think she's the sole exception?

To my knowledge, the NRC nurse has yet to actually be confirmed as female 😅 “The nurse” has been referenced in a few instances (by Crewel in 6-20 of the main story, by Trey in Riddle’s Labwear vignettes, etc.) but the nurse is never physically around, nor is the nurse’s gender stated. I think there may be some gender bias playing into this, as people tend to assume nurses are women, when, in fact, they can be men too (just as there are women doctors)!

The important NRC staff we know of are all male, but I don’t believe they’re the only ones for the entire school. It’s probably because they’re the only relevant ones + the devs don’t have the time and resources to make unique staff characters for every single subject or specialty area at the school. That’s likely why so many tasks are handled by reused ghost NPCs instead of other teachers. (More on this topic in this post!)

To answer your question though, I don’t think NRC has an arbitrary requirement that all staff be male. Single sex schools irl don’t have this rule either, the instructors and other school staff are co-ed. If a place of employment were to reject someone’s application just because “they’re not the right sex for our institution”, then in most cases that would be blatant gender discrimination 💦 You… can’t (or rather, shouldn’t) do that.

Again, I think that it’s the limitations of the game design of TWST that we don’t see female staff. The target audience is, after all, mainly straight women. We also see this reflected in the gender imbalance in TWST in general: you can only pull for male characters, and the vast majority of the cast itself is male. Female characters tend to have much smaller roles. That’s just the nature of TWST.

[cosmical-flowers]

Helloo!! I was thinking about your dangan au and I had this MASSIVE idea

I don't know if you are planning to add Nazumin in the second game, but if you do, let me give you an idea for his execution.

His motive would probably be something like Sayaka, for the fellow Ra*bits members. Maybe the monoshoji (if I wrote it wrong pls tell me :( )would tell him that Tomoya (if he is in the older game) has been executed/killed, and the only way he can confirm it is to kill someone. Or maybe they'd tease him with shu's execution and drive him crazy until he decides to murder someone.

And for his execution, I feel like since Nazu has a lot of trauma of being controlled and feeling trapped, they would force him into a small locked room and tie him with strings just like a marionette then slowly pull them from all sides so that he gets slowly ripped off and in the middle of the dark room before he dies they show him the execution/death as a fulfilment of his last wish.

Also a quick question, is the au based on the same idea from the last chapter in drv3 or just a mix of the second and first games? And are there any ideas you have that you can spoil us with them a little? I'm just overly curious LMAO

IM SO GLAD PEOPLE LIKE THIS AU RAHHHH!!!! Tomoya is in the game im currently writing, so possibly for the second game Nazuna can be added! Im thinking it’s gonna be a mix of the second and first games, maybe a possible idea where it ends up like the last chapter in the 3rd game. But mainly with the lore I have so far, it’s gonna be similar to the first game!

The Nazuna execution … owaugh. I like the similar motive idea that you had! Im thinking for the first chapter in the second game, that would be the motive. And the execution is such a great idea! I was also thinking of another execution where he’s placed in a small crate and shaken around a lot, like he’s being shipped somewhere. At the end of the execution, it would be hinted that he was literally shaken to death and was made into fried rabbit! (cough cough, Mondo’s execution, cough cough)

Im 100% considering a second game as well because of how many people like the first one. Maybe when im done with the journals for the first one I can post possibly a cast list!

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

GUYS I'VE OFFICIALLY LOST IT-

So. Awhile ago, I saw this post, right? Basically it just said that Sera and Sir Pentious' cards have very similar compositions, and that Seraphim, which is what Sera is, are often associated with serpents. Interesting, but could still be a coincidence, right?

So anyways I checked the reblogs and saw somebody say they should kiss. And now I'm insane.

