#the world was so confusing for like 15 seconds as i got my bearings

[roughentumble]

just had the weirdest dream..... thats been happening a lot recently wtf

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

There is one thing that I love the most about Wan's character, and I love the way they tied everything together

I'm going to try to explain this but that might be confusing so bear with me.

(Warning : This is a very long rant)

So what I'm talking about is the way her character evolved between present time and the flashbacks, because I think there's something great about the consistency of it, which I'm going to explain chronologicaly (sort of)

So from the beginning we know that Wan doesn't really have a temper. She's friendly, as she immediately tries to befriend Kim and doesn't mind that she is being rejected : it doesn't stop her from being nice. The only times she is different from that smily happy girl is to display righteous anger, when the teacher is being mean to Kim, and when she's worried for her and runs to find her in the lockeroom.

These earlier flashbacks (which I assume take place when they were around 15/16 in tenth to eleventh grade) show us that Wan was friendly, extroverted (which is also why she was so popular in high school I think), determined and courageous, and also very protective of Kim already, even without them being really friends yet. She was headstrong, self-confident but only in a positive way.

THEN their dads left. And we enter a second phase of her character : Based on their conversation in the bathroom from ep 9, I assume Kim was a very sensitive kid, withdrawn, lonely, and it probably got worse after her dad left. Wan, on the other hand, seems to have reacted with more anger, as we can see when she attacks Mali for spreading the rumors. We see that she's a bit authoritative, leaving no choice to her friends but to accept Kim in the group, and her ego seems to have grown a bit as we see her bragging about being a good actress at their sleepover (which I assume takes place at the very end of high school, 12th grade, when they're around 17/18 although I don't know much about the thai school system so I might be wrong), but also saying that she's too pretty for any guy to date her. But we can see that her anger is still one that makes sense, and her protectiveness towards Kim is hightened, probably because she's starting to fall in love with her.

So what I assumed from the end of her teenagehood, after her dad left, is that Wan reacted with anger,became less patient, started having less kindness for the world, however, she got closer to Kim, and more protective of Kim, who, on the other hand, reacted by keeping even more to herself, and the friendship she built with Wan, Mon and Mali is what helped her becoming more self-assured, and more open. (My personal headcanon is that once they became really friends, Wan decided to keep her sadness inside so she could be strong for Kim. WHICH IS WHY SHE LATER ON EXPRESSES ANGER INSTEAD OF SADNESS WHEN SHE FEELS THAT WAY, but i'm getting ahead of myself)

Lastly, there is a big big big time lapse of ten years that we never see, where they went to college, Wan built her carriere as an actress and Kim became her stylist, they became roommates and stayed roommates until they were (I assume) 28, and the events of the series began. During this time, Wan got depression, we are told from the pressure of her job and what is happening to her mother. When we meet Wan, she's very different from what we see later in the flashbacks, but after putting this chronologically, I think we can see that the way she acts is an excessive version of all the traits we've established before : She's jealous and possessive of Kim, an excess of her protectiveness that we have seen previously. She's prone to anger, outbursts, she snaps at anyone, which we saw was a trait that already existed in a positive form at first, then started to become a bit negative after her dad left. She has, outwardly, even if it's not real, a big ego and a diva attitude which leads her to act like everything is due to her and into petty fights with Jessie and Pam (even if the fact her rivalry with the later exists since apparently forever can let us assume that she always had a tendency to compare herself to others). She's the worst version of things that used to be her best qualities, and that made Kim fall in love with her.

And I love this consistency, I love the way we see how she evolves as a character and I used to be so annoyed with her and the way she acted, but after eleven episodes, I realized that it actually is very tied together. They don't communicate because they never learned how to do it, because they just did it in their dreams, Wan snaps because she always thought they could just keep being in love without ever saying it and living their life, until Jessie makes her realize that she might lose Kim at any point, Kim is forced to face the fact that the Wan she fell in love is not the one she's living with right now, and that she deserves better than that, and Wan is also forced to face the fact that she isn't who she used to be, and that if she doesn't do anything about it and makes up to Kim, she's going to be miserable forever and lose the love of her life ! AND THEIR PERSONALITIES IN PRESENT TIME MAKE ABSOLUTE SENSE REGARDING WHAT WE SEE IN THE FLASHBACKS ! AND THIS SHOW IS AMAZING AND I ALWAYS KNEW IT IN MY HEART ! TRUST THE PROCESS !

[huckleberrykai]

kang taehyun ~ missing you

pairing: taehyun x fem!reader summary: taehyun wanted to surprise you by coming home early, but it turns out he got home just in time. genre: SMUT 18+ ONLY MDNI, fluff, uhhh sadness at the beginning if u squint (they just miss each other 😭) warnings: so many pet names, mostly good girl lol, sexting (?), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this lol), pussy slapping, degrading (idk how that got in there i got carried away oops), lowkey dumbification, dom!taehyun notes: TY TO ADA'S GALAXY BRAIN ASK I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE <33 IT'S 4AM I BLACKED OUT WHILE WRITING THIS word count: 2.8k click here for my masterlist!

taehyun's flight had landed back in seoul a few minutes ago, and the boys were running to grab their bags so they could get back to the comfort of their dorm. tour really took a toll on them, eyes heavy with exhaustion and homesickness was truly setting in.

taehyun's heart was aching for you, so when management told him there was a change of plans on their return date, he was ecstatic. he decided not to tell you, wanting to surprise his love.

he loved his job, he really did. the only part he didn't enjoy was being away from you for so long. he missed your over-affectionate touches and hearty laughs, he missed all your little quirks that made his heart jump with his love for you. and as much as he missed all your soft domestic moments.. he really missed fucking you. there's only so much some nudes and a raunchy phone call could do for him, and you ached just as badly for him too.

on the hour's drive back to the dorms, he decided he was going to try rile you up a bit.. get his pretty baby all ready for his surprise return. sat in the back corner of the car, he pointed his phone away from the members and decided to text you. it wasn't like they'd notice anyway, too busy arguing over the fact kai bought the wrong kind of gummy bears at the airport store on the way out, and how beomgyu would only eat the red ones.

taehyun could feel his pants tighten the second your message came through. it seems his plan to rile you up backfired, only making his own head spin at the sight of you in his favourite sky blue lingerie set he'd bought you for your one year anniversary. he shuffled in his seat, adjusting his trousers. it was going to be at least another 30 minutes to get home, and even longer to walk to your place - but he was so excited to finally see you. and rip off that stupid lingerie hiding you from him.

your flirty texts persisted, his jeans constricting and mind hazy as more and more photos came through. it seems he wouldn't have chance to rip off your little get-up, being beaten to it by you slowly pulling it off - updating him with photos.

he swallowed thickly and used all the willpower in him to lock his phone and ignore your confused messages - desperate for a photo of him, a phone call, permission to touch yourself, anything. he breathed deep and tried to ignore the painful erection rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans with every movement.

after what seemed like the longest car ride in the world, they arrived back at the dorms. taehyun threw his bags into his room, not even bothering to unpack anything except for necessities - which he shoved into a backpack and slung over his shoulder.

yeah, he wasn't coming home tonight.

"where are you going?" soobin asked as he saw taehyun putting his shoes and jacket back on, hat and mask on for privacy and keys in his hand. "going to surprise Y/N." he answered bluntly. "i think i'm gonna stay the night so don't worry about waiting up."

soobin just nodded, waving him off as the younger member practically bolted out of the house. real subtle.

the walk took around 20 minutes usually - but never underestimate the speed of a horny man who had been away from his love for over a month.

he made it to your door in 15 minutes flat and pulled out his phone.

he shoved his phone in his pocket when he heard rustling from the other side of your apartment door. when the door slung open.. woah.

you'd covered yourself quickly with a pretty silk robe, white with a black fluffy trim - maybe a tad dramatic just to be lounging around the house in, but it was the nearest thing to grab on short notice. taehyun's eyes widened at your scantily clad figure ~ hard nipples poking through the thin fabric, calling out for him to suck on.

he tore his eyes away from your tits just quick enough to catch the sunshine beam on your face, smile reaching your eyes as you saw your love for the first time in over a month. "taehyunnie! you're home!" you threw yourself into his arms, letting his arms caress your sides while you shoved your face into his broad chest. "hi princess.." he muttered into your hair. "i missed you so much."

he pressed a few chaste kisses into your hair before leaning back and cupping your cheeks - pressing his lips to yours in a desperate fiery kiss, months of his pent-up love seeping into your skin. your cheeks were hot, made even worse as he trailed one hand up your waist, resting right below your breast.

"you still need my help darling...?" he asked against your lips despite already knowing the answer. your answer was interrupted by his cool hand sneaking into the opening of your robe, slipping past the silky white fabric to take your bare boob into his hand - squeezing and groping before rubbing your nipple gently. you let out a soft gasp and exhaled shakily against his open mouth - taehyun eating up your little sounds like he'd die without it. and honestly at this point? he thought he would.

"how about you take off that pretty robe for me and go get in bed while i lock up hm?"

you nodded, not trusting your voice. he offered you a cute toothy grin and gave your tit one last squeeze before letting go of you to lock the front door.

he pulled off his coat and shoes, leaving them in his designated spot in your entryway and padded over to your bedroom. he walked in and stopped in his tracks to marvel at you laid bare, waiting for him to destroy you just the way you liked. to taehyun, you always looked so pure, so beautiful.. and he wanted to fucking ruin you. your breath hitched at the sight of him - black tank top clinging to his skin, toned arms bare and muscles rippling beneath his skin. he looked delicious.

"you were really bad today.. sending me naughty pictures like that." he commented, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans - finally getting some relief after being restricted in those pants for so long. "'m sorry tyun... you were so far away, had no idea you'd be back today..." you pouted.

"you know, i wanted to rip that cute little outfit off of you.. but you beat me to it." he kneeled onto the bed, crawling to hover over your smaller frame.

"i'm sorry.."

"don't apologise sweetheart. i should be thanking you. makes it so much easier to ruin you when you're bare for me." he started pressing kisses to your neck, sucking and biting his way to your collarbone as his hand ran up and down your thigh. you sighed at the feeling, but quickly realised you needed more than just a sweet caress and a few kisses. you began to protest, but immediately earned a harsh bite to your shoulder - surely leaving a mark.

"not yet... i wanna take my time with you."

you whined at his pace, but he just gave you a light smack to the thigh. "i told you i'd only help you if you're good. now behave." he uttered lowly.

the threat of possibly not being able to cum shut you up quickly. he'd done it before - taehyun does not take lightly to brats.

he moved down your chest to kiss your boobs, lowering himself to suck on one of your nipples while he played with the other in his hand. you felt him smile against your skin when you moaned at the stimulation. "keep making those pretty sounds for me okay? that's my good girl."

his words alone drew another whine from your lips. you always loved how he could be so sweet yet so filthy. he sat up again, making you mewl in disappointment. it didn't last long though. you watched with sparkly eyes as your boyfriend pulled off his tank top, leaving him in only his boxers ~ toned abs on display just for you. he continued his kisses further down your body until he reached your pubic bone, his thumbs massaging your hips as he looked back up at your face. your head was thrown back, hair messy and eyes closed as you focused on whatever sensation he was giving you.

"look at me."

you reacted quickly to the demand, sitting up a little and making eye contact with him. "i want you to watch me, okay?"

you nodded, unsure of his next move until his hands moved to part your thighs - throwing your legs over his shoulders like you were weightless. his fingers grazed your core, gathering your wetness ~ an embarrassing amount of arousal dripping down his fingers and your inner thighs.

"i knew you missed me but.. woah." he chuckled deeply. he took his fingers into his own mouth, tasting you while you watched. "taste so good baby. you try~" he cooed, swiping his two fingers into your core again and pushing his fingers into your mouth. you sucked diligently, tasting a mix of his saliva and your own wetness, the lewd act making you hum at the taste.

"good girl."

he pulled his fingers away from your mouth, but not without tugging at your bottom lip teasingly, and shoved his two fingers straight into your sopping cunt without warning.

"ah-" you whined, feeling him curling his fingers just the way he knows you like.

"feel good baby? this what you wanted hm? wanted me to come home and touch you like this?" you nodded frantically, struggling to keep your eyes open and on him once he started circling your clit with his thumb. "so dumb for me aren't you? all bark and no bite. so confident before.. sending me those pictures. now you're just a mess."

"taehyun-" as soon as you started clenching around his fingers he knew you were close.. just a little more and-

"ahh- taehyunnie.. more please- please.."

he chuckled at you as he pulled his hand away right as you were about to finish. he couldn't have that. "no complaining princess. you're my good girl no?"

"i am-" you hiccuped. "i'm y-your good girl."

"then act like it."

he tapped your thigh, a signal for you to spread your legs wider for him, which you happily obliged. you were his good girl after all~

quickly he dived into your cunt, lapping up your juices like a man starved - tongue dipping in and out of your entrance. a throaty moan was pulled from you at his actions, taehyun lewdly sucking and slurping at your pussy. oh how he'd missed this taste.

he mumbled into your pussy, desperately needing you to finish on his face. "scream for me and i'll let you cum this time."

you would have screamed anyway with the way his nose was bumping against your clit as he ate you out. his fingers moved to dip inside you again, his plush pink lips now wrapping right around your clit - sucking and flicking his tongue over it to bring you to the edge.

you were in fact screaming by now, profanities and variations of his name falling from your lips at a mile a minute. "plea-ah- please tyun- gonna cum.. please-"

by now taehyun had been waiting far too long, his erection painful - rutting against the bed for some relief and moaning against your skin at the taste of your messy cunt. he curled his fingers up inside you once again, trying his best to bring you to your breaking point.

it didn't take long for the waves to come crashing down, pleasure washing over your whole body as your back arched harshly - walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers. he licked up your release like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. and in his opinion, it probably was.

"there ya go.. good girl. feel good?"

he pulled away from your pussy completely, sitting back to admire his work and laying your legs back down on the mattress. there were tears in your eyes, eyes bleary and hair messy as your chest heaved with your panting. and he loved it.

he delivered a harsh slap to your clit when you didn't respond - the stimulation making you jolt and let out a little yelp.

"i asked you a question slut."

you nodded frantically, babbling out a few small "yes! feels so good tyunnie! yes..."

he chuckled to himself at your state and moved to pull off his boxers, hard pretty cock springing free and hitting against his stomach - tip wet with precum and desperate to be touched.

"can you take me baby?"

your desperate nodding continued, wanting so badly to be filled up like you wanted for the last month. "please tyun, need you inside me."

he chuckled again, kissing the pout off of your lips with a gentle kiss - passionate but not bruising. he rubbed his cock against your sensitive cunt slowly, teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick entering oh so slightly before pulling out again. "please!" you begged, pretty tears welling up again.

"patience princess."

"don't wanna be patient. waited too long~" you whined.

"oh yeah? you wanna be a brat you'll get treated like one hm?"

without warning he sank into you fully and fast - the delicious stretch making you scream. his pace was quick and brutal, his pubic bone pressing into your sensitive clit with every thrust. "taehyun!" you yelped, his brutal pace shaking your whole body and making the bed rock.

"one more chance. behave or i won't let you cum again. take it like a good girl."

you nodded, completely cock drunk - you started babbling again, words incoherent but just enough to keep your strong boyfriend going. "'m your good girl.. ah- so good. take it all for you tyunnie, fill me up- ah! please!"

he knew he wouldn't last long. not with you begging so prettily, cute cunt filled to the brim with his cock - pounding into you at an insane pace. he groped at your tits and played with your nipples in an attempt to ground himself, but the noises you made at the stimulation to your chest only turned him on more.

"takin' me so well princess. so so good, shit- gonna cum. gonna fill you up.. make you so messy." he trailed one hand down your body again to rub your clit quickly. "cum for me cutie.. cum on my cock and i'll fill you up just how you like~" he cooed.

with another cry of his name and some scratches down his back from your clinging onto him, you came undone on his cock. taehyun winced at how tight you were, clenching and spasming through your orgasm. "that's it. perfect, my good girl.. so so good, fuck." he thrust slowly as you came down from your high, pushing all the way in and stilling to a stop as his own orgasm washed over him. hours of pent up frustration finally being released into your warm, wet pussy.

"missed you.. love you so much." you muttered as he shot warm ropes of white inside you, caressing your cheek gently and wiping your tears away. "i love you Y/N. so much." you grabbed his cheek and pulled him down into a kiss. it was a little sloppy, your tired body unable to co-operate with your intentions, but your big warm loving boyfriend didn't mind.

he pulled out of you slowly, reaching for a towel to wipe you both down before you got tucked yourselves into the cosy white bed sheets to cuddle together.

"did you like the surprise?" he asked, trailing his fingers along your tummy and looking into your eyes with his big shiny brown ones - sparkling like starry boba balls. you wound down a little, reconnecting with reality enough to form an answer, "i loved it. i'm so happy you're home."

he smiled. one of his pure shiny bright smiles. genuine.

"me too." he sighed. "what do you say we order food and watch a movie? i don't think you'll be walking anywhere any time soon." he chuckled, running a hand through your silky yet messy hair. his snarky remark earned him a slap to the chest, sending you both into a fit of giggles. "it's not that bad," you retorted.

"but order me a pizza right now and i'll let you do me til i really can't walk."

"yes ma'am."

smut taglist: @subbyjvnnie @mazeinthemoon @n0-thisispatrick @banggyu0308 @majestyjun @bibibinnie @beom-pyu

[lemonhemlock]

I really think some Green fans need to get real and realize the show will never portray a clearly young girl (we don't know the character's age but the actress was 15 years old during S1 filming - it's just vile to pretend her character was making everything up) lying about getting raped and setting poor Aegon up. Also, he was never confused when Alicent confronted him about what he had specifically done, in fact, the dialogue between them heavily implies this was not the first time this happened. He also never denied the accusation which I think he would've if the "it was a set-up" scenario was true. Anyway I doubt Dyana will knowingly be involved in the B&C affair either like some people from the other side keep hoping for. If she's going to provide information about the hour Helaena and her children are visiting Alicent or anything of the sort then it will likely be the some manipulation from Mysaria's part. I highly doubt Misaryia is going to say to Dyana "I know he wronged you and you want justice. How about we kill his heir?" and she'll be like "yeah let's do that". Her being a part of B&C is the second worst arc she could possibly have after the fake rape plot some are suggesting (or just as bad) because in no way one can ever claim that an innocent child getting beheaded in front of his mother would be an epic revenge story the audience will be cheering. I don't believe the writers will choose either of these two options.

yeah, the reason aegon turns the waterworks on and looks confused is because mummy hit him, not because mummy unjustly accused him. i realise some fans are hoping against hope and there's nothing wrong with daydreaming about a perfect pro-green world (i wish LOL), but, unfortunately, there's no "fixing" the dyanna situation. portraying young girls as manipulative liars when it comes to rape is just way more damaging than portraying a rapist prince on screen. we need to believe women and normalize that in our media, not to give more ammunition to dismissive narratives.

if the writers, say, had a change of heart and realised the error of their ways (i know, bear with me) or regretted the lost opportunity they had with aegon or whatever else. AT MOST, they could maybe retcon the child fighting pits thing bc aegon is never actually shown in there, so, if they REALLY wanted, they could never mention it again and pretend it didn't happen. but dyanna already got a pretty emotional scene where she was scared out of her mind and pleading with alicent + aegon basically admitted his guilt in the very next scene, so there's not much to do about that, other than reshoot the episode or re-edit it to remove that sideplot, which is obviously never going to happen ever. also, say what you will, but it was a pretty big deal that alicent believed her, no questions asked, and provided her with contraception and financial compensation, instead of punishing her and going "nuh-uh, not MY son"

like, "house of the dragon fake rape plot angers SA survivors and women's rights organizations" is not a good headline to have unless their aim is to turn it into The Idol with dragons

the good news, though, is that aegon is not real, so, as beings who exist in three dimensional spaces & outside screen and paper, we can acknowledge it as a controversial writing choice, accept it as an L and just move on with our lives. you don't have to agree with it & there is ample room to critique it, but it's also time to (gently) advance with the five stages of grief. the damage is already done, i'm afraid, we just have to take it on the chin and carry on.

i also agree that dyanna actively participating in b&c would be a mistake and not smth aspirational for her character (i have already breached this topic in her tag for curious cats). but i'm not convinced i trust the writers 100% NOT to go down this path bc they have sure shown that they can have a very simplistic understanding of female badassery and emancipation sometimes, re: how rhaenys killing civilians doesn't matter. all the more frustrating, because, had they moved the set around a little, she could have flown out dramatically on meleys without killing anyone, while maintaining all the benefits of the scene. but it seems they're not immune to shock just for the sake of shock.

anyway, as with all speculation, i am simply just talking out of my arse right now and cannot judge any aspect of S2 without seeing it first. episodes can be filmed with more than one version for various plots and who knows what they'll choose in the end. dyanna's actress may be filming scenes, but do we have any assurance those scenes will even make it in the show? there's no certainty they won't end up cutting them and editing the episode around her. so she can act out the most Kill Bill variant of her character and by the time next year rolls around it's on the cutting room floor

[jrueships]

35:10 - 1:15:13 🤧 imma be honest, im lowkey here for the tatman sauce content. it's a bit sad but it's what sad little rarepair crackship enjoyers like me must do to survive 😭

i think im gonna take this 30 at a time and then in the last reblog finally tag up n add some more info idk! We will see where the night takes us!

