#this episode took me like 2 hours to do oh my GOD

[doctorwhoisadhd]

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[loulovingho]

part 2 to my lonely tommy fic. this time he's not so lonely anymore.

“What did you do this time?”

“Angela!” Tommy exclaimed, smiling brightly as she walked into the room. “Or Angie? Angel? We never clarified that.”

“You know, when I saw your name I thought dear God, that man's still alive? I was certain you would have sawed off a few more body parts by now.”

“I'm trying to keep my limbs, I promise.”

“So then tell me why you're here, back in recovery.”

“My appendix hates me.”

“Oh, that's a pesky little thing, isn't it?” she asked.

“It is. Are you my nurse today?”

“Not supposed to be, but I've got seniority on Gina, so she can deal with the jackass in 212.”

“I knew I was your favorite,” he replied, giving her a wink.

Angela rolled her eyes. “I haven't looked through your paperwork yet,” she said, waving the file in her hand. “Should I assume nothing's changed from last year?”

“You know what they say about assumptions, Angela.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Are you telling me there's gonna be a person to call in here?”

He nodded. “There is a name and a number. And it's a person I actually know. You won't have to call though.”

“I swear, if you tell me you brought yourself here again-”

“No, no, I didn't this time. I just-”

“I got some jello cups from the nurses station, and ice for- Marie?!”

Angela's eyes widened, a grin on her face. “Buck!” she exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.

“Marie?” Tommy questioned, confused.

Ignoring him, Angela kept her focus on Buck. “What are you doing here? And in normal clothes! I only ever see you when you're in the bed!”

Buck laughed. “I'm a plus one this time. Tommy's appendix decided to burst in the middle of his shift.”

“You two work together?”

“Oh, no. He's at 217, I'm at 118.”

“He's my boyfriend,” Tommy clarified.

“Ohh, okay.” She turned toward Tommy, wiggling her eyebrows. “That's some new information for me.”

Buck took the ice and jello over to Tommy. He tore off the lid and scooped a little bit of the lime jello onto a spoon, then brought it up to Tommy's mouth. He took the bite without complaint.

“They only want him eating soft foods for the next few hours,” Buck said as Angela watched them both with nothing but fondness on her face. “But he gets hungry so fast I keep going for more jello cups.”

“How about I search around for something that will keep you fuller a bit longer?” Angela suggested. “Like some mashed potatoes?”

Tommy swallowed the next bite of jello. “That actually sounds really good.”

“I'll be right back.”

“Wait!” Tommy exclaimed before she could get too far. “Marie?”

She walked back over to his bed. “It's my middle name, and it's what everyone else calls me. You have to keep calling me Angela, because you pissed me off,” she said, gently smacking his leg with the file folder.

“Ohhh,” Buck teased, looking at Tommy with wide eyes, “someone's in trouble.”

“You had me worrying about you for a whole damn year while you were cozying up to one of my favorite patients? The nerve, Thomas.”

“Yikes,” Buck grimaced. “You got Thomas'd.”

“That's just Angela's way of telling me she loves me.”

“Mhm. You've aged me, Mr. Kinard.”

“This could have all been prevented if you'd let me use you as my emergency contact.”

She shook her head. “I'll be back with potatoes. Keep him in check, Buck!”

“Will do.”

Once she left the room, Buck eyes Tommy. "So you know Marie too?"

He nodded. "I do."

*****

After eating some potatoes, Tommy dozed in and out for the next couple of hours.

After that, he and Buck were in the middle of a very competitive episode of The Price is Right when there was a knock on the door.

One by one, people began to file in, much to Tommy's surprise.

Eddie, Hen, Bobby, Athena, Maddie, and Howie gathered into the room, hands filled with different items.

After all the hello's and how are you's, they took turns handing over what they brought.

“We brought flowers,” Athena said, setting them on a corner table. “To brighten the place up a bit.”

“Jee wanted to make you something special to look at while you're in here,” Maddie said, breaking through the crowd to hand Tommy a piece of paper. “She said it's her, her Uncle Buck, and her Uncle Tommy at the zoo.”

Tommy stared down at the picture. Three people, a step above stick figures, with their hands connected as they walked down a path. Some birds and other unidentifiable animals surrounding them.

“It's beautiful,” he said, speaking softly. “Tell her I said thank you. I love it.”

“Karen made cookies.” Hen dropped a bag down on Tommy's tray table. “Snickerdoodle and red velvet. They're your favorites, apparently?”

“They are!” Tommy replied in surprise. “I can't believe she remembered that. I just mentioned it in passing one day.”

“Karen remembers everything about the people she cares about,” Hen responded with a grin. “One of the many things I love about her.”

“We made a schedule,” Eddie said, pulling a piece of paper out of his back pocket.

“Buck made a schedule,” Chimney clarified.

“I've given Buck a couple days off,” Bobby said, “and after that we will be bugging you in shifts.”

“You guys don't have to-”

“Don't even try to fight it,” Hen interrupted. “We've already been made to memorize our individual schedules and tasks.”

“This is happening, Tommy,” Eddie said, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “whether you like it or not.”

Athena hummed. “And I can guarantee by the time you have fully recovered, you will not.”

“He's gonna love it,” Buck said, glaring over at Eddie. “Who brought the balloons?”

“That would be me,” Eddie replied. “Along with an airplane-shaped stuffed toy that actually used to be Christopher's, but he hasn't touched it in years.”

“And I found the cutest teddy bear in the gift shop,” Chimney said, coming up beside Tommy to tuck the bear into his side, “because I don't bring used toys to my friends.”

“Rude!” Eddie exclaimed. “At least he likes airplanes.”

“He likes bears too!” Chimney defended, then he looked down at Tommy. “You like bears too, right?”

“That could mean so many different things to me,” Tommy replied honestly. “But, yes, I love the teddy bear and the airplane. Thank you guys. All of you.”

“I know I didn't technically bring anything,” Bobby said, “but I will be making you guys some meals that you'll just have to heat up for the next couple weeks, at least.”

“You don't have to do that, Bobby.”

“Well, it's not just for you,” Bobby explained.

Athena rolled her eyes. “Here we go.”

“These are new meals I'm trying out,” Bobby continued, “So I need honest reviews before I start making them at work. Don't sugar coat it.”

Tommy lifted three fingers. “Scouts honor.”

As the conversations picked up around him, Tommy settled further into the bed. Buck smiled over at him, taking his hand. “Sorry,” he said, “I didn't know they'd all be coming at once.”

Tommy shook his head. “Don't be sorry,” he replied, giving Buck's hand a squeeze. “This is perfect.”

*****

It was dark outside when Angela came back into the room for her final check before getting off shift. The only light filtering through the room came from the bathroom. Tommy was sitting up, staring down at the drawing Jee had given him.

“Wow!” Angela exclaimed as she walked in. “Someone had a lot of visitors today.”

The room was littered with items that had been left behind.

Tommy smiled up at her. “Yes, Ma'am.”

“We could hear you all laughing from down the hall,” she said as she began to switch out his IV bag. “It was nice.”

“Yeah, it... It was.”

“Did you finally get your boy to go home?”

“Uh, no.” Tommy set the drawing back down on the table. “He's actually gone to get more blankets. I told him I was fine, but he said my feet always get cold at night so I'd need extra.”

“He takes good care of you.”

“Yeah, he does.”

She grinned down at him. “You take good care of him?”

“I try to,” he answered honestly.

They fell into a comfortable silence as she finished up her work.

She gave him a couple of sideways glances before asking. “You okay?”

He bit at his lip, suddenly overcome with emotion as he stared at his GET WELL SOON balloon. Everything had changed so much in the past year. His old life felt nearly unrecognizable.

“It's just a little overwhelming,” he admitted, clearing his throat. “Last time I went home from here I was alone. I took care of myself until I got better. This time I have a schedule to memorize of who is visiting when.”

“Sounds like a good problem to have to me.”

“It is,” he agreed, even as his voice broke. “I just never thought I'd have people.” His eyes burned, filling with tears. “Doesn't feel like I deserve it.”

“Oh, honey.” She leaned over the bed, cradling his head in her arms. She could feel the wetness from his tears on her sleeve. “You are so loved,” she told him as he let himself be held. “You deserve that.”

She leaned back enough to hold onto Tommy's face, wiping his tears with her thumbs as she spoke to him. “All these people who showed up for you today, they came because they love you. Because you show them the same love. And that man you've got, well, he looks at you like you're more precious than gold. Let yourself be happy, okay? You've got people now. You've got people forever.”

He took a shaky breath and nodded, Angela wiping away the last of the tears before letting him go.

He grabbed a tissue off his tray table and wiped his nose. “Do I get to call you Marie now?” he asked.

She laughed. “Oh, no. You're special, so you're stuck with Angela.”

“I got five blankets and two pillows,” Buck said as he entered the room, “which I know you won't need, but I'm trading chairs with the guy in 212- who's a bit of an ass, by the way- so I get the recliner.”

“You're staying the night?” Angela asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Oh, um, yeah,” he answered sheepishly, his cheeks going pink. “I didn't ask, but I- I figured-”

“It's fine,” she assured him before heading for the door. “I didn't think you'd be leaving anyway. I'll see you two lovebirds in the morning, alright?”

“Goodnight, Marie!”

“Thank you, Angela.”

Buck took one of the blankets and spread it out over Tommy's legs. “I gotta go switch these chairs out. Are you good until I get back?”

Tommy reached out for Buck's hand, tugging on him until he was close enough to kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled. “I'm good.”

[nutmeggery]

I need Neil Gaiman to know that Good Omens 2 made me feel emotions I haven't felt in nearly a decade.

When I heard there was going to be a Good Omens 2 I was looking forward to it, of course. I just wasn't expecting it do anything super special to my emotions. I was sure I'd enjoy it, though. I really enjoyed s1.

But, for the last few years, I watched shows and afterwards basically thought well, that was fun, and I quickly moved on and didn't think much about them. There was only about 3 shows in the last 5 years that had made me feel truly emotional and stayed on my mind to the point where I felt like I needed to engage in fandom for a while. (Good Omens 1 was one of them.)

I wasn't spoiled by the leak. I never even knew there was a leak. So I had no idea what was coming in s2. And oh boy...

See, I'd watched Our Flag Means Death, a show where you don't expect the lead characters to kiss, because, well, that never happens in these types of shows, right? And this is important because when they did kiss, it felt like a door that had been locked with just about all the high security locks in the world had suddenly, inexplicably, been opened. Something switched inside me. It took me months to understand what it was, but when I thought about Good Omens before s2 came out, I realized what it was.

I would never truly enjoy a bromance they're-only-queer/in love-by-your-own-interpreation story ever again. Stories where nothing is confirmed, just subtext that anyone who doesn't want to see it can easily deny and mock those who wish it was more.

While it was clear that Crowley and Aziraphale cared a lot about each other in s1, and were probably in love, it was still just a fun ship for fans to play with in fanfiction and fanart. Do they love each other? Oh sure. In what way? Well, that's up to interpretation. Ok, cool. But it's not quite Our Flag Means Death, is it?

Then I watched Good Omens 2. And from episode 1 I saw my favourite Angel and Demon duo love each other. And I was having the best time. I hadn't had such a good time watching a show in a long while. It was not only right up my alley, it was an alley I wasn't even aware was my alley until I saw it. I enjoyed seeing the old characters, the new characters. Oh, I was wonderful.

