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Toothpaste IV

Read Toothpaste here | ~1.8k words

From me: By popular demand 🦷

Warnings: some sexual tension, some oral fixation, and fairly sexy innuendos. Toothpaste anon, I know what you said but I wanted a really slow burn here. I know, I know. I'm sorry. But not quite yet..

Summary: “Did y’mean it?”

“Mean what?” There was hardly any air left in her lungs so the words she spoke were quiet.

“Y’were falling in love?” He questioned. Her cheeks felt hot. Embarrassed that she said that out loud on their first date.

Harry hurried around to the passenger side and opened the door for her to get out. Although she was already part way through opening it and Harry would have to remember that next time. But right now, he wanted her inside his house and would let it slide. “Let me,” he offered and took the bag of their to go order. She was so goddamn stunning it melted him. He put a hand on her lower back as he ushered her up the steps to his place.

Harry’s house wasn’t huge. It was just him, after all. A cute little porch was at the top of three little steps, a large window to the left of the door but she couldn’t see inside because of the curtains hiding behind the glass. A single chair and end table were in front of the window. A spot for reading and drinking coffee if she had to imagine.

In fact, she imagined Harry sitting there, completing a crossword puzzle first thing in the morning while the sun was still rising. If she lived in his house, she probably wouldn’t use the door to get to the porch. She loved the idea of a window that was large enough to open to the porch. It didn’t make sense. It was right next to the door. But it was adorable. To the right of the door was a large planter filled with colorful flowers and she imagined her extremely attractive dentist, boss, and date tending to a garden. The thought went straight to her heart.

Pulling the key back out of the lock, he opened the door and ushered her inside and closing, the door behind her. He put the bag of food on the entry table right next to the staircase. He reached for her shoulders, sliding his fingers below her hair and tugging the collar of her jacket down.

Her eyes adjusted to the semi-dark. Without any lights on, his place was cast in varying shades of white, gray, and black. But she could make out the room—a couch, a loveseat, and a coffee table. The TV hung above the mantle and fireplace. Paintings hung at regular intervals along the walls. Behind the couch was a bookshelf; each cubby filled with everything Harry enjoyed reading. She crouched immediately to read the titles. Harry brought the food to the kitchen. She didn’t take the books out but she pulled the ones she thought she would like down. “If you can part with these, I’d like borrow them.”

He smiled thoughtfully, leaning on the armrest of the loveseat. He crossed his feet at the ankles and his hands were in his pockets. “Y’can have whatever y’want.”

His kitchen was along the back wall, no dining room, but he had two seats around a small table—like an island in the middle. Everything was decorated so expertly. “Did you decorate yourself?” She asked.

“Gemma helped,” he shrugged. “We have similar taste,” he explained.

Gemma was Harry’s sister and not a reason for her to be jealous. But it seemed they would all get along swimmingly. “Can she help decorate my apartment?”

He chuckled. “M’sure she’d love that.”

She stood up and went to the fridge looking at the pictures and coupons that he had under magnets of places he visited? Maybe? Or maybe they were a souvenir from friends and family. Pictures of Gemma, a sweet little baby girl, and a woman that was most definitely where Harry got his gorgeous looks from adorned the door.

The place was so cozy and warm. She wanted to live there. Not to be dramatic, but whether Harry lived there or not. “I love your house,” she smiled. Harry stayed put at the armrest while he watched her inspect his place. He wanted to give her space and let her make the moves and make sure she was comfortable.

It took every bit of restraint for Harry to say thank you and not, it’s yours regarding her compliment of his home.

He was dead serious in saying she could have whatever she wanted. He was putty in her hands. Wrapped around her finger. Anything she wanted? He was going to give it to her. “Can I take my shoes off?”

He snorted. “Course, y’don’t have t’ask.”

“Well, I didn’t want to be rude.”

He shook his head with a smirk. He went over to the stove, turning on the soft light. It gave the room a romantic feel to it. Like how a couple would slow-dance to nothing but the music in their head. Then he went to her side and immediately dropped to his knees. Her heart skipped a beat. Then it took off rapidly, pounding so loudly she felt it in every inch of her body. She wondered if this was a dream because she would be lying if she hadn’t thought about it a lot in the time that she had known Harry.

His fingers danced at her ankle, skimming softly against her skin, and he coaxed her foot out of one shoe and then the other. He stood slowly, extremely close to her body. Only a breath of space between them. “Does your tooth hurt?” He asked. She shook her head. He smiled. “Good.” Then he kissed her. His hands on her hips and she knew his mouth was already perfect because he was a dentist, but she forgot that kissing would add a whole level to that perfection. He pulled away briefly, his eyes scanning her face for signs of regret. His smile was so pretty, and he sighed like this was the happiest moment of his life. She felt her chest aching something fierce. She slid one hand along the side of his face and the other went around through his soft hair at the back of his head and pulled him back in. He hummed in approval making her shiver involuntarily. “Are y’cold?” He asked against her lips.

“No,” she shook head refusing to talk when his mouth was there to kiss.

His hands reached down further, gripping the back of her thighs and he lifted her onto the counter. Bringing her toward the edge of it so he could settle his hips between her legs and wrap them around his hips. “Did y’mean it?” He asked, his lips peppering kisses along her mouth and face as he allowed her to breathe. Her breath came in quiet gasps. Unbelievably turned on and warm.

His lips followed the length of her jaw all the way to her ear before it took a turn and then descended down her neck. “Mean what?” There was hardly any air left in her lungs so the words she spoke were quiet.

“Y’were falling in love?” He questioned. Her cheeks felt hot. Embarrassed that she said that out loud on their first date. But him kissing her was a good sign, wasn’t it? She didn’t scare him off quite yet. “Don’t be shy now, kitten,” he murmured into her skin. “Told me y’would open wide the second day I met you.”

She huffed out a breath of laughter as his lips trailed across her collarbone to the other side to complete the loop of kisses he was placing along her skin. “I did not say that.”

“Would y’open wide?” He pulled his mouth from her skin. She couldn’t make out the pretty green color, even with the stove light, but she could make out he was gazing at her, his pupils huge and lovely as he eyed her. Her throat felt tight with desire, and she nodded silently. His eyes stayed locked with hers. “Open,” he ordered.

She dropped her jaw. Slowly he drew his hand up her body, making her eyelids flutter as she waited patiently. His hand held the side of her neck and keeping his slow pace he dragged his thumb across her lower lip, then the top one before finally pressing it on her tongue.

“Suck.”

His other hand was holding her thigh still so she knew he would feel the muscle contraction from between her legs and he grunted when her lips closed around his digit.

Then she sucked.

“Fuck,” he hissed. She could feel him hardening between her legs pressed close to her core. “Eyes,” he hummed. She didn’t even realize she had closed them. “Did y’mean it?” He repeated. She had no idea what he was talking about. Her tongue was lapping at his thumb and swirling around it like it was his dick and that made her tighten more as he ground his erection against her. Thank God she wore a dress. “Did y’mean it?” He asked again. “Hmm?” she hummed around his thumb making him inhale sharply at the insinuating vibration. She whimpered softly as he pressed harder onto her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks desperate for more. “Fuck,” he hissed pulling his hand away. “Did y’mean it when y’said y’were falling in love?”

Her shyness returned. Which was beautiful in its own right. The way her mouth closed around his thumb would be a visual that would never leave his mind for long. “Yes,” she whispered and looked down at her lap, right where they were closest to one another.

“Do y’think m’not?” He asked, tilting her chin back up. Her heart fluttered and she felt breathless, stunned, unable to move. Harry was brilliant, had his own practice, and a house that was so goddamn cute she wanted to scream. Falling in love with her? No, she didn’t think she was that lucky. “M’falling very hard for you, kitten,” he assured her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, melting her like she was nothing but candle wax.

“Oh.”

“Yeah...” he glanced down between them, where her core was pressed against his dick aching to escape his pants. Her dress covered her so he couldn’t see but he could feel how warm she was pressed against him. “Do y’want t’go upstairs?” He asked.

She swallowed and nodded.

“We don’t have to,” he assured her. He would probably have to take a cold shower and think about her the whole time, but they didn’t have to do anything if she didn’t want to.

His kindness was sweet, more than adorable. But if his thumb was merely a precursor to what laid ahead? She didn’t want to prolong her pleasure any longer. “Harry,” she giggled quietly. “I have a cavity.”

He tilted his head at her. “Are y’in pain?” He asked, concern filling his voice. He ran his thumb along her jawline, ghosting softly in case it was sensitive and hurt too much with even a touch on the outside of her mouth. He didn’t even care how rapidly the eye-fucking and the dry-humping stopped and changed to talk of toothaches.

“It really needs to be filled,” she said knowingly.

His eyes darted back to hers as realization flooded him. “Oh, fuck yes, love,” he moaned and yanked her toward him, kissed her, and carried her upstairs.

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Saiki Kusuo dating headcanons

Saiki Kusuo x Average!GN!reader They/them pronouns used Not requested but I felt the need to post something<3

Okay so, y/n is the most average person in class 2-3. Unnoticed by all, but as we very well know, Saiki likes averageness. So after some time, he noticed you

He first only liked your averageness, but by the time, he made a habit of listening to your thoughts.