Tat man just singing away as sauce tries not to cry beneath him 😭 this shit hilarious

Sauce contemplating baldness??? Chat thinks he's going bald or smthing bcs hes been rocking that beanie forever like reeces cup kd. Didn't teach him to stop wearing that beanie sadly 🙄. Sauce wondering if he should go bald and get tats on his head .... id cry

Kyle corrects a chatter's Grammar. Heard does not equal hard

Sauce wanting to show the viewers his face now... starting to groan more frequently now 😣 this shit is heard (hard* -kyle)

I sped forward some bcs the sound kept cutting in n out but he's still on the same side of his neck so idc. Apparently Sauce has not seen All American or hasnt seen it in a while, idk i cant hear over this stupid music 😭. I heard it went downhill on some tubi shit like bmf so it's a lost cause tbh

Feels like watching some boring ass p*rno where they stay in the same position doing much abt nothing 😐. Kiss or smthin 😑 cmon

At 59:36 with some skipping.. sauces beloved 'females' who he let's in his far more beloved sauce world for free are asking kyle to take some pity on the poor sauce. 'Let him take a break...' LOL. He's their knight in shining tat ink.

There's some more stuff that happened way later, Kyle asked who been in chat since he started.. surprisingly some!! The attention span is insane

Ok We're in hour 1 now so just remember that. I'm not gonna write that whole thing out or I'll get confused 😭 im just gonna write the minutes and the seconds, just imagine the 1 in front of it

1:44 Chat: You Muslim Sauce?

SG: no i'm Not 😑😤😑 !

Chat: I was finna ask that 😭 laugh emoji (i am not putting that in my recent section on my phone)

Chat: I thought he was Muslim bc of his name laugh emoji x3 (ahmad) (tbh me too)

Sg: a lot of people think that 😒

Chat sometime later: Sauce leaking (in response to an ask if he was bleeding)

10:39, Sauce getting a bit overwhelmed by the pain. Whines, groans.

Sg: how long you think it's gonna be 😖😭

K: *unintelligible*

Sg: *groans*

11:37: WE RANDOMLY CUT TO SAUCE WATCHING SPED UP TIKTOKS ON HIS PHONE??? He has it facing the screen so we can see like We're inside his mind 😭 is this saucevision? I'm scared 😭😭

Omg. PLOTTWIST??? IT WAS KYLE'S HAND HOLDING THE PHONE AND WATCHING THE WEIRD TIKTOKS THAT WERE AKIN TO AN ELSA GOES TO THE DENTIST APPS LMAO??? Why was he showing us that 😭??????? It's like they're coparenting the chat or something. Gen Z babysitters.

Chat after being shown some weird dentist video of a woman getting her teeth done thanks to kyle????'s phone sharing generosity??: what.

Wth

Is that woo lady?

What did I just see.

Kyle: hahahaa YEAA her teeth were FUCKED up! hahaaa talm bout what did i JUST see hehehehehaha

Sauce enters the room. Apparently he left kyle in the room alone with us so he can get some food I think?? And I guess he told him to entertain the chat (kid) while he was gone by showing us the games he got on his phone (traumatizing tiktok video)

Kyle laughs and shares his very funny moment with sauce about traumatizing the local saucelings, quite amused. Sauce falls to his knees and contemplates whether life is worth it, as he is in pain. He cannot protect the saucelings from tatman and his weird dentist videos. He is too weak.

Chat: I see ur rib cage (?????? J*F D*HMER IN THE CHAT????? SAUCE GET DOWN!!)

Sauce comes back bearing gifts though, he got em both Gatorade then hands Kyle a hot cheetos bag. Then seal for the tat. While checking himself and his tat out on the camera the whole time (shirtless, of course)

He then brags about feeding his tat man lol, such a humanitarian 🥰 empath king

Chat complains about not being offered any

Sg: chat yall want some hot cheetos 🤨? Want some Gatorade?

K: *holds hot cheeto bag up in front of camera/in corner of it* yall want some :] ?

SAUCES LEFT ARM MUSCLE KEEPS TWITCHING FROM THE PAIN???? AND THEN HIS LEFT BOOB STARTS JUMPING UM. WHY ARE WE RIGHT IN THE LINE OF FIRE TO SEE THIS. IM SCARED. That left arm is dancing man, cus he got the neck tat on that side. That's crazy.

Chat: Damn your(e) so hot. I'm a guy

K: aw hell naw they talkin crazy 😳 (inch resting of you to notice that one comment specifically.... hmm.)

OKAY PAUSING AT 1:15:13 RQ. ILL BE BACK

taking lil notes on the sauce getting a tat stream.... will be reblogging with more bcs this video is fucking long as shit plus with me always pausing to write whatever nonsense i find funny? yea, idk if ill be able to get thru this all lmao 😭 but yea this will just be lil blurbs rewritten n commented on as i watch on one device and take notes on another like a lil movie major or smthin LMAO. To shorten typing time, Sauce will be SG and tat man will just be K as his real name is Kyle. ok? ok

SG, impatient & cocky, trying to show out 4 the stream like a little loser: ay cmon bruh im ready 😤!!🤘🏿 *goes to lay down on the jets styled?? tatting bed??? idk what that is i don't get tats.. i just know they probably fucked on it cus sauce winced when he had to sit down LMAO. went from ay bruh im ready to EUAGH 😫!! Eh 😣😖!! in a millisecond LMFAO*

K: *checks himself out on camera for a split second*

K: *very polite to the stream's viewing. Apparently has never streamed or got an audience up close n personal during his tat sessions. Only shows the before and after photos so this is a new but very fun experience for him. aww, so cute <3 sauce getting him to try new things!!!! He's nervous about getting the best angles for us and he's always trying his best to please!! ( he's so service top it's Mad. it's MADDENIN!!! ) Sauce dramatic diva demanding hot n s*x fierce reporter mean fake bitch and his quiet polite and personable yet professionally firm, keeping sauce in line when he needs to fulltime cameraman part time bodyguard when the situation gets unexpectedly (or expectedly. Not everyone has Tat man's insanely loyal patience with sauce...) hostile WHEN??? Slowburn We're just workers/he's just my minion to ........... don't ask why we came out of the same bathroom at the same time STFU ?? HELLO??? TAT MAN!!!*

Chat: cook up kyle

Kyle: !! :] !! yea 😺!! im boutta cook 🥰 (HE KEEPS GETTING SO SWEETLY HYPED UP FROM SAUCES LIL AUDIENCE. IT'S SO CUTE LOL)

1:05 (around there idk none of these time stamps will be any accurate bcs i pause late after realizing smthin was funny then guestimate where it started so sorry :( ): sauce walking his big b00bies up in our face jumpscare :/ . To help Kyle zoom the camera per his chats demands. He lowkey high key very anxious and micromanaging abt kyle using his camera equipment lol. He just loves telling people what to do but also that shit is probably very expensive. But cmon sauce. Kyle the cameraman's got it!!! HE EVEN HAS THE PERFECT CAMERAMAN NAME LIKE?? Let him take care of you bbygirl ..😼

Sauce once again (a bit more gingerly this time) sits himself on his jets style seat thing and let's out a little cry of pain when his ass hits it??? sauce these bttm allegations are BEATING ur ASS lmao????

Kyle does what sauce was about to do for him and sauce kinda :/// >:( 😰😰😠. Sauce try to go five seconds without micromanaging challenge impossible. Complains about chat being able to see his facial expressions being too close up now and how he won't be able to fuck with Kyle no more cus of it cus they'll make shit is weird. Kyle simply responds ' That's love 🙂. '

Sauce goads the chat asking if he should end stream. Kyle at first thinks maybe he isn't cameramanning right and gets a little nervous/sad at disappointing sauce but quickly catches onto the strategy and joins in on the bait. The chat take it with a chorus of Nos. Girlboss sauce malewife Tat man media powercouple ftw?

2:58, K: wait turn ur head a lil bit? *Sauce looks at him* no, other way *sauce looks away, exposing neck to him and pre-ink*

K admires his work. Shows it off to the chat, tells them he's getting them right. Zooms in on sauce's neck

SOMEBODY SAID 'L NIPPLE' IN THE CHAT WHAT???? Chat language is so.... beautiful 😭

'Stop being a lil girl take the pain like a man'????? Yall sure this is twitch and not p*rnhub ??? tf?

Kyle zooms in. Chat: "glad to get the nipple off the page" HELP. my thoughts exactly

Kyle tries hiding sauces face with his zooms bcs he knows sauce was self conscious about his expressions lmao. Chat, instantly, and these are different people too. Everyone is a sadist here apparently. My kinda people 😼: 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE FR' 'HIS FACE BRO WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE' 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE IF HE CRIES'

3:38 Sauce, reading the chat bcs if he doesn't have attention that he can feel for five seconds he explodes and dies: is my face in there ? <- literally just whined about not wanting his face seen bcs he'd get weird comments and ruin his very heterosexual very platonic relationship with tat man. But is now turning his whole tune around for some shred of people pleasing attention omg 🙄 poo fimbly 😑

K: nah they be clownin 😿.. *just wants to protect him*

Sauce agrees a bit then quickly changes subject to compliment himself.

Sauce notices camera needs shifting so he tries but Kyle's on it before he can. Sauce keeps trying anyways until eventually the needles settle him slougish

5:10 chat tells them to zoom out but sauce defends his cameraman: AINT NO ZOOM OUT 😾😾!! HE TRYNA GIVE YOU THE UPCLOSE LOOKS !!

Kyle zooms out anyways

Sauce whines about his nipple lol

Sg: yall weird af 😑 Yall tryna see my nipple or smthin 🤨? *incredulous look to camera*

K: FREE THE NIP!!!!! <- reading off chat, sadly

THE CHAT BULLIED HIM INTO HIDING HIS BOOBS LMAO. He got a blanket 😭 so now he's gonna be with another man... while under a blanket ? um. sauce I think this is pretty lose lose if u ask me .

Kyle wearing those black tattoo gloves gently touching sauces neck.... soft dom and not even trying to hide it 🤨?

Chat: stop moaning 😐

Sauce: my bad bruh 😔

Someone: get the tissues ready (????)

Sg: in da trenches 😼. in da trenches 😼

Someone in chat: sauce do u like when men fuck u? ( 🤔.. it's a fair ask 😳.)

Chat: the right side of my neck hurted the most (average sauce fan iq, im afraid )

Chat: SAUCE BABY START TWERKING

( now im just finding funny chat stuff cus all sauce doing rn is trying to not cry by randomly singing along to the music and kyle is working)

Chat trying to plot lies on kyle by spamming kyle messed up smthin so sauce can get worried lmao

9:40: around there, maybe a bit later, sauce starts groaning and cursing more

Chat: Sauce is it hard

Sauce asks how many people watching bcs u know he looooves an audience. Kyle doesn't know how to check so he has to stop and ask the chat

Kyle: Seven- ..... 776? 800? a thousand? man idk :(. yall play too much >:( yall play too damn much 🙄! ... i fuck with yall tho >:)

Chat trying to gaslight sauce into thinking Kyle's actually tatting a dick on his neck

I've been skipping or doing other stuff during some of the tatting. Sauce got up to try and figure out some twitch function? Mic suppression? idk. He lowkey stalling lol.

Kyle starts asking what the chat been saying around 31:40, curious.

Sauce and Kyle mumble to songs internmentedly lol

33:25 around there kyle raps to a song he rlly likes. Sauce adlibs it's cute

PAUSING THIS AT 35:10. We basically got an hour left in this jawn. YALL WE WATCHED ALOT IM PROUD!!!! OK im leaving this here for now, reblogging l a ter maybe even finishing it idk? I just need this shit sent cus im a lil nervous if it'll even load... this was a lotta work 😭 all for tatman and sauce interactions damn... ion even know this man's last name .. i need to go do strong people things now BYE see yall soon hopefully

[sparks-stephen]

in another life | stephen strange x fem!reader

in which Y/N and Stephen break up a week before the blip, and when he comes back, he learns that not everything was the same as it was.

warnings: first time writing angst. stephen’s an ass. overuse of exclamation points. very bad description of new york. will have a part two.

2018

“You always do this, Stephen! You say you’ve moved on from her and do not care about her any more! But when we’re together it’s always ‘Christine used to do this’ or ‘Christine would not have done that’! I’m so sick and tired of being your second option Stephen!”

“You don’t understand, Y/N! She was a huge part of my life! What am I supposed to do? Just forget about her?”

Y/N and Stephen were fighting about this again. Y/N saw him looking at that stupid watch, longingly. She was not stupid, she knew that Stephen still loved the woman.

“I did not say that, Stephen! All I want is for a little appreciation, once in a while! I’m your girlfriend for fuck’s sake, Stephen! It doesn’t feel like it!”

“You are just fucking insecure, Y/N! Your projecting your pitiful feelings to Christine just because you think you are not good enough!”

“I think we should just end this relationship, Stephen. You are clearly still in love with her and I deserve better than this.”

“Whatever, Y/N,” Stephen said as he started walking away towards the library.

Stephen knew that what he was doing to Y/N was the same thing that he done to Christine before. But instead of apologizing, he went straight to the library. He was sure that whatever he and Y/N were going through at that moment, they will be able to get over. He stayed there studying until eventually, he fell asleep.

When Stephen was already out of sight, she ran towards the bedroom. She grabbed all of her belongings and shoved them inside two huge suitcases. When Y/N was done and was ready to open a portal to the nearest hotel room to plan for her next move, she heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N? You here? I heard you and Strange screaming earlier?” It was Wong.

She opened the door and his eyes immediately darted to the two suitcases, “You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Stephen and I have ended our relationship. There is no point for me to stay here. I’ll keep in touch with you. Good bye, Wong,” Y/N replied as she hugged the man.

She open a portal and lugged the two suitcases along. Once she passed through, the portal closed. Leaving Wong all alone in the once shared bedroom of Stephen and Y/N.

༺༻

Stephen woke up hours later with an empty feeling. He remembered the fight between him and Y/N. He decided to leave the library to go to their bedroom, ready to apologize and for Y/N to take him back again, like she usually did in their fights.

When he got to the bedroom, he was confused on why the bedroom seemed empty. The bed was cold and hasn’t been slept. He looked at the closet and found that Y/N’s belongings were missing. He looked in the drawers, the bathroom, and even in the hallway to see if he can find a clue on where Y/N went.

He spent 15 minutes looking around the Sanctum for Y/N before shouting, “Y/N?! Where are you?! This is not funny anymore!”

“She gone.”

“What? What did you say, Wong?”

“She’s gone. She left last night. She said that the two of you ended your relationship,” Wong explained.

It seemed that Stephen’s world crumbled. The only good to remaining in his life was gone, and it was his fault. Again. He could not stop the tears from his eyes as he leaned against the nearest wall.

༺༻

Y/N managed to stay in a hotel nearby. She has been staying there for over a week already as she was preparing for an interview to move to London. She cannot bear to stay in New York since everything reminds her of Stephen.

As she was going outside the hotel she saw that there was so much commotion happening. She was looking around when she saw a familiar red cloak flying being chased by a weird gray man.

“Stephen?!”

She suddenly saw Spiderman following Stephen through New York before he got hit by something.

“What the fuck is going on?”

A portal suddenly opened beside her and Wong suddenly appeared beside her.

“Thanos is trying to get the time stone from Stephen.”

“What? Who’s Thanos?”

“Come on. Let’s go to the Sanctum. I’ll explain.”

Wong opened a portal and the two stepped in.

After a few grueling few hours, Wong explained who the hell Thanos was and what did he want from Stephen.

Y/N fell asleep as she was trying to think of a way to get to Stephen. When she woke up, Wong was missing.

She was confused until she went outside of the Sanctum. She saw people crying and when she asked what was going on, she was met with more crying and they said that people just started to vanish.

Y/N immediately thought of Stephen as she wondered if he was also part of the people who disappeared. She felt defeated. First their breakup and now this. She just returned to the Sanctum and just hoped that Stephen would come back. Where ever he is.

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[yn-ymn-yln]

Hey there! Hope you're doing well! I'd like to request a Kol Mikaelson X reader where the reader is a child psychic (12-15) that Kol low-key adopts. Like the Mikaelsons find about this kid with "gifts" and try to locate her but when they do they find out that her parents are physically abusive and trying to repress her abilities. So, the Mikaelsons gang saves her and she lives with them and at first Lol only really cares to study her abilities but he eventually realizes she's kinda a mischievous little whack-job of a human and he's like: "This is my child now." You can choose what sort of psychic power the reader has. (Ex. Empathic, telepathic, telekinetic, foresight...) Thank you!!!!

*Thank you for the request and your patience love! I hope you like it!*

Black Sheep

Kol had been watching you for a few days now. He had gotten wind of your abilities from the witches in the quarter, but was determined to see if you were worth his time himself.

From distant observation alone he could tell you were an empath, though he wasn’t sure just how far your abilities could go.

Could you control other people’s emotions?

Had you even scratched the surface of what your powers could actually do?

Listening intently from the corner of your street he hears the disturbing sound of your pleading.

“I won’t do it again! I promise! PLEASE DON’T LOCK ME IN HERE!”

“You’ve left us no choice Y/f/n, you’re a danger to everyone around you, there are consequences to your actions.” Kol’s head lifts at those words, he had heard a rendition of that more than once, listening to you endure the same treatment cracks his inhuman exterior slightly. It didn’t take a genius to see that you weren’t dangerous, just different… A black sheep, like him. Without much thought Kol makes a decision, one that could very well leave him daggered, in a box for the next century.