It was clear to me that, of course Crowley and Aziraphale love each other, are IN love with each other, showing it in their own way. And I wasn't expecting it to be THIS obvious.

And then when the kiss happened, I couldn't believe it. I covered my mouth with both hands and gasped and sat up straight in my seat. I had never expected it--the heartbreak it added to the already heartbreaking scene--it rewired something inside me.

It was like my emotions had been locked up in a stall like a horse for so, so long, and now the gate had been opened, the stable door kicked down, and the horse was running out onto the large pasture into the daylight, bucking and kicking up grass. Oh my god, I have to take a few minutes to process that entire 6 hour marathon of emotions.

And by a few minutes I meant a few days.

More than a few, actually.

I didn't need a kiss to understand how much they loved each other, but I did need the kiss to understand how intense and heartbreaking their separation is for them after everything.

But more than that, the kiss broke a barrier. They really did it, I thought. They really dared.

Aziraphale and Crowley aren't human males, no, but they're played by male actors. And that is significant. That makes the kiss significant. In the world we currently live in.

Weeks later, I'm still obsessed with the show, re-watching s1 and 2, reading the book again, listening to the audio drama. And I'm on tumblr, seeing people's posts and art to somehow sate my hunger for a s3 that doesn't exist (yet).

And I'm having a wonderful time.

[pierofilm]

Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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[urfavlarry]

hi!! i’m not sure if you saw but sbg released a new episode!

i totally get if your still not taking requests for it, but i would love to see you write smthn with sick!tyler x reader (or the other way around) and whoever isn’t sick is just like super doting and caring.

i love your writing sm, your style is so engaging!!

Sickeningly sweet୧ ‧₊˚🩺 ⋅

Tyler Hernández x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: taking care of a sick and very stubborn Tyler!

A/N: WOAHH GUESS WHOS BACK?!? Did y’all miss me? >;D I feel so bad for this person they probably forgot about requesting this but.. it’s out now! Sorry if it’s short, I tried a new style so hope it’s aesthetically pleasing for everyone haha. anyways enjoy!!

Translations: mi Alma = my soul/my soulmate

— The flu. The deadliest of diseases to every man on this planet, making them lay in bed all day moping and whining through coughs and loud sneezes. That was the case for Tyler. He hasn’t been feeling well for a few days now, so Taylor decided to call you over because she said she couldn’t handle his pissy attitude much longer. You agreed without a word, coming by their house to check on the mess your boyfriend has become and boy was her description of his attitude spot on. He refused to take his medicine, whined whenever you woke him up to eat and was so careless that he threw his tissues wherever he wanted.

You sighed, pouring him the medicine for what felt like the hundredth time that day and inched the spoon closer to his mouth. He looked at you with those tired, puffy eyes, furrowing his brows at the bitter liquid he hated oh so much.

“No.”

You look at him in disbelief but take a deep breath to calm your nerves. You loved your boyfriend to the moon and back, willing to put your life on the line for him but when he was sick he was just unbearable.

“Ty, please for gods sake take the medicine.”

He shook his head, looking away from you like an angry child and huffed. You sigh, putting the medicine away. You sat on the edge of his bed in silence, your mind blank. Tyler noticed your quiet demeanour, rolling his eyes before pulling you on the bed with the little strength his sick body had. He lied down on top of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Accepting your fate, you let him snuggle up to you, playing with his hair and humming to yourself since your phone was on the other side of the room and you doubt he’d let you go any time soon. He slowly dozes off, his grip loosens so you take the opportunity and get out of his grasp. You take the medicine again, lifting his head just a bit and put the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed but cursed a bit, rolling to his side and got back to sleeping.

You smiled softly, leaving him to rest for a while longer. He was slowly getting better each day and if he rested and took his medicine tomorrow he should be fine in about 2 days.

A few hours later, you cooked some soup with Tylers mom and Taylor, chatting away when you heard a door creak open. Tyler came into view, his hair messy and clothes soaked in sweat. You cringed slightly but dragged him to the bathroom, running him a bath. He hugged your body from behind, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’ before letting go. You were about to leave when he mumbled something you couldn’t understand. You turned to see him already in the bath tub and raise a brow.

“What?”

“What do you mean what?” He asks and furrows his brow, here it was again, his bratty attitude.

“What did you say just now?”

“I said stay!” He whisper-yelled, huffing in annoyance.

You nodded, smiling sweetly at him as you sat down next to the bath tub. You helped wash his hair, his shoulders relaxing under your gentle touch. You talked about random things that came to mind, telling him how the group missed his presence at school and what they were up to. He listened quietly, letting you talk since he loved the sound of your ‘angelic voice’ as he would put it.

You wash the rest of the soap away from his hair and leave the bathroom so he could get changed, going back to the kitchen to help out. You poured yourself and Tyler some soup, the bowls warming up as the boiling liquid was poured inside. You smiled, Tylers mom thanking you before going to the living room with her own bowl of soup along with Taylor. The sick boy finally showed himself, his sweatpants hanging loosely on his waist and his shirt was messily put on. Even tho you’ve dated for about half a year now you still blushed every time you saw him in such a state, or when he gave you kisses.. these gestures still made your stomach do flips and act like a 12 year old girl.

Tyler noticed your flushed state and walked over to you, kissing your cheek before sitting down to eat. You looked away, shoving a spoon full of soup in your mouth to distract yourself. He chuckled softly, making you look at him to see his soft smile. It wasn’t often he smiled like this with the group, always trying to be tough and he was mostly moody but he made exceptions from time to time.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I couldn’t have asked for a better partner then you.” He said and hugged your back, burying his head into your neck.

You smiled, putting away the dishes and turned around to hug him back. He was still a bit warm, but you could tell him temperature went down a good amount. He went to give you a kiss but you stopped him, putting your pointer finger on his lips.

“Nuh uh, no kisses for you, you’re still sick.”

He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist and put his other arm on the counter, caging you with his body. You knew it would be easy to get away, his body was still weak after all but you let him have his way just this once, completely ignoring the fact you would definitely get sick after this.

“A few germs won’t stop me from kissing mi Alma.”

He said with a little smirk on his face, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled, cupping his cheeks before pulling away. He picked you up, walking to his bedroom and throwing you on the bed. You rolled your eyes, going to get up but you were stopped by Tyler laying himself on top of you.

“Ty, I need to go home my mom and dad will be worried.” You say with a groan, but he just shrugged, telling you to deal with it.

“You can stay the night, I’m sure they don’t mind. Your mom loves me anyway and your dad calls me son so it’s fine.”

You sigh, tangling your hand in his already messy hair without another word. He hummed, satisfied with the fact you stayed and slowly fell into the arms of unconsciousness once more. You too started to feel tired, letting your body rest after the long day of ‘playing nurse’.

Who would’ve guessed that the next morning you would be the one waking up with a raging head ache and a sore throat while Tyler was as energetic as he ever was, teasing you to no end. It was his turn to be so sickeningly sweet to you that you would get better in no time.

© URFAVLARRY

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE OR COPY ANY OF MY WRITING TO OTHER PLATFORMS

[st7rnioioss]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ arguments with bf!matt headcanons pt. 2

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: fluff, idk??😫 some are kiiind of suggestive, sorry i cant help it

a/n: hello hello, long awaited part 2😛 enjoy😇 i fell asleep btw HELP i’m so sorry i took so long

part 1

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- Wanting to sleep on the couch because you got into an argument? Not happening. Matt is picking you up when he’s sure you’re asleep, gently placing you in your shared bed, pulling you closer (angry cuddles - pt. 1). Even tho you’re still upset with each other, he’s not going to bed without you beside him.

- (suggestive!!) Matt noticed you had gotten jealous because he posted a picture with a past girlfriend. He’d laugh it off at first, laughing at your stern face, pulling you in to kiss you. He quickly made sure to show you how much he loves you. (as in spending the whole night in his room, making sure when you wake up tomorrow you’re sure he’s the only girl he could ever want).

- I can never imagine Matt fighting for real with his girlfriend. I feel like both of you would realise it was built up stress or tiredness and had nothing to do with each other. After yelling for a bit he’d pull you in for a hug, whispering ‘sorry’.

- (suggestive!!) If he’s cocky enough he’d have make-up sex with you. Soft, slow sex, whispering countless times how sorry he is and how much he loves you. He wouldn’t do this all the time as he prefers to talk it out. Getting to understand exactly what you’re feeling and why, and the other way around.

- Taking you on late night drives!! He’d pull you into the passenger seat even tho you protested, driving around town, maybe getting food, talking it out like this. You didn’t protest though, deep down this is one of your favourite ways to spend time with Matt.

- One time you had gotten so upset you left his house to go to your own, even tho you practically lived with the triplets. Friday rolled around, and Thursday night there was no car video recorded yet. Saturday morning you checked your phone, realising they hadn’t posted their Friday video. You got concerned, going to their house to find Nick and Chris in the living room.

‘Is everything alright? I noticed you guys didn’t post anything yesterday.’ you asked as you sat beside Nick, Chris looking up from his phone.

‘Yeah, Matt is fucking miserable. I don’t know, he said you guys got into an argument this Tuesday. He haven’t left bed.’ Chris mumbled, looking back down on his phone.

Immediately you sat up, finding Matt huddled up in his bed. There was dark, the curtains still shut, no light from his phone. You tiptoed closer, realising he was asleep. He looked peaceful, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Your clothes was in Matt’s closet, taking a hoodie and a pair of pyjamas pants to cuddle up against Matt’s back. He must’ve waken up, because he mumbled a low ‘is it you? y/n?’, turning his head.

‘Yeah, it’s me. I’m so so sorry, Matt.’ you smiled apologetically, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His expression softened, leaning in to kiss your lips.

‘God, I’ve missed that.’ he whispered, a smile tugging on his lips before he leaning in again.

- After having an episode like this (literally one time), he’d take you out the next day. You insisted it should be the other way around since you had been in the wrong, but Matt insisted on taking you (in reality he just wanted to be ‘friends again’).

- I CANT STOP MAKING SCENARIOS, BUT FOLLOW ALONG.

‘Matt, you’re annoying. Go away.’ I hissed, pushing Matt away from attempting to kiss me with a hand on his chest. I was keeping my gaze on my phone in front of me. I had moved to the couch after our tiny discussion.

‘Oh, come on. Are you still mad?’ Matt smirked, kind of amused by your reaction. It seemed like nothing to him, but you were pretending to be pissed.

‘You’re not funny. Move, I can’t see my phone.’ I pushed his head away. Matt stood up, looking at me for a second before returning to his room.

After a tiny hour, I felt my eyes getting droopy. It was scrolling mindlessly, my eyes half closed. I decided to stand up as my head was literally tilting to the side.

Almost falling over my own feet, I stumbled into Matt’s room, dropping to my knees onto his bed. ‘Someone changed their mind, hm?’ Matt teased, looking up from his phone.

‘Shut up.’ I mumbled, closing my eyes as my head hit his chest, cuddling up in his covers. I almost instantly fell asleep, the last thing I noticed being Matt turning off the light, pulling me closer with a kiss on the top of my head.