Because like... the only thing we know really about Sir Pentious' potential story arc in the show is that he's gonna have a crush on one of the other characters. And the only thing confirmed about his sexuality(to my knowledge) is that he is attracted to women. We don't really have any way to know who his crush is, because there are a lot of women in Hazbin Hotel, but could still be noteworthy, right? And like... okay this is gonna sound like the most "trust me, bro" evidence I could possibly pull out of my ass at first but I just need you to hear me out here, okay? Sera's crown and Sir Pentious' hat have a lot of visual similarities. Here's a helpful diagram :)

Which like. Okay. Could literally be nothing, right? Except for two small things that I can't let go of: One, Sir Pentious' goggles + the v-shaped brim on his hat were added to his design AFTER he was given a more prominent role in the show-

(Pilot design, back when he was meant to be a one-off villain of the week vs current design as a member of the main cast)

And two, the Hellaverse shows kind of have a tendancy to use visuals in order to signify characters' relationships to eachother. It's also just a pretty popular form of symbolism as a whole tbh, but the Hellaverse has a lot of really good examples. Like, for instance, how Vaggie's new outfit is a lot closer to Charlie's color pallette than any of her previous designs, or this really good breakdown by @/raeynbowboi about the symbolism of hearts in Hazbin Hotel and how they pertain to Angel Dust/his relationships! It's from awhile ago so some of the info is a tad outdated, but overall I do think the analysis holds up. Meanwhile, in Helluva Boss, Moxxie and Millie have basically the same color pallette and they were the most functional relationship in the entire show before before Fizzmodeus came along. Which, speaking of those two...

See, I made this diagram because, after I pointed out the similarities between Sera and Sir Pentious' headgear to my dad and asked him if those kinds of similarities were a valid form of analysis(because I am but a humble highschooler that doesn't know everything about media analysis, and also I felt like I was losing my mind-), my dad said that I should look at the creator's(Vivziepop's) other works to see if couples having similar motifs was a recurring theme. So obviously, I picked my favorite couple in either show and disected their designs for every little detail that could maybe possibly be an intentional parallel. And while some of it is kind of iffy, like Fizz's limbs being the same kind of blue as Ozzie's tufts could just be a way to show that Ozzie made them, or both of them having uh, two things sticking off of their head(that one's definitely a reach-), I think stuff like both of them having hearts as a recurring detail in their designs or having lITERALLY THE SAME EYE COLOR??? Are pretty good evidence that Viv/the Hellaverse design team tend to use visuals to signify characters relationships.

ALSO!!!! If the Fallen Angel Vaggie theory ends up being true, there could be some interesting parallels to draw between Chaggie and Sera/Sir Pentious! Something about like... demon royalty/random angel vs angel royalty/random demon. Could be used to draw parallels between how the two societies treat that kind of thing idk.

So, now that all the meta evidence is out of the way, we can get down to what really matters: would these two work as a couple? Do their personalities mesh well togther? And the answer to that is!

IM SORRY FOR USING THE GIF IT WAS A GOOD JOKE IN MY HEAD BUT TYPING THIS OUT IDK IF IT'S ACTUALLY FUNNY-

But in all seriousness, I don't actually know. We just... haven't seen enough of Sera to know for sure. In fact, this whole theory is based off of small details that definitely add up to SOMETHING, but could very well be pieces to some very different puzzles that I'm trying to shove together because somebody jokingly suggested that they would fit. Like, the parallels really COULD mean something, and it COULD have something to do with Sir Pentious having a crush on another character, but like. There could also be a million other answers to both of those questions, y'know? I also have a tendancy to make wild conspiracy theories about genuinely inconsequential details... I almost never talk about them publically, but still. Though I will say, based off of Sera's description in the leaks, I could definitely see a world where she bounces off of Sir Pentious pretty well. Her description in the leaks very much gave me uh... Isabela cover of Surface Pressure vibes, y'know? Shit that is- that is a weird way to describe that but most people on here have seen Encanto right? Y'all get it? And Sir Pentious is both a Victorian Gentleman Type and completely unhinged. Like... idk there's something there. I could maybe see it working. But at the end of the day, it's just too early to tell.

That being said I WILL be trying to pump out some fanart of these two before the actual show comes out and crushes my crackshipping dreams. Also their ship name is either SeraPentious or PentSera I can't decide.