Whatever you were thinking about, he knew and mentally noted what you like, what you don't like etc.

After some time, a teacher assigned a project in pairs, and Saiki and you ended together. With the help of his powers.

You two exchanged contacts <3

After the project, you started hanging out more. Saiki really likes your averageness, but what he also loves are Teruhashi's jealous thoughts

"What are they doing with MY Saiki?! They aren't even that good looking! what does he see in them" Well Teruhashi, it's y/n<3

But Teruhashi's thoughts made Saiki think. Did he like you? nonsense- or....

He stopped with the denial phase when you gave him a birthday gift, a lot of coffee jelly. You would have gave him a coupon or take him to a café, but you know that he prefers quiet, not that it is quiet with other people's thoughts constantly sounding in his head. But when he is with you, he still feels comfortable, and doesn't mind the thoughts of other people as much<3

He feels guilty that you don't know about his powers, so one day, when you two are hanging out at his place, he tells you, with the cute guilty face, so you ask him to prove it or smth and then end up cuddling and telling him that you don't mind him being a psychic<3 that made him love you even more

After some time, he finally confesses. It went something like "I like you." but through gritted teeth "what?" "Don't make me repeat myself" *sighs in tsundere* and then you laugh together and BOOM cutest couple of PK academy to ever exist!

As big of a tsundere he can be, that mf still loves you as much as coffee jelly...no...more than coffee jelly

My guys love language is a acts of service<3

He may not be the greatest at expressing his emotions but, you don't have your favorite snacks? Look again. You don't feel well? He will make you a soup and a tea, and change the cloth on your forehead<3 Someone is rude to you or makes you uncomfortable? Please hold him so he doesn't do anything illegal.

And lemme tell you, his parents LOVE you<3 you are already basically part of the family.

My guy doesn't want you to meet Kusuke and he will do anything in his power for it to not happen.

I feel like even if you guys wouldn't wanna tell the friend group, they would discover it. Like in a really stupid way yk, something like Nendo saw you or Chiyo persistently asked if you have crush on anyone so you just told her because Saiki would be jealous if you made some crush up<3

I feel like he wouldn't leave you, and i hope you wouldn't leave him either>:(

you grow old together<3

Okay so this was my first x reader.

I hope it's good<3

Stay safe, drink water, take care ily always bye

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Perhaps a Little Jealous

Title: Perhaps a Little Jealous

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Read

Summary: After gifting Hotch a new sweater, you use it to your advantage to keep other women away. Unfortunately, this doesn’t go unnoticed.

Word Count: 1817

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A/N: My first actual post in forever and it’s not Supernatural. I think having to keep this blog Supernatural related got to me and I just kinda neglected it. I think opening up requests for a multitude of fandoms will help my creativity! Anyway, enjoy some of my current obsession: Criminal Minds’ Aaron Hotchner!

Part 2

Knocking on Hotch’s office door, you smooth out your shirt. Granted, you didn’t have to give Hotch a gift, but you feel obligated to give him something. He had prevented you from getting injured, or worse killed. So in an effort to say thanks, you had gotten him a gift.

“Yes?”

Hotch’s office door swings open and you look at him sheepishly. “I wanted to give you a gift. To say thanks for saving me on the last case. Can I come in?”

Hotch steps aside to let you in. You make your way over to his desk and stand next to the guest chair. You can’t bear to face him due to your face being so red. You know why you are nervous. You just don’t want to admit it.

“You got me a gift? For doing my job?” Hotch makes his way to his desk. “I don’t think this is necessary.”

You glance up to look into his eyes before looking away. You had magically found an excuse to give him a gift, but you are scared to tell him the real reason. You are giving him a gift cause it was a way that you showed you loved someone. Well in this case have feelings for.

“I think it's just a nice thing to do.” You are quick to answer. “You’ve done so much for me since I started at the BAU and not to mention you did save me on the last case.”

Hotch looks like he might ask more, but he graciously holds his hand out for the gift instead. “(Y/N), you’re a member of the team. I was just doing what I would do for any of the others.”

Your heart sinks a little. Of course, Hotch would say something like that. At the end of the day, he is your boss. Hotch is someone you should never have developed feelings for. Yet here you are. Standing in his office, handing him a gift, and almost hoping that he would read into and figure you out.

“Still. It’s just something I like to do for people I care about or like. Like I gave Garcia some coupons I had found for a brand that matches her style.”

You watch as Hotch pulls the ribbon off of the gift. You are nervous. Your heart is pounding. If Hotch took one good look at you, you know that he would be able to pick you apart and say the words you were thinking.

“Coupons and a gift you went out and bought are two different things, (Y/N). Besides, this,” he pulls the sweater out of the box, “looks like it cost you more than some coupons.”

“Hotch, if it bothers you, I can take it back. I just thought that having something comfortable while on a case or that you can use to stay warm in the hotels would be nice. I’m sure I got your size right, but if I didn’t there is a gift receipt in the box.”

Hotch checks the tag and shakes out the sweater. You know it was his style, the quarter-zip, and his color, a wine red. You are almost one hundred percent sure that you had gotten his size, a large, though you’re sure that even if it isn’t the right size he’d still look good. The only thing you didn’t know was whether or not he would like it.

“This is,” Hotch pauses while feeling the material, “very soft. Where did you get this? Actually, if you don’t mind me asking, how much was it?” You give him a smile as someone knocks on the door. “Looks like J.J. was right. There’s always a new case almost right after the last.”

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It’s the morning of the third day on this case and weirdly enough, you are starving. Normally you get up too late to actually grab breakfast or anything, but today you woke up right as the hotel started putting breakfast out.

Hotch had told you all to make sure you got enough rest last night and to be one hundred percent ready to tackle the case this morning. This meant that you were allowed to get almost eight hours of sleep, closer to seven but who was really counting, and you were allowed to have more than a cup of coffee and a stale muffin for breakfast.

Not only are you right on time, but you also are surprised to see Hotch standing in line for the coffee maker. The new quarter-zip looks very nice on him and you realize that you weren’t the only one who noticed. A pair of women sit at the window, eyeing him from over their teas.

“Hotch!” You speed up your steps. “You should've had me grab you breakfast.”

You step as close as you think you can without getting in his way. The zipper of his sweater going at a diagonal angle makes you want to laugh. Knowing how motivated he is to finish cases, you figure he probably stayed up late and slept in it.

“Your thing, uh zipper, it’s crooked. Here let me fix it for you. Did you end up sleeping in this?”

Your hand grasps the collar of the sweater and gently adjusts it. Smoothing out the fabric, you give Hotch a soft smile. You like that he was wearing the sweater you got him. You didn’t like the fact that other women seem like they wanted to flirt with him.

“You can tell that I didn’t follow my own orders, can’t you?” Hotch asks as he puts a lid on his coffee.

You giggle. “Oh yes. Though if you were up all night looking at the files maybe you magically found something new.”

He hands you your own coffee and walks you toward the ever-wonderful selection of the hotel buffet. “I did see a few things. They could mean nothing, but without a second opinion, I’m unsure. Do you mind if I join you for breakfast and share them?”

You stand there in shock. Is he asking you to have breakfast with him? Not just the whole team? Could it actually just be so he could tell you to not invade his personal space again?

“Uh yeah! My room is super close, J.J. got me the room closest to the front door so that way when I’m running late I’m faster. Is that fine?”

He gives you a quick nod before grabbing some toast. Thankfully he doesn’t leave your side, or make any comments, as you load up your plate. He doesn’t even complain when you toss both a yogurt and a muffin on his plate.

The two of you are silent as you walk what was probably only a minute to your room, but feels like ages to you. You are nervous, not only are you still in pajamas, not even like the ones on television you are wearing the silly cat meme shirt, but you are going to have Aaron Hotchner in your hotel room.

“Sorry about the mess. The only person who usually comes in, well besides the staff, is Emily or J.J. Sometimes Morgan if he thinks I need further teasing. If I’m not treating it like it’s my room I just can’t think right.”

Hotch makes no comment. He instead opts to pull the chair from the desk and offer it to you. You shake your head and pull out the stool. “Actually, I’ll let the boss sit in the fancy chair. I can use the footrest as a seat.”

Hotch lets out a chuckle as he sits down. “The probably cheap office chair is fancy to you?”

You lower the chunk of waffle from your face. “As fancy as a cheap office chair can be. What did you notice?”

Hotch folds his hands on the table. “You paused after saying my name in the lobby. Almost as if you regretted it or noticed something else. When you came up to me you stood closer than you usually did and took your time making sure I was presentable.”

Swallowing hard, you look into his eyes. “Oh. Is this what you meant by opinions to share?”

You think you see a smile on his face as he continues, “You made sure that you put extra food on my plate like you were looking out for me. All of this would leave an impression on others that we’re close. And given the fact that hotels are usually couples or families on vacation this impression would be that we are together.”

You rub your arm and look away. Who said he could look so handsome while profiling your feelings? Just cause he was good at his job doesn’t mean you wanted to be the target.

“You saw the same women sitting near the window that I did, didn’t you? What made you give them the wrong impression?”