- If Matt had to leave early the next day after an argument, I’m so convinced he’d leave a small note or letter along with a flower (or two) on the kitchen counter

a/n: if you couldn’t tell, i was running out of ideas🤩

taglist: @chrissgirlsstuff @leah-loves-lilies @toriinie @cupidzsq @lacysturniolo @iluvmattyb @ratatioulle @emma4eva @riasturns @sstvrnioloo @sweetbabydoe @elliewrites1 @its-jennarose @abbypost let me know if you'd like to be added!

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch (The Untamed) 2/?

The crowd picked two blacklisted shows for me to watch during Pride, so even though the first series took me only three days to get through, the second one is taking some time since I went out this past week and touched some grass for Pride. However, I did watch an episode a day AND spotted something on sale while out and about.

Fun Fact: These are 200 pages EACH, and they only cover what has been shown up until episode five. I teach English, not math, but doing some simple addition, dividing over A, carrying the Y, and solving for X, I have guessed that this series is going to be 20 books long! TWENTY! AT LEAST! Basically, it's going to be as long as this long-ass series.

*presses play on episode six*

These idiots are drunk, loud, and fighting. They are breaking rule #36, #265, and #1. Even I know that!

When you realize you're in love with a virgin who is a light-weight and can't even drive after talking about intimacy while touching his headband. I take back everything I said about this show. It's gay. Like real gay. Gay gay.

Fuddy Duddy is better than me because I would not have taken that beating, but that's probably why he is an elite Cloud Cunt or whatever, and also why he has now been blessed with Wei Wuxian trying to cuddle in this freezing water while talking about his "extremities" shivering. Note: In the comics, we see that Fuddy Duddy is BRANDED (like as in marked by burning the flesh) and has A SHIT TON OF SLASHES ON HIS BACK (like as in whipped . . . BY A FUCKING WHIP). Basically, this Cloud Cult is batshit crazy.

These two are fighting literal demons. But also the demons are homosexuality.

THEY TIED THEMSELVES TOGETHER WITH THE INTIMACY BAND! If it was red, it'd be game over for China!

Y'all cute but your kid is still an asshole, and there is a queer plot brewing. GET OUT OF MY FACE!

They were lesbian lovers, and I will not be entertaining any other reason for all of this because only a lesbian would tie her soul for eternity to a musical instrument just so she doesn't have to admit she was wrong to her wife, while her wife goes on to train the most elite squad of wizards just to one day help her wife because she already predicated her wife would fuck up. This is love.

Correction since my boy asked AGAIN if he could harness evil power for good - One of them is fighting demons, the literal and homosexual kind, and one is embracing them both, openly, with no fucks given.

And she knows! Not about the homosexual part, but about the "finding the stone hidden in the rock" part (but probably the homo part too)

Wei Wuxian lied for you when you got out of the rock. He touched your headband. And now he has touched your soul. Stop fighting it. Embrace this. It's Pride Month.

Wei Wuxian drinks, parties, talks shits, and backs it up. I'm getting flashbacks to Spring Break in South Padre. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. But the hands were always ready to hit their mark.

My boy is Catholic. Fuddy Duddy took 300 hits earlier to uphold the integrity of his Cloud Cult or whatever, but my boy was told his punishment and is merely going through the motions since he doesn't regret laying hands on his future in-law. He said "tell me how many Hail Marias I need to say, so I can go play with the ants and get a tan." Same.

First, your best friend brought the bird into the class and now you took the bunnies to remind Fuddy Duddy of "those four amazing hours you spent in the hot tub together after Winter Formal." Y'all are schemers, and this will cause problems later. I've taught too many freshmen. Y'all need to be separated before you plot the end of the world and animals have to be sacrificed. I see the signs.

Who is going to kill this man? WHO?! Let it be a woman because he needs to be reminded he is insignificant and useless.

Oh my God, they found each other! I knew my boy would go after his boy, but for his Bird Bestie to spot them too?! These two idiots are going to cause havoc and hijinks.

Y'all are so Romeo and Juliet coded, it hurts my feelings. Girl, you're going to die and he is going to be sad about it. But can you kill that red asshole first? Please.

Sir, now you and I both know some shit is about to go down because that florist's house was crispy fried burnt, that woman outside was creepy as hell, and these two are over there chatting about soul snatchers. GET OUT OF THERE, FD, AND TAKE THE ANIMAL BROS WITH YOU!

FD might have the brains and the silencing charm, but my boy got the moves. He has that Spider Man magic string thing, he has the Shrek gingerbread men, and he keeps making spells out of thin air. Maury, who is his daddy? God?! THE DEVIL?!

SHE CAN PLAY A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT TOO! Hold up. HOLD UP! Fuddy Duddy's brother played it to calm everyone down. FD played his to subdue the zombies. And now she did too, but my boy's flute playing skills not only calmed the zombie, but controlled him. Did he learn it from her?!

Girl, what are you doing at the devil's sacrament?

Wen Qing has been holding off this fucking bird and these zombies all night, and these boys have been doing what at their slumber party? Braiding each other's hair? She better be the one to kill that red asshole. She deserves the body count. *wink, Jiang Cheng*

The bird needed to go, but this is what I'm talking about with him and his bird bestie. Homie closed his eyes and felt his feelings because FD told him to, then pretended to be dead just so he could kill that bird. It's smart as well as scary because how much power does he really possess? A shit ton. That's how much. But also, why didn't they take the dead bird with them? Don't leave behind magical creatures to be brought back to life!

Smart to have the others chase after a chicken, so the color-coded boys in love could get more details, but these two are a hetero version of the mains. She is not bad. She is trying to do good with what she has, which is a pile of shit, and he wants to do right by her but his principles are going to get in the way. I anticipate no happy endings for anyone. Not Romeo and Juliet or Romeo and Julio.

Bird Bestie was smart to stay behind because it was obvious there would be dead bodies, but WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE TWO?! This show is color-coded within an inch of its life, and everyone is a pair because they both have the other's color in their robes, so the fact that the white one showed up first and claimed evil guy was his enemy makes me think they have history (exes), but the new black guy replaced him. Black dude, I'd watch my back because Evil Dude is coming for you.

It also worries me that these two have a similar . . . something. Wei Wuxian, buddy, homie, ho-migo. You're getting darker. You were dark blue, but now, you're black. Why is no one else concerned that the call is about to come from within the house?

So much shit is going down on this mountain! White No Name dude just said he knows and was trained by the OG lesbian, so we know she is still alive and well waiting for her wife, and my boy is sad since his mama was trained by her therefore he was trained by her, which makes her his grandma or something (I DON'T KNOW!). And now the illegitimate brother I want to be with FD's brother is in charge of watching the evil dude, but he is wearing white/blue and evil dude is wearing black/gold, and if they become an item, I'm gonna be pissed!

Y'all, he is gonna fuck up. He is going to let the bad guy go isn't he? I don't understand why they couldn't kill the bad guy, but my illegitimate son has been disrespected in this house too many times in the past ten minutes to let this shit slide. He is going to make a deal with the devil. I feel it.

"I'll sleep on your roof" - That was a declaration of love because y'all fought on a roof over liquor, and now he wants to just chill on your roof while drinking even though you are leaving. He is sprung and does not care who knows.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! THIS IS A FUCKING SHIT SHOW! The oldest kids are being called away which means Fuddy Duddy's cult is probably losing it and branding everyone. They are being attacked by the Evil Reds even though their evil dude admitted to killing that whole damn family! My illegitimate son DEFINITELY killed that guy and let the evil dude go. He did that. I know he did. And my boy's outfit looks so similar to that evil red swordsmen who is fighting on behalf of that weak ass red bitch because he can't fight himself, it's ridiculous (Someone needs to slash that evil red dude's face and his tires).

Everyone is going to die, and there is no hope.

*eats some naan*

Okay, maybe there is some hope in the other FORTY EPISODES! FD's brother could take in the illegitimate son, and they could live happily ever after. Right? RIGHT?!

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Kai cafe owner hcs pt 2"

✰---Summery: pt.2 of my bakery owner kai series! half head cannon and half Drabble/ fic. in this episode, y/n comes back once again and the tension grows between them. y/n ends up with another free dessert and both of you end up with more butterflies in your stomach and more fantasies for later that night.

✰--- approx: 30 min read

✰-- A/n: not much to say! part three will probably be up in dec of 2024 or jan of 2025 I can't believe im saying 2025 wow I feel so old. If u saw me posting this late no you didn’t

link to part 1

✰---warnings/info: some swearing, obvious smut, a lot of inter monlonge of smutty thoughts, mentions of mutual masterbation, kai really wants to put reader on the counter, mentions of penetration and fingering, lots of talk of food, eating and desserts, romantic luff and smut.

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

if you don’t have an age indicator saying you’re not a minor in your blog then I will be blocking you! So minors dni!!

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BakeryOwnerkai! who tries to be mature about things that night after you came into the shop at closing time. almost like he can't be caught lacking cause who knows, you might somehow find out. one can never be too careful.... that was,,, until he imagine you watching him, and maybe if you'd let him, him watching you as he pleasured himself on the opposite end of his sofa. your sweet eyes trained, no, fixated on his hot and throbbing cock, aching for you. and he was aching for you. it sounded stupid to say this so soon but it seemed like It was. in his heart and also right now... in his hand. he looks down almost in shock. he had unconsciously freed his dick from the confinements of his night pants. and now he couldn't stop. oh god he really wanted you

BakeryOwnerkai! who imagines guiltily how you'd look on your back, eyes half lidded in pleasure and pupils dilated in lust, fingers inside your pretty pussy. you moaning his name in that cute tone of yours

BakeryOwnerkai! who tries to get to bed early to help with eye bags and dark circles, he really does! but it turned out harder than expected with someone like you on his mind (wow hes really killing it with these pick up lines, he'll remember to use that one day with you along with the one about a sugar emergency. that is, if he remembers to cause his mind kinda turned to much that day) so he may or may not have ended up ranting to his friends for a while. and when they had to log off that call he also may or may not have, albeit reluctantly pulled out one of his plushies and talked to it

it was not his prouder moment by far. that poor plushie is traumatized now for having to endure his rambles. But he had no choice!

BakeryOwnerkai! who finally gets to sleep, and then wakes up an hour early out of excitement for the new day ahead. but he wasn't complaining; so he beat his hair into submission using that new blowdrying technique hes had saved in his phone for a while since he had the time to try something new. and it took three times as long to pick out his outfit that morning, and it really made him rethink having so many hoodies. he knew it was going to be hidden with his apron but that couldn't stop him from overthinking

BakeryOwnerkai! who tucks his shirt in one more time in from of the mirror. was it nice looking? yes. but would you like it? there was no way of knowing right now.... kai knew that. but he still wanted to look sophisticated, like he was worth something, like he knew what he was doing somewhat, like he wasnt some man child.

BakeryOwnerkai! who the last thing he wanted was to come across as childish or immature to you. and who tells himself on his morning commute and walk to work over and over a million times to "dont sound too exciting, dont sound too excited"

his logic? kai thought that it might sound as if hes already fallen for you (he fully, completely already did) or that he just wanted to be friends (he very much did not). now of course, he'd smile and be nice to you, but his plan was to hopefully not showcase how swat up by you he already was.