Edit: Wait a second... SeraPent. Serpent. PUN!!!!!!!!!! Okay I think I'm going with SeraPent-

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E27

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 27th | behind the scenes | the daring interviewer, zena daren, isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty and advertise krayt house’s first full-length pornographic series. the new frontier of breaking through this industry’s stigma is a challenge she’s up to face. joined by any member of the cast that’ll lend their mouth to the microphone, zena wants to know the answers to questions the people are too afraid to ask. WC: 0.6k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker, zena daren (oc) WARNINGS: no reader | adult film au | spoilers: october 22nd | mentioned: sexual content, adult film industry

KRAYT HOUSE M.LIST | NAVI | INBOX | @KRAYTHOUSE

“I’m dying to know,” Zena begins, clutching onto the edge of her clipboard as she engages with her on-screen counter part. Anakin Skywalker regards her with a glance and a nod as he takes a sip of his provided and Krayt House labelled water. “Episode twenty-two, what’s the story there?” In case— for whatever reason— it could be sensitive subject as a condition, Zena lets him fill in the gaps.

“Oh, sexsomnia?” he confirms, rather bored as he places as bottle aside his chair leg. “Don’t believe everything you see, it is a set. No, I wasn’t asleep.”

“But…” she presses, eyeing him through her brows and he concedes.

“I have it.”

“How did you discover something like that?” There’s a genuine interest bubbling within Zena that Anakin tilts his head at. It’s easy to oblige her, he has no reason to hide it.

“When I was, uh,” He gestures vaguely with his hand. “making videos with someone I used to see. You know, home stuff— before I got started in all this. She was letting me crash at her place.” By the sound of his voice, his past isn’t a story he likes to dig up, but for some reason he’s relaying it for Zena, glancing into the camera lens every so often. “I was kinda living out of my car at the time.”

Zena didn’t realize that aspect, a delicate line to her inner brow as he listens intently.

“Anyway, sharing a bed it’s a little hard to hide. Didn’t know I had it. It comes from… stress? I think.” Anakin wipes a hand down his face. “She started making me sleep on the couch.”

It’s time for a subject change. Especially because Zena’s getting too hung up on the girl Anakin used to see. Part of her itched to deep search his history to see if she can uncover any of these old home videos he’s referring to. “Is this our last interview together, Mr. Skywalker?”

He stretches his lips into a thin line, etching dimples as he nods with feigned solemnity. “That it is, Ms. Daren. You gonna miss me?”

“Oh, yes. I always miss my most difficult interviewees. I mean, you just now started opening up to me and it’s time to move on.” Her words are sincere, even if she’s pulling his leg— it’s worth it, because she managed to pull a genuine grin from him. An exceedingly rare, and dazzling image. She’s sure she’ll think about it for months.

“Oh, I am?” he questions in a taunt, raising his brows as a low chuckle escapes him. “Well,” he checks himself, adjusting in his seat as he crosses his arms. “you’ve got my information, you know where to find me if you need anything from me.”

“Exclusivity?” Zena dares for the long-shot, a suggestive and hopeful countenance replacing her features as she side-eyes him. If only she could lock him down as a steady client, she’d have rights not many could get. He’s already a social recluse in this industry, and if he likes her as much as she thinks he does, maybe she’ll get lucky.

He moistens his lips, rolling his tongue between them as he keeps that intense gaze on hers. “I can’t promise that,” he chides playfully, “I have a career, and you,” he points to the camera leisurely, “have an audience.”

“Not like that, Mr. Skywalker. My goodness, you are a flirt.”

“Don’t play that game with me, I know you let me do it because you think it keeps me coming back.”

“Will you?”

He hums inquiringly.

“Keep coming back?”

A pause.

“We’ll see, Zena.”

[bcomic-blog]

Tonight in El Goonish Shive

HOLY

SHIT

Okay, I'm not sure how people generally come across this post. I'm assuming MOST have already read the update first. But I don't doubt that for a few tumblrites seeing this in their dash is their reminder, "oh hey, I should check out the new page"

Just in case, I ain't saying fuck all about this page and especially not SHOWING anything from this page without a cut...

(Maybe I should always do this? But especially tonight.)

If you are not caught up with EGS up to the Wed 12/6 update proceed no further, this is your warning lol

WOW!

I wanna call this a HUGE update, where so much happens. But technically we learned almost nothing new lol. Most everything that is confirmed about Mist in this update we already knew, basically...