“I’m sorry, you what?” Staring into the eyes of Klaus, Kol doesn’t back down from the choice he’s made, whether or not it was a mistake was still up for debate.

“They’re an empath, I figured they could be of use to us.” Without another word and before things could get heated, Elijah shows you to one of the many spare rooms that litter the compound.

“Did he kill them?” Your voice is soft and unsure, your age shining through despite your predicament. Although you were looking for reassurance Elijah was quite finished with Kol’s antics.

“Sleep. We can discuss things further in the morning.” He turns away at that, leaving you with the uncertainty of your parent’s survival and the unsettling feeling of a strange bed.

~~

As the months progressed so did your abilities, under Freya’s watchful eye you had learned more about your powers than you thought possible, which got you into trouble. A lot.

Running up the stairs of the compound you desperately attempt to reach your room before Klaus got wind of your little prank, though the vampire in your path did little to aid you in that endeavor.

“And where are you off to?”

“No time to explain, HIDE ME.” Jumping into the arms of your rescuer, your eyes widen at the vicious yell from the living room.

“Y/N!!” Glancing from you to the end of the stairs Kol immediately releases you, laughing loudly at your unceremonious landing. Within a second Klaus is in front of the two of you, eyes blazing with fury.

“You little brat.” Before things could escalate further you dulled the emotions raging through the hybrid’s mind, lulling him into a false sense of security.

“I’m sorry Klaus, I promise it won’t happen again.” Your smile to others would seem apologetic but to Kol was as mischievous as they came.

“It’s alright love, no worries.” Glancing at Kol you can’t help the small giggle that bubbles from within you.

“Your abilities seem to be coming along well.”

“Yeah… Freya’s really helped a lot.” It was awkward, Kol hadn’t spoken to you much since saving you, though you had spotted him watching from the door while you and Freya practiced on occasion.

“Better hide before he realizes what you’ve done.”

“Done again, you should say.” As if on cue Klaus’ booming voice rips through the compound for the second time.

“WHERE IS THAT LITTLE MONGREL!!!”

~~

Try as he might to keep his distance, Kol couldn’t help but feel a kinship towards you. You were a trouble maker. From playing pranks on Elijah, to dulling Klaus’ rage in the presence of his enemies, you were the culprit to some of Kol’s favorite crimes. Of course, a case could be made that you were certifiably insane, but what was the world without a little chaos?

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” Jumping a mile Freya whips around to face you, eyes wide.

“Why?! It’s just a rock?!”

“My socks keep going missing, so I’m leaving an offering to the house troll.” Mouth agape, Freya isn’t quite sure if you were serious or not.

“Y/n there is no such thing as a house tro-”

“SHHHHHHHH! He’s always listening.” In true twelve-year-old fashion you bolt behind the couch, eyes constantly watching the rock perched on the window.

“KOL! COME GET YOUR CHILD PLEASE!” With a furrowed brow Kol enters the living room, eyes landing on your squinting form from your semi hidden position.

“Uhh…” Sighing loudly you go through the explanation again, never once looking away from your trap.

“That’s why I’m waiting here.”

“So the house trolls will leave you alone?” Kol’s confusion bleeds into his question.

“No! So I can get my socks back from the greedy bastards. They messed with the wrong kid.” Shaking his head Kol kneels next to you in your makeshift trenches.

“How long do you intend to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

When Rebekah enters the war zone twenty minutes later, she’s greeted with a sight that melts her heart. You were fast asleep on Kol’s lap, mouth wide open, face pointed towards the ceiling. Kol wasn’t much better, head resting against yours with his eyes closed.

“So much for hunting trolls.” She can’t help the smile that forms as the words leave her mouth. Her brother truly was a child. Good thing he had you to play with.

~~

Your thirteenth birthday was something Kol was admittedly not prepared for, not because of the balloons or the obvious sugar rush you were sporting, no those things he could handle. What he couldn’t handle was the effects of time already taking their toll. You were a year older now than when he had saved you, features slowly morphing and changing.

How long did he truly have left with you?

That thought alone turned the cheery celebration into something much more debilitating. Somewhere in the back of Kol’s mind he’d thought about changing you, turning you in the middle of the night like his parents had done to him. Could he do it? Rip away everything you have ever known for his own selfish want to have you around forever? Watching the joy break out across your face as you open presents, he doesn’t think he could.

As the night winds down Kol goes in search of you, fully prepared to compel you to sleep off your sugar high. When he finds you fast asleep on the couch, stuffed bear he had bought you gripped tightly in your grasp, he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“Dad?” With your groggy whisper Kol’s freezes in place. You had never called him that, refusing to emotionally attach yourself to any one after what your parents had done, though your tired state didn’t seem to mind all that much.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t acknowledge your slip up, too concerned with the moisture building in the corners of your eyes.

“Bad dream.” Lifting you into his arms, he shushes you gently.

“It’s alright little one, I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Watching you sniffle quietly and burrow into his embrace, Kol knows no matter how much it hurts, or how little time he had left with you, he would never let himself be the source of your sadness.

After all black sheep had to stick together.

[shiraishi-mai]

[10:00pm]

"I will still always love you."

'I didn't say anything," you said, leaning against the brick wall. Your eyes were focused on the orange and red leaves that crunched under your shoes.

"I think I know how you feel. I know how I would feel."

You ignored the stinging in your eyes. How could he know when even you didn't know how you felt? There was a strange something bubbling in your chest. Why did you feel this way? Why did it feel as though your breath was knocked out of you when you saw the invitation with curly silver writing beautifully written on the white envelope. You were happy for him. He deserved the best the world had to offer and you always knew that this was bound to happen. After all, he was never yours to begin with.

"I'm happy for you." You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice and gave him a small smile. Suga walked over to lean against the wall beside you. His lips were pursed and you knew he saw right through you. After all, he was probably the only person who knew you inside out.

"You know, I imagined it before. Whenever you dated someone new, I thought about how it would feel if you got married." He exhaled.

"And it bothered me more than I thought it would. More than it should have. I think I would still mind, even now, in some awful, possessive way." He sighed and looked up at the night sky. "We've never been with each other in that way and it's not like we made any promises."

We both heard the 'but'.

"We knew this would happen," you finally said. "We chose different paths a long time ago."

There was silence. You thought about all the years Suga stood by your side. Always looking out for you, always supporting you. He was your first kiss, the shoulder you cried on many times, and the first face you looked for when you achieved something. He was your best friend and at one point in your life, he was home.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

A familiar figure walked up to them.

"Y/n?" The boy wore a light, pale sweater with brown khakis and white shoes. His grey hair was a bit tousled and his confused expression mirrored yours.

You whipped around with an accusing glance at your friend who flinched a little under your gaze.

"So it turns out the guy's friend couldn't come...and you and Aera wouldn't come out unless we all went on a date together." Your friend had complained she would leave high school without ever getting a boyfriend and somehow organised this mess that you only agreed to to get her to stop begging.

"SO YOU CALLED SUGA?" you exclaimed.

"Standing right here," he said, putting his hand up. "I am also shocked, thanks for asking."

"You could have just told me he canceled," you muttered, "It's not like I was super excited to do this." Your friend's face was sheepish and her eyes slid over to Suga who had an odd expression on his face. He walked over in front of you and lowered his face, an impish grin replacing the expression.

"Aw come on, is going on one date with your best friend so bad? It'll be the same as hanging out, plus I'm a perfect gentleman." His tone was light and teasing. You rolled your eyes and let out a breath in relief that he wouldn't take this seriously.

Though, you still felt your heart skip a beat when his grinned widened as you agreed.

"Just this one time."

[later]

The girls stared at their respective boys, unimpressed. Your friend's date punched the air and they high-fived each other while Suga and Asahi stared at the ground in shame.

"How can you two of all people be bad at this?" You said flatly.

The scoreboard of the basketball hoop arcade game flashed a 60 while Asahi and Suga had made a measly 10 and 15.

"We're volleyball players, not basketball!" Suga exclaimed.

"I don't think your hand eye coordination should be THAT bad."

The boys grumbled and you and your friends giggled. Suga refused to look at you as you all walked outside of the building into the park after that. Exasperated at his silent treatment, you dragged him over to the ice cream cart as an apology for making fun of him.

"What did you get?"

"Chocolate. What about you?"

"Strawberry," you said happily. "It's really good! Do you want to try?" You held out your cone. He leaned down to take a bite and found himself with ice cream on his face instead.

"First you make fun of me, and then you attack me with ice cream." He shook his head. "Some date you are."

"That's what they always do on dates on TV. It looked fun so I wanted to try."

He gave her a sly grin. "You know, the guy usually gets her back."

You yelped as you attempted to scamper away but a strong arm caught your waist and you struggled to escape. You saw the cone get closer to your face and shrank back - closing your eyes and scrunching up your face.

But the cold sensation never came. Instead, you felt a soft pair of lips peck your cheek and your eyes widened as you turned to look at him.

"You scared me! I thought-" Ice cream was suddenly on your nose. Suga laughed, clutching his stomach. "Your face, oh my god."

You couldn't help but smile at the delight on his face.

When he finally straightened up, your eyes locked and he looked at you with a soft expression. You didn't know when he had started to make your heart pound and your face burn. Maybe it was when he had gently put on a bandaid on the scrape on your knee (he claims to carry a few since you're so clumsy) and briefly swiped his thumb over the plastic, or rubbed your hands and blew on them in the winter, or carried you to your bed when you fell asleep studying together.

He had confessed to you in your second year. You had frozen, unsure of what to do, before blurting out that you didn't feel the same before you could process his words. You had slid down your locker after he waved bye with a smile on his face, saying "no hard feelings", and went to practice. Your thoughts raced. You knew him for such a long time, it would ruin your friendship to date him, right? You couldn't bear to hurt him or end up fighting with him. And besides, when both of you discussed your futures, he had been surprised that you wanted to move out of Miyagi while you were surprised he wanted to stay.

Is this what it would have been like? You thought, as you both sat with your head on his shoulder and his on top of yours. You relished in his warmth and he had a faint smell of laundry detergent. Both of you stared out at the river, enjoying the quiet of the night.

Your hands were intertwined and placed on your lap. Every time you opened your mouth to say something, you found you didn't have the words.

"I made my decision. I'm going to leave after graduation." You finally said.

"Okay," he said softly.

"Like leaving the country."

"Okay." He repeated.

"I don't know when I'll come back."

"Okay."

You squeezed his hand tighter as your eyes suddenly filled with moisture. You peeked at his face to see he was staring at the bright bridge lights with a neutral face and you turned back to look at them too. You heard him quietly take a breath.

"I love you."

You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling.

"Okay," you said.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"In the next life?" You finally turned to look at him. His grey eyes twinkled with humour and mischief. He may have grown taller and changed throughout the years, but his eyes always stayed the same. You both had joked about what you would do if you were born again and agreed that you would meet again.

"In the next life," you replied. "I promise I won't leave you. Ever." You clenched your jaw.

He chuckled. "I'll hold you to it."

The silence between you two as you stared at each other lasted for a brief few seconds but felt so heavy and your nails dug into your palms.

"Come on," he finally said, holding out his hand, "let's go back inside."

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. 

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 3 - this is proper YA, they are dealing with actual high school issues, picking uni, first crushes, online dating, etc... We even got a senior prom trope which almost never happens in Thai stuff (just the freshman uni competition variant). Standard plot pacing means PaperFah’s kiss was too early, might indicate we’re moving to uni in the second half of the series? Tropes included: let me feed you, hand hold, black & white striped shirt, floppy drunk & first kiss. 

Y-Destiny Ep 3 - the first MaxNat ep. Such fun to see them playing different characters. This one is enemies to lovers, tutor/student, but it’s using the “poor little rich kid loose cannon” archetype. Nat is doing his best, but it’s leaving me cold. Lots of tropes tho: boyfriend’s closet, floppy drunk, pillow clutch, the loom & water bottle. 

Lovely Writer Ep 8 - solid installment, good use of many tropes. I really like the leads and I’m glad there isn’t much side dish action, SibGene gave us: punish, touch your face, boyfriend claiming, kissing, sleep cuddling, symmetry, rooftop, cheek kiss, hand hold, and pillow clutch. 

Call It What You Want Ep 3-4 - couldn’t find the subs, don’t really care, will watch if it crosses my radar, otherwise I’m just not into it.  

Brothers Ep 11 - the “everyone wants Chol” show continues (but WHY?), he and Tri are cute together, and now I kinda just want Prab to end up with the twins. I’m confused by the teachers, but Boston showed up (from UWMA), and my boys KhunKaow got together (YES!), so I’m ultimately delighted with the episode. 

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 2 - the makeover happened, and we go from cute with glasses and braces to cute without them. (I’m reminded of those 90′s Pygmalion teen movies where the girl has glasses + ponytail and then *GASP* does not and *GASP* she’s HOT. This was the BL version.) Meanwhile, writers better be careful with Pi, he’s getting too tsundere to like. Did you see they gave AJ a 2gether music intro & pick up line? Well, it’s actually his brother JJ who plays Ohm in 2g. I cackled. GMMTV - you so cheeky. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai 

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 5 - half way point. My poor confused babies. It was a really sweet episode... if what happened before hadn’t happened in the way that it had. Also, these boys have a GREAT friendship but are probably the worst advice givers ever. 

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 3 fin - so cute! Our boys confessed and got together. There was an adorable mutual kiss (I love me a mutual, like Ingredients). Afterwards, they actually seemed to communicate with each other about both sex and their relationship. OMG. How original for BL! This was the last episode, so the series is short, but I still enjoyed it very much. RECOMMENDED. 

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 1-2 - oh boy this one is rough, we started out with homophobia child abuse and moved on to family drama + drunken dub-con one night stand. But production values and subs are better than normal for Vietnam (You Are My Boy levels) + our queer babies are out & proud + it’s higher heat + I’m weak. So I’m watching. 

Word of Honor (China) Ep 25-27 - honestly not much happened, lots of back story. Things are looking dire for the ghosts unless they can turn the Scorpion (I LOVE HIM, he’s my precious deadly baby). Don’t know how they managed to make loosing a battle with an immortal sword god ex-friend cute... but they did. Did some calculations and at 36 eps, mathematically speaking, ep 30 will be the equivalent of a standard BL ep 11. Should I be scared for next week? 

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 1-2 - it’s so effing adorbs, soft bois do old fashioned tropes like arranged marriage + evil stepsisters meets the more modern fake relationship + secret identity in a surprisingly comfortable mix. It launched with baby is a floppy drunk, forced proximity, performative I saw you feed him, and some fun gay panic. It’s a lot lighter and faster paced than I was expecting, but this is Korea so I don’t know why I’m surprised. 

Stand Alones 

K-pop band OnlyOneOf dropped a new MV that is basically BL bait, using many of the tropes we know and love. I promise I’m not trying to lure anyone into K-pop I just thought it was interesting how consciously they’re yaoi dipping. 

Spin-off We Best Love Fighting Mr. 2nd, Shou Zhen | the Only Love Letter Once Written (SERIOUSLY WITH THE TITLES TAIWAN?) anyway there’s a something or other 25 minutes featuring Pei Shou Yi and his boy that aired Friday. It’s about 10 minutes of reboot footage with 15 min of new content, mostly set in the past. It entirely rests on Chih Tian Shih’s acting, fortunately for us he’s great. However, it doesn’t substantially change or add to these characters’ arcs from the finale of WBL season 2. I don’t know if there will be more or if this was just an extra footage fan service. 

COLOR RUSH GOT ITS MOVIE!!! Okay this is almost the tipping point for me to get Viki Standard. It’s listed at 1:56 minutes long but the original series had only c.120 running time - that is a lot of new content. Although i was disappointed by To My Star’s movie I loved Wish You’s, so I am hoping Color Rush got Wish You level treatment. That said, I feel Color Rush the series is damn near perfect already, hard to improve on perfection. 

Breaking News

Close Friend the series got an updated trailer featuring MaxNat (no subs) so if you like them in Y-Destiny or in Why R U get ready for them to play different characters again, this time for a sports romance segment. Like Y-Destiny, Close Friend looks to be another series of vignettes (Original trailer) coming April 22. 

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) was intended release April 22 but is now postponed due to a surge in C19 cases in Thailand.

Tell the World I Love You, a Thai BL movie that was supposed to release last week, is similarly delayed.  

My Ride has been postponed indefinitely with no airing date. 

The Miracle of Teddy Bear got a teaser vid, no eng subs. 

Gossip

Thai BL actors Nanon (Bad Buddy), Yoon (YYY), and Mark Siwat (LBC, Bite Me) have tested positive for C19. Press releases stated they’re fine, tho filming has paused fore their various projects, obvs. (No word on whether Nanon’s current project was Bad Buddy or not, although it seems likely given his recent Arm Share episode.) 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑆𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑌𝑜𝑢/𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑑𝑜𝑙

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Hongjoong, I think you should look at this."

Eden pulled up the article on his phone and handed it to Hongjoong. His eyes shot up when he read the header and quickly scrolled through the page, confusion and worry written all over his face.

"But...but I don't understand why would they say I'm dating?" He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He started panicking when he immediately thought about you. How would you react to this? Would you believe it? Were you going to get mad at him? He quickly got his own phone and began calling for you, but you didn't answer, even after he tried 3 more times.

"Hongjoong, take the day off and go see Y/N. Management will take care of the false article." Eden assured him.

Hongjoong rushed out of there and sped over to your place, but not before stopping at a nearby shop to buy you some teddy bears just in case.

You were barely inside your home for 15 seconds after a tiring schedule, when you heard some frantic knocking on the door. You groaned but opened the door, surprised to find Hongjoong standing there with a huge and small teddy bear.

"I have come bearrring gifts for my one and only love."

You giggled at his lame joke but allowed him to step inside. After putting the gifts down, Hongjoong pulled you close and declared:

"I swear by all things holy and unholy that I love you and only you and that article is a lie. You're the only person I'm dating and the only one I want to date and be with, and I get if you don't believe me but-"

He was speaking so fast you could hardly understand him. Leaning in, you shut him up with a kiss, making him stunned.

"So...you're not mad?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Hongjoong, I've been busy filming for a new web drama that I haven't even checked my phone since last night." You explained.

Hongjoong sighed in relief. You chuckled and pecked his lips again.

"Now do you mind explaining to me what made you buy me some of Yunho's relatives and declare your unending love for me?"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Seonghwa! Seonghwa wait up!"

You chased after him, as you had been doing all day. He had been rejecting your calls, left you on read and when you went over to the dorms, Yeosang let you know that he had went out to get air and cool off because he was pretty upset about the news article saying how you were supposedly dating someone else.

So there you were, waving over at him to catch his attention. As soon as he saw you though, he clenched his teeth and began walking away.

"Park Seonghwa! Stop right there! I need to talk to you!" You demanded.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to look at you, not bothering to hide his anger.

"Talk to me about what? That you've moved on? Found somebody else?"

His words hurt you. You couldn't believe that he'd actually say that.

"It's all a lie! How could you possibly believe any of it is true?!" You exclaimed in indignation.

"It seems pretty believable if you ask me." He crossed his arms.

You sighed and walked closer to him.

"Seonghwa....you don't mean that...you know I love you and you know you're the only one I want....please don't-"

You tried to hold him but he pushed your hands away.

"Stop Y/N. Go back to your dorm before anyone sees us. Wouldn't want a cheating scandal to affect your career right?"

That was the final straw for you. The man you loved was actually believing what the rest of the world was, when he was supposed to know you.