BakeryOwnerkai! who's plans all go out the window the minute you step in the shop at exactly 12:43 pm. the lunch rush was ablaze, he was swamped in toasted croissants and warmed muffins. almost every little table was full (not like there was many anyway) and the Line was getting longer towards the door. but when you came in, it was like time stoped, the breeze from outside came in, carrying your perfume with it. he almost knew on instinct to look up towards the door.

Hes mid ringing a costumer up when he pauses long enough for the costumer to shove their card in his face and say "hello??? im kinda in a rush" he immediately swipes their card with a meek and very apologetic "oh my god Im so sorry about that. have a good day!" and somehow... his eyes land back on you, at the back of the line, a bit off to the side like youre looking at the case of goodies. and youre already looking at him

and oh dear youre... chuckling!

He whips his hand on his apron while the next costumer tells him their order, but as engaging as he usually is with his patrons, this time hes distracted by none other than your snickering face. he breaks eye contact with you, and tells the person who ordered that their chest danish will be right out and walks over to the case. you regain eye contact and he mouths "what?" with a smile on his face and his eyes lit up forming crinkles on the sides of them.

he dips his head under the counter, and when he pops back up youre still looking at him, mouthing "pay attention," with an overdramatic scoff and eye roll, mocking offense. he just smiles and shakes his head at you, handing the person at the counter their pastry in the parchment bag. "here you go sir!" he genuinely smiles at the older man.

"trying something new today? I had a blueberry muffin saved for you." he leans in a little on the counter, listening to the older man talk. "I suppose so!" he chuckles, "it just looked so good! I will still take my usual coffee though" Kai nods "well I hope it tastes as good as it looks." "im sure it will!" "and that coffee is coming right up! decaf, half and half, and a little sugar right?" "ah you remembered!" the older man smiles. "of course" kai responds

BakeryOwnerkai! who all the while doesn't notice you staring, admiring him. especially the way he leans on the counter, the couple promanite veins in his forearms popping. and his kindness to the old man didnt go unnoticed. it was sweet, you thought.

BakeryOwnerkai! who gives the old man the to go cup and asks if its hot enough. "enough to burn my tongue so yeah." the old man says in his typical horse voice. he hands him the cash and says almost in a whisper, "I see youre a little distracted" and cocks his head towards you at the back of the line, knowing smile on his face. kai neck and face heats up "I guess I am." he smiles, teeth and all. "dont miss an opportunity, now." the old man says, laughing to himself. and they say their goodbyes

BakeryOwnerKai! Who you see closer to you as the line moves. And finally, it gets to you. the lunch rush has quieted down, and all you can think about are those broad shoulders of his making the straps of the apron look so small on him. how his skin would feel under your touch. would he shiver as your digits went lower from those forearms to his torso, from his torso to his hips? "im no better than a man." you thought to yourself.

kai coughs, "uh what can I get for you?" youre taken aback. "what no hi hello?" he looks around, perofessionalsm leaving him as a smile creeps onto his face, making his eyes squnch up. "you told me to pay attention!" he says. you saunter over to the trays of goodies in the glass case and he follows you behind the counter. "well anyways, hi hello! I see you came back." "youre just now noticing?" you tease, eyes still fixated on that last treat one one of the trays in the back.

BakeryOwner!kai who is left speechless, rubbing the back of his neck. "those sell out pretty fast. they're a mother to make though." he chuckles. you finally meet his eye, "im not done deciding." you smirk.

"hm well, ive got time." he holds your gaze and suddenly. youre feeling hot. it was like that senate could have a thousand meanings but also only one if thats what you wanted. it was so weird... but with the way he looked at you and the tone of his voice, god did it sound hot. it was like he was telling you you deserved to be taken time on. like a reassurance, like a promise.

it was stupid, you knew that. you just met him for fucks sake!

but it was still hot.

BakeryOwner!kai who's internally struggling to hold your eye contact. he starts absentmindedly wiping down the counter, the spilled crumbs suddenly of such interest to him. . "Im very pastient, you know, I mean, I did wait all that time for you in the line right" he says it with such an innocent smile you almost feel bad for pulling something more out of it. but it had to mean something more, right? "I can see that! a little distracted though." you chuckle and kai looks down... and he was whipping the same spot over and over. he laughs and shakes his head at your and your antics, "its uh super dirty."

"so you like to make messes? gotcha" there was a certain undertone to your voice. he heard it, and so did you. what were you doing? kai gulps, surprised. "occasionally." you come over to the cash regastister, leaning on it on your elbows. and you were about to deliver the best one liner of your life when there was a loud yelp. you look behind you and kai jumps in his own skin. you sigh in relief, it was just someone dropping their phone in the back corner of the shop, the persons back turned to the both of you.

why was their back turned away so important to you? you had no idea. but lets be honest, both of you looked like you had something to hide because you kinda did. flirting with a costumer wasn't a good look you know?

"Anyway." he nervously says, flipping his dish town over his shoulder in a way that was so effortlessly attractive it made your head spin a little. "anyway" you repeat. "anyway." he nods, his lips drawn together in a tight line.

BakeryOwner!kai who reminds himself to stay calm when you ask him if hes a parrrot with the way hes copying you. "are we just gonna keep saying anyway?" you raise a half joking eyebrow. he wants to keep talking to you. he also needs to get back to work. but he also wants to kick the last couple people out the shop, close the blinds, and dance just talk with you until nightfall. he doesn't wanna leave. so he won't, he decides.

"NO!" he quickly realizes how loud he was, "no!" he tries again, "it- you know, that noise startled me" you can tell hes picking his words carefully, for what you dont know, but you wish he'd stop. you know youve just met each other but you have half a mind to tell him that he can speak for comfortably with you.

he coughs, trying to ease whatever multiple tensions you two have sitting in the room with y'all. "ahem youre stil deciding?" "what do you recommend?" "savory or sweet?" you smile at him "I prefer it sweet" he points to something smaller in the back of the glass case, already sliding the door open to grab the tray out for you to see unclose, "these used to be my favorite as a kid! its got that perfect crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside. " "they look delicious!" and you relish the way his eyes light up again for the up tenth time today, "I- uhh" he drops the tray a little bit, looking a little less enthusiastic. "you what?" you ask. he shakes his head a little bit. "im sorry," his tongue darts down to swipe his lower lip and you follow it with your eyes. you can't help it-- its so perfect, pink and wet, his lips glistening from a trail of his saliva. ok fine, maybe last night you were imagining grasping those fucking shoulders as he sucks on, then kisses and kitten licks your collar bone.

BakeryOwner!kai who notices your eyes glaze over for a moment but doesn't pay any attention to it as he answer truthfully "I probably sound too excited dont i." you shake your head and laugh in amusement at how stupid that idea sounds. "nah I like it. you look cute when youre excited." he looks down at the dessert then back at you, placing down the tray and getting a baggy to put them in. "well im glad you think that. cause ill admit this morning I told myself not to come off to excited or... strong? I guess." you raise an eyebrow. so your inkling was right? the affection just might've been shared.

the moving around, double wrapping your treats-- once in plastic and once in the usual paper bag was routine enough for him to feel more at ease. "what made you so sure I was gonna come back?" you taunted.

BakeryOwner!kai who is greatful he doesn't have to face you as he ties the baggy with that same ribbon he tied your first dessert with. your teasing tone made him uncomfortable in his jeans. hidden by his apron, thankfully. but he still needed to get himself or well it under control. he didnt know what it was. the comfedenece? the cute little giggle at the end? Or just the fact that you’re out of this world beautiful? whatever it was it made him both yearn to spin you around to a jazz record at dusk and put you up on the counter right now.

with a deep breath he turns around to you. "are those mine?" you smile. "yes they areeeee." kai announces to basically the entire shop. the last remaining couple costumers pop their heads up from their phones or laptops then look back down. as he hands it to you, you too look at each other in utter horror, then start laughing your asses off. kai sounds like a shirking dolphin when he laughs and it cracks you up even more

BakeryOwner!kai who thinks your laugh sounds like a symphony. how could he not want to listen to it every day? how could he not want to trigger that melody again and again? how could he not have heard it before? youre making him want to hear it every morning

BakeryOwner!kai who starts wondering if you'd giggle before wrapping your perfect fingers around his cock and guiding it to your intrance. or if you'd laugh as he picked you up and placed you on the counter, would you laugh even half the way you are right now if he bottomed out inside you?

but as much as he wanted to think about how good he'd be for you if you let him put you up on this counter (or the one in the back. he wasn't picky. though this one had better lighting so id be his first pick-- wanting it to be picture perfect)

BakeryOwner!kai who realizes in that moment that, one) you dont know each others names. and two) he never answered your question. he takes a glance around the shop, only one counter remaining. I can get away with this, he thinks to himself, just this once. he wipes his hands on his dish towel one more time, slinging it back over his shoulder. you step away from the counter to meet him.

he licks his lips and raises his eyebrows. for him its a way to calm himself down, for you its something that makes your pussy drip and your underwear stick to your core uncomfortably.

"lucky guess?" you cock your head, "for what?" he looks toward a shelf behind you with the piplum Pokemon plush next to a succulent on it. "earlier. you had asked me how I knew you'd come back." "oh" you laugh, 'some lucky guess." "or maybe I was hoping you would. or maybe, " he holds your gaze, the shelf uninteresting now, "my desserts are just that good." you look up at him and blink slowly, "ooo hes manifesting, or just overconfident."

"well you came back didnt you?" he raises a mischievous eyebrow and you suck your lips into your own mouth in an attempt to be serious, "ugh whatever" "not hearing a no, soooo." he laughs. god youre so easy to laugh with.

"im certainly not saying no."

"im Kai by the way." he greets you as you tell him your name.

"expect me back, kai." "I would love to have you back" he says in a tone like 'duhhh' "I'll have one of those ready for you, favored costumer."

"careful I dont want your other costumers to get jealous." he chuckles, "ok that was good." he compliments, and you smile.

BakeryOwnwer!kai who feels some sort of ecstasy when you tell him your name. and now all he wants to do is to repeat it in his mind over and over again. and he just stands there doing just so until he hears the clink of his tip jar. "nonono you dont have to--" "I didnt pay did it?" "yeah, I did that on purpose." "I know, so this is the least--" "please stop. thats already the price of the food, you might has well just payed!" you put another bit in there and your satisfied. "ok now thats excessive..." you stare at him, "...but thank you, y/n."

after arguing over the money and finally making him accept at least a considerable size tip, you almost dont wanna leave,

"they smell really good!" you look down at the dessert

"I hope they taste even better! and hey, they match your shirt,"

you look down, noticing your brown shirt matching with the deliouss looking dessert.

"hm, guess they do." and youre not sure why he commented on it until he says something.