You know if you looked at him you’d give everything away even if you lied. “There’s no need for women to be taking up your time. We are on a case. Just because you won’t entertain them, doesn’t mean they won't waste time.”

“You’re very easy to read. When you feel like you can’t control your emotions, you look away. So I know that you’re hiding something or you’re lying to me.”

You know your face is red. You can’t do anything about that. Instead, you turn and face Hotch.

“The team can’t have women taking up time that could be spent working the case.”

Hotch’s smile wavers. “I know you’re lying to me. If that was truly the reason, your face wouldn’t be so flushed. Would you like to know what I think?”

You lick your lips and nod. “If you think you can read me that well then go ahead Hotch. Surprise me.”

This time he leans in. You would worry about the food and coffee spilling but you can’t focus that well with Hotch’s face only a foot away from yours.

“I think that you saw those women watching me and got jealous. Perhaps you got just a little bit,” he pauses and you know the word he’s thinking of, “possessive? You wanted to scare them off and make them think I was taken.”

“What would you do if that was the reason?” You hold your breath. “Would you tell me off?”

Glancing at the clock behind you, Hotch gives a smile. He stands up and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Perhaps after the case is over we can go and get breakfast. Someplace that isn’t your hotel room. Let me know if that works for you, (Y/N).”

With that, Hotch leaves your room. You’re a flustered mess due to his teasing. You never even knew that Hotch could tease. Your ear still feels warm from where he whispered and you do your best to calm down.

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ʚ𖦹ɞ-content warnings : lighttt angst, bullying? Happy ending

ʚ𖦹ɞ-synopsis : You being harassed by a jealous girl

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"You must be in real bad trouble" you turn your head to see where the voice came from, you notice one of your (not so) lovely fellow inmate,

"Huh? Why do you say that?" You know the answer, it happens almost everytime you visit wriothesley in his office,

"Oh don't play dumb your always in and out of the dukes office, you just can't stay out of trouble." She crosses her arms with a smirk on her face,

"Ohh! That..." You think over your words carefully "Wri- Uh the duke and I have a uh.. special relationship erm..you wouldn't get it so.."

She scoffes "Okay, not this again...just give up. Nobody buys that your dating the duke" you avert your eyes to a very interesting object (it's the wall) "besides he'd be better off with someone like me" She flicks her hair and you want to choke in primordial sea water.

"Uh that's nice I really have to get going" you try to get out of the unnecessary conversation before things get...

"It's not like he'd want to get with you anyway, I mean...not to be rude but, look at you! Your build is all wrong and your face isn't all that pretty either" there it is. . .

"Okay I really should get going..." You don't wait for her to respond and you rush to the dormitories, you run into seigewine.

"Oh hello [Name]- Oh! Are you alright? Why are you crying. Come with me to the infirmary!" Once you're there, you sit on a bed while seigewine fixes you a cup of tea.

"So tell me" she climbs on an infirmary bed across from you, "what's wrong?" She looks concerned,

"I-It's that stupid girl again...s-she keeps bothering me..I'm so tired if it..!" You look at the floor and wipe your tears,

"[Name] I'm sure if you just told the duke he'd do something about it" she'd told you this many times before, why are humans so stubborn?"

"But..he's already got so much stuff on his plate, I don't want to burden him.." you've stopped crying by now but your still hurt,

"You wouldn't be burdening him! If you don't tell him I will!" She crosses her arms.

"Tell who what? Wriothesley walks into the infermary. Seigewine sneaks out of the room,

"Oh uhhhh, nothing!" You don't look him in the eye, "oh really?" He steps closer so that now he's in kneeling front of you, he holds your face with his hands, "If it's nothing then why were you crying,"

You eventually give in and end up spilling everything, along with a few tears.

"Why didn't you say anything to me?" He wipes your tears with his thumb,

"I-I didn't want to bother you.." your still looking down, Wriothesley stays silent for a moment before speaking again "look at me" you hesitantly lock eyes with him, "you never bothering me, okay If you want to tell me something, then tell me" you nod, he sounds firm but you know it's because he genuinely cares about you.

The next few days are a blur, Wriothesley made it a point to make it known that you two were in fact together, although you didn't feel like it was necessary. You two would walk together, hand in hand, to the coupon cafeteria.

Also, you haven't seen that one girl recently. I wonder what happened to her...?

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Why I think Morty is Rick's favorite person

We get confrimation in season 7, episode 7 "Wet Kaut Summer" and in season 7 episode 6, that Rick spoils Morty, we can also see that only Morty gets spoiled, since Summer expressed jealously at the fact that Morty gets whatever he wants and all he has to do is ask, meanwhile Summer has to do chores for Rick, Rick does say the reason why he has Summer do chores is because he sees her as an equal and respects her, but I still consider it sweet that he spoils Morty.

It's been confrimed that if it came down to it, he would sacifice himself for Morty, we see this most famously in "A Rickle In Time" where he sacifices himself for Morty by giving Morty his time collar and again in "Rest and Ricklaxation" where Toxic Rick basically sacifriced himself for Morty (This one may be more debatable, depending on your viewpoint it is called merging, but considering that toxic Rick would stop being his own person, I would consider that sacifrice) we also get that confrimination from heathly Rick in that episode, he says, and I quote "You've done nothing but complain about me being in charge, but if I ever gave you the wheel, we'd be dead in 5 minutes" (Or something similar to that, I don't remeber the full quote)

He chose Morty over Diane, in "Fear No Mort" Season 7 episode 10, Rick finds out that he could've seen Diane again if he went into the fear hole, so he runs in, looks at the hole, debating wether to go in or not, but just chose to put a picture of Morty (That he had carefully folded in the front pocket of his wallet mind you) and went back to spend the rest of the evening with his grandson. Keep in mind this is Diane, someone he could never replace due to her being erased through every dimension, someone who he made his car sound like, someone who he dedicated years of his life towards avenging her. And he chose Morty over her,

He is more protective over Morty more than he is over anyone else in the family. This may be because he adventures with Morty the most, so we see more scenes of Rick protecting Morty, but we see him protecting Morty a lot wether it's just by putting Morty behind him (As we can see in Morty's Mindblowers season 3, episode 8) threatening people who hurt him (As we can see in M. Night Shaym-Aliens! Season 1, episode 4) telling people to leave Morty out of conflicts they have with him (As we can see in Close Rick Counters with Rick Kind, Season 1, episode 10) or straight up killing people who hurt Morty (As we can see in Meeseeks and Destroy. Season 1, episode 5) using his body to stop bullets from hitting Morty (As we can see in Edge of Tomorty: Rick die Rickpeat season 4 episode 1) or getting angry when people insult Morty (As we can see in Vindicators 3: The Return of Worldender, season 3, episode 4) He is consistantly protective of Morty, and he isn't shown to be this protective over anyone else.

He values Morty opinion of him, this may be more due to his ego than anything, but we see in Vindicators 3: The return of Worldender, Rick quickly became incredibly jealous when Morty admired someone more than him, and in season 6 episode 10 Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation, we can see that he replaced himself with a robot since he was upset with the thought that Morty found him boring, so much so he replaced himself with a robot

Morty is the only family member Rick didn't abandon. Now, I'm not talking about when he refused to abandon his family but then Rick Prime killed them, that obviously wasn't Rick's fault, I'm referring to the world he corenberged in season 1 episode 6, Rick Potion #9, he only brought Morty along when he could've very easily just left Morty there to rot, he could've just gotten a new grandson, there is literally infinite realities, heck after season 1 episode 10 Close Rick counters with Rick kind, we can see that he has a coupon for a new replacement Morty, why doesn't he just use that? He could easily get a more impressionable Morty who would just obey him and not question him, but he doesn't.

Morty is the only thing keeping him stable, while that certainly is not healthy, since Rick shouldn't rely on his 14 year old grandson to keep him stable, I feel like it's proof that again, Morty is his favorite person, while this is most obvious in season 7 episode 6 Rickfending your Mort with Morty pulling Rick out of a slump after he felt empty after defeating Rick Prime, if it wasn't for Morty, Rick would still be in a slump and would still just be drinking in the garage, but we also see this in Rick and Ricklaxation, Season 3, episode 6 as he completely broke down when Morty was gone for 2 weeks, he apparently would just drink and call Jessica, a kid he did not know beforehand, and would cry about how Morty was gone, and tried to get him back. That is why I think Morty is Rick's favorite person. This is why I wanna grab Morty, shake him and yell at him about how much Rick cares about him

[solaroppositesyaoi]

Hold on ,,, i kinda fell out of the fandom a while ago

Is Tervo canon now?? Like... earnest canon? Not just in that limbo between homophobic jokes and queerbaiting but like... Actual committed, loving relationship that they're both working on and they don't just sometimes kiss for laughs?

Because in that case i might start watching again

(I fell off just before the christmas special)

OH BOY ANON YOU JUST ACTIVATED MY AUTISM

So the short answer is yes though not 100% and I understand if that’s not what you’re looking for but if you have time you can listen to me go off:

So they pretty much do everything except stare directly at the audience and announce that their in a relationship but the show pretty much tells us they’re in relationship

We’ll start with the Christmas Special since you stopped there.