"You know what? Fine......it's clear to me that you don't know me if you're willing to believe any dirt, filth and lie the media wants to spread. And if you don't know me....then obviously you never loved me.."

You turned away, determined to walk away from him forever. You took only 6 steps before you felt strong arms engulf you in a tight and desperate embrace. You knew it was Seonghwa, blindfolded you could always tell it was his touch. You heard him sob softly from behind you.

"I do love you......and I do know you......I'm just terrified of losing you......"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"Hyung! Hyung! Wake up!"

Yunho shuffled on his bed, pulling the pillow to cover his face.

"Jongho, it's our day off. Go back to sleep, still early." He mumbled as he started to slip back into his dream.

"Hyung! You gotta wake up! Dispatch released an article about you!"

Yunho groaned. "So?"

His carefree attitude made Jongho puzzled. Almost as if he expected it.

"You mean to tell me you're....cheating on Y/N?"

Yunho shot up when the maknae insinuated that.

"What the hell are you talking about Jongho?! I would never cheat on them!"

Jongho explained how he stumbled across the article and even sent him the link. Yunho was shocked, he was expecting them to release news that you two were dating, but instead, they wrongly put out that he was dating someone else.

"What the- why would they?-"

Suddenly Yunho got very quiet and serious.

"Oh my god! Y/N!"

Yunho jumped out of bed, pulling out the first set of clothes he could find and dressed himself as fast as he could, not caring to even check his appearance on the mirror, he just knew he had to go see you before you got the wrong idea.

"Yunho? What happened to you?" You asked when you took in his disheveled appearance.

He quickly began rambling about how it was all fake and that he'd never ever cheat on you or even think about it. You smiled softly at your boyfriend.

"Yunho, I know you and I believe you. I saw the article but didn't believe it. You're the most loyal and caring boyfriend I've had and I know you love me. And I love you too."

You tiptoed and pecked his lips, effectively calming him down.

"Now....wanna freshen up in my bathroom? For goodness sake, you still have a drool line on your cheek."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang stared at the screen, his eyes hardly blinking as he scanned each word and letter, his heart dropping as he reached the end of the article. He sighed softly and tossed his phone on the dresser. Curling up into fetus position, he closed his eyes as all thoughts began running through his head.

Was it true? Were you seeing someone else behind his back? Was it his fault? Did you not love him anymore?

Yeosang held his hands over his ears and shut his eyes, not wanting to think, feel anymore. He didn't realize when he started crying nor when he drifted off to sleep. He simply was awoken by a very familiar and warm touch on his hand, fingers interlacing in his.

Opening his eyes, he was met by your gaze. Your eyes were still puffy from crying hours earlier. You were so scared of Yeosang thinking it was true and leave you. Yeosang could see the fear in your eyes. The moment he saw you, he knew it could never be true. He could see the sincerity and love in your eyes.

Yeosang sat up and immediately pulled you close to him.

"I know it's not true." He assured you.

You began sobbing once again, burying your face on his shirt. Yeosang only pulled back when you calmed down enough. He kissed your forehead.

"I love you. You know that right?"

You nodded immediately.

"Yes......and you know I love you too?"

Yeosang smiled at you.

"I know. I'll always know."

He pulled you on top of him, his hands wrapping around your waist, his lips quickly searched for yours, capturing them in a long and loving kiss.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San didn't think the other idol would retaliate so harshly after he rejected her, but he underestimated her. He woke up a week later to a news article stating that they were dating and that she and her company confirmed it as well. San was outraged and offended.

"The fuck makes her think I want her ass when I already got the most beautiful person by my side?" San shook his head as he scrolled through her page.

"Speaking of said beautiful person, have you talked to Y/N about it?" Seonghwa reminded him.

"It's fine bro. On my my way to talk to them right now." He shrugged his shoulders, looking so confident.

But as soon as he saw you, he was on his knees instantly, hands clasped together.

"Oh my God! Please don't break up with me! I swear that bitch is lying! I only want you, I only love you, oh please please believe me!" He begged you, rather dramatically.

You frantically made him get up and ushered him inside your house.

"Don't be so loud! People will hear you and find out we're dating." You told him.

San looked at you, pouty lips and scrunched eyes.

"Maybe we should tell people we are dating. So stuff like this doesn't happen."

You sighed. "San I've told you, I don't think it's a good idea to tell the public about us. Fans might not like it."

"They might.....but who cares? I want to be able to take you out on dates without having to hide. I want to kiss you in front of the whole world."

He began leaning in to kiss you then, but you placed a hand over your lips.

"And you will one day Sannie, but not now. Right now you have a bigger problem to fix."

San nodded.

"I know, but don't worry love. I'll make sure the company puts out a statement denying everything and expose her for being psychotic."

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was and he could tell.

"Yes I know, I'm very extra, but even with my extraness, I won you over and now your mine."

He chuckled as he brought your faces closer, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Whoah! Did you guys see the news?"

Wooyoung couldn't help himself as he quickly sent the link to the other members.

"Seriously? They're dating?" Yunho asked in disbelief.

"God dammit! And I was thinking of asking them out soon." San huffed rather disappointed.

Just then, Mingi walked into the kitchen, where all the members were already sitting on the table, eating their breakfast.

"What's up guys?" Mingi greeted them.

"L/N Y/N is apparently dating one of the members of that new rookie group that debuted." Wooyoung announced.

Mingi stopped pouring his orange juice, puzzled as to why they'd say that.

"Yeah dispatch just released the article." Hongjoong showed his phone screen.

"It's not true." Mingi stated firmly.

"What makes you so sure about it?" Yeosang asked.

"Because I'm dating Y/N."

All of the members stared at him in shock. San bursted out laughing.

"No you're not!" He teased him.

Mingi didn't laugh though. "I'm serious. We've been dating for 3 months now, we just didn't tell our group."

"Are you fucking serious Mingi? You kept a secret from me, your best friend?!" Yunho exclaimed with indignation.

Hongjoong calmed down a chaos that ensued after that, while Mingi went over to his room to video call you and ask what was going on.

"My company is already filing a lawsuit for spreading false news and defamation." You told him.

"So.....you're not dating anyone?" He asked you, looking intently at the camera.

You giggled.

"Don't be dopey. Of course I'm dating someone...."

You blew a kiss in his direction, making him blush and giggle shyly.

"As long as it's false news and not them outing us. I'm so glad our relationship is still secret."

Mingi's smile dropped when you said that. He began chuckling nervously.

"Haha....yeah......about that..."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung crossed his arms in front of you.

"Let me get this straight. Even after I confessed my love for you last week, finally working up the courage to tell you the L word after 6 months of dating............

"You're actually believing some news article that says I'm dating someone that's not you?!"

You held up your hands in an effort to calm your boyfriend down.

"Wooyoung I didn't say I believed it, I just wanted to ask you about it because-"

"Because you doubt my love and actually think I'm a cheater and a fuckboy. I see how it is." He interrupted you before proceeding to walk away from you.

You groaned as you followed behind him.

"Stop putting words in my mouth Wooyoung." You told him.

"Stop thinking I would actually be unloyal to you! When have I ever given you reason to believe me unfaithful?" He was practically screaming at this point.

He was just hurt and upset that you'd think him capable of cheating or playing with you, although that wasn't the case. You just wanted to know if it really was him on the picture, since it was pure speculation and the picture was blurry. But Wooyoung got all defensive and started denying anything and everything.

Right then, San waltzed in the room. Making a tiny spin, he looked at you two.

"I got good news for you lovebirds! Dispatch just released a follow up statement that clarifies, and I quote."

San cleared his throat before quoting:

"Update on the last article: it has come to our attention that the male idol in question was not Ateez' Wooyoung."

"Aha! You see?! I'm innocent! I was framed!" He gestured to himself as he looked at you with indignation.

"It was actually BTS' Jimin." San finished.

"BTS SUNBAENIM?!" Wooyoung screeched.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho was definitely hurt when he read the article. You were the first person he dated and he was already insecure as it was, but this just made his heart plummet down to the ground. He shakily picked up his phone, hesitating and wondering if he should call you. What if it was true? He didn't want to find out.

"Hello?" You picked up.

"H-hi...." Jongho said, voice trembling and whispering softly.

"You saw it didn't you?"

Jongho nodded, unable to say anything. His silence answered your question. You expected him to be uneasy about it.

"Jongho, my love......I want you to know right now that it's false." You stated.

"F-false?" He could hardly believe it.

"Yes love. Don't you know how much I love you baby boy?"

He was glad you weren't there to witness how he melted at your words nor see the blush that spread across his cheeks.

"I love you too." He admitted.

"I'll be there soon."

You went over to his dorm, where a very angry mob of WooSanGi cornered you, demanding an explanation.

"Are you playing with our baby?" San interrogated you.

"Is the article true?" Wooyoung joined in.

"If you hurt him, we'll hurt you!" Mingi declared.

Right at that moment, Jongho walked out.

"Hyung! Back away from them."

Jongho grabbed your arm and placed you behind him before turning back to the older members.

"If you dumbasses are done harassing my s/o, let us tell you it's false news." Jongho pulled you against him, arm wrapping protectively around your waist.

The trio looked at one another and immediately felt ashamed and embarrased about the scene they just caused.

"Told you fools they'll handle it by themselves."

Yeosang's voice startled them all.

"Do you not have anything better to do than sneak up on people?" Jongho asked him.

Yeosang shrugged. "It's free entertainment."

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[leiawritesstories]

Speak To My Heart

Rowaelin Month, Day 15: A bad day

Word count: 3422

Warnings: language, bit of depression, fighting. In short, there is angst in this fic. Hope the ending makes up for the rest.

Linguistics and foreign languages are two of my personal passions, so please bear with the bits of language talk that I couldn’t resist including. Brief word of clarification: a lot of expressions we use in English either translate into something extremely rude or don’t make sense in other languages. Translation companies have been trying for quite some time to make sure they don’t accidentally send a client a translated instruction manual that reads “fuck your mother” instead of “for questions, contact your local energy department.” All right I’ll get off my soapbox. :)

The phrases in foreign languages, marked with *, are translated into English at the end. Enjoy!

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Rowan’s day had been shit. The second he walked through the door, he’d been bombarded with an endless slew of crash reports, malfunctioning equipment, faulty passwords, and best of all, having to rewrite half the security firewalls because one of the rash young idiots in his department couldn’t be bothered to check his work for errors before sending it to management. And management thought it was the department boss’s job to fix all of his employees’ fuckups.

He hated IT.

Even more so since being promoted to department chair. 

All he wanted to do was the fun stuff--program design and development, fixing the flaws in his own designs, and of course making those who tried to break into his company’s systems regret their pitiful existence. But Cadre Tech’s bitch of a CEO refused to let the best software engineer on her staff actually do his job. 

Most days, he could cope with the pile of useless shit she directed to his desk. Most days. Today was not one of those days. Probably because on top of all the meaningless tasks he’d had to field, he was also forced to sit through one of Maeve’s bullshit “department head strategy sessions,” where every department chair had to pretend they gave a single shit about any word coming from their CEO’s garishly red, pinched mouth. 

As if she knew anything her staff actually did. 

Thanks to the compulsory meeting, Rowan was stuck in his office at nearly ten o’clock, painstakingly combing through the final draft of the update to CT’s translation program. This program had shot the company to fame and fortune, or at least insane stock value. “A Google Translate that actually translates,” their marketing department called it, and by the gods, that stupid slogan worked. And made sense. Rowan knew the program was just as good as it claimed to be.

He’d put in the hours, alongside a team of linguists, software engineers, designers, and people fluent in at least one other language. Frequent were the sessions where the project whiteboard turned into a jumble of words in twenty or more languages, Spanish alongside Arabic next to a column of simplified Japanese characters spilling over into a row of Cyrillic lettering. Rowan himself spoke German and some Spanish, but even he was lost amid the cacophony of eighteen different people switching from language to language, trying to figure out how idiomatic expressions translated from one language to another and what words should never, ever be placed together. 

It took the team well over a year of bickering, or as they called it, friendly linguistic disagreements, to make it from loosely mapped concept to functioning program. By the time it hit the market three years ago, the software had been so well promoted that companies all over the world snapped up their chance to finally communicate properly with the client they’d offended years ago with a bad translation. 

At launch, of course, Maeve stood in front of a sea of shouting reporters brandishing microphones, smiling her serpentine smile, and proceeded to thank the creative team for all their “contributions” before taking all the credit herself. 

Said creative team went to the bar that had become their usual gathering spot that night to get drunk and shit-talk their horrible boss, not necessarily in that order. 

His favorite memory of that night was hearing the chief linguist, an outside contract with multiple advanced degrees who spoke eight separate languages besides English fluently, refer to Maeve as “quella puttana rugosa che non riusciva a convincere un cazzo a venire a dieci metri da lei se si vestiva da figa.*” The Italian speakers on the team were crying with laughter, and so was everyone else, once she translated it.

And then she downed another shot of vodka and hissed something that sounded like “sukya bliyad, no puedo mich betrinken con esta ordures.**” When everyone blinked in confusion, she sighed and relayed the sentiment in English. 

Nobody had laughed as hard as Rowan. Aelin Galathynius just had that effect on him.

She brightened his darkest days.

But she couldn’t ease the strain of today.

And it was all his fault.

~

Aelin glanced up at the clock on her wall and cursed in three different languages when she saw that it was nearly eleven. Without meaning to, she’d spent all afternoon and evening writing lesson notes on idiomatic expressions. She really couldn’t help herself once she got into the topic; it was her pet project.

And the subject of one of her dissertations. Yes, she had multiple. 

She’d worked her ass off for years to get through college, then through graduate and doctoral work while teaching at universities to offset costs, then earned a full-time teaching position at one of the top-ranked universities in the world. She got to teach linguistics, her lifetime love, and give guest lectures at other universities and at conferences, teaching people all over the world about the complexities and interrelatedness of language. Hell, she spoke ten; she’d be qualified to speak on linguistic relationships by virtue of that alone.

Gods, she was the chief linguist behind the most successful translation software ever produced. Even if the bitch who owned the rights to said software had literally threatened to sue over ownership rights if any of the people who’d poured their figurative blood and sweat and literal tears into building the program tried to claim a small piece of the credit each of them so richly deserved. 

That software and her role in its creation--even though Maeve Ond had claimed the public credit, the creative team spoke at interviews and made news features for their work in Cadre Tech’s massive success--had solidified her credentials as a professor of linguistics, had boosted her into her lecturer spot.

Last year, her university granted her tenure. 

She should have been overjoyed, and she was, but not as much as earning tenure deserved. 

Because there was nobody to share her joy.

Three years ago, in the wake of CT’s overnight jump to worldwide fame, Aelin fled a love she did not and never would deserve. 

She told herself she would never look back. But she did. Almost every day, she looked back at the life she’d shared with Rowan and tried to convince herself that she did the right thing.

Try as she might, she could never silence the whisper that echoed always in her mind. 

“You broke both of your hearts�� 

Someday, she told herself, someday she would be back in Doranelle. Someday, she would have a chance to apologize. Someday, maybe she could fix the Rowan-shaped chasm that gaped wide in her heart. 

Yet here she was, sitting in a very nicely appointed hotel room in the university district of Doranelle, typing furiously away as if burying herself in notes and prep for tomorrow’s lecture could make the urge to contact Rowan disappear.

~

Three years earlier. Doranelle.

“Knock, knock.”

Rowan’s head jerked up from where it had most definitely not been slumped on his desk. “Wha--Oh. Hi, Aelin.”

“You’re falling asleep, buzzard, let’s go home.” He heard laughter in her soft voice. 

“As if you won’t just get home and start cross-checking every single one of the phrases on your ‘potential problem’ list.”

She chuckled, walking over to him. “Fine. We’re both perfectionist work whores. Doesn’t mean we don’t need sleep.”

“I know you too well to believe you’re actually going to sleep.”

“All right, you win. Come home now, I’ll make some food, and you can put me to bed.” She winked saucily at him, leaving very little doubt what putting her to bed would entail, and he was up out of his chair in seconds. 

“Hand over your computer, Fireheart,” he grinned as they walked into the small house they shared on the outskirts of the city. 

“What?”

“Your computer, love. I’m leaving both of our work bags on the shelf by the front door so we can actually catch some rest tonight.” He pressed a finger to her mouth to silence her protests. “Uh-uh, Ae, we have interviews tomorrow and I won’t let the genius behind this program’s flawless word-to-word be anything but well-rested.”

She sighed, but he saw the love in her eyes. “Here, then, my dear brilliant software engineer. Leave your notebook, too, because I know if it’s anywhere near you, you’ll be up at three in the morning scribbling blocks of gibberish and picking apart your faultless code until you go insane.”

Both of their work satisfactorily put aside, Aelin made good on her promise to cook Rowan dinner. 

And then he made very good on his promise to put her to bed. 

The next morning, they were both awake with the sunrise, content to lay curled in each other’s arms as the morning light spread across their room.

Rowan drifted back into sleep, waking for good when he caught a whiff of coffee from the kitchen’s direction. 

“Morning, you sleepy buzzard,” Aelin grinned, sipping from her mug.

Rowan dropped a kiss on her head as he reached for his mug. He took a long drink, sighing as the milky, sweetened caffeine hit his mouth. 

“I will never understand how you drink your coffee black, Fireheart.”

“Not all of us need to sweeten the hell out of coffee to drink it, Ro. Maybe if you can’t handle the real thing, you should go back to your pretty little cups of crappy cafe tea.”

“Mention my pretty little teacups again, Ae…”

She giggled. “You be quiet and drink your coffee-flavored milk, my love.  We both know you’re impossibly grumpy until you have caffeine in your veins.”

He grumbled something unintelligible as he drank his coffee.

They were nearly late to work that morning, even having planned an extra half hour to arrive, thanks to Aelin wearing what Rowan dubbed her “sexy professor suit.” She fixed the pins in her French twist in the car, making herself once again a portrait of professionalism, and slipped Rowan’s hand from her leg.

“Two hands on the wheel, Whitethorn.”

He pouted. “But I’m a safe driver and I want to hold your hand.”

“My hands are over here, love, not down by my skirt.”

When he pulled into his spot, Aelin closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath. 

“You good, Fireheart?”

Gods, she loved hearing him call her that. “Yeah. I just…needed a moment to settle myself. To tell myself the cameras aren’t here to tear apart what I say.”

Rowan wrapped his hands around hers. “Dr. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the bland reporters are here to stand in awe of your expertise. Not a single word you say will come across as anything but brilliant and beautifully said.”

She squeezed his hands, her usual confidence returning. “I love you, buzzard.”

“I love you too, Fireheart. Let’s go talk about our amazing achievement.”

The day sped by in a blur of reporters, interviewers, teleprompters, practiced speeches, lights, cameras, and crew. When the last bleached-blonde anchor of the last interview of the day cut her crew’s cameras, Aelin flopped against her second-in-linguistic-command, Dr. Nehemia Ytger, the expert on ethnic African languages. 

“If I never see a news crew again, it’ll be too soon,” she sighed. “I’m beat.”

Nehemia snickered. “But we’re done talking about how proud we are that Maeve and her marvelous company have done such a grand service to the world.”

Aelin snorted softly. “Right. And now we servicepeople want to go home and take off our heels.”

“Amen to that.”

As the team filed out of the studio, Rowan made his way over to Aelin. “Holding up?”

“Not anymore,” she said, leaning casually into his side. “My heels are killing me, there’s a hairpin stabbing into my scalp, and I really, really need to pee.”