Quick review of all of the plot points that Mist is part of:

Alternate universes aren't all equally "alternate"

The universe that the Griifins come from is inherently connected to the Universe the main cast live in. For simplicity, we'll call them Moperville and Avalon:

Like Moperville. Avalon has Uryuom and Seyonulu people. In Moperville they live in secret, disguised as humans. In Avalon, they live openly, but as a distrusted and opressed minority. Evidently it is believed that they originally arrived with intent to conquer, and they are legally prohibited from touching tech out of distrust that they aren't STILL plotting something

(Fuckin Dwight, man...)

So, on the Moperville side magic is a secret on the verge of coming out, but on the Avalon side, magic has been open for a long time. On the Moperville side humans believe they are the only sapients on Earth, and they aren't far off. Secretly, there are also some Uryuom and the Immortals, but that's mostly it. On the Avalon side, humans are one of a variety of sapient species, including Griffins, unicorns, and we haven't yet seen who all else. But the humans are a minority with a monopoly on political power, which is concentrated in those who have what is called a "royal aura"

So, the ENTIRE point of everything that happens in the "Balance" chapter is that Liam (the owl griffin) is sympathetic to the plight of the oppressed Uryuom, so he arranges the entire rigamarole of himself getting mind-controlled to attack royalty all as a distraction to pull one of the guards (Dwight) away from the portal from Avalon to Moperville, allowing three insurgents to sneak through to our side.

Their plan is to use the fact the Uryuom can use magic on the Moperville side again meaning that over here they can use magic items, specifically:

this thing, to allow them to STEAL the Royal Aura from someone over here, then go back with the aura that has always meant you are considered one of the powerful few on the Avalon side, and use that power to end the oppression of Uryuom and Seyunolu people.

There are three members of our cast that it's confirmed have a royal aura:

So in this page, Mist is looking for a way to supercharge the dream search, which is what happens in the NP chapter "Parable" which had been in a state of "canon, but it hasn't happened yet" but with tonight's upfate i assume it's going to finally happen!

Evidently, though, Seyunolu, unlike griffins. can't just see a royal aura. So that's Mist's part of the job: he can sense a being's auras and stuff, but only by entering their dreams, a process that wasn't finding their candidates very quickly. (Not too surprising,as they would have focused on the wealthy and powerful based on the mistaken assumption that if the Royal Aura people didn't rule openly here, they must be ruling from the shadows...)

So-- as I said at the beginning-- we don't actually learn a lot that's totally new about Mist... except we now know for sure that he is a Tulougol Seyunolu with a combination of human, Uryuom, and Unicorn... but that always seemed the likely bet. And we learned what he looks like without his disguise (which is one hell of a cool character design!)

I mean, wow!

Before this, it seemed likely this character would look like some sort of Unicorn/Human, but we couldn't be sure if that would look cool

It does!

So, at first when I read this I thought this was a confirmation of the character's NAME, but no, that had been confirmed a while ago, i just missed it!

For a long time this character was known by a placeholder name: "Mystucorn":

BUT, in passing, the leader called him "Mist" a while ago, as easy as this was to miss!

Another cool thing this page does is give Mist's pronouns. This is helpful because he has a very feminine appearance, even more so than the androgynous Noah, and it would be easy to accidentally misgender him. BUT that one also isn't actually new info: Mist's gender was established WAY back in his first appearance:

But there is one other COMPLETELY new thing established in this page: the NAMES of the other two Seyonulu involved in the plot to steal a royal aura, as well as their roles!

Saou is the leader who the plan is to make into Seyonulu royalty, and Potestas is essentially the bodyguard.

At this point I think it is safe to say which is which in their various forms and disguises going back to their earliest appearances!

Mist:

(note the uryuom antennae!)

(the scene with different shaped speech balloons to distinguish different speakers)

And finally:

Now...

Saou:

And

Potestas:

So, anyhow, this is all super exciting, I can't wait to find out what happens next... I mean, evidently "Parable" happens next, but now that that's no longer "sometime later this year", we'll finally find out more what happens AFTER "Parable"!

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Boys Don't Cry Answer the Web's Most Searched Questions

Book/Fandom: Open Heart,, adjacent?