"I love the color brown."

and suddenly, dirt is pretty and you wanna be buried without a casket in it, his brown eyes pop and happily sparkle even more than before, suddenly you understand why bugs burrow into trees because suddenly tree bark is something you want to burry in. a simple wooden shelf or desk isn't so bad.

then you realize-- "hey look, were matching!... I love the color brown too."

he looks into your eyes, "its pretty right,"

you hold his gaze... "mmhm"

~end~ hope y'all enjoyed! pls comment and or reblog if you liked it! I apologize for any spelling errors! I’ll fix them soon

tags: @bamtorin @strawberryshoujosundae

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[cranberry-writes]

hey!! can i pls rq for more hughie x reader content?? there isn't much on here and i think we need to fix that

Occupation

Hughie x Reader

Genre; Mild angst but it’s all good at the end

Warnings; Cannon typical violence, language, talk of killing and mild spoilers for the first episode

This is a build from my Dating the Boys head-cannons, at the end of Hughies section i mention that reader would find out about his ‘job’ like two days after asking and getting nothing as a response. Also the scenario I used i completely made up, please bear with me i’m only partly on season 2. 

Uhhhhhggg i may have lightly chopped the ending up ill fix it later

also yeeesssss a request! i love requests!!!!

Synopsis; A few days after asking your boyfriend what he does for work and getting nothing for an answer, you accidentally find out his occupation in a way neither of you wanted.

You’re not sure what compelled you to ask Hughie what he did for work, maybe it was the strange hours he worked, or the fact he got hurt regularly, maybe it was but just good old fashioned curiosity that led you to asking him.

“So what do you do for work babe?”

The way he froze should have been enough of a sign that something was wrong, that you should have pushed him harder or asked more questions. But you didn’t, you just thought it was humorous in the moment.

His demeanor changed quickly, relaxed and focused on his phone to anxiously trying to look anywhere besides you. “I- well, I’m a tech guy? Like I don’t work for a tech company but I’m the tech guy, I work on tech stuff, it’s super boring you don’t want to hear about it.” He ended the rambling explanation with a forced chuckle

“So what do you want to do about dinner? We could go to that new Korean restaurant.” Glancing over to the clock you saw it was only 4, but decided to just play along. He didn’t have to tell you if he didn’t want to, you were sure there was a good reason, maybe he did something like a male striper and was embarrassed.

4 days later and a male striper would have been a dream scenario compared to this.

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You didn’t mean to see him, or the rest of them. You were just running some errands and wanted to make a stop at a new store, taking a short cut through an older part of town that you were sure was abandoned.

You turned the corner and saw him, it took you a moment to recognize him because he was completely drenched in blood. You’re mind forced you into panic mode, you looked at the people he was with, none where familiar except for a taller gruff looking man. Wasn’t he the guy that was on the news for killing Stillwell?

You moved back to hide behind the corner you just turned, suddenly very aware of how loud your breath was and how heavy the bags in your hands were. Slowly placing them on the ground and moving your hands to cover your mouth, you stayed as still as you could. You could hear them moving and talking from around the corner as thousand thoughts running through your head.

‘Is this his job? Does he kill people?’

‘Oh god, if he gets caught could i get in trouble??’

Then finally, the loudest thought drained the rest of them out

‘wasn’t Homelander, the Homelander after that Butcher guy?’

That thought managed to turn into cement inside your head, what if Homelander was after Hughie too?

“Oh shit.”

The words, while still quiet, left your mouth faster than you could stop them. You stoped your breathing as you heard Hughie and the others stop talking, after a moment you could hear a pair of foot steps approaching where you hid. 

Before you could run or scream or anything, a pair a rough hands where holding you against the wall, you grabbed and scratched at them desperately. “Please! I won’t tell anyone! I promise!”

Your luck must have completely failed you because Butcher was the one currently strangling you, the one convicted of murdering a single mother, was trying to kill you.

Somehow through the fog of being suffocated and also begging for your life, you could hear your name before being dropped to the dirty concrete floor. Your palms getting scraped harshly against the ground wasn’t even something you registered, you where to busy desperately trying to regain your breath, breathing hard and gasping for any bit of air.

You looked up, seeing Hughie and the asshole who just tried to kill you arguing. You would have been surprised with him arguing with a murderer so passionately, but it had hardly passed your mind at the time. You did manage to notice the other people there, a shorter man with a buzz cut facial hair combo and an asian woman with the prettiest hair you’d seen where staring at you.

You stood up slowly after a moment, looking back at Hughie who had since stoped arguing. “Is this, your job? You work with a murderer?” You gesture vaguely to Butcher, before redirecting your attention back to him.

He looked down, giving you a good view of his now blood red hair. “..I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how. I’m sorry.” “I don’t think anyone wants their boyfriend to tell them that their work involves them getting covered in blood.” Hughie looked down at his clothes as if he hadn’t noticed before.

It took a minute for you to properly regain your self, taking in your surroundings fully, the people around you, the situation.

“Are you even safe? Doing, whatever this is?” He tilted his head up at you, gradually shaking it side to side. “Not always.”

You probably hated asking that question the most, and his answer (while completely expected) scared you. Having a partner who was doing something stupid was something, having one doing something stupid and dangerous was another.

“You won’t die doing this, okay? Tell me, you won’t die.” The words were choppy and tense as you spoke, it probably sounded more of a decree than a request or question, but in reality it was a plea.

“I won’t die doing this.” He took a slight step forward, reaching a hand out in offering. Instead you grabbed him and pulled him into a hug that he reciprocated quickly. The partly dried blood on his clothes made it mildly uncomfortable but you powered through it, desperate for any comfort.

You stayed like that for a moment, savoring the moment. You pulled back and looked at him, making sure to hold his arms tightly. “We will not be talking about this at home, or ever unless your life is in danger. Please.”

Hughie smiled, and you felt calmer. He moved closer and kissed you on the cheek before stepping back “Not a peep, not a single peep.”

[moirindeclermont]

I can't believe we are almost here.

We have 3 episode left (more like 2 because the last one will be divided into two parts), so enjoy this one, featuring... role play!

With the partecipation of a special coat and a cape.

"You know you look like a pirate with that coat and vest," said Penelope, without implying anything more than an observation.

Her husband, though, had other ideas.

He waited until it was time to deliver Whistledown, and then he stopped her before she was about to leave.

"When you return, leave on the cape and only that... and come find me in the studio"

Pen didn't know what he had in mind, but that was an excellent suggestion nevertheless.

Her delivery went smoothly (usually, a footman of the staff was always there to ensure her safety anyway), and she got home, an electric undercurrent on her skin. She removed her clothes, leaving on the cape as requested, and then she went to the studio. Luckily, the cape was big enough that she didn't have to risk flashing someone, even if the house was quiet at that hour.

Entering the studio, Colin was seated with the Pirate Coat, and Pen started to know what her wicked husband was thinking.

He looked at her, clearly pleased he followed his instruction.

"Lady Whistledown, I'm Captain Bridgerton. Sadly, your vessel is at the bottom of the sea, and your fiancee is my prisoner," he said in a tone that made clear he was not sorry and, more probably, responsible for it.

"Captain Bridgerton," she said as if the name disgusted her. "Release my fiancee at once; I'm sure we can find a mutual agreement," she said, noticing how Colin was now standing, his body naked under the coat. He wasn't playing fair at all. She unbuckled her cape, giving him a frontal view of her body and making him gulp. Payback.

"Really? Because I have something in mind..." he said seductively, making her turn as if embarrassed. "I'm unwed, Captain," and she felt Colin caressing her arm. "I'll be gentle, and your fiancee will be free," he said, making her turn again and making her squee.

He kissed her, a rough, animalistic kiss that turned her on. She tried to play the part, but his tongue and mouth felt too good.

"I see someone is not opposed to the idea," he whispered, making her moan.

"We have an agreement," she tried to replicate weakly as he devoured her.

"That is very true, my lady," he said as he took the cape and drape it on the floor, before kneeling down and waiting for her to do the same. He removed also his coat, using it as a pillow for her head.

"Now, my lady... let me see what we are working with," as he traced her open legs with a finger. She knew she was already soaked, the game and the teasing igniting her.

"Bloody hell, P—my lady," said Colin, almost breaking character as he prepared her. They were both too caught up in the moment, so after a quick preparation, he was over her. " Try to relax," he tried to say in character, but as soon as he was inside her, all pretence from both parts went through the window.

"Colin--"

"Oh my god, Pen--"

The forces of Colin's thrust were wild, making her wish she had something to grasp... and in the end, she ended up scratching Colin's back with her nails, as he brought both of them to release.

They lay on the studio floor in the cape, looking at each other, giggling like kids.

"Next time, darling, I want you to put the accent," he said, kissing her deeply as they enjoyed the afterglow together.

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

If Dev ever does get redeemed in season 2 (PLEASE WATCH FAIRLY ODD PARENTS A NEW WISH WHEN IT DROPS ON NETFLIX NOVEMBER 14), I NEED to see Jasmine and Dev interact as friends 😭 We know how he feels about Winn (he thinks they’re really cool) and we DEFINITELY knows how he feels about Hazel 💀 but I don’t really think we got any interactions or like any mentions about how he feels about her in like any episode besides maybe him introducing Hazel to everyone?? I could be missing something and if I am please correct me!

In my personal opinion, I feel they’d be gossip besties?? I could definitely be reading into Jasmine’s character wrong and if I am, I apologize but I desperately need interactions with them 💔 they remind me of that one Henry Danger Musical song 😭 I think it’s called You’ll Never Believe What Happened (I’ll copy and paste the lyrics to match them and the situation)

Dev: Sorry it took me so—

Jasmine: Ooh, Dev, you'll never believe what happened!

Dev: No, I know.

Jasmine: There's a musical curse over Dimmadelphia!

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Jasmine: And you'll never believe who did it!

Dev: Irep? (I couldn’t think of a better replacement 😭)

Jasmine: Irep!

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Jasmine: Ooh, Dev, you'll never believe how he did it!

Dev: The speakers.

Jasmine: He took control of the speakers.

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Dev & Jasmine: And then put out a weird kind of frequency and now we have to sing!

Dev: Jasmine!

Jasmine: Yeah?

Dev: Thanks for filling me in.

Jasmine: Sure!

They also remind me of the smartphone hour if we’re going the gossip bestie route:

Jasmine: O-M-G Dev, answer me! Woah, wait until I tell you what I heard! It's too fucked to type. This shit is ripe! Call back, I'll yell you every word.

Dev: Jasmine Tran calling, Jasmine Tran calling, Jasmine Tran calling. Hey!

Jasmine: Oh my God, oh my God, okay so, at the end of last night's party, very end of last night's party, Did you see Rich? (I couldn’t think of a replacement ☹️)

Dev: Oh, I saw Rich.

Jasmine: So he's behaving hazy like a tweakin' junkie, flailing crazy like a freakin' monkey!

Dev: He's gotta learn to handle his high, shouldn't drink so much for a small guy.

Jasmine: Right, but, he wasn't drunk.

Dev: The hell you say, Jasmine?

Jasmine: Yo, he wasn't drunk!

Dev: The hell you say, Jasmine?

Jasmine: No! Because I heard from Whispers Fred (I tried to think of a good replacement), that Rich had barely touched a drop. Which means that you can't blame the things he did on alcohol. It's just so terrible, I don't want to relive it all! But do you want me to tell you?

Dev: Spit it out! Spit it out!

Jasmine: You really want me to tell you?

Dev: Spit it out! Spit it out!

Jasmine: I'll tell you 'cause you are my closest friend!

Dev: No I'm not.

Jasmine: Yeah, I know. But here's what happened at the party's end. Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! Woah! Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! Ohh, I thought I was dreamin', everybody was screamin', when Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! When Rich set a fire and he burned down the house!