Rowan laughed, deep and husky. “Let’s get you home, then.”

“I’m stopping in the bathroom first.”

Just before she left the ladies’ room, Aelin heard voices in the break area. Familiar voices--Rowan’s, Maeve’s, and the snippy, borderline whiny tones of Remelle Frelau, who worked in the marketing department and had a hell of a boner for Rowan. 

“--looking at revenue over--” Maeve’s voice cut out, but from the gasps of the other two, the revenue was through the roof. 

“And it’s all thanks to this genius here,” drawled Remelle, who if Aelin had her guess was probably clinging onto Rowan like a platinum-blonde leech. 

“Ms. Frelau, this was the product of a team. No single person could possibly have made it happen alone.”

“Oh, call me Remelle, or even better Remy. And you’re the team leader, so you practically did create it by yourself.”

Aelin snickered to herself. Vapid bitch had no idea what she was saying. 

“That’s not how teams work, Ms. Frelau. We wouldn’t be here without Dr. Galathynius and Dr. Ytger’s language expertise, not to mention the creative genius of the engineers, graphic designers, linguists, and programmers.”

“Ms. Frelau, though her judgment is clearly biased, has a point, Mr. Whitethorn,” Mave said. “You demonstrated remarkable collaborative leadership qualities throughout this project, and I fully expect that you will continue to do so.” Maeve’s heels clicked away. Rowan’s voice followed her.

“Thank you, Ms. Ond, but I have to credit Dr. Galathynius--”

“Will you stop kissing that woman’s ass?” snorted Remelle. “Gods, she’s not worth your time or your praise; all she does is translate words into different languages and you idiots drool over that like it means anything.”

Aelin jerked like she’d been slapped. She knew Remelle was a self-centered, shallow, spiteful bitch, but she hadn’t known she would do this.

“--did more for this project than you and your useless whiteboard of catchphrases,” growled Rowan. 

“I don’t care what she ‘did for the project,’ Rowan, she’s never going to be good enough for you.”

“Thank you for caring about my welfare, Frelau, now please kindly fuck off.”

Aelin chose that moment to saunter out of the bathroom and head straight for Rowan, her face showing no hint of having heard that conversation. She did note with satisfaction Remelle’s vain attempt to march out of the room with some semblance of dignity. Too bad her heel caught on the seam of the hallway carpet and the break room’s tile flooring and she had to grab the doorframe to keep from collapsing. 

“You’re awfully quiet, Aelin.”

“Just thinking. Processing, really. It’s been a hell of a day.”

Rowan nodded. “I bet.”

“And hearing fucking Remelle rip into me for being useless…didn’t make it better.”

“Shit, you heard that?”

“Yeah. I heard that.” Her voice was hollow. 

Rowan pulled into their driveway and shut off the engine. Reaching across the console, he cupped Aelin’s face in his hands. “Aelin. You are brilliant. You are terrifyingly smart. You are a force of nature. Nothing, nothing you will ever do is useless. Don’t let that jealous bitch make you think you are less than the perfect woman.”

She smiled tentatively at him. “She…she told me before that last interview that I could never be enough for you. Because you--because of Lyria.”

Rowan raked a hand through his hair. “Ae, can we talk about this inside?”

That night, he told her about his former fiancé, Lyria. He told her about their whirlwind romance, their youthful dreams. He told her about the horrific crash that stole away Lyria’s life. A drunk trucker, a narrow pass in the mountains. He showed her the box in which he kept all the memories of that life. He cried. Aelin cried. He curled against her, let her comfort him.

“Sometimes, I wish she was still here. She’d understand everything. She always did.”

Aelin had no response. She let Rowan fall asleep, his weight shifting off her and into his bed, and looked through the box. Everything she saw served as another reminder that this was the first woman he loved, the woman who understood everything. 

She was worthy of him. 

But was Aelin?

The more she looked at Rowan and Lyria’s happiness, the more the answer solidified. 

No.

When Rowan woke up the next morning, Lyria’s box sat on Aelin’s side of the bed, a side that had not held Aelin.

He glanced out the window.

Her car was gone.

He got up and frantically paced through the house.

Everything she’d brought into his home was gone.

As was she.

~

Present day. 

Rowan opened his front door mechanically, pulled off his shoes, dropped his work backpack on its shelf, and was halfway to his bedroom before he realized he’d just opened his front door. His front door that was always locked. 

Someone was in his house.

Someone who either had a duplicate key or insanely good lockpicking skills.

Exactly one person owned a duplicate key to his house.

Aelin.

That’s impossible, she lives in Orynth, she can’t be here, he told the traitorous part of his brain that leapt with joy at seeing Aelin’s face again.

He turned around and made his way through the kitchen--nobody there--to the living room. He flicked on a lamp, casting a soft light around the room.

And nearly had a heart attack.

Aelin Galathynius sat on his couch. 

For a moment, he just gawked at her. She looked so…different. Older. Gone was the infectious smile that had captured his heart. Dark shadows smeared under her eyes, testament both to the long hours she devoted to her work and to recent sleepless nights. She was twisting a ring on her right hand, a familiar sign of her nerves. From his angle, Rowan could see a hint of dark script on her wrist. A tattoo. The Aelin he knew didn’t have tattoos.

“I’m not a ghost.” Her voice, weary and hollow, broke the tense silence.

Rowan crossed the room, propped an arm on the fireplace. “Why?”

“Why am I here? Why did I leave? Why did I cut you out of my life?”

“Everything.” He couldn’t keep the waver from his voice, but his eyes burned into hers.

She took a steadying breath. “I’m here to apologize, first of all. I’m here to face what I ruined and to try and start mending it. I’m here to come to terms with everything I broke when I left three years ago.”

Whatever he’d expected her to say, it certainly wasn’t that.

“I’m sorry, Rowan. I’m sorry I left like that. I was…I was scared.”

“You can’t just run away from your fears, Aelin!” He couldn’t keep the frustration from his tone. “You can’t just abandon someone when you have a bad day!”

“I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have left! I know I can’t run from my fears; I’ve spent the last three years trying and fucking failing to do that! But I don’t know what else to do.”

“Saying something about it would have been a good first step.” 

“I’m bad at emotions, Rowan. I tried. It wasn’t enough.”

“That’s not a good enough excuse.”

Aelin flicked a tear from her face. “I know.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m so sorry, Rowan. I should never have left. I let some stupid comment root into my head and make me doubt myself. I made myself believe I would never be good enough for you. I left you. I loved you, and I still left you. I still love you, even though I’ve tried to suppress it. I can never make up for that. I…I just wanted to tell you how much I’ve regretted that horrible decision all these years. I want you to be happy, Rowan, I--”

“How am I supposed to be happy without a source?” He’d dropped onto the couch, close enough to touch her but still keeping his distance.

“What?”

“You didn’t just take yourself away, Aelin. You were my happiness. I’ve spent three fucking years trying to make myself believe I’m better without you in my life, and I can’t.”

She was unabashedly crying by that point. “What do you want me to do? How can I make up for abandoning you?”

“Stay.”

Her gaze locked onto his, both of their eyes pooling with tears.

“Stay with me, Fireheart.”

“But--”

“I never stopped loving you either.”

A choked sob ripped out of Aelin. Rowan couldn’t hold himself in check any longer; he reached out and tugged her gently into his arms. To his shock, she didn’t resist, burying her face into his chest as sobs shook her shoulders. When she calmed, he tilted her chin up.

“Will you stay, Aelin?”

“Yes. Even though I will never deserve your forgiveness, yes.”

~

Translations:

* = “that pinched old whore who couldn’t convince a dick to come within ten metres of her if she dressed up provocatively” (Italian)

** = loosely translated as “Fucking hell, I can’t get drunk off this garbage.” (in order, Russian (badly phonetically spelled out because Rowan POV), Spanish, German, Spanish again, French) (the Russian doesn’t directly translate, so it could mean several different variations of expletive)

~

Might there be a second part? Perhaps......

[glassheartjukebox]

under the mistletoe

feat. asahi, nishinoya, kuroo, bokuto,

“but overnight, the world turns white

feels like something will happen

when the twinkling lights fall in my heart” - the carol

a/n: i come bearing a some festive headcannons. most of these take place during the talking/crushing phase. if y’all want more of these, lmk !!!!

asahi

you and asahi’s tryst under the mistletoe was no accident

oh no no, it was engineered by the devilish helpful 2nd and 3rd years

watching you and asahi dance around each other’s feelings was exhausting

consequently, your friends took your romance into their own hands by hanging mistletoe in the center of the storage closet

when practice ended, kiyoko asked you and asahi to retrieve some paperwork from the closet

as you entered, the both of you remained oblivious to the mistletoe hanging above your heads

that is, until tanaka strolled up, nishinoya in toe, with a very smug look on his face

“look up lovebirds,” tanaka called out in a sing-song voice

cue extreme panic from you and asahi

while simultaneously stuttering nonsensical apologies to each other and colliding in an attempt to flee the closet, you were met with the face of a very stern daichi

you prepared yourself for a scolding about wasting time, but asahi knew that look all too well

daichi, wearing the annoyed expression reserved solely for asahi’s ridiculously glass hearted moments, said, “i’m closing this door. you two can come out when you’ve resolved... whatever this is. asahi, you know where the keys are. lock up when you’re done.”

with that, the door swung closed and the voices of your teammates faded out of the gym

asahi was looking anywhere but you

with a light chuckle to hide your anxiety, you said, “asahi you know i have a curfew on school nights. if you have something to say, say it”

you hadn’t meant to come off so harsh, but the tension was fraying your nerves beyond repair

“i... well... it’s just that..” you watched him take a deep breath, face bright red

he broke eye contact to to blurt out “i’ve liked you for most of our friendship. for all of it really. i think the team got tired of me pushing off my confession. i’m sorry”

you slowly processed the words that just left his mouth. all you could do was let out a loud, relieved laugh.

regaining your composure, you looked up at asahi and he looked hurt. in that moment, there was only one thing left to do

you grabbed his face with both of your hands, pulled him down to your height, and smashed your lips together in a desperate attempt to tell him you felt the same

“god you’re such a big baby, but you’re my big baby. i like you too asahi.”

the second kiss you shared under the mistletoe was much softer than the first; it was filled with unsaid promises for the future

you were 15 minutes late getting back home. asahi definitely owes you more kisses now

nishinoya

dumb and dumber noya and tanaka came up their worst best plan yet while watching a cheesy hallmark movie

“that’s it! that’s perfect!” noya sprang up from the couch

he and tanaka had unwittingly discovered a tried and true way to get his crush to kiss him: mistletoe

after scouting the perfect spot to bring you to, noya insisted on walking you home

noya did not hold back on the flirting. he wanted, no n e e d e d you to know he was flirting with you

“your hands look so cold...” he stared off into the distance, faking as if he was pondering something

“i have the perfect solution!” noya exclaimed, wrapping your hands in his own and lightly kissing them

you weren’t sure which was making your cheeks more red; your crush’s bold actions or the winter wind

noya pointedly walked towards a arch decorated for christmas. you were nonethwiser, still flustered by his bold actions

he abruptly stopped underneath it. noya swears he can feel his heart swell when you cock your head in confusion

once again utilizing his horrendous excellent acting skills, noya looked up and feigned surprise at the mistletoe above your heads

you only make eye contact with him again when his hands cup your face

“well, it is a christmas tradition. who am i to break it?” noya said, a goofy smile adorning his face as he leaned in

you were too shocked to reciprocate the kiss. had his arms not wrapped around you, you likely would’ve fallen to the ground

noya pulled back, trying to hide his unease while he asked “how was it?”

snapping out of your stupor, your hugged him and buried your face into his neck

“it was perfect,” you mumbled, still too flustered to look him in the eyes

after that, both noya walking you home and kisses became more commonplace

tanaka definitely wasn’t silently cheering on noya from the bushes. definitely not. nope.

kuroo

despite seeming extra suave, kuroo had no idea how to confess to you

you two were good friends but the friendship had taken on a flirty tone

the lines between friendship and crush had been blurred so much so much that kuroo had no idea how you felt about him

unbeknownst to him, you were facing the exact same dilemma

the mistletoe incident was very... unlike his scheming self

any other day you would’ve assumed he brought you under the mistletoe on purpose, to continue his flirty banter with you

however, his flushed face and incoherent words clued you into the fact that he did not plan this

he quickly pulled himself together so he could save face through his usual teasing

“aww sweetheart did you really bring me here? are you that desperate for a kiss from me? if you want to put your hands on me, all you have to do is ask. i’m right here for the taking and—“

you surge forward, connecting your lips to his stupid, chapped, rambling ones

kuroo.exe has stopped responding

when you pull back he stared at you in disbelief

“y/n i—“

“that was to shut you up, asshole”

despite the insults, the flush decorating your cheeks was plain to see

kuroo wrapped one long arm around you waist and pulled you close to him as you walked

he leaned down, hot breathe tickling your ear, “can we try that again? at my house? just for research purposes ya know.”

some dumbasses things never change

bokuto

everyone knew bokuto had a crush on you

well, everyone but you

his compliments and excessive skinship flew straight over your head. you assumed he was like that with all his friends

in order to get his point across, bokuto decided he needed a plan

and subtlety was never bokuto’s strong suit

“y/n!” you heard his voice boom behind you. it was 7:30am, how did he have this much energy?

you groggily turned around, absentmindedly adjusting your school uniform. you were met with the sight of bokuto with something green gripped in his left hand

he beamed at you as he lifted his arm above your heads and unclasped his hand

you belatedly realized the herb bokuto had been crushing holding was mistletoe

he looked at you expectantly, exuding giddy and nervous energy

bokuto’s puppy like personality was irresistible, especially in your groggy state

standing on your tiptoes, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek

the sound ring of the school bell interrupted your perfect moment. to hide your embarrassment, you began to walk off to class

not a minute later you heard bokuto’s voice yell “wait! it was supposed to be on the lips!”

you couldn’t control the small smile that remained on your face for the rest of the day

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[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

in celebration of finally finishing that danny phantom thing that i half-wrote at age 15 and resurrected entirely from memory for the funsies, here’s a synopsis/pitch of the other, longer, much more batshit insane and convoluted and fun danny phantom thing i also half-wrote at age 15 but definitely don’t have the time to resurrect from memory like i did with the first one

(this is also the plot i'll use if butch hartman ever personally hands me the rights to danny phantom and i get to write a reboot miniseries. who knows, maybe it’ll happen)

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fair warning this post is. long.

anyway, hello and welcome to: the first full-length fictional plot i ever wrote :’)

so, opening scene: from dash’s perspective even though he’s not a main character in this at all, he’s at the park with his dog and is just, like, in the wrong place at the wrong time when danny phantom comes flying onto the scene in the middle of a fight with bullet and skulker at the same time. bullet wants to arrest him, skulker’s like “no one gets to capture him except ME” and is fighting both of them, danny’s just trying (unsuccessfully) to keep this fight from causing a whole lot of property damage. you know, your standard chaotic fight scene

danny’s a little in over his head here, so dash (bless his stupid, stupid, stupid heart) tries to help, which makes it worse. but don’t worry! sam and tucker show up! and tucker’s got danny’s backpack full of ghost weapons! and they’ve got that gun that creates ghost zone portals and sucks the target up into it! so, right as bullet manages to catch skulker in a net, sam shoots the gun at bullet, but it sucks up the net-encased skulker instead. not the intended target, but whatever, no complaints getting rid of skulker. the fight gets more chaotic, bullet almost kills dash's dog, and eventually dash gets his hands on the portal gun. he’s like, okay, i got this, how hard can it be? manson’s like 90lbs and she could handle the recoil, right? but, shitty luck, bullet sees what he’s doing, and he manages to get to sam and tucker right before the gun goes off, SO the portal sucks bullet, sam, and tucker all into the ghost zone at once. dash is panicking because he honest to god thinks he killed them, until danny manages to talk him down and is like “okay let’s get you to my par-- to the fenton’s house, they have first aid for injuries from ghost fights and you took a pretty nasty hit, we’ll get you and your dog situated and then i gotta go find and save those two totally random teenagers who i definitely barely know”

there are two problems with this plan!

the first problem is that, just as danny’s about to leave, dani shows up at his house. she’s falling apart into ectoplasmic goop again and she’s scared and she doesn’t know who else to go to for help, and she straight up passes out in his living room. danny’s like “crap, i can’t forget about sam and tucker though, hey jazz you can handle this until i get back?” and jazz is like I FUCKING GUESS as her brother leaves her with an unconscious twelve-year-old to go save his friends from the ghost zone

the second problem? he’s obviously expecting that bullet took sam and tucker to walker’s prison, right? well, here’s the thing. walker has recently formed an alliance with (and bear with me on this) the guys in white. he’s no longer running a prison in the ghost zone, he’s running a prison in the human world right on the outskirts of amity park

it will take danny a while to figure this out. poor kid’s just gonna find an empty prison and be VERY confused for a bit

okay, so bullet now has: (2) teenagers and (1) skulker to bring to the fancy new prison they’re running in the human world. he tosses the teenagers in a cell because, like, obviously the phantom kid’s gonna come after them, this is the best bait we’re ever gonna get, and then he drags a curiously quiet skulker to walker’s office

walker takes one look at skulker and is like “bullet. that’s not skulker.” because when skulker got caught in the net and figured out he couldn’t bust out of it, he jettisoned his tiny real body out of the suit and wriggled out through the holes in the net. bullet’s like “damn it” and walker’s like “actually.... no, this might be useful, we can use this. there’s one fugitive we’ve wanted for years and we might finally have a way to bring him in”

ENTER VLAD. he’s the mayor of amity park at this point and, like, deeply regretting that decision. he’s so, so tired. he’s so cranky. he’s considering goading daniel into a fight just so he can stop looking at 60-page long zoning policies on his desk. and then skulker shows up in his office, and he’s... acting kind of weird? skulker tells him that the guys in white have arrested the ghost boy. vlad does not believe him for a second. he’s like “skulker, those federally funded half wits couldn’t catch a ghost if it waltzed right into their front lawn,” and skulker’s like nah they totally got him i saw it. anyway, after a few minutes vlad figures out what’s up, he walks up to skulker and punches a very glowy ectoplasm-y fist through skulker’s suit and pries out the empty cockpit seat, and he’s like... hm. this is. concerning. someone was remotely controlling skulker’s suit. so he checks the tracking device he attached to danny’s backpack (because that’s actually a thing he did in canon wtf butch hartman), and sure enough it’s pinging at the guys in white facility on the outskirts of town, because unbeknownst to him tucker was wearing danny’s backpack when he and sam got captured. so now vlad’s like, fuck, the guys in white (a) somehow captured daniel (b) somehow got a hold of skulker’s suit without skulker in it (c) know who he is because not-skulker referred to him in human form as “plasmius” and (d) they have the audacity to try to lure him into a trap? do they have any idea how powerful he is? oh sure they want vlad plasmius i will show them vlad plasmius

and BOY HOWDY DOES HE. gotta love the hubris on this guy. he waltzes right into the guys in white’s front lawn, puts up one hell of a fight, destroys a ton of anti-ghost equipment, and then gets knocked out and dragged to a cell. the cell right next to the one sam and tucker are in. they’re in the middle of debating how serious this situation actually is because, like, come on, walker’s not the most competent of villains and the guys in white are even worse, it’s not like they can-- oh okay nevermind they, uh. they got plasmius. okay. well. shit,

queue my second favorite trope in existence: unlikely team-up! sam convinces plasmius to work with them to escape, and after plasmius tries (and fails) on his own, he gives in. plasmius uses telekinesis to fuck around with the electronic locks on the cells, tucker walks him through deactivating them, and they’re home free! except (shocker) vlad turns on them. it’s sam’s perspective: plasmius slams a door in their faces and welds it shut with his powers, sam and tucker run another way to try and get out, shit gets chaotic, tucker gets very badly injured because he shoves sam out of the way of one of the guards’ weapons, and they both get tossed in a new cell. sam’s freaking out and yelling at the guard because tucker needs medical attention right fucking now, but the guard’s ignoring her, and then -- oh hey! looks like vlad’s dumb ass got caught again, too, because he gets tossed into the same cell, this time wearing cuffs that suppress his powers. sam reams him out, he’s ignoring her because he’s very angry that the escape didn’t work despite using the kids as a distraction and he frankly doesn’t care how angry sam is right now, and then: tucker passes out. he is NOT doing well, guys! eventually vlad steps up and convinces the guard to deactivate the cuffs just long enough to let him use his powers to stop this kid from dying, which he explains is mostly because he’d rather not be stuck in this cell with a dead body

so, like, half-ghost powers are stupid OP in canon, this is established, so i decided they can have some minor healing abilities too. vlad just sort of knows he can do it in theory and then he accidentally did it once when he was making danielle, so like. he gets the gist. anyway, he’s able to use his powers to get tucker out of the woods, but just barely, because the kid’s still unconscious. it also takes a LOT out of vlad, but... whatever. not like he’s got anything better to do, right? surely he won’t be needing some strength any time soon, right?