There’s only one “tervo” scene where Terry reveals he’s been practicing punching for Korvo’s Christmas present and they share a kiss which is the best kiss we’ve gotten from them.

It’s very sweet

Now onto s3

I’m linking my own video if you want to watch the scenes yourself but don’t worry I’m gonna break into them: link to video

There’s a lot of little things through out the season the word “husband” is thrown around a lot, in episode 2 Terry refers to Korvo as babe a personal fave of mine. There’s also huge implications they’re having sex with each other which you know helps.

The main episodes with the biggest Tervo moments are episode 3 The Pupas Big Day and episode 8 The Cubic Lattice Crystallizer

The Pupa’s Big Day features jealous Korvo in the best possible way (this is my personally favorite episode in the series by the way)

I don’t want to ruin the episodes for you but Terry is buddy buddy with a new character and it drives Korvo crazy. In the end the episode ends with with this line:

Tervo for the soul

The Cubic Lattice Crystallizer starts well with this:

After the fam goes on vacation and a few shenanigans happens until Terry and Korvo end up a museum of betrayals which features an animatronic of Korvo getting banged by Chris the red goobler

This sets off Terry who shows quite a bit a jealousy from the situation I’m not going to show it cause of tumblr’s nsfw rules but the animatronic says something along the lines

“I’m coming harder than I do with Terry”

The final scene I want to talk about come from the season finale The Fog of Pupa. Ms. Frankie reveals the cunnilingus Korvo gave her in the s2 finale and Terry give him this look:

It’s just screams Terry’s pissed at Korvo for this but why would he be if they weren’t in a relationship??

Outside that we have the Halloween special where it’s revealed Korvo gave Terry bj coupons for Valentines Day

Cute

Also found this excerpt article with Mike McMahan (here’s a link for the entire article)

In the s4 preview (youtube link) Terry pretty much is the sole reason Korvo is British now because it made him horny, he also calls Korvo sweetie in the clip.

We also have a Valentines episode to look forward too which a lot of people are speculating a tervo wedding as “something big” is suppose to happen to two characters hmmm…..

So are they in a relationship? I like to think so but I’m also autistic and a little insane and I eat up all the scraps they give me. Maybe I’m delusional but i feel there’s a ton of evidence here. If you think this is just queerbait material I understand but I think it’s pretty clear they’re in love with each other. Either way I can't wait for s4 and more tervo content for me to tear into and analyze the death.

Anyway thanks for sticking with me here and I hope this answered your question!

[dominimoonbeam]

Totally Normal Meet Cute Script - Part 3

The final part to this absolutely normal meet cute story!

warning: it's not a normal meet cute... it's a slasher. you're in a slasher. good luck!

Performed by Jouska over on his youtube and his patreon!

Part 3 - It Always Ends at a Party

I absolutely agree, a house party is a bad idea.

But if we were going to go, we should go together, right? Safety in numbers.

Really, what would be safer, glasses, being the only two people staying home or being in a frat house packed to the rafters with other people?

[laughs] Okay, safe from a serial killer, obviously. Not safe from…everything else that can go wrong.

It’s not a fire hazard. It’s just a party!

I’m not saying that we should definitely go, I’m just saying that maybe we should think about going. It would be fun, and the last couple months have been… intense.

It’s not until next week anyway. You can think about it. Here, I’ll tack the flyer up on your corkboard right between this incredibly detailed list of goals for the year and… Is this an expired coupon for soft serve? Why do you still have this?

[laughs] You’re lactose intolerant!

I’m tossing the coupon.

What else do you have up here… I’m seeing a lot of sticky note reminders and take out menus…

I still have a half hour before my class starts. That’s plenty of time to get across campus.

It is for me… You should really reconsider coming out running with me in the morning. We can do a light jog! We’ll take it at your pace, just around the campus and back. You’ll love it, glasses. Okay, that’s a lie, you’re going to hate it, but I will let you complain the whole way and after we get back, you’re going to realize how much more awake you feel. It’ll change your whole day!

Really? [surprised] You’ll really give it a try?

Wait, are you agreeing to go running so you can turn down the party?

[laughs] I would take that deal, yeah… I’d much rather have you to myself in the morning than share you with a bunch of people at a loud party.

I’m not trying to charm you into anything!

That’s just flirting, glasses. I’m flirting with you.

[pause]

Wait… Did you not realize I’ve been flirting with you? Oh, glasses… Come on!

No, this isn’t a joke!

I’ve been sleeping in your bed for the last four nights!

[laughs] Extenuating circumstances?

Uh-huh… and what about when our study session turned into a make out session yesterday?

Are you blushing? Now? You weren’t blushing when you kissed me!

If we’re not dating, then we’re at least more than friends.

No? So, this is how all your friendships look?

I don’t know why you’re cramming all your books into that bag like you’re about to leave. This is your room and you just got back. I know your schedule, glasses. You have no more classes today. You even changed into your comfy clothes. Which you did right here in the room with me, by the way. I saw everything.

[laughs] Oh god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this red before…

So, you can kiss me, and sit in my lap, and snuggle up against me at night, so long as we never talk about it? Is that what’s going on here?

[closer, smiling] Am I like… your secret boyfriend? You know, I’d make great arm candy if you want to parade me around some. Like to, say, a party full of our peers?

[laughs] Okay! I’ll drop it for now. You can think about it. [kiss] I’m going to class. I’ll pick up dinner on my way back and then we can talk some more about how we’re definitely not a couple…

-

Glasses, why is my stuff in the hall? Are you throwing me out? I can’t tell because you folded everything so neatly…

Oh shit, you’re actually angry. Why?

Which dead girl?

What are you—

Oh.

Yeah… I mean, I met Casey a few times, but I didn’t know her.

What? Who have you been talking to?

I’m not lying to you! I… I slept with her a couple times freshman year. We were at some of the same parties and had some friends in common.

No, she was just using me to try to make one of my friends jealous. And that was fine because it’s not like I was hurt. We barely knew each other.

Why does it matter what friend?

[laughs unhappily] You don’t think I have friends?

Come on, glasses…

No, I stopped hanging out with them.

[raises voice] Because they were assholes! Because they made me feel like an asshole!

[pause]

[sighs] I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell.

Nothing happened. I just… I didn’t like myself or my life, and realizing that was rough. I bailed on everything I could. On clubs and on friends. I just, bailed, and no one fucking noticed.

[to himself] No one noticed. That’s the kind of friends I had.

Are…Are you seriously asking me that? I’m not using you. I was trying to get my life the way I wanted it and I just…I always had a crush on you and I decided to get to know you better.

Bullshit? Are you kidding? I’m telling you—

Just because you can’t see how amazing you are, doesn’t mean that I don’t! You care a lot about everything you do and everyone in your life.

No! I’m not trying to get you to fall for me just to make myself feel better. I can’t believe you’re—

[pause]

[confused] The guy from my building?

Okay, yeah, I did say I didn’t know him… I didn’t want to talk about it! So what if I did? I told you, I hadn’t talked to any of my old friends more than a few words for the last year. I never really knew them—

I didn’t know the couple! What the fuck are you even driving at?

You… [realization] Glasses, do you think I’m the killer?

Logical? No, it’s not! I was with you when we found those bodies! Do you think I’m some sort of deranged mastermind? You think I set it up like that? Why? To scare you into my arms? Oh my god, of course! And then I killed the guy in my building, somehow knowing that my dorm would be closed and I’d get to come knock on your door? If I’m this fucking brilliant, then why would I need you to be my partner for the final? Clearly, I’m a genius.

What?

[quieter] You don’t really think that. You’re upset about Casey and scared about the murders so you’re spinning out. No. No, if you thought I was planning to murder you, you wouldn’t fucking dump my shit outside and wait for me to come back to argue with you about it. You would have called the cops. Did you call the cops, glasses? No. Because you know I wouldn’t hurt you, or anyone else.

So what if I knew them? You probably would have too if you went to a party or joined a club, or just fucking looked up from your books!

No, of course I didn’t just make friends with you for the final project. You… You looked lonely. You looked lonely the way I felt lonely. And the more we talked, the more I liked you. That’s all. There’s nothing shady or murderous about it.

[pause]

[sad/tired sigh, annoyed] My building is open again, so I’ll move my stuff back to my room.

Fine, glasses. Have it your way. I’ll see you around.

-

[house party sounds, muffled music and background voices]

[surprised] Glasses? What are you doing here?

My roommate told you— You mean, you came to see me?

It’s been a few days… I didn’t think you wanted to talk.

[sighs] No, I’m sorry. I should have told you the whole truth, but I didn’t have anything to do with it. I barely knew them.

Glasses… Look at me. [softer] Look at me.

You know me. I would never hurt you. You know that, right?

You… [smiles] Yeah, I’d love to be your partner for the final.

Wait, did you come by yourself?

You shouldn’t have done that. The campus has a whole buddy system rule in place. [mock gasp] I can’t believe you broke a rule!

[smiling] So, you were counting on someone walking you home? I can definitely do that. You want a drink while we’re here?

Yeah, take mine. I’ll grab another. Do you want to meet some people? Or do you want to go hide in a corner and make out?