Character(s): Jensen Valentine (MC), Aliyah Hudson (OC), Cyrus Young (OC)

Rating: Teen

Words: 2346

Summary: Band AU - Jensen, Aliyah, and Cy answer questions in a Wired Autocomplete Interview

A/N: yes this is literally the first band au post ive made so have fun w it

~~~~~

“Hi everyone, we’re Boys Don't Cry,” the three of them said, perfectly synchronized and only after half a million takes.

“And this is the Wired Autocomplete interview!” Liyah finished with a smile. “I’m Aliyah, and I use she/her pronouns.”

“Jensen, he/him.”

“And Cyrus, but you can call me Cy, and I use they/them pronouns!” 

Liyah took the first board after a beat, reading half of the first question suspensefully. “Does Boys Don't Cry…” she forcefully ripped off the paper, sticking it to Jensen’s shoulder, “sing in Spanish? Yes! We do.”

“I do,” Jensen corrected, casting her a glance. “Liyah’s Spanish is shit. Either I do it or have to give her the translation.”

“Shut up,” she said, ripping off the next paper. “Do Boys Don't Cry members have any tattoos?”

“Hell yes,” Cy answered, already brandishing their arms. 

“God, I can’t even imagine how many we have put together,” Liyah said, counting some on her legs through her fishnets and trying to mentally add the rest. Jensen just shrugged at the camera, letting the others try and come up with a number.

He took the board from Liyah as he waited, pulling off the next piece of paper. “Do Boys Don't Cry dye their hair?” He read. “Nope, this—” he gestured towards the purple streak in his hair “—all natural.”

“At least 50 between the two of us,” Liyah said, looking over to see that Jensen had already moved on. “Dick. Anyway, yeah we have little hair dye nights at Cy’s place.”

“Aka we’re cheap as fuck and do it in my bathroom instead of going to a decent salon,” Cy clarified with a sarcastic sort of smile.

“Yeah, it’s actually in our contract under the ‘Team Bonding’ clause.”

Liyah nodded in confirmation at Jensen’s comment, taking the paper off the last question. “Why is Boys Don't Cry called that?”

“Because boys don't cry, of course,” Cy answered and took the board to throw away.

Adding on, Jensen continued, “Yeah, and we just really like The Cure.”

Liyah rolled her eyes with a smile before giving a real answer. “If you even care,” she started sarcastically, knowing this was one of the most asked questions they got, “it’s actually supposed to be a joke on the saying ‘boys don't cry.’ A lot of the songs we make address bigger issues, like social stigmas and institutional problems, and Jensen specifically had more of a personal connection to that one. Not only did it fit us, but the name itself is easy to remember, too. Essentially, a lot of what we’re doing is going against things like that, so it worked.”

Jensen gave a jokingly awkward thumbs up, waiting a moment for the next board. In the meantime, Liyah took the stack of papers and set them on Jensen’s arm while Cy pulled off the piece of paper.

“Is Boys Don't Cry lgbt?”

Liyah’s head immediately snapped up, answering right into the camera. “If you think we’re not, you’re literally in denial. I mean, have you seen us?” she asked, gesturing vaguely with one hand to Cy, then doing the same to Jensen, before presenting herself with a flourish.

“Yeah, that is kinda on y’all if you didn’t notice,” Cy added, Jensen nodding in agreement.

“I’m aroace,” Liyah started before gesturing and looking towards Jensen. “Jensen’s…whatever the fuck he is, and Cy is nonbinary and bi.”

Cy nodded before reading the next question, tossing the paper onto the floor. “Is Boys Don't Cry American?”

Cy and Aliyah looked to Jensen. “Oh, uh, yeah, we are. I’m the only one not from the states; I was born in Colombia, moved here when I was like six.”

Reading the next with a smile, Cy asked, “Is Boys Don’t Cry problematic?”

“Of course we are. We’re queer and in an alt band, that’s basically the whole criteria,” Jensen answered in a flat tone.

Cy moved on without a beat. “Has Boys Don’t Cry broken up?”

“Not to my knowledge,” Liyah answered, the three of them giving a timed, synchronized look to the camera, then each other. 

“Maybe it’s time to come out with our plan to kick her out, huh?” Cy asked, leaning around Liyah to see Jensen.

“Yeah, I guess. We were just gonna keep doing the tour but pretend you don’t exist the whole time so eventually you’d just descend into madness and your fame would slowly dwindle.”