anyway, they talk for a bit. plasmius is.... so tired. sam is still angry, but a little less so since he technically saved tucker’s life (after causing the problem in the first place). plasmius defends himself, saying that while he didn’t particularly care, he didn’t think he was actually endangering either of them, because really, of the three of them, he’s the only one in any danger from staying here. he’d assumed, incorrectly, that the guys in white would be careful around literal children, but hey. lesson learned.

a lot of this story involves the three of them interacting, actually. half of vlad’s character development here is the result of a teenager being, like, just painfully blunt about what an asshole he is

so in the middle of this conversation, a few guards show up and drag plasmius out of the cell. where are they taking him? who knows! sam sure doesn’t, but she does see the elevator indicate which floor they take him to, at least. not that that helps much.

meanwhile! jazz, being the little genius she is, spins a half-fake story to her parents about how dani is a friend of danny’s from school, and she’s not feeling well, and she ran away from home because jazz is pretty sure dani’s parents are very very very bad parents. she manages to convince maddie and jack to at least wait until dani wakes up, get her side of the story, and listen to her before they start trying to locate and contact her parents. easy peasy. after talking to dani one (1) time maddie is going to become very protective over this little girl, and she is going to resolve to beat her mysterious father to death with that baseball bat that has the word “fenton” on it

back at the prison: tucker’s awake and feeling okay. plasmius gets dragged back to the cell and is very much not feeling okay. he’s awake, but just barely, and he’s clearly in a whole lot of pain. there’s burn marks on his hands, and his fingertips are burned black, and sam and tucker can’t really think of anything to do for him here, other than like... distract him? so they talk a bunch, mostly planning alternate routes of escape.

in the ghost zone: danny runs into skulker (actual tiny frog skulker) in his search through the empty husk that once was walker’s prison. skulker’s like “hey! you want your friends and i want my suit! let’s work together!”

back at the prison: it’s been several hours since the first no good very bad escape attempt. plasmius has been taken from the cell again. sam and tucker are minding their own business when Tiny Skulker shows up, of all places, in the air vent.

begin Escape Attempt 2: Electric Bugaloo

having a four-inch tall ghost who’s also a whiz with mechanics on your side is one hell of an advantage! he cuts the power, opens a bunch of cells, and gets danny access to the building. CHAOS, kids! the guys in white had captured a LOT of ghosts! ember’s bursting guards’ ear drums, the box ghost is just. screaming, most of the ghosts immediately flee without bothering with the guards, but things are still going generally haywire which is great for our protagonists. danny gets to sam and tucker and starts leading them out, but then sam and tucker are like “wait, shit, plasmius” and danny’s like “i should have KNOWN he was behind this” and they’re like “solid guess, but no” and the three of them +1 tiny frog ghost head down to the very bottom basement level, where plasmius must be.

and he is! this is where the guys in white have been experimenting on him, and because i was 15 and still obsessed with jak II please picture the bigass room from the beginning of that game. you know, the one where they tortured the main guy and turned him into a jekyll and hyde monster? anyway, everyone is very dismayed at seeing even a bad guy like vlad in this situation. skulker is goddamn fuming. danny and co bust in, fight off a bunch of agents, but then! bullet shows up and makes everything much more complicated. sam and tucker and skulker are all busy trying to wake vlad up (skulker is literally jumping up and down on his chest), and danny’s trying to fight bullet and stop him from attacking the others at the same time, which is not easy because bullet doesn’t give a shit about collateral damage. eventually danny resorts to the ghostly wail which is uh. not a great idea. since it compromises the structure of the entire basement and also renders him powerless for a little bit. and danny, in a bit of a panic, yells at skulker to get the rest of them out of there

so skulker overshadows a barely conscious human-form vlad, grabs sam and tucker, and fuckin bolts. he flies them up the elevator shaft and out of the building and into the specter speeder, which he and danny have parked outside behind some bushes

obviously sam and tucker are not pleased with this! they left danny! so they yell at vlad/skulker to take them back, but apparently it’s very difficult to overshadow even a barely conscious vlad, because skulker gets flung out of his body half a second after they get into the specter speeder, and skulker refuses to take vlad back into that place even if he could, so they have no choice but to fly off without danny while they can still get away. there is a flying car-chase-esque scene here, but don’t worry, vlad’s got juuuuuust enough juice left in him to make the speeder intangible/invisible so tucker can fly it down out of sight and get them safely to the fentons.

so, the rescue attempt...... technically worked, but now danny’s there instead. not good! especially when vlad reveals exactly what went down in that room where they were experimenting on him

turns out, a while back, the guys in white stumbled upon some sort of artifact that, with a lot of tweaking, allows them to somewhat control ghosts. (hey, remember that episode where danny called the guys in white to raid vlad’s castle in wisconsin? remember when a bunch of federal agents raided the home of a dude who has, like, a shit ton of spooky supernatural shit just lying around? yeah) so it turns out they never formed an alliance with walker and all his goons, they’re controlling walker and all his goons, and they were trying to figure out if they could make it work on half-ghosts, too, by fucking around with vlad. spoiler alert: it worked! he’s, like, fully certain he’s losing it. it is taking every ounce of his self control to keep his head above water and not go flying back to that facility and/or indiscriminately attack anyone that gets too close to him. he is frequently hallucinating a college-age maddie who seems nice but keeps telling him to just give in to the mind control and fly back to the prison. (LORE TIME: the artifact in question controls ghosts by using and warping half-buried memories from when they were alive, so for half-ghost vlad, we get his best friends from right before the accident.) so yeah, he is straight up not having a good time my dudes

and it’s only gonna get worse! because not only are the guys in white capable of controlling ghosts, vlad now knows that their endgame here is to control enough ghosts that they can send them all out into the ghost zone with incendiary devices and destroy the entire ghost zone. they do not know that would destroy the Actual Real Earth too, and they probably wouldn’t listen if, say, a bunch of teenagers and one forty-year-old half ghost told them that

okay, so the stakes have now been upped from “our friend is in the custody of government agents” to “the world might end.” they know they’re outgunned here. the only way they can get danny out of that place and stop the guys in white is with help. the only way they can get help is if maddie and jack know the situation. the only way that happens is..... if vlad tells them.

so he does. it goes exactly as well as you’d expect. maddie breezes right past the “you’re half ghost” thing and focuses on the “you’re danielle’s father” thing, and she punches him in the jaw, and then she tells him that after they work together to save danny he can never ever think of her as a friend again, which... oof.

they all spend the night at the fentons. maddie figures out how to stabilize dani now that she has the proper context for why she’s falling apart in the first place. also there’s an obligatory heart-to-heart in the kitchen in the middle of the night between a very exhausted and nearly-at-the-end-of-his-rope vlad and a very confused and worried jack, because you can’t give this dude a redemption arc without letting him talk it out with his old bff first amirite ladies

side note: this entire time, skulker’s suit has been sitting in the locked storage closet of vlad’s office, because that’s where he left it after ripping the cockpit seat out and shutting the whole thing down. he calls his office intern, who is FREAKING OUT because there were, like, a bunch of federal agents questioning her yesterday? after the mayor disappeared? and now he wants her to break into his office? is he insane? he’s like “i’ll give you a raise” and she’s like “you don’t pay me” and he’s like “fine i’ll pay your tuition” and she’s like “..... give me ten minutes”

aaaaaaaaand now we have Escape Attempt 3: Tokyo Drift

unfortunately i plucked a lot from this planned ending scene and used it for the ending scene of the dp road trip fic, so this will sound familiar if you’ve read that, but: the rescue mission is a HUGE rescue mission, involving valerie as extra firepower since i’m pretty sure at this point it’s right after she found out danny’s secret in canon? anyway it also involves sam tricking the guys in white into thinking she’s handing over plasmius in a thermos, but in reality she’s giving them cujo. cujo goes NUTS as soon as he’s dropped in a cell and starts tearing down walls. tucker hacks into their security systems. skulker, newly reunited with his suit, draws a ton of the agents in his direction by just being a general menace. jack literally crashes the specter speeder through a wall and he, maddie, valerie, dani, and jazz all flood into the place. fight scene fight scene etcetera etcetera etcetera, final confrontation with bullet and walker that the good guys win and they suck them both up into thermoses etcetera etcetera, danny and sam reunion where the guys in white have clearly been trying to use their ghost-controlling-thing on danny but she kisses him to at least momentarily snap him out of it (shut up i was 15), and then at some point the guys in white get full control of vlad BUT maddie and jack manage to destroy the thing they’re using to control him, so we’re briefly saved there. unfortunately there’s just an absolute shitload of agents that have arrived as back-up, and it looks like our good guys are about to lose, and then--

vlad projects a forcefield between every single agent and every single person on their side. the fight comes to a standstill. he’s channeling every ounce of Charismatic Slightly Unhinged Villain Energy he has in full force, showing off, and he’s basically like, hey, you can clearly see i’m more powerful than both of these half-ghosts and that other ghost combined, seeing as i’m keeping them all from fighting without breaking a sweat (untrue, he is definitely breaking a sweat) and he offers them a deal: let everyone else go, and i’ll willingly help you pull off this endgame plan of yours

the agents are like “why would we let those two half-ghosts go just to get one half-ghost in return” and vlad’s like “i’m SO glad you asked! one reason is that i can do this” and he makes a bunch of clones “so you won’t even need to control a mass amount of ghosts, and the other far more important reason is that if you don’t agree to my terms, i will turn around and kill both of those half-ghosts before you can get your hands on either one of them :) do not :) try me :)”

they do not try him. they agree to his terms. vlad uses those dozen or so clones to forcibly grab danny, dani, sam, tucker, valerie, jazz, jack, and maddie, and flies them out of the building before dissipating the clones. (skulker goes willingly.) then plasmius follows the guys in white to wherever they’re storing all these incendiary devices, and obviously he’s not actually planning on destroying the ghost zone for them -- he grabs up a bunch of the weapons, scatters more clones across the whole facility, and blows the whole place to kingdom come while he’s still inside

nobody comes out of this unscathed, least of all vlad. i’m pretty sure i had him lose a limb in the ensuing explosion? probably a leg? anyway, the closing arc of the story takes place in the hospital, where vlad wakes up and gets a very emotional scolding from maddie for nearly killing himself (and he’s like? are we? okay? is this us being okay? you’re yelling at me but you seem upset that i almost died, i’m very confused) and she eventually hugs him which sort of answers that question, and she’s like “i’m not just going to forget about danielle,” and he’s like “actually i... wanted to talk to you about that”

next scene is the hospital cafeteria, where danny’s safely snug between his parents talking to them and jazz about all the ghost hunting stuff they never knew about, and vlad walks in, only to be immediately stopped by sam, who goes “are you okay?” and he’s like “yes?” and she’s like “good” and punches him full force in the arm like “THAT’S for almost dying” and he’s like “??? why is everyone so mad at me for saving their lives wtf” and she rolls her eyes and walks with him toward the table where she, tucker, valerie, and dani had been sitting. she sees him looking at dani, so she awkwardly nudges tucker and val and is like “let’s! go over there” and leaves them alone. vlad sits down across from dani and basically lays out for her that he sold the castle in wisconsin, resigned from his mayor position, and bought a new place in amity park that... happens to be within the boundary of the casper high school district? and he’s like, listen, you absolutely 100% do not have to live with me. but it’s an option. and you have to live somewhere and go to school, so if you don’t want to live with me, maddie and jack have already agreed to take you in. this isn’t an ultimatum, it’s not a trick, you can just... choose. and whether you choose to live in the house i’ve just bought or not, you’ll be welcome there whenever you want.

and that’s it! i like to imagine that dani chooses to live with the fentons at first and then, like, slowly starts visiting vlad until she gets more comfortable around him. like he's resigned himself to her not being in his house, and then one day she shows up in the middle of him watching a football game, starts eating his snacks and watching the game with him and asking questions about how it works, stays the whole day before leaving, etc. meanwhile danny gets to go on ghost hunting and being the town superhero but this time without having to hide his identity from his parents, and with dani as his live-in sidekick and sort of little sister, and with valerie helping them both out keeping the town safe. vlad keeps doing research in his (new) lab, which is built into the side of his new house and has, like, a lot of windows this time around so it’s more “regular academic lab” and less “mad scientist’s basement,” and he starts mending his relationship with jack and maddie. also he goes to therapy. a lot of therapy. the end

and like i said, if somebody could just make danny phantom public domain i’d already be putting together a spec script for a miniseries reboot with this exact plot lmao

(and bless u if you made it to the end of this post, ily)

[kimoralov3]

Best Friend's Brother

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 2055

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!black!reader

Warnings: Swearing like a lot of it

(Y/N)'s POV

"AJ, Cass, help me bring these sheets and stuff to the extra bedroom upstairs." Sarah said as she poked her head in the kitchen.

"Why are you setting up the extra bedroom room?" I asked as I munch on a slice of cornbread.

"Sam is coming back home and he's bringing a friend." Sarah explained as pointed the boys in the direction of the linen closet.

"Wait, Sam's coming back?" I asked as I looked up at her.

"Yeah. (Y/N), I told you this like a week ago. Do you not remember?" Sarah asked, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips as she walked over to me.

"Oh, right! Sorry, I must've forgotten. What time is he getting here?" I asked as I sat up straight.

"Sometime later today. He said that he was gonna stop by the docks to check on the boats before he got here though. You should meet him there."

"Why exactly should I do that?"

Sarah gave me a look that said 'I ain't stupid' before answering me. "Don't play dumb, (Y/N). I remember how much you used to talk about how you liked him, and how you wished you could just gain the courage to ask him out. And judging by how you reacted just now, I'm guessing that those feelings haven't disappeared just yet."

"I hate how smart you can be sometimes." I huffed out as I rested my head on the counter. Sarah chuckled before patting me on the back.

"You should tell him. You can't keep stuff like this bottled up forever."

"But what if he rejects me? I couldn't bear the embarrassment." I mumbled as I turned to rest my cheek flat against the counter.

"Well then you accept it and move on. But I highly doubt that you'll get rejected." Sarah said as she went to go help the boys.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as I leaned my head up.

"You'll find out eventually!" Sarah yelled from upstairs. I groaned, rubbing my face before going home.

----

Sam's POV

"So you have a sister?" Bucky asked as he looked at me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked as I looked at him suspiciously. Bucky just gave me a smirk and shrugged. "Oh no, I know that look. Keep that cyborg arm of yours away from my sister."

"I make no promises, Sam. Anybody else that I should know before we get there?"

"Well, yeah there's Sarah's best friend, (Y/N). Haven't seen her in a while, though." I rambled as I pulled up to the docks.

"So you have a crush on your sister's best friend? Pretty sure there's some type of rule against that." Bucky said as we got out the car.

"Woah now, who said anything about me having a crush on (Y/N)?" I asked as I got my tool box from the trunk.

"The way you talk about her suggests that you do. You saying that you don't?" Bucky asked as he followed me onto the boat. I shook my head, making my way towards the engine.

"You're seeing shit man. That's my little sister's best friend, why would I wanna be with her?"

"She could probably walk in here right now and you'd start grinning like the Cheshire Cat." Bucky said as he handed me a screwdriver.

"Are you gonna help me fix the boat or are you just gonna stand there and talk about what you think is going on in my love life?"

----

(Y/N)'s POV

Today's the day I guess. I thought as I hopped into my car. I texted Sarah that I was on my way and started the engine. During my drive, I let my thoughts run. Does he still look the same? Does he even remember me? Probably not. Whenever I saw him coming I'd run the other way. He probably thinks I'm a weirdo, and doesn't see me beyond his sister's best friend.

I shouldn't even be worrying about this. I sighed, stopping the car in front of the Wilson's house. I took a moment to compose myself before grabbing my phone and getting out of the car. I grabbed the pot of greens out the passenger seat and walked up the porch, knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal Sam standing there in a black turtleneck. Well fuck me.

"Hey (Y/N), it's good to see you!" Sam said as he pulled me into a hug. He smelled like a fresh baked batch of snickerdoodles, with extra sugar and cinnamon. I could get used to this. I gave him a smile once he pulled away.

"It's good to see you too, Sam! Man, you've gotten taller." I joked as I looked up at him.

"That, and you've always been on the shorter side. Here, let me take that for you." He said as he reached for the pot of greens. I said a small thank you and followed him into the house. "Sarah, (Y/N) is here!" He yelled up the stairs.

Sarah came into the kitchen, followed by a tall buff guy in a navy blue long sleeved shirt. "What's with everyone wearing long sleeves today? Y'all are aware that we're in Louisiana during the middle of the summer, right?" I said as I pointed between the two of them.

"Just got back from the mountains, still a little cold. The name's Bucky, by the way. It's nice to meet you." He introduced himself as he held his hand out for me to shake. I did and smiled at him.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm (Y/N). So, how long are you staying?"

"Just a few days, I gotta get back to New York." He explained as he leaned against the counter.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. I gotta take the boys to the library to work on a school project, but I'll see y'all later." I waved goodbye, taking one more glance at Sam - maybe for a bit too long - before helping the boys into my car.

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Sam's POV

I watched as (Y/N) left with the boys. Damn it, I should've said something. "So that's (Y/N)? I see why you like her, Sam." Bucky said once the door was shut and locked.

"Damn Sam, even Bucky can tell you're head over heels for her. You been gushing about her to everyone you come across?" Sarah said as she chopped up some vegetables.

"So y'all both ganging up on me now? That's cold."

"Nah, what's cold is you holding onto your feelings for almost 20 years now. Even after I told you at prom that she had feelings for you." Sarah said as she waved the knife around.

"First of all, stop swinging that knife around before you poke somebody eye out. Second of all, how was I supposed to know that you were telling the truth? Especially when she gets with some guy the next week?"

"So you believed that she really liked Michael after how much she used to trash talk him?"