Sorry for another very long post but thank you so much for reading <3 I hope you have a great day or night!

[trashyswitch]

Day 15: "Are You Ticklish?"

Dan, Arin and the other members of Game Grumps are setting up the next 10 minute power hour. But while they're doing that, Arin's silliness gets out of control. This leads to Dan taking a large brunt of it while other staff members watch.

Can you guess which 'The Grumps' episode I directly referenced? Enjoy the read, and good luck guessing!

Dan and Arin were setting up their Grump space for today’s episode of the ten minute power hour. Their staff were moving the items over to the side, so Vanessa could throw them at the table. Arin was setting up the dinosaurs and the scissor-filled cup holder in the middle of the table, while Dan was trying to figure out how to do his hair for this episode.

“Should I put it in a pony? A bun?” Dan asked. 

Arin adjusted the angle of the left dinosaur. “I don’t know. Just throw it up how you want.” Arin told him. 

“Fine…” Dan took the pony off his wrist and flicked it at Arin’s butt. 

“OW!” Arin lifted his back and grabbed his ass. “Dude!” He looked at Dan. “...Again?” He asked. 

This earned a small fit of laughter from the co-host. “Please don’t!” Dan ordered. 

“Here.” Vanessa handed Dan a large hair clip. “Thanks!” Dan took it, and threw his hair into a half-up, half-down haircut. “How does it look?” 

“Looks good.” another staff member said. “Looks like you whipped it up in 5 seconds.” Vanessa spoke up. 

“Come on…” Dan hung his head with a laugh. “I’m getting mixed signals here.” He took it out and tried clipping it in again. “This better?” 

“Turn around?” Vanessa told him.  Dan turned to show her the rest of the hairstyle. 

“Looks fine.” Vanessa replied. 

“Thanks.” Dan replied, adjusting his blue plaid shirt. “Arin?” 

“Huh?” Arin looked up. “How does it look?” Dan asked him. 

Arin looked at the back, and thought for a moment. “I feel like a scrunchie would look better.” Arin told him. 

“Come on…” Toasti said in the audience. 

“Arin…” Dan huffed and looked at the audience. “I have a scrunchie in my bag. Can you get it for me?” Dan asked Tucker. “It doesn’t match at all, but it’ll work.” 

“Sure.” Tucker replied. “Where’s your bag?” 

“It’s outside the room by the couch.” Dan explained. 

“Got it.” Tucker replied. The door could be heard closing as both the hosts sat down in their respective chairs “You ready?” Arin asked. 

“Ready for what?” Dan asked him. 

Arin stared at him for a couple moments, before looking down. “...I don’t fuckin’ know…” He muttered. 

Dan laughed. “ArE yOu ReAdY? For what, Arin? YES!” Dan reenacted, making fun of their 2-second conversation. 

Arin laughed at it, loving the use of the ‘YES’ at the end. “I just wanna make sure you’re on your toes!” Arin told him, sending a couple playful little punches his way. “Ready for anything…” Arin kept going. 

“Anything?” Dan clarified. 

“Anything!” Arin brought his fist up to Dan’s face, and stopped it mere millimeters away from his face. A couple seconds later, Arin popped out his fingers and poked right above his eyes. “Ahaaa, I gotcha~” Arin joked. 

“You need to work on that…” Dan told him. 

Arin just flopped his fist against the table and laughed. “Ihi really don’t.” He told him. 

“Oh really?” Dan smirked. “How are you gonna…‘keep me on my toes’?” Dan asked him. 

Arin smirked. “3 words. That’s all it would take.” He clarified. 

“To get me going?” Dan asked. “Alright. Alright, what are those ‘3 words’?” Dan asked. “Spill the beans.” 

Arin smirked. “Alright.” He sat up a bit more and adjusted himself in his seat. “Are you ticklish?” Arin asked him. 

Dan blinked once…he blinked twice… “Are those the-” Dan’s eyes widened when he saw the little nod from Arin… And in no seconds flat, Dan jumped off the chair. “NO!” He tripped on the chair, but managed to take off running to the other side of the room. 

Arin, and the audience all bursted out laughing at the reaction. “OHO MY GOD!” Arin shouted, slamming his hand on the desk. 

“That was…The biggest lie, followed up by the deadest giveaway.” Vanessa told him. 

“Come on, Dan…” Arin reacted, getting off the chair. 

“NO, don’t get any closer!” Dan warned. 

“Why? Are you actually ticklish?!” Arin asked. Dan stared at him with slight fear in his eyes. “.....Uuuhhhh…” 

Arin walked a couple steps closer. 

“Arin…” Dan warned. 

“It’s not that bad.” Arin reassured him. 

“There’s an audience!” Dan yelled, gesturing to the 6 people in the room. 

Arin turned towards the audience. “Tell me, beloved audience: would you be bothered if I just-so-happen to tickle Dan right before the power hour?” Arin asked them. 

“DO IT!” Vanessa yelled. 

“Vanessa!” Dan yelled. 

“Come on! We’ve been friends for how long again?” Arin asked. 

“11 years!” Toasti spoke up. “Yeah, 11 years! And I rarely EVER tickle you!” Arin told him. 

Dan bit his lip as he heard the audience cheer “Do it! Do it! Do it!” over and over again. “I feel so betrayed right now.” 

Arin smirked and looked at Dan. “The lovelies want it!” Arin let him know. And this was the only warning he gave, before sprinting up to Dan. 

“ARIN!” Dan kept on shouting his name as Arin pulled him back into the show light. And of course, those shouts and protests were quickly drowned out by Dan’s own yelps and laughter. “FAHACK! HAHAHAHA- FUCK YOHOHOU!” Dan cackled, falling to the ground in under 5 seconds. 

“Down he goes!” Arin declared, kneeling down and continuing the onslaught. 

“NonoNO ARIHIHIHIN!” Dan weakly grabbed Arin’s hands as he threw his head back with wheezy laughter. 

“Jesus, dude! I keep going for different spots, and they’re ALL TICKLISH!” Arin reacted.

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!” Dan shouted. 

Arin dug his fingers into his sides. “His sides are bad…” He went for his ribs. “His ribs too…” He dug his fingers into his armpits next. “His armpits are somehow worse…” Arin told him. 

“Ihihif yohohou ehend up with a bruhuise, Ihihi am NOT- HAHAHA- REHESPONSIBLE!” Dan yelled at him. 

“Try his feet!” Vanessa spoke up. 

“NO!” Dan shouted. 

“Aw, great idea!” It didn’t take long for Arin to grab both his ankles in a chokehold. With his feet stuck, Arin looked at Dan with a smirk. “Any last words~?” 

Dan looked at the audience for a couple seconds, before looking at Arin with a tense smile. “Go fuck yourself.” 

“Oh, don’t you worry.” Arin started tickling the arches of his feet, earning him a big fit of cackles. “I’ll save that for a little later.” 

“BaHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dan tugged on his feet, hugging himself as the laughter just kept exploding out of his mouth. “AHAHARIHIHIN! HAHAHAHA- NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Dan shouted. 

“Holy shit- I think this is the worst so far!” Arin reacted, earning some laughs from the audience.

“FUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Dan shouted. 

“Okay, fun time’s over.” Arin stopped his fingers and gently put his feet onto the ground. Dan’s huffing and heavy breathing filled the room for a few moments while Arin took the scrunchy from Tucker. “Here’s your scrunchie.” Arin told him. 

Dan took it and flopped his hand onto the ground again, letting his breathing slow down first. “Okay…thank you…” He mumbled. 

“Are you okay?” Tucker asked.  Dan nodded his head and sat himself up. Once he was on his feet, Dan whipped his hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle like discussed earlier. “This look good?” 

Arin looked at it. “Looks good.” He replied. 

“Great.” Dan sat down on the chair as the lights dimmed. “I’m just glad I peed before I got in here…because I would’ve needed a diaper change after that…” Dan said. 

“You don’t need to go again?” Arin asked, moving his hair out of his face. 

“Nope.” Dan replied. 

“Wait, again?” Someone said. “How many times a day do you think you pee?” Toasti asked.

“I don’t poop enough.” Vanessa replied. 

“I love poop. I love 💩. I 💩 like 3 or 4 times a day.” Arin said. 

“How many times do you poop, Dan?” Vanessa asked. 

“The pee for me is like 11.” Tucker spoke up. 

“If the pee breaks up long enough, and then you’re like ‘Oh?’ and then there’s like a second wind, does that count as two pees?” Dan asked. He looked around. “Did we start the episo-” 

“No, no, no, no, no- it’s-” Arin spoke up. “It’s- that’s one pee.” 

The light turned on, signaling the beginning of the episode. “Hello!” Dan spoke up right away. “And welcome to the 10 Minute Power Hour!" “Yay-” Arin spoke up. 

“This is- My name is Dan, and you are Arin.” Dan said, still looking at the camera. “Hello.” Dan said to Arin, despite STILL staring at the camera. 

“Okay.” Arin responded, loving the scripted, yet completely improv intro unfold. In the words of Dan: The show definitely started…

[artnamjooning]

Using Pomodoro Technique With ADHD

I've seen a lot of people with ADHD debating whether Pomodoro timers are helpful to them when studying. They're indispensable to me and the way I study with primarily inattentive type, so I thought I'd share a few ways I've tweaked it to work for me! ✧˖°――♡――✧˖°✧˖°――♡――✧˖°✧˖°――♡――✧˖°

1. Use a physical timer (and maybe a visual one)

I find my brain takes it more seriously if I use a separate timer, and it also is very handy for breaks! I have a digital timer I use, but recently I got a visual timer and think it's even more helpful. Let's face it. We're time blind. Being able to really see the time left helps an embarrassing amount. If a physical timer isn't an option for you, try something like Study With Cats, which has a timer in their videos. Plus, lofi! Which leads us to...

2. Lofi/Classical/Film soundtracks will save you

Need to turn off all the thoughts telling you to do other stuff? Music helps with that. I had an old therapist who specialized in ADHD tell me that it takes more inputs to focus an ADHD brain. You can "plug in" your studying, and if that's not enough, "plug in" some chill music. I was skeptical and used to study in complete silence, but now I need music. Music without vocals is best if you find yourself paying attention to lyrics. If music is a little too much, rain sounds can be great.

3. Take longer breaks (animedoro)

For me, 5-10 minutes is enough to use the bathroom and grab either a snack or an instant coffee. It feels rushed, and I find myself tired by the time my long break starts. Last semester I took ten minute breaks religiously using 50/10, but now I'm experimenting with 60/20 and finding my energy levels renewed. I like having time to watch a study vlog or an episode of Run BTS!. This is popularized as animedoro: work for 40-60 minutes, then watch an episode of anime for 20 minutes. This builds a real reward into studying! Yay!

4. You may need to adjust focus time along with your meds

Anyone who's been on stimulants (or anyone with ADHD lol) can tell you they can be fickle. Their effectiveness and length of focused time can vary depending on factors like diet and sleep. If you find your meds aren't working as great, or they're wearing off faster than usual, don't push through or you're in for a big burnout. Adjust your focus times instead. If you were doing 50/20 pomodoro and now 50 minutes of concentration feels like pure torture, just bring it down to 30, 25, or 20 minutes. You'll be so much better off with 20 minutes of concentrated study than 50 minutes of, "why can't I focus? Why can't I just be like everyone else? Oh god I haven't been watching this video."