Liyah gave them both a look at the utterly blank expressions on their faces, Cy hiding a laugh after a long second of eye contact but Jensen still holding up strong. Aliyah just shook her head before slapping the board out of Cy’s hand as Jensen took the next one, Aliyah’s name in the search bar.

“Is Aliyah Hudson from Chicago?”

“Born and raised, yes. I grew up in an outer suburb but now we live in the city,” she said with a smile.

“Aliyah—” Jensen practically coughed out a laugh, taking a breath to recompose himself before finishing. “Aliyah Hudson paparazzi incident.”

“Fuck off! I knew they’d ask this.” She wiped her hands down her face, sighing. “Like, last year or something, we were coming out of a show through the back exit. We didn’t think paparazzi were allowed in the back since we were doing a little meet and greet, and I accidentally hit one of them in the face with the door.”

Cy was giggling already, continuing with, “And it wasn’t like a nice door, it was a huge metal industrial door and she absolutely smacked this poor guy. Literally knocked him on his ass. Jensen and I were too busy laughing to help him up.”

Liyah tried to push Cy off their chair while Jensen continued. “Does Aliyah Hudson write her music?”

“Sometimes!” she said, casually moving back to her spot as Cy tried to readjust to stay on their chair. “Most of the writing is actually Jensen and Cy, but I help here and there. A lot of what I do is production and the actual music part of it.”

“Last one,” Jensen said, struggling with the paper but crumpling it up and tossing it at her when he finally got it. “Aliyah Hudson guitar.”

“Oh my god, child mentioned!” she said excitedly, bouncing a little in her chair, “If you don’t know, I’ve been decorating my Fender with different stickers and designs from the different cities we’ve been to on tour. I cleaned it and started new for this tour, and I’ve been updating it every show on my Instagram.”

Jensen tossed the board away, Cy taking the next one from the other side. 

“Boys Don’t Cry style evolution.”

“Ooh, cute,” Liyah commented. “So, I’m taking this as fashion style because we are a glam rock band. I think we all started pretty lowkey, but now that we’ve kept going at it, I know I have definitely started to include more color in my looks.”

“Yeah, Jensen definitely still wears the most black, but I do appreciate seeing some sparkles every once in a while,” Cy said as Jensen watched the two of them converse. 

Aliyah continued, “I definitely have more of a grungy, kinda boho look outside of the band, and I’ve let that influence my style in the band.”

“Over time, we’ve moved away from the full emo vampire look, and more moved into the grunge, refined vampire look.” Jensen gave a nod of agreement to Cy before they read the next question.

“Boys Don’t Cry 2024 world tour”

“Happening right now,” Jensen said, not about to elaborate further until Aliyah did it for him. 

“We’re in California, LA specifically, and once we finish the rest of the west coast we’re going to Mexico, South America, Japan, a few other Asian countries, Oceania, and Europe.”

“I only remembered like three of those, so I’m glad you did it,” Cy said happily before moving onto the next one. “What are Boys Don’t Cry concerts like?”

“Amazing, fantastic, and wonderful, of course!” Aliyah answered.

“Depending on the crowds, there’s occasionally pits, but usually they’re pretty chill. Further towards the back is usually safer if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Yeah, and always wear ear protection!” Cy tacked onto the end. “We love doing heavy bass and it can be really loud, so make sure you’re prepared. Otherwise, it’s pretty standard, lots of flashing lights, super glittery—the normal stuff.”

Cy tossed out the board and Jensen took the next one.

“Oh yay look, it’s the love of my life,” Jensen said, the search bar displaying Cyrus’ name this time. “Is Cy Young…” he took off the paper, giving a tilt of his head that said he figured they’d be getting that question. “Is Cy Young deaf?”

“Hard of hearing, actually!” they answered cheerily but let their tone drop to more informational. “For interviews like this, I usually wear my hearing aid just because it’s easier production-wise,” they twisted their head, showing it off. “Usually, though, when I’m with Liyah and Jen, we just sign.”

Jensen ripped off the next one. “Who is Cy Boys Don’t Cry?”

“Wow, so detailed,” they commented with a sarcastic little smirk. “I’m in my twenties, I was born in California, and moved to Chicago when I was twelve. My parents immigrated from the Philippines, I’ve been playing the drums since I was seven, and now I’m here.” They smiled at the end before looking to Jensen for the next question.