Yes, that’s exactly what happens at a party, glasses. Later we summon a demon with a Ouija board, but first we’re going to play spin the bottle and kiss some strangers… [laughs] I’m joking! About the Ouija board and the bottle. We’re still kissing strangers.

Ow! No hitting, we just made up!

Okay, stay put, I’ll be right back.

[party sounds]

[other voice, muffle from distance] What the hell is that?

[power going off, music cutting off, other voices rising in panic] Who did that? Turn the lights back on! It’s not funny! Someone—

[a scream, foot falls as everyone starts running]

Glasses!

Is that you? Oh, thank god. No, no, I don’t think that’s a prank…

[another muffled scream]

Come on!

Don’t let go of my hand. I think there was a closet over here…

[horror sounds (I’m so sorry audio creator)]

[opening the closet door and then closing it, muffling the sounds even more]

Shhh… It’s okay.

[breathing, sharp inhale]

[heavy footsteps walking slowly by outside, floorboards creaking, standing there, killer breathing hard in his mask, dramatic pause, walking away]

[exhale, still whispering] I think he left. It’s okay. We’re okay. We’ll just wait here until the police show up.

[nervous whisper laugh] I guess I did manage to get you in a closet even without spinning the bottle…

Did you see him through the crack in the door? Yeah. Yeah, he was huge. And that mask? What the fuck was that about? Did you recognize him?

I don’t know, glasses. I feel like if we knew a guy that size, we could recognize his build even with the mask on. There can’t be that many of them lumbering around campus…

What? No, I don’t smell anything… Oh shit.

Yeah, that’s smoke…

[muffled fire sounds]

[coughing] I don’t know. He could have started it, or it could just be a candle that got knocked over… Either way we need to get out of here.

We can’t just sit here and burn. Even if he’s waiting, we have to make a run for it.

Here. [keys jangling] Hang onto these. We’re going to bolt for my car. I parked along the woods, near the footpath.

You’re holding the keys in case… In case you get there first, glasses. Unlock the car, get in, lock it, and drive.

[laughed a little] I know you don’t have your license, but I know you can do it.

If a cop materializes just to arrest you, then at least you’ll be safe, right?

Right.

[coughing, fire crackling] No, if you get to the car first, don’t wait for me. I’m faster than you. If I’m not with you… Just don’t wait for me, okay? I’ll be there or I’ll find another way. He’s probably moved on by now anyway.

You can do this. You are the smartest, strongest person that I know. Just run and don’t look back.

Okay…

Three.

Two.

One.

[throwing open the door and running, fire sounds, footfalls, another door, muffled fire and the sound of the night] Go. Gogogo!

Keep going! I’m right behind you!

[running, gravel]

You see the car?

Yeah, just—

[reaching the car, fumbling the keys and opening the door]

[stops, silence]

[night sounds, muffled fire sounds, far away sirens, his pained groan somewhere close by]

[popping the trunk, gravel steps, pulling something metal from the trunk]

[speaker panting, fighting with the slasher]

[injured, surprised] Glasses? What are you—

No! Don’t come back. Just run!

[thwap as glasses hits the slasher]

Oh shit. Hell yes, hit him again!

[another thwap and someone thudding down]

[speaker panting, struggling to his feet, sirens getting closer]

You came back for me…

[coughing laugh] I think this is a little above and beyond for study buddies, glasses.

I got stabbed in the side trying to save you and you came back and fought a serial killer with my baseball bat, I think you can admit we’re more than just partners for the final.

[fire sounds. sirens]

Does this mean I get to move back into your dorm room?

[smiling] Yes, you can keep the bat.

[pained laughs] And you were right about the party being a bad idea… and a fire hazard.

[fire crackling, house falling apart sounds, cop cars skidding to a stop on the gravel]

Oh shit… Glasses… Where did he go?

He was right there. I didn’t even hear him get up.

Yeah, let’s get out of here. I think I might need that ambulance.

[think Halloween theme song fade out]

-

- Authors Note: I imagined this story as a meet cute going on in the background of a college campus slasher flick. In my head, the killer is primarily terrorizing someone else on campus and if it were a movie, Glasses and Dash would be background characters. When the killer vanishes at the end, he's probably loping off through the woods after his final girl to have that last battle before the credits roll.

And do I feel like an asshole for leaving instructions like "horror sounds" and "think Halloween theme song fade out"? Yes. I do.

Does Jouska somehow make that magic happen anyway? Yes, he does!

Will I learn to stop doing it? ...No.

[zalrb]

valentine’s day {elena/stefan/katherine fic pt. 2}

Link to Pt. 1: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/707929608286240768/toxic-elenastefankatherine-fic

[The ending is purposefully abrupt]

“This is probably the best Galentine’s Day I’ve put together,” said Caroline, laughing, taking a sip of her mimosa.

She, Bonnie and Elena were sitting outside a cafe, enjoying brunch, balloons tied to their chairs and table.

Bonnie laughed. “Caroline, you know you didn’t come up with Galentine’s Day, you saw it on Parks and Rec like everybody else who celebrates it.”

“But I perfected it,” said Caroline seriously. “They did breakfast yesterday. Why should we not celebrate our friendship on the actual day? The boys can have the evening but brunch is for us, Valentine’s Day or not.”

“Well, you don’t know when Valentine’s Day starts for some people, what if there was breakfast sex?”

Caroline looked at Elena. “Did our Galentine’s Day brunch interfere with breakfast sex, Elena?”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows. “What? No--”

“I was talking about me,” said Bonnie.

Elena mimed vomiting the same time Caroline cheered. Elena hit Bonnie playfully on the arm.

“That’s my brother, Bonnie.”

Bonnie shrugged. “He provides a very good service.”

“Ugh,” said Elena.

“You know what, you were a little late to brunch,” said Caroline.

Bonnie fluffed her hair and gave a knowing smile. “Yeah, well....” 

Elena shuddered. “Please stop.”

Caroline giggled and clinked champagne glasses with Bonnie.

“Honestly, Elena, I’m surprised that wasn’t on the menu for you today,” said Caroline. “Doesn’t Damon still do--” she paused, gagging, “-- sex coupons?”

“Well, yeah...”

And he did indeed try to get her to cash one in that morning but Elena had been too preoccupied to indulge him, thinking of all the possible ways Stefan could’ve been spending Valentine’s Day morning with her evil, seemingly impossible to kill or get rid of, doppelganger.

“But that’s not all he does, you know,  he can be romantic,” said Elena.      

Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Sure,” said Elena, nodding. “He does stuff, movie stuff, like... a violinist playing for us at a secluded dinner or a midnight picnic on the clock tower.”

“Oh, OK that sounds sweet,” Bonnie offered, looking at Caroline who shrugged lazily in concession.

“Sure,” said Caroline. “So then what’s been your best Valentine’s Day? Clock tower?”

Elena didn’t say anything but glanced at Bonnie who nodded in understanding.

“Oh,” she said.

Caroline looked from Bonnie to Elena and back again. “What do you mean ‘oh’?”

“So, Bon,” said Elena. “What else are you going to do today besides taking my brother’s innocence?”

“We’re going to have a really nice candlelit dinner later on tonight. He’s going to cook and I’m going to provide the candles.”

“Sweet,” said Elena.

“No, no, back up. What’s ‘oh’?” said Caroline. “I don’t know your best Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s nothing,” said Elena.

“Obviously it’s not nothing. I thought we were past this whole you two leaving me out of stuff thing. Why aren’t you telling me?”

Bonnie reached over and took Caroline’s hand in hers. “Because you would be insane with jealousy. I was even jealous.”

“How petty do you think I am?” said Caroline. “I am your best friend, Elena, if you had a fairytale Valentine’s Day experience, I should know about it, it’s my right.”

Elena shot Bonnie an exasperated but amused look and Bonnie just grinned, shrugging in response.

“Fine, fine,” said Elena. “It was with...” She could barely say his name, not after the last time they talked -- a conversation that had shattered her. “It was with Stefan,” she managed to say. “When he took me to New York.”

“Wait a minute, you told me about this,” said Caroline. “He took you for a night on the town.”

“Yeah, but not exactly how I described.”

 *

It had been a two-day affair. Stefan hadn’t flown to New York with her but had a car waiting for her at the airport. A key was already waiting for her at the hotel and when she checked into the suite, in the middle of the room, there was a ballgown draped on a mannequin: blush pink, a fitted bodice, a ruched, off-the-shoulder neckline with taffeta and tulle --- the real deal. Before Elena had the chance to do more than marvel at the sheer drama of the dress, there was a knock on the door. She smiled and rushed to open it, only to see ---

“Jenna?” Not who she was expecting. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“Well,” she said, making her way into the suite. “My dating life is so pathetic that I have nothing better to do on Valentine’s Day than act as my niece’s chaperone.”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows. “Chaperone?”

“At Stefan’s request,” she said, looking around the suite, nodding her head appreciatively at the fresh flowers, the lacquered doors, the chandelier.

Elena shook her head slightly. “I am so lost.”

Jenna smiled, reached into her purse and then took out an envelope, handing it to Elena. She opened it.

“A ball?” Elena exclaimed, reading the invitation. “He’s taking me to a ball? Stefan?”