5. If it's not working, don't force it.

Listen, this works for me--I desperately need that structure or I'll get lost in a bunch of stuff that doesn't matter (hi Wikipedia). If it's not working for you, and you prefer to hyperfocus for three hours at a time and then take a nap for an hour, do that! Don't try to force study techniques that don't work for you just because they work for others. Our brains work differently and that's okay.

[for-ships-that-never-sail]

Okay Y'ALL I saw Episode 5 today and these are the thoughts I jotted down while watching it (PART 1 OF 2)

Please don’t read below the cut if you are avoiding spoilers until you get to watch it yourself 

And FYI some of these may not have any context, but I guess it won’t matter cause you’ll have context in 7ish hours anyway (also sorry about how long all my thoughts and feelings are lol)

We’ve all seen the first 4 mins so that’s that - nothing extra special to add there other than that Colin’s soft voice for Pen feels like it makes my heart grow bigger every time I see it

Um what the absolute fuck was that opening title??? Have they deviated and changed that this much before?? Have I never noticed other than with the very small changes they do with adding the correct Bridgerton’s name etc?

Anthony wanting to do that one Monica scream is adorbs

LOLLLLL I love you sweet Greggy

LMAO Cressida with them BARBS

Awh Cressida I do feel for you my girl

OMFGGGGG Colin’s chat with the boys??? THIS IS MUSIC TO MY EARS!!!! SOMEONE STAB ME IN THE HEART AAAAH

And Anthony with that quick wisdom? Is it rude of me to not really have expected it from him even though I know this kind of good sense is in him? I do love you Ant! Sorry that I still think of you as SLOW to good sense because of last season lol

Also that cute and private GOSSIPY moment? LOVEEE

OH PORTIA FOR FUCKS SAKEEEEE WITH “THOSE EXACT WORDS” why are you stressing her out but also why are you STRESSING ME OUT?

BAHAHAHAHAHHSSHHAHAHASHA THAT IMMEDIATE 360 please stopppppp I have whiplash - this show has never presented something I personally see as a legitimate concern (from the character's perspective) and then proceed to resolve that issue soooo fucking fast, like that took two seconds PLEASE I’m dying, I can’t believe I thought I’d be stressed about that comment for a considerable amount of the episode? and then BAM 😂 Excellent job Colin!

For the love of god no one wants to chaperone them???? They’re just gonna go???? No one is gonna stop them? Like is she the John Cena of the Bridgerton universe?? Everyone is just like, oh look, Colin walking down the street speaking to himself, oh look he’s in a carriage, also just speaking to himself - like H'WHAT?

Having that said, yes of course get her alone and fuck her by all means if that’s what you wanna do, don’t let my hang ups about propriety and the rules of the ton stop you my boy

Omg pen my baby was so moved 🥹 She somehow hadn’t processed that whole thing even during the carriage ride? Because unless they teleported, she was just like reeling in silence until this point, just like, looking for the words???

Oh my god OH MY GOD OH MY GOD there you go Portia my mans was as clear as he could be about the exact words both indirectly and directly thank you very much

Omg STAHPPPP I can’t Col you should totally write her love letters saying this type of stuff every day - it’s what she deserves 🥹

Omg they’re so cute???!!!

Consent king!! This is so INTIMATE and CUTE!!! 🥹

Have I never seen tits bigger than like a 32B on Netflix before? Cute lil perky tits never really get registered as out there nudity I guess? Like I knowwww we saw tits the last two seasons, and I guess at the brothels this season too, which I nearly forgot, but like even 0.6 seconds of Pens tits rn feels like I’m on HBO and not Netflix? LOLLL

NO ONE HAS EVER REMOVED A BELT BETTER THAN LUKE NEWTON HAS

FUCK he’s so hot??? I’m probably equally attracted to both actors irl tbh but in the showverse Pen is just my girly and Colin was just my sweet boi too right up until he started undressing rn? Now pen is still my girly but Colin can fucking get ittttt LOLLL

Also we’ve seen him undressed before??? I don’t know what’s going on but he did the 0.0003 second belt thing and I audibly gasped and my brain suddenly went blank and now I’m just drooling over Colin and how hot he is fml

Luke Newton should probably just go around taking his shirts and belts off all the time tbh

Just in real life, stay undressing king, you’re such a treat 😍

Awh he’s got the cutest lil butt, but like…. I can’t look? I’m feeling an odd amount of… second hand embarrassment about his butt? I don’t know if that makes any sense but somehow it feels wrong to be looking at your butt Colin I’m sorry this is just like Pen’s property now you know? I shouldn’t seeeee this lol

Kinda wish they edited out that tiny bit where he moved the sheet? I assume that was for the sake of the actors/show because they can’t actually be like fully naked out here, but that tiny bit could’ve been easily edited a different way - only because I don’t want it to register like he’s covering her up? He’s not, he 100% would NEVER, but like logistically I get it, just wish the editor saw it the way I see it and took that bit out

oop JUMP SCARE Lmfaooooo my mans thought it would end before it even began 😂😂😂

Awh he’s so sweet with her - Touch me anywhere? Please they are really taking on such great parts from the books

Though on a side note I wish that this mirror idea was broken into 2 parts too? like part 1 he just says the lines from the books about wanting to grab her tits and fuck in front of a mirror but they don’t because he wants that gentle missionary first time, and then part 2 after the LW drama he actually passionately fucks her in front of the mirror, horizontally sure, but like from behind while facing the mirror? That's such an easy way to cover her up too - one arm coming from under her, wrapped around her bust to cover her there, and other arm coming over her and snaking down her belly so we know there is finger action but Nic would still be tastefully covered - this allows them to just stare at each other through the mirror the entire time which could have been sooooo hot? And I wouldn't have to suspend disbelief when it comes to her tits not touching any part of him through this whole thing lol - It’s aight though, this is what AO3 is for and I’m by no means disappointed with anything that’s happening rn

Still, circling back, is it like an actor/show rule to just show tits and not do anything else with them? Because I knowwww Colin isn’t gonna just fuck her without sucking on them titties that whole entire time, like please BE REAL for just ONE second, cause there’s absolutely nooooo way his hands and mouth wouldn’t be directly on those tits - but yeah, if it’s an actor/show thing to not do it because it might be too porny/uncomfy, I get it - I’m just looking for that realism because come onnnn there’s literally NO WAY his mouth wouldn’t be all over that LOL

Like even with their vertically challenging situation, I know my mans would fold his neck his back his spine his evvvverryyything to get his face on her tits LOLLLL

Also, sir? Everyone enjoyed your fingers but when are you going to eat my girl out? Please she deserves to see God???!!!!!

Never underestimate the power of grabbing your own dick to get it in either, it's just so fucking hot and I don’t make these rules

I personally think the carriage scene was A LOTTT spicier than this though

Sorry guys, don’t be upset or anything - I just think THAT was PASSION and THIS is LOVE

Slow and settled love - best friend love - honestly it’s how I see couples being intimate once their honeymoon phase is long over - just like, chit chatting while gentle fucking - super comfortable with each other and just not awkward at all - contently smiling and giggling afterwards, like that was all just totally normal everyday behaviour between them

It’s like they’re having a casual bestie moment, just the same as walking around in a market or gossiping in a ballroom

When you really think on it though, it’s so cool that a first time can be this way because you’ve just been best friends your whole life

Anyway, no furniture break I’m afraid

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter fifteen: Homecoming (15/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n finds a new connection to her past. Jim comes back

Word count: 2200

Warnings: daddy issues!!!!! dw douxie is there!! Also my dyslexia was insane this week so maybe some mistakes?

(Episodes Season 2 Episode 4,5,6 )

Song?: You’re on your own, kid by Taylor Swift

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Masterlist

Y/n rubbed her eyes. She had spent the last twelve hours reading all of Blinky’s books about Camelot. Her search had started with The Pale Lady but there weren't many books about her.

She wondered what connection she had to Camelot. She remembered when Alfred let slip out that she had a connection with Merlin. But what bothered her the most was, if she was connected to the kingdom, why wasn’t any of the books helping her remember? Was the spell that strong? Maybe trollish books weren’t the ones she needed to read. Maybe she needed to go to human books.

Y/n got into her car and started driving, maybe if the traffic wasn’t bad enough she could stop by the library before work. She looked at the clock.

“Fuzz..” she whispered. She was late. She ran out the car into the store “sorry…sorry”

“Good morning” greeted the man behind the desk.

Y/n took a step back and looked around. She wasn’t at the store, she wasn’t anywhere she recognised.

“Good morning” she said back.

“Oh. I know you. You’re Y/n. Right?” The man smiled. He looked older than Barbara.

“Yes” she returned the smile. She had never been to this place before.

“Wow. You look incredible” the man laughed. He seemed honest.

“Thank you?” Y/n walked to the desk.

“I guess you’re coming to check your stuff” the man turned to the computer.

“Uh?”

“You came for your storage? Right?”

“Oh, yes. Right” She nodded.

“Okay. Follow me” the man opened a door next to the desk and started to walk along a maze of storage units

Y/n didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t sure how she got there. She was sure she had driven to the store, that she had made the right turns. She looked around. This didn’t seem like a dream. She remembers waking up, beside all her dreams seem to be set in the past and this one is clearly in the present.

“This is 555, Ambrosius, Y/n”

‘Ambrosius?’ She thought. The name brought a burn to her chest.

“Thank you” she smiled.

“You’re welcome” the man smiled back and returned to his desk.

Y/n looked down at the lock. She didn’t have a key. She didn’t even know if she really was Y/n Ambrosius. She sighed and closed her hand on the lock, a small puff of red smoke appeared opening the lock. The unit was small, there wasn’t much inside: a couple boxes taped shut, a coat rack covered by a plastic bag and in the middle, there was the only thing that seemed not to be touched by the dust, a long wooden box

Y/n looked side to side and kneeled next to the box. She inspected the box, with her fingers traced the golden details. She touched the place where the lock should be and the lid lifted. Y/n looked over her shoulders and turned back to the box and opened it. A warm light blinded her. She took both her hands to shield her eyes. The light quickly died down and she was able to put her hands down and to see what was inside the box.

Inside, there was a staff that appeared to be made of dark iron detailed with red stones, with a big red gem on one end and sharp point on the other.

“Wow” she whispered.

She stretched her hand to lift it but the staff light up and lifted itself from the box.

“Oh god. Oh god Oh god” said to herself as she looked back to the door. Praying no one would see her.

The staff flew from the middle of the room to Y/n’s wrist, shrinking itself into a modest bracelet. Y/n stared at her wrist for a couple of minutes in awe. She couldn’t believe what just happened.

Y/n spent her whole day observing her wrist, the bracelet had settled comfortably on her arm but her eyes would constantly drift back to it, scared that her bracelet would turn back into a staff in the most inconvenient time.

She played with her new accessory as she walked down the stairs of TrollMarket.

“Home is the same, school is the same, TrollMarket is the same” Jim's voice resonated through the stands.

“Jim?” Y/n screamed, pushing all of the trolls out of her way until she had her brother in front of him.

“Y/n?”

She laughed. It really was him.