Jensen pulled off the paper and smiled before even reading it. “Is Cy Young dating Jensen Valentine?”

Cy let out a short cackle of a laugh, quickly turning into mock disappointment. “No, unfortunately.”

“We will keep pretending just to piss people off, though.”

“It’s so fucking funny; we’ve had people asking forever, so we just keep feeding into it,” Cy finished after bouncing off Jensen, waiting for the last question. 

“Cyrus Young aesthetic.”

“Oh hell yeah, I got this. It’s actually just recovering middle school emo with a touch,” they said, adding a flourish with their hand, “of gay. But really, any middle school emo is already gay, so just take it up a little notch.”

“Realest shit I’ve ever heard,” Aliyah said.

Jensen nodded as Liyah took the board from him, throwing it behind herself. She took the next one, ripping off the first paper. “‘Which member of Boys Don't Cry has the highest net worth?’ Eh, I feel like talking about money is kinda tacky—”

“Oh fuck, Liyah, I think?” Jensen interrupted, clearly trying hard to think about it.

“Bitch,” she said, looking over at him judgmentally.

Jensen just gave her a look for a long second. “…I didn’t listen to you at all, if that’s what you’re yelling at me about.”

Liyah sighed out a curse under her breath before moving to the next one. “Are the members of Boys Don’t Cry—” Cyrus cut her off with a laugh, reading ahead. “—in a throuple?”

“Yes,” Jensen answered, expression entirely blank, and the others were perfectly satisfied with it.

“Can the members of Boys Don’t Cry play any other instruments? Yeppers, we can. I play guitar and piano.”

“I can play the drums and a little piano, too. Also trumpet,” Cy answered, looking to Jensen for the last one. 

“Yeah, I play bass, piano, and clarinet. Oh, and I do a lot of our synths and other cuts in our setlist between songs.”

“How did the Boys Don't Cry members meet?”

“This is such a gross question,” Cy said before Liyah could answer.

“We met in high school,” she said with a mock shudder. “Do you know how long I’ve known them? That’s a long time. They’re like parasites.”

“Says you,” Jensen commented. “Who’s the one who’s always at my house eating my fucking leftovers?”

“Cy, obviously,” Liyah answered guiltily before tossing it to the side. Finally, they reached the last question board, Jensen’s name at the top this time. “OOOH! Jenny this one’s all about you,” she said excitedly, pulling it onto her lap and out of Jensen’s hand.

“Aw, my favorite boyfriend,” Cy joked.

Liyah started reading as she struggled to get all the rips of paper off the rest of the question. “Is Jensen Valentine…nice?”

Jensen barely even opened his mouth before Cy leaned forward in their chair, accusationally answering, “Fuck no!”

“Real,” Liyah added on.

Jensen looked away from them, expression on his face saying enough. “And I’m the mean one,” he said into the camera.

Cy reached over and pulled off the next one, their bracelets jingling as they crumpled up the paper and threw it at Jensen. “Is Jensen Valentine dating?”

Liyah and Cy both whipped their heads towards him. “I—stop,” he said towards them before looking back to the camera, “not really, no. I don’t really date when we’re on tour.”

“Last one!” Liyah said, happily pulling the cover off. “Has Boys Don't Cry—” she interrupted herself with a cackle of a laugh, Cy turning the board towards themself to see then laughing too. 

“Oh my god,” Jensen said under his breath, rolling his eyes and even getting a little smile out. “‘Has Boys Don't Cry Jensen never really cried?’” he read before looking back up to Liyah and Cy, “My therapist ghost wrote that.”

“She probably Googles it after all your sessions,” Liyah said, still laughing. 

“Literally.” He turned back to look at the camera, “Anyway, no. Not once in my entire life have I cried,” he answered, tone utterly flat. “I’m actually an emotionless robot.”

“True and real, we picked him up from the lab,” Cy added with a smile towards the camera. 

Jensen reached over Liyah, throwing the board to the side. “Shit, sorry!” he said, smacking his hand over his mouth as it went farther than intended, flying like a frisbee far off screen. 

Cy rolled their eyes. “Clearly he’s defective, though.”

Jensen leaned in front of Liyah, shooting them a glare. They smiled at him and blew a quick kiss.

“Anyway,” Liyah said, starting the outro. “We’re Boys Don’t Cry, and thanks for watching!”

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