"I don't know Sam, you seem to be the idiot in this situation. Although I'm sure that's a role you're used to fulfilling." Bucky said as he stole a carrot.

"First of all fuck you," I said as I pointed at Bucky. "And second of all, yeah maybe I was an idiot for not realizing that they were a fishy couple, but what's the point in saying something now? Like you said it's been years, and I highly doubt that she still has feelings for me. So we should just drop it. Alright?" I looked between the two of them. Sarah was looking at me like I was the biggest idiot in the world while Bucky just seemed amused by the whole situation.

"Sam, did you not see the way she was looking at you? She might as well have ran across the room and kissed you right then and there." Sarah explained as she turned her full attention towards me.

"Y'all are seeing shit. Can we just drop it? Please?" They both agreed to leave it alone, moving on to their own things. There's no way she could still have feelings for me. Right? Yeah, that's crazy.

----

C'mon, how can you get lost getting to the docks that are only 10 minutes away. I checked my watch again, groaning in frustration. Bucky said that he'd be here at 2:30, but it was nearing 3:15 and I was growing impatient. "Bucky Barnes, I'm gonna beat your ass the next time I see you." I mumbled as I looked around the docks.

"Sam?" Someone called from behind me. I turned around to see (Y/N) walking towards me.

"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"

"Sarah texted me and said that she wanted me to help her with something. Are you down here to fix the boat?"

"Yeah. Bucky is supposed to be helping me, but he's almost an hour late."

"Sarah told me that he was watching the boys while we were working here." (Y/N) said as she looked at me. That's weird, why would they tell us to meet here if - oh God. "They told us to meet here because they want us to talk to each other. Dammit Sarah."

"Talk to each other? About what?"

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(Y/N)'s POV

"About what?" Sam asked. If Sarah would've told me what she was planning I'd be a bit more prepared for this situation. Or run away. Yeah, I'd probably run away.

"About us, I guess."

"What about us?" He seemed to be confused, and that was honestly making it worse. How am I supposed to tell my best friend's brother that I've been in love with him since we were in high school? I sat down on a bench for a moment before speaking up.

"Look, I'm just gonna be honest with you," I started out. He nodded, signaling for me to continue and crossed his arms. His muscles just keep getting bigger and bigger. "I like you. I've liked you since we were in high school. Honestly, I'm not sure if this counts as just a crush anymore because I'm probably in love with you. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but Sarah keeps telling me that I should tell you. So I'm doing that now."

It was silent for a moment before Sam let out a chuckle. Then another, and another until he was full on laughing. Was me liking him that funny? "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at myself. Man, can't believe Sarah and Bucky were right."

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit confused here. Right about what?"

"About me being an idiot for not realizing that you like me back." Sam said as he sat beside me. It took me a moment to process what he was saying.

"Wait, you like me too?" I asked softly. Sam smiled, giving me a nod.

"Yeah, I do. Like a lot." Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"Wow, we're such idiots. We liked each other this whole time, but we were too stubborn to admit it." I giggled out.

"And we only admitted it to each other because Sarah and Bucky made us. Don't know how I feel about that."

"Well, let's just be glad. Then we can go beat their asses for tricking us."

----

"Where are the boys?" Sam asked as we walked inside the house.

"They went to go play with Ms. Sherlly's grandkids. What's going on here?" Sarah asked as she motioned at me and Sam's joint hands.

"We told each other about our feelings. Y'all ain't have to trick us into going to the docks to get us to confess though." I said as I looked between Sarah and Bucky.

"Well you two obviously weren't going to get to it yourselves. So we took matters into our own hands." Bucky said as he sipped on a beer.

"We're gonna get y'all back for this. Just wait." Sam said.

"I'm shaking in my boots." Sarah said as she patted Sam on the shoulder.

"Y'all gonna start treating me with some respect. I'm Captain America now." We all looked at Sam for a second before we busted out laughing.

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Title: Extraordinary

Pairings: HotchReid (side pairings Morcia, WillxJJ, others in flirtation)

Summary: League of Extraordinary Gentleman/Vampire AU;

Within the FBI there is a specialized team full of an elite selection of people. Unique individuals with very particular skill sets. And their job is to take the unusual cases: the ones that need to not only be solved, but are undetermined if the unsub is human, or something else entirely.

In a world filled with Vampires, non-human creatures, and subspecies unknown, there is only enough information to have them vaguely regulated. Rules that are so easily, and violently broken, all while hidden in plain sight among the unsuspecting public. Unrivaled for eons.

That’s where the BAU comes in.

Official Posting Date: Now posted on tumblr and Ao3, Click Here

Links: (Masterpost) (Snippet 01) (Snippet 02) (Snippet 03) (Snippet 04)

(TW/CW: This is pretty tame, Emily is just a little intense and eager because Spencer is... well, Spencer, and when she realizes all he can do? Oh she is chomping at the bit. Some trance-like things and witchy stuff and Hotch being territorial without being able to admit it.)

(the story so far/what you need to know for this clip at least: this takes place in chapter 02, what you will all see on Saturday evening, and this version is insanely unpolished (I’m about to go through and fix it up and give it a good make-over) but basically this is the first time Spencer is meeting Emily Prentiss and it makes... an impression. Also, Emily has been at the BAU for about 0.2 seconds and Hotch is already done with her. The sibling energy I love to see. It’s also hella long, as an apology for missing last week and being a day late. All you’ve missed is Spencer about ran into Emily turning a corner and she saved him from spilling his case files and coffee all over the floor. Now they are talking)

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“I apologize, I thought you were an intern or still in the academy.”

“It’s alright, everyone does,” Spencer says without taking offense. He wouldn’t have gotten where he was or lasted very long if he did; however, if he had a nickel for every time someone had been surprised by his age, he’d be as rich as Father Rossi. His full hands actually aids him as he mentions, “I don’t usually shake hands with people, so don’t think me rude. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He offers her a smile in exchange, and it is mirrored on her face just as her surprise kicks up another notch. 

“Doctor, my my I am in for a trip on this team, aren’t I?” she laughs, and it’s a melodic thing that stretches over an expanse of time and history. Ballrooms in Russia and palors of France, Elizabethan and the roaring 20’s and everything in between all rolled into one. He’s not sure how he sees it, an impossible thing, but he can read it like a book and that must have something to do with what she is. “Emily Prentiss, it is a remarkable pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid. Now, I have to ask--” her tone is so charming and playful and probing he barely notices the nuance, “And I’m sure it’s taboo around here, but I have to know -- your regeneration process. Tell me what it is or what you do. You look so young.”

“I am young,” he states simply, finally stunned by a question he’s not usually asked. 

“Yes, yes, we all can’t be a thousand years old like your fearless Vampire leader,” she waves off and Spencer’s eyes widen because… he hadn’t known Hotch was that old. Sure he’d said he’d been alive for the better part of a millennia, but he always said it like a hyperbole. A turn of phrase that’s off by a couple centuries. But --

 A thousand years old. 

That would put him… 

God, that would put him alive, as a human, just before the start of The Crusades. 

“Oh, did he keep that to himself? Oops, my bad. Pretend you don’t know. Anyway -- so are you a Shifter? Or use a particular spell? Oh, or is it a curse? I’m fascinated by curses, I don’t use them often myself but the rigidity of terms using a power so chaotic is just such a fun juxtaposition that I--”

“No, no, I’m… normal, human,” Spencer interrupts her, still the smallest bit shell-shocked, but now connects a few dots himself as she speaks. Realizes very suddenly that Ms. Prentiss appears ageless because she is ageless. She’s also a Witch. One of the broadest terms for subspecies categories, which really doesn’t do it justice. A Witch could be a number of things. Someone who uses magic and science and the very Earth itself paired with the spiritual planes to do impossible things. Witches are beings so powerful they should be uncategorizable. Something Spencer is fascinated by as well. He’s never met anyone like Emily. “I look young because I am young. I’m 27, I’ve only been with the BAU for the past three years. I’m a little excited to not be the newbie on the team any more,” he tries to joke, but Emily’s gaze has gone distant and sharp all at once.

“You’re only 27? And you’re a doctor?” She asks in clarification, Spencer nodding along each time. “You’ve been a doctor, since becoming an FBI agent?” 

“Um, well -- I’m not a medical doctor. I do have three doctorates, though; in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering,” he finds himself shrinking a bit under her intensely interested gaze. “What?”

“Chemistry?” she asks, vaguely more distant.

“That was my first doctorate,” he murmurs back, not sure what has her looking so contemplative. 

“You’ve achieved all of this: three doctorates, FBI agent, BAU -- in 27 years?” she questions, a grave yet wondrous sound.

“Technically I did all of that in 15 years. I graduated high school when I was 12,” he manages to do more than mumble, and Emily’s wide-eyed stare has him spewing forth information like it requires an explanation. “I have an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words a minute, and my IQ is 187 so by human standards yes -- I’m a genius, and borderline on the advanced brain developments scale. But I’m still human. Nothing paranormal or extraordinary.”

The pause that follows is palpable.

“Oh,” she says in an exhale, “Oh, you young soul. You have no idea, do you? What you are capable of...” She tilts her head as she steps closer and Spencer is very suddenly aware that he’s not sure she’s blinked since they started speaking about his qualifications. What he can do, how he got to where he is. No one usually shows this much interest, he makes them uncomfortable for reasons he doesn’t always understand. 

Emily doesn’t look uncomfortable, she looks… hungry. 

“You are so very, very extraordinary. Exceptional, really. Look at all of what you’ve accomplished with just 15 years of life.” That astonished sound again, like she can’t believe her luck--

And then she’s in his space, gaze boring into his, and Spencer can see galaxies in the depth of her eyes. His breath stolen from him and feet rooted to the floor. So he doesn’t step away as she leans just the smallest bit closer, words resonating with echoes across ages.

“Imagine what you could do with a thousand.” 

“Prentiss,” the deep voice of Hotch’s monotone (edged in something vaguely aggressive, and more than a little aggravated)  breaks through their moment. The trance fading like a fog from Spencer’s eyes. “No recruiting. It’s in your contract.”

“You have such a gift, it’s a shame to waste it,” Emily whispers in a rush as Hotch approaches them from down the hall. More earnest than intimidating, now.

“Prentiss!” 

“Think about it,” she winks, and then turns to give Hotch a smile that’s all teeth so sharp she resembles a shark. “Oh, what a sour face. What’s wrong? Were you planning on asking him first? You snooze, you lose.” 

“Conference room,” he instructs, pointing the way Spencer had just come. “Team meeting in 20 minutes. Try not to summon anything between here and there.” She sticks her tongue out at him childishly as she leaves, and sends a quirk of a smile Spencer’s direction that shifts her whole expression into something comically entertained. He’s never seen Hotch interact with someone like this, like they were… familiar, even exasperatingly so. The closest in comparison is probably Father Rossi. But this is less like old friends and more like sibling rivalry. 

The space Emily had just vacated is suddenly filled with Hotch, an overwhelmingly welcomed presence and it eases the tension out of Spencer’s spine and shoulders that he hadn’t even realized was there. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, low and quiet. They’re the only ones in the hallway, but secrecy is a hard habit to break.

Spencer nods, still gaining his bearings once more. “I think so. That didn’t feel like hypnotism. I don’t know what that was.” 

“Prentiss doesn’t manipulate minds or the wills of other people,” Hotch tells him, which is soothing if not for the foreboding question of what just occurred. “She doesn’t need to. She can do a lot of things: change her face, her voice, make illusions and talk circles around anyone -- even you.” Spencer looks up to him at that, aware that his level of intelligence is the only thing that keeps him safe from JJ or Hotch’s influence. His mind can’t be bent, or tricked.

“Then what was she doing? I felt compelled but… not against my will. What was that?” he asks, also quiet but much more high in pitch as his confusion turns his voice to a winded sound.

Hotch’s thin, stern frown does nothing to alleviate the apprehension caught up in his chest like a bad cold. 

.

“Possibility,” he states, grim and not liking that Spencer had fallen prey to such a short moment with Emily Prentiss and her promise of what her craft could do for him. Hotch is well aware that Spencer’s gift of soaking up every speck on information he’s given like a sponge isn’t something to let wither and die like so many before him. There’s so much he could do with an infinite life, such as his and Emily’s, but the curse of living forever alone is not something to be taken lightly. And not to be decided by someone who still has so much more life to live unaided by other forces.

However, Emily was right about one thing. Hotch can’t deny that he’s thought about it. More than considered it as a definite possibility. 

An offer, all his own.

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Blinky x Reader (18+)

Arcadia. Back once more after the 15 years you've been gone. You were a friend of the Domzalski's, and the un-paid babysitter of their baby son. The day they won the lottery, you cheered in excitement for them. And the day they fell into the sea, you cried for them.

The heartbreak of your 2 best friends struck you so severely, you couldn't stand being in Arcadia any longer. The memories, the high school all 3 of you went to, the restaurant you went to after every celebration. You just couldn't bear it. The last memories of the small town were bidding little Toby and Nana goodbye.

But now, you're back.

Nana had contacted you, saying she needed help with Tobies. Half-blind and all, old and raising a teenager, you could see why. You didn't want to be out of your best friend's childs' life completely at the loss of his parents, so once in a while, you phoned your adoptive nephew. Just checking up on him, seeing how he was.

You had accepted, of course. Slightly jumping at the opportunity and a reason to come back to Arcadia, you called in sick for an indefinite amount of days and packed a suitcase. Filling up your car, you hopped into the driver's seat and started the long drive.

You were kind of thankful that you didn't have to buy a plane ticket, hating planes and airports, but the long, lonely roads brought into account new emotions. This is the first time you're going back to your hometown in 15 years.. You're going to see the high school. And the restaurant. And.. Their house.

The house you saw them buy, build and love. You remember watching them set up a room for the new baby. Deciding the colors, layout, and designs of the wall. You remember getting sloshed in the living room, accidentally breaking one of the photos upon the fireplace. Your kind of glad you did, seeing as you took the photo and hung it in your house.

The photo of the 3 of you.

The days were long in your small car, the best you could afford. Stopping at family dinners and shitty motels to rest. The cycle stopped on day 6, finally reaching the sign with bold letters spelling out, 'Arcadia'.

You picked up your phone and dialed Nana. She picked up after the 3rd time. "Hello dear! Y/n, are you coming soon?" She spoke happily, a bag crunching in the background.

"Hi, Nana. I just got into Arcadia, I'll be there in less than 10 minutes!" You smiled as you heard the old lady scolded one of her many cats.

"Alright dear. See you soon." She ended the call before you could bid farewell. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, setting your phone down into your cup container. You took in a deep breath as you entered the small town.

Driving past the buildings that seem so familiar but have changed so much, you felt an array of emotions. Happy your here. Confused as to why they would change things. Sorrow as you remembered multiple memories in the areas you passed.

Driving into the neighborhood, your car stilled at the infamous yellow house. Their house. You stared at it through your window, looking into their own as light shone from within. You sighed and started your car again.

Eventually, you pulled into Nana's driveway. Strolling up to the doorsteps, you knocked 3 times before waiting. A shuffle, a huff, and then the door opens. You smiled as your eyes suddenly felt teary. "Y/n! Oh dear, come inside, come inside." She urges you inside, holding a foot out to prevent a black cat from escaping.

You enter the warm house, the smell of bread and... Burritos filling the room? You shrug it off as you're ushered to the couch. Sitting down, you let out a heave of relief. You're not sure why. "So, how have you been?" You ask as Nana moves towards the kitchen, presumably to make you some tea.

"Oh, I've been fine. Toby and the cats keep me busy." She laughs as she grabs 4 cups. 4 cups? You could understand that the other 1 would be for Toby, so who was the other one for?

"That's great Nana." You smile, sinking into the soft cushion. Your car was not the worst, but my god the seats were terrible. It felt like nails were digging into your back and ass. Not that good for almost a week's road trip.

"So how are you dear?" She spoke as she took the kettle off the burner as it began to scream.

"Oh I've been better, I mean- WAIT- NANA, LET ME HELP YOU!" You shout, running towards the old lady, taking the opened kettle out of her hands. Unbeknownst to her, she had almost poured boiling water onto her cat.

"Ohoho, your so helpful already." She mumbles, skittering off into the living room. You look down at the tea bags sat in one of the empty cups. Orange Pekoe..  She still knows what kind you like after all these years. Your heart swells as you pour hot water into the cups, your lips rising like a goofball.

Stirring the drinks, 2 of the cups had hot chocolate and the other 2 had tea. You could guess which is which, so you handed Nana a cup while placing your own on the table before grabbing the other 2 mugs.

"I'm gonna bring this to Toby and..?"

"Oh! Toby has a friend over. His international friend, his names Arthur-San." You nodded and headed upstairs. From the top, you could hear loud cheers from inside the room you thought to be Tobies'. You knocked and waited, but you don't think they heard you from the loud volume of a video game.

You sighed and opened the door. Inside, 2 backs were turned to you. One, obviously being Toby and the other.. It was a white sheet. A large, very large in fact, figure was sat beside Toby, wearing a bedsheet. Uh-

"Hey Toby, and Arthur, Nan-" You stopped mid-sentence as the heads turned to you. A large, circle-ish face appeared from the draped sheet. A green, mossy beard decorated its chin, a mouth with 4 long teeth sticking out, and are those- HORNS??

"T-Toby.. Who is that?" You cautiously, and very slowly, set the drinks down onto a nearby dresser.

"Aunt Y/n?! What are you doing here?" Toby gets up and comes near you. You quickly grab onto him, wrapping your arms around him as you run out the door. "Wait- Auntie Y/n, he's a friend!" You turn around and quickly shut the door as you place Toby back down.

"Toby, go get Nana and run!" You scream. He just stands there, sighing. A knock from the inside of the room startles you. "Wingman?" A gruff voice speaks. You shriek as the knob is pulled from your grip, the door opening as the large head sticks out, right in front of you. Its black nose presses against your shoulder, pulling in a long sniff.

"Oh go-" And your fainting. A stone hand stops you mid-fall, preventing you from hitting a hard bottom as your eyes closed.

"I'll call Jim."

-

You awoke on a soft plush. Feeling around, you realize you're on a bed. "Master Jim, Lady Y/n is awaking." A deep voice calls out, sensing that you knew he was close to you from how loud he was. You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the light of the room. Looking around, it was just a regular room. Including a monster with 6 eyes.

"AHHHH!" You scream, scrambling off the bed. The moment you do so, 2 teenagers including Toby run into the room. You move near Toby, your eyes locked on the monsters.

"Woah! Calm down Miss Y/n, if we can just explain everything-" You cut the boy with twig legs off.

"Oh, you kids better explain as to why there is a- .. A-"

"I believe the word is 'Troll." The blue monster says.

"Yes! That! Why there is a troll with 6 eyes and 4 arms staring at me right now!" You pointed to Toby, "And you! Explain what happened earlier, with that big guy. Right now." You huffed.

"Is she talking about Aaarrrgghh?" The girl with a blue streak in her hair spoke.

"Aaarrgghh? Wait a minute.. Arthur?!" Your brows furrowed. "Toby, have you been lying to Nana about this 'International student'?" You made finger quotes as you looked upon your nephew's embarrassed face.

"Uhhh, maybe?" He shrugs. You sigh, disappointed in your nephew.

"If you'll allow me to explain, Lady Y/n,"

Oh- no man, or at least you think it's male, has ever called you lady..

"Aaarrrggh and I are trolls. Master Jim as you see over there," He points to chicken legs, "Is the troll hunter. Underneath your world, there is a magnificent other world, filled with trolls and things you couldn't possibly believe." He waves his hands up in the air.