“A themed ball,” Jenna confirmed.

“Like a Valentine’s Day ball?” That sounded even less like him.

“Like a Victorian-esque ball with all of the outfits and the etiquette, hence the chaperone,” said Jenna, gesturing to herself. “Though I will not be a chaperone for the entire night, once you two find each other, I will be firmly hands off.”

Elena could barely speak. Once, she’d asked Stefan if he would enter a dance competition or get staked repeatedly for an hour and it took him a minute to answer.

“OK. So, then, what are you planning to do?”

“Well obviously, I’ll be having a few dances of my own and will land a baron before the night is over.”

Elena nodded. “Of course.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my own room, not on this floor, that would be awkward, but speaking of rooms...” Jenna gestured around. “How can he afford this and my suite?”

“Uh... You know the Salvatores. Founding Family money,” she said.

“If this is Founding Family money, I have no idea what we have. I don’t even think the Lockwoods could swing this,” said Jenna. “Either way, This hotel, this suite, this dress? That boy loves you.”

He did. This was massive and extravagant, so unlike him, but the intimacy of the night, the way it was catered to her, well, that had him all over it.

From time to time, she’d asked Stefan what life was like in certain decades, marveling at the sheer number of years he’d been on the earth, the things he was alive for, the inventions he’d experienced when they were first made, and a few months ago when watching Pride and Prejudice during a girls’ night with Bonnie and Caroline, she texted Stefan about balls. She’d asked him if they’d been similar to the ones in England, if he could remember ones before the one he went to with Katherine. She told him she’d wished she could’ve gone to one with him, a real one, but didn’t think he remembered their conversation.

“So, he’s meeting us there?”

“I guess so,” said Jenna. “With you being unmarried and all, it’d be improper if he went with you.”

Elena bit her lip, excited.

 *

 It had taken forever to get ready. Jenna curled and pinned and braided and coiffed Elena’s hair, and then the two of them helped each other with the corsets and the hoops and the layers of petticoats.

When it was time to leave, they pretended not to hear the gasps or see the expressions of amazed confusion as they glided through the hall to the ride waiting for them out front. 

The car had taken them to a massive Georgian manor covered in ivy where Elena and Jenna joined a line of other bedecked ladies, invitation in hand. Once inside, they exchanged their invitations for another piece of paper before being directed to another room.

“Oh, I think this is a dance card for you,” said Jenna.

“A dance card?” 

“Yeah, see? When a suitor asks you to dance and you agree, they put down their name next to the name of the dance. No impulsivity in that era,” said Jenna to herself.

Elena giggled and tried to see if she could spot Stefan before following Jenna and the other women into a cloak room to put away her shawl and coat.  

 *

The ballroom was massive and Elena looked around the room, at the sea of black suits, trying to spot that familiar face. The moment she started getting anxious, she saw him, coming toward her. Jenna made an approving noise.

“Your boyfriend cleans up nice.”

Elena couldn’t respond, she was too busy taking him in, and wondered if she was actually, literally going to swoon. She could never resist Stefan in a suit

but broad-shouldered and all sharp, defined lines in full dress, with a hint of smoulder in his stare, Elena felt a giddy weakness that dizzied her and could overcome her at any moment, making her buckle and collapse. She was sure the only reason she managed to stay upright was because she didn’t want to miss him even for a second. 

“And who is he bringing with him?” said Jenna, intrigued.

Elena had been so focused on Stefan, she didn’t realize that there was another man accompanying him --- a date for Jenna. She smiled to herself -- he’d thought of everything. 

Stefan stood a few feet away from her, bowed, motioning with his hand and looking up at her, his expression a combination of mischief and total commitment and asked, “Will you favor me with your hand for this or the next dance?”

Elena bit on the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too widely but knew it was probably a losing battle and that she most likely looked like a grinning dork. Stefan remained slightly bent and Elena realized he would stay that way until she gave an answer. 

“With pleasure,” she said finally.

He then held out his hand for her card and then wrote his name at the top.

“Just one dance?” she asked.

He wrote his name again.

“There’s only one name I want to see on that card,” she said.

Stefan grinned and filled up the card. He bent his arm and she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. As they approached the dance floor, she clutched nervously onto his arm. “I don’t know how to waltz, like actually waltz.”

He whispered back, his voice in her ear. “Follow my lead.”

Chills erupted all over her body.

A trumpet sounded, signalling to the guests that it was time to get ready. The band played and they danced among dozens of other pairs, spinning and gliding on the floor.

During their third dance, Elena could feel that they were being watched, that others wanted a chance with her, yes, but mostly women wanted a chance with him, ensnared by the poise and the elegance, yet Stefan never took his eyes off her. 

She was held captive to his green eyes, he seduced her with his gaze, with the way every so often, his fingers would gently caress hers, the way their noses would brush or his hand would gently squeeze the small of her back;

little touches, focused gazes, intermittent whispers of how beautiful she looked that spurred in her a desire for him that was becoming increasingly unbearable with each passing moment.

She was torn: she wanted to stay there, in his arms, all night, and she also wanted to waste the night away, still in his arms, but naked.

“Stefan, this is amazing,” she said. “This is,” she laughed. “But it’s — I can’t — this must’ve cost — this is so much.”

He shook his head and didn’t speak right away. “We were meant to meet when we did and I would have it no other way, but now that I’m with you, now that I know what that’s like, a part of me does wish that I’d met you then, in this decade, that I’d spent every decade of my life with you and this is just … I don’t know, one way to do that.”

Elena breathed out — she knew which want she’d give into.

“I need to talk to you,” she whispered.

He looked at her, a hint of concern in his eyes, before he nodded and they left the dance floor.

When they walked out of the ballroom into a hallway, she turned and kissed him with such zeal he was flattened against the wall. A quick noise of surprise sounded from his throat and then transformed into a moan when he deepened the embrace

his hand on her neck, sliding up beneath her chin, she gripped his wrist, burying herself in him, drowning in him and then --- air.  

They pulled away. He exhaled deeply, blinking rapidly, stunned and sagging a bit against the wall. Elena felt slightly drunk, her head was swimming, her skin flushed, and a deep, low ache throbbed incessantly.

He asked if she wanted to stay, suggested that they go back to the suite, and through the pleasant buzz that had taken over her mind, she felt herself shake her head frantically. He didn’t understand her urgency, she needed him now.

Before she knew what she was doing, she took his hand, and as she started to walk, she turned back to look at him, her eyes purposeful and clouded with a roaring lust but felt her chest flutter when he returned her gaze with a primal focus that told her he felt what she felt. 

She was suddenly dazed and could barely feel her feet as she walked. Still, she led him through the corridor like she knew every inch of this mansion she’d never once set foot in and the first room she looked in — a study with a chaise, a desk, and built-in bookcases for walls — was empty.

Elena led Stefan inside and he pulled her toward him, turning so that her back was against a bookcase next to the door, his mouth on her, all over her, making her sigh and moan. He was kissing her neck, grazing his lips across her shoulder, her collarbone, she put her hand on the back of his head, ruffling his hair, guiding him to her cleavage, gasping and laughing when he tenderly bit her and tried to pull down her sleeves so he could access more of her skin.

She brought him back up to her and kissed him again, moaning in his mouth,

as he pressed her to him, moving her slightly away from the bookcase so he could start unlacing her gown, his fingers moving rapidly as she nipped the bottom of his ear with her teeth, kissed along his jaw, sucking on the underside of his chin. Elena started to tremble and shake with impatience — God, how many laces were there? — her body quivering in frustration, as she whined softly with the need to have him, she was on the verge of having a tantrum.

When the gown pooled at her waist, Stefan flipped Elena around, pressing her front against the bookcase to loosen her corset. He started undoing those laces as he kissed the nape of her neck, his lips whispers on the skin of her back and Elena grabbed onto a book as she arched. He slipped one hand to the front, cupping her breast and she reached behind her, trying to touch him, just some part of him. The corset fell away. Now he ---

Elena couldn’t take it anymore and turned back around, kissing him, biting and sucking his lower lip, quickly loosening his tie, helping undo the buttons of his pants, as she guided him over to the chaise.

She pushed him onto it and he stared up at her as he started lifting her layers, and she helped him, her hands hastily bunching up the fabric so she could sit astride him.

The hoop skirt made it awkward but she was past the point of return. She reached down to take a hold of his readiness, eliciting an appreciative groan from him that compelled her to kiss him as she guided him into her, the contact making her moan.

 She held onto the shelves above them, her fingers digging into the books as they gyrated together, as he angled himself to move deeper in her. Still, there were too many obstacles, too many things keeping her from having him as deeply and fully as she wanted to, she was greedy, she wanted him all, wanted him bare, and this tryst only served to whet her appetite, she ----

Caroline cleared her throat, blinking at her and Elena pulled herself out of her memory, realizing that she’d lost herself in describing just how hot the whole thing was.

For a few seconds, no one spoke.