They ran into each other, hugging themselves tighter, scared the other would disappear again.

“I can believe you’re okay” she said into the embrace.

“Me neither” he chuckled.

“Don’t ever do that again” she let go just enough so she could see his face and hug him again.

“Stinking, horrible, traitor” Blinky screamed.

The four of them ran to the library to aid the troll.

“Blinky?” Called Jim

“What are you doing?” Asked Claire

The troll was stacking all his books and burning them.

“You love your books! This isn’t like you” screamed Toby, grabbing his head.

“Aaarrrgghh?” Y/n ran to the troll and hugged him tight “you’re alive?”

Aaarrrgghh sniffed her hair “Forget me nots” he smiled.

“What?” She chuckled.

“Not my books! I’m destroying anything that bear my traitorous brother’s name” Blinky threw another stack of books to the fire “Full of lies” he screamed looking at the fire “My gumm-gumm brother cannot be trusted and neither can these!” He threw another book to the fire.

“Gumm-gumm? What are you talking about?” Y/n frowned. She was confused. Blinky loved his brother.

“Blink!” Jim ran to the bonfire and started to take the books out “but they’ve been useful before, so they can be useful again

“Aren’t you gonna stop him, wingmam?” Toby giggled as Aaarrrgghh sniffled him “Uh, what’s with Aaarrrgghh?” He ask as the troll wouldn’t stop.

“Leave him. Ever since he’s returned from death his sense of smell has been curiously heightened. He’s been sniffing everything for hours” Blinky said uninterestedly as he kept throwing more books into the fire.

“What?!” Y/n ask. Time would pass and no one would explain anything to her. How did Jim come back from the Darklands? What happened with Blinky’s dead brother? And how did Aaarrgghh come back from the dead?

“Mmmmh you had italian” the troll stated and gave one more sniff “Carbonara”

“Yeah, like three days ago” Toby smiled.

“Enough” Y/n said to herself. With a quick movement of her arm she put out the fire and turned to the teenagers and the troll, leaving Blinky fighting with his books in the background.

“Cool” whispered Toby.

“You are going to sit down and explain to me what happened” Y/n cross her arms.

The three teens looked at eachother. Jim put down the bucket of water and sat down next to his friends.

“Toby?” Y/n took a step forward and crouched down putting her face as close as she could “what. are. you. hiding. from. me?”

Toby looked everywhere except at Y/n’s face, he was terrified. He felt the sweat travel through his body. He couldn’t hold on for much longer.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m really sorry!!” Toby broke. He started to scream making Y/n take a couple of steps back “It was all so confusing. Kanji-Aaarrrgghh opened the bridge so we could rescue Jim and Vendel said no and I was out of nugat nummies. I swear I didn’t mean to break your guitar in second grade. It was an accident” he kneeled down and grabbed her shirt.

“That’s…a lot” Y/n petted Toby’s head.

“We should have told you about the plan” said Claire.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad we are safe” Y/n smiled and pulled Toby’s hair “You broke my guitar?”

“Oi oi, it was an accident” he screams as he triess to pulls Y/n’s hand away.

“Talk to Jim yet?” Asked Aaarrrgghh.

Y/n and Toby turned to the now pile of ash and books to see Jim who had escaped to try to rescue the books that survived Blinky’s wrath while Y/n and Toby settled an old dispute.

“He says he hasn’t found the right time” said Claire.

“It’s not just me, right? Ever since he got back, he’s acting super weird” said Toby.

“Can you blame him?” Said Y/n.

“Hey, guy, you know what we need? A calling!” Jim turned “I’m sure there’s been tons of stuff pilling up for us to take care of now that I’m back. Uh, a curse box or a loose monster troll, huh?”

“Actually, Claire and I kinda took care of that stuff while you were gone” said Toby.

“What about some training? It’d be good for us to get back in the Forge and…”

“I smell Usurna” Aaarrrgghh interrupted.

“Oh dear” Blinky stopped his angry rant to see two gigantic troll enter the library followed by Usurna and Vendel

“So…It’s true. The human trollhunter has returned from his frolic in the Darklands” Usurna says.

“The human trollhunter humbly apologizes and throws himself at the mercy of the Troll Tribunal” Blinky bows.

“Tribunal?” Jim turns to Blinky.

Blinky hit him in the side.

“The tribunal has already voted on your fate” Usurna remembers.

Y/n rolls her eyes.

“And, by the barest of margins has ruled to dropped all charges so long as you cooperate from this moment forth” Vendel steps forward.

Everyone sighes in relief.

“Your rash choice to save one child put all of TrollMarket at risk. If any evil had been unleashed unto this world, the blood would have been on your hands” Usurna took a step forward to Jim.

Y/n grabbed her brother by the arm and pushed him back a little so Usurna’s finger wouldn’t touch him.

Before leaving she turned:

“Are you sure nothing followed you on your return?”

“Draal never left his post guarding the bridge” exclaimed Blinky but Y/n didn’t see her friends so convinced.

“Are the Krubera really staying permanently?” Asked Blinky once Usurna left. He was annoyed as Y/n.

“Usurna feels their presence is required in light of my questionable judgment” Vendel turned as his new staff got tangled in the light “Speaking of such, have you made any progress in tracking down the culprit who stole my staff?”

“We will not rest until we bring them to justice” said Blinky.

“Yes, of course. I’m sure whoever took it had a good reason and will return it as soon as possible. I’ve put my neck out far enough for you ungrateful fools any further, and she’ll be sure to lop my head right off” he finally was able to get his staff free.

“Thank you, Vendel. It’s good to see you, too” said Jim.

“Yes, well, if you want to thank me, go look into the goblin mess that one of our trolls discovered on a salvage run”

“Goblin mess?” Toby repeated.

“There appears to be some droppings in a dumpster behind the Arcadia Cinema” Vendel explained.

“Goblins? we haven’t seen any of those in months” Claire said.

“Oh my gosh! Is this a call? Like, a good old trollhunting mission?” Jim was excited.

“Just go” Vendel got his staff tangled in his horn.

“Vendel, could I have a word with you? Something ha…” Y/n took a step forward and helped the troll with his staff.

“Can this wait? I’m too busy today” the troll disappeared through the door leaving Y/n along, the trollhunter team long gone.

“It’s okay” she said to an empty room. Her hand playing with her bracelet. The ashy smell takes her back to an old familiar place she doesn’t want to go.

Y/n walked out of TrollMarket in silence.

“Not now, Y/n. Can’t you see I’m busy?” the voice of a man she knows so well yet doesn’t, stabs her heart.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” she repeats like she could be forgiven for the cardinal sin of asking for the attention of a loved one.

She keeps walking and the memory of the man standing in front of a window won’t get out of her mind. His back to her and the desperation of her hands to grab his.

“That’s lovely, birdie, but why don’t you go find that friend of yours and show him? Huh?” The man asks without taking his eyes from his work.

Y/n looks down at her hands and wonders what's so wrong with them.

The bell chimes.

“Y/n? Darling? What happened? Why are you crying?” Douxie jumped from his seat at the register and went to the door.

“Huh?” Y/n looked around. She wasn’t in TrollMarket anymore, she was in Douxie’s library “I don’t…” she took her hand to her cheeks, they were wet. She had been crying.

“Did someone do something? Are you hurt?” Douxie grabbed her head and with his thumbs wiped away the tears.

“No. I just… I think my father was kinda of a complicated asshole” Y/n hugged him, hiding her head in his chest.

Douxie chuckled and hugged her back “Yeah, I understand”

A/n: the mood at the end was: ‘hey dad i exist!’ because that was my mood honestly

[simplydannie]

Velvet and Veneer One-Shot

“Prison It Is” Part 2

Velvet learns what she did to her brother… what the trolls effect had on her…. What it could have on anyone who takes that path.

Part 1 Here

Velvet went on a rampage. If it wasn’t for the restraints she had, she would have layed hands on the doctor in the room with her.

What drove her mad though was the fact that she didn’t know what she did to her brother…. She didn’t remember anything at all. She pleaded and pleaded to them to tell her where Veneer was…

Something was wrong with her… some poison it seemed like…. A poison that fed on her rage and desire. It clouded her vision and when she came to…. She didn’t even remember anything. She kept asking for her brother…. But the doctor didn’t have the heart to tell her…. Not yet.

“Do you remember anything when you were little?” The doctor asked her. Velvet was silent, eyes staring off into the distance. “Velvet. Want to tell me about yourself?”

….Silence….then she spoke.

“… our parents were dentist…. Me and Veneer are actually twins… I’m older by a few hours..…mom had…complications when he was born ……he was so small…..” Velvet grew silent again…. The doctor could see the memories coming back.

“What else sweety?” She asked.

“He got sick as he got older…. We didn’t have much friends, just each other…. We were… inseparable….” She began to cry, “…. He was always in and out of the hospital… then mom and dad… the accident…..where is he?” She looked at the doctor with tears in her eyes. “What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything…. Something is wrong with you… and we want to help you.” The doctor said reassuringly. “Remember before you guys were fingerprinted we took you in for interrogation? Veneer mentioned something he noticed… a negative effect the Troll had on you…..”

The doctor’s words became nothing but distant noise to her:

Vels? She distinctly heard his voice. She began looking around the room.

“Vennie?” Velvets eyes dashed frantically back and forth looking for her brother. The doctor paused and looked at Velvet with deep concern.

“Sweetheart…” the doctor began to say….. Velvet heard it again.

Vels. I’m over here.

“Where I don’t see you?” She called out, “Stop playing Veneer! Come out, please!”

“Sweetheart stop please.” The doctor began to beg…..

Come on Vels. I’m waiting.

“WHERE ARE YOU VENNIE!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Being twins, she knew something was wrong… she knew she did something bad…. She could hear his voice, but it’s like she couldn’t tell him anymore. She pulled and pulled on her restraints, thrashing around frantically. “VENEER!”

“VELVET STOP. YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD!” The doctor screamed. She soon regretted her words when she saw the young girls look of horror.

“….what…” Velvets voice was barely audible.

“Sweetheart, in the episode this “poison” had you in… you beat him…. Badly. We tried sweetheart, we tried stabilizing him. I’m so sorry.” The doctor said.

“…… the last thing I said to him… was that I hated him…” Velvet whispered.

Are you coming Vels? She heard his voice say again.

“I’m sorry Vennie… I didn’t… it’s all my fault… I brought into this stupid mess…I’m so sorry.” She began to cry.

I know, sis…. You know I love you.

She began crying uncontrollably, thrashing about. His agreement to everything in the first place was just so they could still be together. Never once did he want to leave her side. … he slowly saw her change because of the effects of the Troll… he slowly let her change him too….. she couldn’t take it…. Her broken heart hurt… it hurt so bad…

“Oh my god! Medic!” The voice of the doctor was distant…. Velvet could feel the pain in her chest… it’s like everything around her slowed down. Voices were mumbled and distant, images were a blur.

“Get her stable now!” She heard the doctors call out. The pain in her chest began to diminish as the rhythm of her heart began to slow down.

“Stabilize her now!” She heard them cry again and again…….

Are you coming Vels? She heard her brother call out again.

Yeah, Vennie…. I’ll be right there with you.

THUMP…. THUMP……………….THUMP………………………………………

Her heart stopped.