You nod, taking it all in.

"Ugh, this hurts my head." Another world? Trolls? Troll hunter?? Jim moves beside the blue troll whose name you don't know and speaks to him softly.

"Hi, I'm Claire." There's a hand that's shoved in front of you, in which you awkwardly shake.

"Hey, I'm Toby's aunt. Not biological but I knew his parents well." She nodded before removing her hand from yours. You leaned down, whispering into Toby's ear.

"Who's 6 eyes?"

A voice answered you before Toby's mouth even opened. "My name is Blinky. A pleasure to meet you, lady Y/n." The troll paddles over to you, his stone feet making satisfying clicking sounds as he walks. He holds one of his upper hands out for you to shake.

He didn't seem like such a threat, in fact, he seemed like a gentleman. You smiled and shook his hand. His skin was stone, as you could feel the cracks engraved into it as your hand flooded with a strange warmth.

"Nice to meet you too, Blinky." You release his hand after a few seconds of shaking.

"Master Jim and I were discussing a matter regarding you. If you would like, we could show you Troll Market."

"Troll Market?" You question.

"The home of trolls such as myself, and Aaarrrgghh over here." He points behind him, your eyes wander over to the window as you see that large head. The large troll waves a hand and smiles, seeing as everybody's eyes are now on him.

"Has he been out there the whole time?" You ponder. Why isn't he just in the room?

"Rooms too small." You look around, finding it is indeed smaller than your nephew's room. Oh well. You think about the opportunity to travel to this unknown world. Eh, why not. You would be keeping an eye on Toby as well, so that's always good.

"Um, well, if your offering then, of course, I'd come. Thank you for inviting me." You smile at the blue troll. He smiles back, his 6 eyes staring into your 2. His eyes just seemed so soft.. And mesmerizing, having never seen anyone like this before. Your eyes ghost his face, inspecting upon closer details on the stoned troll.

...

"Ahem." Jim coughs. You both suddenly break eye contact as Blinky coughs, making his way towards the exit.

"Aha! Yes, we should be going. Daylight is rising." He muttered as the teens follow him out. You follow, exiting the house as the breeze of the night flushes your already pink cheeks. Your lead to the bridge you had driven over while entering the town, but now under it.

Aaarrrgghh is tossed a glowing stone by Blinky, creating a semi-circle on the stone of the bridge. He punches the wall, creating a crack before it starts to fall apart. Yellow swirls around the stone before creating something like a portal?

The trolls head in, followed by Jim and Claire. "Cmon auntie, it won't hurt you." You begrudgingly sigh and follow him inside the glowing portal. Stepping inside, you wince as you close your eyes.

Not even a second later, you could feel your area darken. Opening your eyes, you see everyone else staring at you. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Goddammit. The kids laugh as Blinky looks at with you an indescribable expression.

Is he disappointed? Shocked? Unbeknownst to you, the corners of the blue troll's lips rose. "This way, lady Y/n." His 4 hands motioned you to the crystal stairs, swirling downwards in a circle. Oh my god- Wow.

Everyone makes their way down the steps, in comfortable silence. Coming further down, you stop as you take in the view. The magnificent, one-of-a-kind, breathtaking, OH MY GOD, view. "Wow." You mumble in awe, looking up at the enormous, orange crystal in the center. Everything was so beautiful.

"Welcome to HeartStone Troll Market!" Blinky exclaimed from behind you. The other smiled as they watched your reaction. Stepping down the steps, you ended up beside the 6 eyed troll as you stopped.

"Where should we go first?" Toby asked as you gazed upon the well-spoken mystery. Now taking a better look as the others speak, you watch as his eyes blink simultaneously. How the 2d tooth on both sides of his mouth is cracked. The deep grooves into his stone skin. You paid minor attention to what he was wearing before, but now looking closer you see the 2 satchels sporting each hip on his brown overalls.

Your gazing ventures further down, looking at his flat feet. Heh, they look stumpy. "Great! We'll take you to the forge, where you can see my impressive hammer skills!" Toby proclaimed, steering your head up from your gaze.

6 eyes met yours. Oh god, did he see you staring at him? Did he see you staring below his waist??? He doesn't bring it up if he did, instead leading the 5 of you to the 'forge'.

"This is the forge, where many of our great warriors have trained." Blinky gestures around the grand room. You look around in awe, feeling a little overwhelmed by such a beautiful realm.

"It's amazing." You whisper, settling yourself on the sidelines of the giant arena as the kids grab weapons. Weapons?! Oh god.. Aaarrrgghh comes and sits behind you, jolting you with a loud thud as he sits. Blinky stands beside you, gazing out at the children.

"Indeed they are." Your eyes meet his 6, a glance before breaking contact. You smile, proud of your little nephew.

"Aunt Y/n! Look!" The ginger boy yelled from across the large expanse. You watch as he pulls out a small item, before smashing it to the ground. It sprouts a large, flaming orange hammer. Your mouth widens in shock as you see him swish the weapon around. "Impressive, right? It's my war hammer." He says as he trudges over to you.

"Uh yeah, just please be careful with that." He laughs before skittering off. Guess he gets that from Nana. You sigh as you watch the kids spar, rather impressed by Jim's armor and Claire's staff. After they were done fooling around, you see as Claire checks her watch.

"Guys, it's almost 6:30. We should get going." Mumbling as she puts away her shadow staff. Toby groans, retracting his hammer as Jim takes off the amulet.

"Ughh, I forgot we had school today." You slightly chuckle at the kids' words, being the exact same as a child. Jim, Claire, and Toby all run towards the exit of Trollmarket whereas you stand still. Toby looks behind him, seeing your unmoving form.

"Are you coming, auntie?" He cocks his head.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, I just thought I would have more time checking the place out.." You trail off, glancing at what you thought to be your last look at the mysterious underground world. From behind you, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh look towards each other.

"Ahem, if I may, Aaarrrgghh and I will accompany Lady Y/n down here while you're at school. If.. That is alright with you?" His dark, red eyes turn to your form. You nod excitedly.

"Yes! Yes, I would love that." His lips form a smile, 6 eyes gleaming at you before turning back to the other 3 humans.

"Now, run along kids. Aaarrrgghh and I will keep Lady Y/n safe." 2 of his hands form a 'shoo' motion as they smile. You move towards Toby, wrapping him in a hug before bidding goodbye. Turning towards your new-found troll friends, you couldn't help but grin as your leaded into the busy streets of the market.

"This place is so beautiful. How long have you guys been living down here?" You wonder, looking around at all the shop stalls.

"A few centuries, after the battle of Killahead bridge, we had traveled until we found the heartstone you see today." Blinky gestured a hand to the bright, orange crystal towards the center wall of the market.

"Hated boat." Aaarrrgghh chimed in from behind, his large statue circling both the conundrum troll and the female human.

"Yes, we all did." Memories flashed in his 6 eyes before he shivered, obviously not liking that part of his life.

"Killahead bridge? What's that?" You question. You're stopped in front of what looked to be a bookstore. The 2 trolls enter, you following closely behind them as you take in the view. Books littered the walls everywhere. Bookshelves, books on tables, and some even on the floor.

"Ah, and that's the reason why I took you here. You seem like a lover of history, as I am. Therefore, Lady Y/n, I have taken you to my lodgings to learn about troll history!" He exclaims, clearly excited.

"This is your house?" Looking around, it does suit him.

"Indeed, now make it as if your own. I will fetch you some books you can read that will fully satisfy a craving for troll history." He runs around the room, 4 arms stacked full of large books that would most likely take you hours to read. Aaarrrgghh yawns from the corner, bored.

A few minutes later, he sets the books down with a thud on a large table. You sit in one of the chairs presented, grabbing one of the books from the top of the stack. Opening it up, you stare blankly. Turning the pages, you realize you can't read the language.

"Blinky, I can't read this." You say, head popping up from the pages, meeting his 6 eyes. He walks over to you, standing closely behind you as he looks over your shoulder. Your heartbeat quickens as you can see the strands of each of his hair. His long ears softly flap as his eyebrows furrow while reading what you can't.

"Hmm.. That is an issue." He sets a hand on his chin, pondering for a quick while before getting an idea. Sliding a chair over, he sits in front of you, grabbing the book from the table into his 2 upper hands. "Well, I'll just read it to you!" He smiles as you nod, eagerly wanting to learn about something you didn't know existed until 2 hours ago.

And so began the many hours of Blinky reading trollish to you. At some point, Aaarrrgghh decided to leave the hole, leaving you and the conundrum troll alone. You arch your strained back as he finished reading the last sentence of the 3rd book. "And those were all the creatures starting with an A!"

"Wow Blinky that was really, informational." Stretching your legs outwards, you bump onto his foot with your own. Recoiling your legs, you speak quickly, "Oh, sorry." Your cheeks flush.

"No worries Lady Y/n." He sets the book down on the table. "This may sound a bit odd," His eyes find yours, "but I've always been fascinated with the human body. If it's alright with you, lady Y/n, may I take a look at you?"

You thought for a second. Of course, you would also be curious about a different type of species other than your own. Plus, although you've only known him for a few hours, you trusted him. You nod, "Yea sure." He visibly relaxed at your answer. "But," You continue, " I want to look at you too."

He blinked, processing your words before smiling. "Of course." You were unsure of what to do now, sitting in silence as you both watched each other. It was only when he scooted closer, the sound of his chair scraping the ground broke you from your gaze.

"If I may..?" He gestured towards your resting arm. You quickly lifted it up and bent closer, showing him your fleshy arm. He told ahold gently, stone hands that were surprisingly warm against your skin. He traced up and down your arm, squishing a few times.

His breath tickled your skin, resulting in tiny goosebumps forming. "What are those small bumps?" He mumbled, eyes fixated on your arm.

"Those are goosebumps. Humans get them when we're cold." You answer, enjoying being the teacher for once.

"Fascinating." He moved down from your arm towards your fingers, squishing, prodding, rubbing. Your hands tingled in his own as he poked your fingernails. "And these?" He pointed towards them.

"Those are fingernails, they're made of keratin." He nodded, placing your hand down.

"Thank you for allowing me to look at you, lady Y/n." You smiled, waving your hand.

"No problem. Now it's my turn." He lifted his lower arm and extended it towards you. You grab hold, a bit taken aback at the size. His hand could easily fit around your whole face. You rub the warm stone, strumming your fingers along it as you play a rhythmic tune.

Unlike you, he only had 4 fingers, every one of them very large. While your head is down playing with his hand, his 6 eyes gaze upon you. Never did he allow a human he just met to poke and prod at him, so why did he allow you? The moment you had awoken in Toby's house, a scream and a stumble he had expected when you saw him, but he didn't expect you to shake his hand for so long.

He would have sufficed a quick shake and a fearful let go, leaving you in his 'ok' books. But, you just kept staring at him, even now, he feels his heart shake a little as you examine his arm. Standing near him willingly, refusing to leave with Master Jim and the others, but to stay and explore more of his world? Oh dear.

"You know," Your voice snaps him out of his daydream, "even though you're made of stone, you're actually very warm." You note as you caress his arm.

"Ah, yes, rather strange isn't it?" He brings an upper hand of his to his mouth and coughs. He could feel as you trace the engravements on his skin, your fingernails scratching him a little.

"Can I touch your belly?" He sputtered at the question.

"My stomach?" You lift your head, watching as his face contorts into a confused expression.

"I mean, uh- never mind." You release his hand and try to laugh it off. Well, that was embarrassing. You feel your cheeks rise in heat as you look at the ground.

"You may." A soft voice beckons you to look up, staring at the oh-so-kind troll, looking down at you with gentle eyes. You smile, giving a small thank you before moving your hand towards the troll's exposed stomach. Settling your hand on the stone belly, you felt him jolt slightly.

Tracing the engravings upon his skin once more, you lean closer and place your other hand onto him. Your eyes focus on his body, not daring to make eye contact. Whereas, his 6 eyes stared intently down at you. Watching, feeling your every move. He could somewhat feel your breath on his stone skin as well. Although he did find it odd you would want to touch his stomach, it did feel nice.

Your hands caress his body, leaning your face in as you stare into the cracked stone. Wonderous. As you slid your hands up, you went a bit further than you assumed as your hands went upon his chest. "Oh- sorry about that, getting a little handsy heh." You remove your hands and scratch your neck as you mentally slap yourself. Goddammit Y/n. You could feel your cheeks reddening.

He says nothing, so you look up at him. His eyes, half-lidded, staring at you with an unexplainable expression. What is..?

"May I smoosh faces with you?"

"Pardon?" You lower your hand from your neck, head shooting up from his words. Smoosh faces? Wait.. Did he mean kissing? "Do you want to kiss me?" You whisper.

"Yes! That's the word." He nodded.

"Then, yes." You nod, slowly leaning back towards him. He swallowed as you closed your eyes, coming towards him ever so slowly. He pushed his face towards yours, his large lips pressed against yours. His teeth touched your cheeks, but he was careful not to hurt you. 2 of his arms came and clutched onto your shoulders.

Unconsciously pulling you closer towards him, you lifted yourself out of your seat and onto his lap. Lower hands settle onto your waist, holding you close as you continue the kiss. He pulled away first, 6 wide eyes settled upon you.

"That was.." You try and find the word.

"Magnificent." He breathed out. His arms slowly slid up and down your waist, caressing your clothed skin. "May I.. Remove your shirt?" Struck with lust, you nodded, lifting your arms up as he removes your shirt. Discarding the shirt to the floor, he leans in and breaths in your scent.

"Blinky," You whisper in his ear, "take off my pants." You slowly grind against him in his lap, breathing heavily. He aides you in removing your clothing, until your sitting on him with only a bra on. You unclip your bra and toss it to the side, your breasts free from the barrier. Your nipples harden at the cool air, gaining the troll's attention.

He asks for your permission, "Blinky, I wouldn't get naked just so you can't touch me." He removes his upper hands from your shoulders and placed them over your breasts. He experimentally kneads, pushes, and rubs your fat lumps. You softly moan, encouraging him to continue.

"You are very squishy.." He mumbles, softly pinching your nipples. You arch your back, pushing your chest further into him as one of his lower hands moves to support your back. You grab his hand attached to your waist and pull it between your legs.

"Touch me here." You release the stone as he complies, his large fingers fiddling between your folds. He takes experimental rubs into you, finding your clit with your help as you release a loud moan. His hands continue to rub your tits, rubbing your nipples with soft strength.

"O-oh.." You grind into his hand as he rubs your button.

"I'd like to take a closer look, if I may?" He puffs in your ear. You nod, frowning as he removes his hands from your body, only to lift you up and carry you towards a back room. Entering the new room, you see a pile of pillows and blankets littering the floor. He sets you upon them before removing his overalls.

You move a hand between your legs and feel your wetness, circling your clit a few times as you beg for him in your mind. He lays his clothes on the side before returning to your side. Settling his face between your legs, he inhales your scent deeply through his large orange nose. "Human anatomy is rather fascinating up close."

He says it as if he.. You sit up, bumping against his nose before he brings his head up, a confused expression on his face. "Blinky, is this the first time you've done it?"

"Done what?"

"Had sex..?" He smiles at your worried expression. "Cause we can stop if you want to-"

"My dear, this is only the first time I've done anything with your kind. As well, I am positively overjoyed to be with you right now. Rest assured, I want to do this." You exhale and smile, flopping your head back down.

"Well, that's a relief. And I am too, Blinky, really happy to do this with you." You avoid eye contact, your cheeks too flushed to be seen. He returns his head back down, his fingers spreading your lips as he explores you.

He blows air, rubs, licks. As his mouth plays with your outer part, a stone finger gently prods your entrance. Sliding into you with ease, you gasp as you thought how a single digit was so thick. You're having sex with a troll, duh.

Soon enough, with all of his stimulation, you came around his finger. "AhhH~" Crying out, he halts his movements as you come down from your high. He leans up as your thighs twitch, bringing his soaked finger to his mouth before licking.

"Was that alright?"

You panted, holding up a thumbs up. "Amazing." He gave an innocent smile, amusing in the situation that had just occurred. You leaned up, sitting on your butt. "Blinky, so um," You gestured towards his blank pelvis.

"Ah, for me to release my, 'intimacy', I will need to be coaxed open. Protective plates will shift, revealing myself." You nodded, crawling closer towards him as he leaned back, parting his legs. You didn't know exactly what to do, so you started with rubbing the stone. Looking up towards your lover's face, he seemed to like it as his 6 eyes fell half-lidded, staring down at you.

You continued rubbing until what he had said happened, his plates parted, revealing not one, but 3 appendages. The middle, being the largest, whereas the other 2 were shorter. "Ah.. Yes, the middle one is the functioning one, carrying the sperm. The others are for added stimulation." He muttered as your hand softly caressed his cocks.

"So, how do you wanna do this? You lie down or me?" You stroke him as he ponders.

"It is your first time with a troll, so allow me to take command." A breathy voice mutters, hands removing yours from himself as he sets you on your back. "I fear the other way around would have you in pain." He was right, cowgirl position usually gets deeper.

You settle down as he scooches near you, hands ahold of his larger phallus. The smaller ones swirl and wrangle as their placed near your thigh creases. He angles the middle one to your hole, as 2 of his hands grasp your waist. Pushing his hips forwards, he slowly slides in, stretching you no man, or toy had ever done to you.

Your hands find his attached to your skin, grasping onto his hand and signal him to slow down. He does, waiting for you to adjust to his girth. It takes a long while as you wait for the pain to settle as he pushes himself in little by little. After a couple of minutes, you finally have him all inside without any pain. Discomfort? Yes, but nothing you cant handle.

As he pulls out, the first few pushes are testing. Testing your levels and discomfort. Hearing the soft sounds you make as he slowly enters you, he speeds up his thrusts. Rocky digits hold onto your skin, moving upwards towards your breasts as another set comes onto your skin. He leans over you as he rhythmically pounds into you.

His smaller tendrils wiggle and surround your opening, gently prodding your hole. You couldn't dare to fit another one inside, could you? He stares at your form, looking for any signs of pain. "Are you alright so far?" He rolls his hips against you.

"Yes! It feels so good.." You lift your arms and place your hands onto his cheeks. He gives you a toothy smile before returning to the task at hand. Your arms fell to clutch his own around you as he gives a sharp thrust. You moan as he bites his lips.

A deep growl resonated within the bookworm's chest as one of his smaller tendrils slowly pushes its way inside of you. You whine as it snakes its way through your hole, wiggling against your walls. You feel so full. You could feel yourself coming undone, a ball in your stomach forming as he slithers inside of you.

The outer phallus slides up your vulva, towards the top of your lips, finding your little pink button. You squeal as you are overwhelmed with pleasure. He grunts over you, clenching his teeth as he continues to thrust. Wet sounds surrounded the room, the slapping of him against you is the only sound in the room.

You clench down around him, both of his cocks still moving as you release onto them. Soaked in your juices, they glisten in the light as they're pulled from you in mere milliseconds before pounding back inside you. You cry out from the overstimulation, your face contorting into many expressions as your opening's abused by large cocks.

As he nears his end, his chest rumbles as he begins to make curious sounds. Deep throaty rasps, before a loud yelp lets out from his tusked mouth. Hot seed envelopes your insides, soaking your walls. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm before he settles down. Pulling out from you, he leans to the side and flops down.

You pant and turn towards him, grabbing onto his hand as he heaves. You both lay in silence, catching your breath from such an exhilarating activity.