“So, you’re telling me,” said Caroline, “that Stefan wasted no expense and swept you away to New York, took you to an actual ball where you had crazy hot library sex a la Atonement, which, by the way, is probably one of the most romantic movies of all time ---”

“Well, not exactly like Atonement, it wasn’t actually against the bookcase ---”

“ --- and then you went back to a suite where you had more crazy, hot sex and then you had a post-Valentine’s Day New York trip, which is what you told me happened on actual Valentine’s Day, but that was a bonus and for Secret Santa I got a snow globe?”

Bonnie pushed her lips to the side in thought. “Well, he wasn’t going to give you crazy hot Atonement sex.”

Caroline looked at her who pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

Elena cleared her throat and kept a straight face. “He just really didn’t know what to get you...”

Caroline shook her head. “That dick.”

*

Damon searched through his closet while speaking on the phone. “Yes, white doves, if they aren’t white, they’re just pigeons. Why would I want a bunch of pigeons released when my girl walks onto the terrace?”

           He picked out the suit he was going to wear to the dinner that night. “Great, bye.” He hung up. “Idiots,” he muttered.

           He tossed the suit and the phone on his bed and walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. After taking a sip, he sighed. “So, you and Stefan are doing overnights now, huh?”

           Katherine stood in the doorway, her arms crossed. “Does it bother you that the only reason why you know it’s me is because you know exactly where Elena is so it’s virtually impossible for you to be confused?”

           “She’d also never dress like such a slut.”

           “Oh, how proud she must be to date such a feminist.”

           Damon shrugged. “I went to a march once in the ’60s. Kind of a drag.”

           “Charming,” said Katherine. “Seriously, though, I heard you on the phone, you’re going all out tonight, the doves, the private chef.” Katherine walked farther into the room. “Makes a girl wonder.”

           Damon rolled his eyes and put the glass on his desk. “About what?”

“What it would be like, if you were making those plans for me.”

Damon laughed without humour. “OK.”

“Don’t be so dismissive. I remember what it’s like to be doted on by you, to be worshiped by you. My life hasn’t been the same without it.”

“Well unfortunately, that train has left the station. I hate you now, it’s kind of my thing.”

“You only hate me because I hurt you.”

“I got over that a long time ago, sister.”

Katherine smiled, shaking her head. “Damon, you spent 145 years loving me, that doesn’t just go away simply because you’re dating my carbon copy.”

Damon scoffed. “You sound jealous.”

           Katherine shrugged. “Maybe I am.”

           He raised his eyebrows. “Words I never thought I’d hear Katherine Pierce say. Jealous of Elena Gilbert.”

           “Of Elena? No,” said Katherine, “Of you and Elena … maybe.”  

           Damon looked at her, visibly trying to piece together the angle she was working. “Why would you be jealous of me and Elena?”

           Katherine was in front of him now, her eyes searching his, her eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

“So if I came to you now, after all of these years, after everything I’ve done.” She inched closer to Damon and put her hands on his shoulders. “And I told you I was wrong about all of it, that every time I’ve lied to you...” She put her hands on either side of his face, “Every time I’ve hurt you, abandoned you, that I’ve regretted it, I just wouldn’t let myself feel it. If I told you that, you wouldn’t care?”

            Damon gulped but said nothing.  Katherine started brushing away his hair.

“And what if I told you...” She caressed the outline of his face with her finger, “that I made the wrong choice.”

She could see his eyes flash slightly, “that I’ve been chasing the wrong Salvatore, that it should’ve been you all along, that I wasted all this time on the lesser brother, when it’s so clearly you...” Damon exhaled slightly. “You wouldn’t care?”

Damon watched as Katherine slowly inched toward him. She was lying, he knew she was lying, she had to be lying … right? He didn’t move ---

In an instant, he was thrown to the ground, Stefan on top of him, gripping his shirt.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

Stefan grabbed Damon and moved again, slamming him against the wall, making the wood crack.

“Get off of me!” Damon wrenched away from Stefan.

“Elena doesn’t deserve this, Damon!”

Damon pushed him away. “NOTHING HAPPENED.”

Katherine hopped up on Damon’s desk, crossing her legs. She smiled and started to finish his drink.

           “Katherine’s back for five minutes and she’s already in your head?”

           “Spare me the sanctimonious speech, Stefan, you’re the one screwing her!”

           “I don’t have anything to lose,” said Stefan. “You have Elena! What the hell is the matter with you?”

           “I said nothing happened!”

           “What was about to happen?”

           “Nothing! She’s a liar, I saw right through her!”

           Stefan’s eyes hardened and Damon made up his face, indignant.

“Don’t ripper out me, nothing fucking happened!”

           Stefan shook his head. “Get out of here.”

           “It’s my room,” said Damon.

           “Go find Elena! It’s Valentine’s Day! Don’t you have pigeons to look after?”

           “DOVES.” Damon grabbed his suit and phone off the bed and headed to the door. “Don’t fuck up my room,” he muttered.

           When Stefan faced Katherine, she was still on Damon’s desk, smirking and a rush of hatred surged through Stefan. The thought of her causing Elena anymore pain, of her twisting Damon up to do it, fueled his harsh desire to want her gone, want her dead; he hated her for her ability to mess everything up, to mess the people that he loved up. And then there was that twinge, that annoyingly persistent spasm of jealousy that had been part of the reason he threw Damon to the ground, that was now igniting another, smaller desire, to possess her without a second thought and he hated himself for that part even existing. So, all he could do was pace.

“Tell me,” she said. “When you saw us together just then, who was it that you wanted to kill, me or him?”

Stefan’s anger made him speak low and slowly, the pretense of calmness. “This is so predictable, Katherine, the minute you get bored, you stir shit up for your amusement? You don’t have any new tricks?”

“Why, when my old ones serve me so well?”

“Really because it didn’t work this time, did it? Because this isn’t 1864, you don’t have the two of us on leashes.”

“You on a leash?” Katherine shivered and let out a small squeal of delight. “Don’t tempt me, Stefan.”

           Stefan opened and closed his hands in an effort to contain his emotions. “If you were ever going to take anything seriously in your life let it be this, if you try to get into Damon’s head and do anything to hurt Elena, I will send you back to hell!”

Katherine threw the glass she was holding against the wall and Stefan flinched in surprise more than anything else. The mischievousness and playfulness in her expression replaced with rage.

“Elena, Elena, Elena your one-track mind, that’s what starting to get boring, Stefan.” She jumped off the desk and strode up to him, speaking furiosuly. “And you don’t want to see the kind of amusement I’ll drum up for myself when I’m actually bored.”

“What are you doing, trying to threaten me into loving you? Can’t compel me anymore so you resort to extortion? Fuck you!”

            “No, fuck you, Stefan! All this vile coming out of your mouth is just because we both know here is where you want to be and it’s about time you accepted it!”

Stefan shook his head. This was sick. She was sick. He was sick. “Not anymore because I’m done.” He pointed at her. “I’m fucking done with you!” He turned to leave and then ducked, missing a lamp that was thrown.

“I’m not done!” Katherine yelled.  

He whirled around, eyes blazing with rage. “TOO BAD.”

“If I’m not done, you’re not done either!”

Stefan put his hand to his forehead. He was going out of his mind. “Katherine. You can’t hold me hostage!”

“You still feel it between us and you and I both know the lengths I’ll go to to prove that to you. Damon is collateral damage and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about Elena but I will wrap him around my finger and use him whichever way I please, how many times I want, wherever I like because I know it will drive you crazy!”

[hils79]

Hils Watches Goblin - Ep 8

Wow I can't believe I'm halfway through already. I did say I would watch it faster once I was on vacation

Aww she thinks he knocked her away from the sword because he was in pain, not because he's decided he wants to live

I know the answer is probably 'because the sets are really cold' but why does everyone sleep fully clothed in these dramas. You see characters wake up in the morning and they're wearing a hoodie and sweatpants in bed. Maybe I just can't relate because I get really hot when I'm in bed

Yes, please bridal carry him to bed

Okay, that's twice now that the grim reaper has looked at the painting of the woman from Kim Shin's past and it's then cut to Sunny. And he cried the first time he met her and when he looked at the painting. Is the the reincarnation of the woman from the painting? I have no idea what that makes the grim reaper then since he can't remember his past life

Okay, the woman in the painting was Kim Shin's sister. I still have no idea why the grim reaper cried when he saw her. Maybe his past life he was in love with her?

Oh my god I didn't even think of that

I mean that is something siblings would do...

Oh shit what did he do??? Something involving Kim Shin's sister?

Yes, I'm sure a Subway sandwich is just what the man who was about to take his own life needs to feel better

Oh it was so he could give it to his daughter who ran away to come and visit him. I retract my previous sarcasm

Aww she's jealous of herself because she thinks his first love was someone from his past

Well, I guess he just found out that Sunny is Eun Tak's boss

Oh my god he keeps going back and buying chicken even though he's a vegetarian

Kim Shin is jealous because cute baseball boy keep going to the chicken restaurant, Grim Reaper is jealous because he think Eun Tak has been giving cute baseball boy chicken coupons while he's been paying full price each time. They are all so ridiculous I love them

The vision of the accident shocked me, but I had a proper OH SHIT moment at this many grim reapers just calmly sitting waiting for it to happen

Imagine your life involving coming face to face with 20 grim reapers and your reaction just being 'oh there's my bestie!'. Unless she can't see the others?

Even worse than getting stabbed in the first place?

Oh shit was he the king in his past life? He suddenly got pain when Kim Shin painted the king's name. And that whole massacre was a pretty big crime and would explain why he was crying over Kim Shin's sister!

I've been trying to figure out how she relates to all this. Apparently she's God? Or a god at least.

So if Eun Tak pulls out the sword Kim Shin will die, but if she doesn't pull out the sword she will die. Well shit.

Well, I guess she knows now

[rereadanon]

✨ Ficlet Friday✨

Hello all you lovely humans and back to the extremely erratic and sporadic Ficlet Friday series!

Please consider this my holiday gift to you all, all you amazing creators that have kept me fed and distracted from real life all year- I am so eternally grateful and impressed by the incredible talent in this fandom!

As always, major thanks to @gallawitchxx for the encouragement, friendship, and beta!

Read under the cut or here on AO3!

🎁 xmas surprise 🎁

Ian pushes through the front door to their apartment, Mickey hot on his heels, exhaustion and overstimulation set deep in their bones. They drop the bags of newly opened Christmas gifts by the door and sling their big, winter coats over the dining chairs. They both head for the couch, Mickey dropping down with a heavy sigh and running his hand through his hair.

“Damn man, it feels like it gets crazier every year.” 

Ian gets up to get them some beers from the fridge.

“Yeah,” he says, “Freddie, Franny and the baby get so hyper, it’s crazy," he sits quietly for a beat before adding, "hey, you did a great job with Franny’s gift by the way, you always know exactly what to get her to make Debbie super jealous.” 

“That’s cuz she’s a little badass, like me,” Mickey replies.

“Oh, like you huh? You’re a little badass?”

“You know what I mean, asshole.”

“Yeah, I do.”

They sit in companionable silence for a few minutes, unwinding from the ever-growing Gallagher party insanity. 

“Hey, I got you something,” Ian says. 

Mickey immediately rolls his eyes, “we said no gifts, Red. Knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”

“Yeah, so fuck me, I like shopping for you. Plus, you can pack this in your bag for Hawaii next month, we can have a little extra fun.” He nudges his husband and then reaches under the couch to pull out the box. Black, with a perfect red bow. 

He hands it over and the excitement grows as he watches Mickey open his gift with little hesitation. 

“Whaaaaat the fuck, Gallagher?” Mickey says as he picks up the leather vest Ian purchased him. “Is this real leather?”

“There’s more,” Ian says, ignoring his question. 

Mickey pulls back more tissue to reveal a matching leather jock. 

“Fuck, Ian, you tryin to turn me into a leather daddy, huh?”

“Yeah, something like that Mick,” he says and smiles. He knows his husband well. 

Mickey runs his hand over the stitching of the vest, smiling to himself. 

“I can already see the look on your face when you see me in this, man.”

“Try it on, make sure it fits.” 

Mickey puts it on over his long sleeve henley, and it’s snug just the right amount. A classic bar vest, it is worn open, the edge just where Mickey’s nipples are, so his gorgeous torso will be on full display. Ian can feel the warmth pool in his lap already. 

“Well, just so happens I have something for you too, lover. Thought it might be good for the trip, too”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t get too excited though,” Mickey walks into their bedroom to retrieve his homemade gift, returning with a small booklet, which he hands to Ian. 

On the front, in block letters, Mickey has drawn “IAN’S FUCK COUPONS,” along with two stick figures that are doing it doggie style.

Ian flips through the book, treasuring the small, but meaningful, gesture from his husband. 

“Are these to be used for the trip exclusively or could I cash one in now?” Ian side eyes Mickey when he lands on a specific page - good for one lap dance.

Mickey groans, “Really, Red? Weren’t we just talking about how exhausted we are?”

“That was before I saw you try on the vest!”

Mickey chuckles quietly, proud of the effect he so clearly has on his partner. 

“Alright, gimme a minute, find me some good music,”

Ian quickly pulls out his phone and opens Spotify, while Mickey heads to the bedroom. Not a minute later, Mickey is back, walking toward Ian with sexual confidence exuding from him and lighting Ian on fire. 

“Damn,” is all that escapes from Ian’s mouth. “You’re fucking hot.” 

“Mmm, I know,” Mickey says through a rightfully cocky grin. He stands in front of his fire-haired husband and pointing his K finger, issues a warning.

“If you get drunk and tell Lip about this, I will end you.”

Ian smiles and grabs the sides of the vest, pulling Mickey towards him until he is straddling his lap, and their bodies are flush together.

“Never,” Ian says with his most serious Dom top daddy tone, “this is just for us, baby.”

[countlessrealities]

@technodromes sent:

[ Holiday Prompt to Morty, from Bishop ]

🎄 Bishop visited Morty at Thanksgiving to deliver a self-made cake and had been invited to the Smith household for dinner in turn. The shared meal was a pleasant experience for the most part, even though he had to politely turn down a couple of dishes because of his gluten allergy.

He now wants to return that favor as he sends out multiple gifts with an invitation stuck to the main package. The gifts hold breathers for all of them to breathe in Dimension X' toxic atmosphere and a few little individual gifts.

Morty and Summer would find a one-way portal device in their package that would open a portal to Utrominon instantly, should they ever need it. They also have a 100$ gift card sitting in there for their local mall. And Rick? He would find a VERY tiny bag of crystal dust in his package.

The invitation itself is written very formally, as usual.

[ Dear Morty.

To show my gratitude for your invitation from a few weeks ago, you and your family are cordially invited to visit me in Dimension X. I will guide you through Utrominon during your stay and shall prepare dinner afterward. Unfortunately, I cannot show you the Council, but there is a variety of other locations to visit, that I am certain you and Summer would find appealing as well.

Just send me a date and time that would be fitting for a stay in Dimension X and I will make all the necessary preparations for our meeting. The breathers that I sent to you are all equipped with translators as well and should come in use during your visit, in case Rick and his oxygen pills are not available at that time. The same goes for the portal devices to Utrominon, but note that these can be used only one time.

I sincerely hope that you and your family have a pleasant holiday time. Signed, Bishop.

PS: Rick, the crystal particles are for scientific use only. Make no attempts of consumption while you engage in portal traveling or I will arrest you! ]

Waking up to Bishop's gift basket was a very pleasant surprise for the Smith siblings. Christmas had stopped being too normal since Rick had moved in with them, but compared to the lifestyle they are used to nowadays, the day mostly manages to be boring for them.

Reason why the idea of spending it doing something else, exploring another dimension is definitely exciting for them.

"Boo-yah! This is so rad! No having to sit through Dad's mind-numbing movies this year!" Summer exclaims as soon as Morty is done reading the letter out loud. She lifts her breather, clearly enthusiastic at the prospect of a trip to Dimension X. "I'm gonna take so many pictures! Everyone at school will be, like, super jealous."

Setting the first tool aside, she picks up the portal device instead, turning it in her hand. It's nothing like Rick's portal gun, and she has to admit that she's curious to see how it works. Until now all she has seen have been the Utrom triangular portals, but not how they are made.

"It's such a bummer that your friend is such a goodie two shoes, bro," she adds then with a little huff. "A portal device that can be used only once? Seriously? That's, like, so lame."

Morty lets out a sigh at her sister's comment, but he doesn't bother talking back. Trying to defend Bishop would have been a waste of breath. Besides, he too had hoped that the device would function for multiple trips. Even if it opens portal exclusively to one location, it would have still been better than having to rely on Rick or steal his portal gun to go places.

"C-C'mon, Summer. H-He's got us that coupon too! I-I bet that it covers all the birthday presents y-you'll have to buy next year," he chooses to point out instead, pointedly looking at her. He hasn't missed how quickly she has snatched away her gift card. Probably to prevent Jerry from seeing it. "I-I'll let you use some of mine too, i-if you won't tease him too much today."

The girl only shrugs at that, but he can tell that she has been properly bribed, since she doesn't try to argue. Instead, she busy herself with making a post on her Instagram about their plans for the day.

Rick, however, is a whole other matter and Morty knows that he'll be acting all grumpy to Bishop just by the way he is glaring at the tiny bag of crystals.

"I-Is the bubblegum for real? W-What the fuck am I even supposed to do w-with so little?" He grumbles, but he still pockets the gift. "C-Can hardly make one dose with this shit."

Of course Bishop would still be hang up over their last messy adventure. And then he dares to wonder why he gets called a killjoy. Whatever. He is going to do what he wants with those crystals and he's going to exploit their little trip to the other's version of Dimension X to see if he can find more.

"An-And what the hell is that crap about scientific use only? S-Synthetising drugs is fuckin' science!"

[bathroomcorpse]

late summer parenting abilities RANKED

harriet conrad. mother of the year. anything she has ever done imperfectly is completely overshadowed by the fact that she continues raising davey into a relatively well adjusted man all things considered after the events of late summer. i want to send her spa coupons she deserves it.

unfortunately number 2 is elias conrad like before all that he is actually father of the year who cares if he's an empty shell of a man lying about everything at least he's putting in the effort into his lies. does leaving your wife and child so that you and a deranged artist 10 years younger than you can maybe psychosexually die together overshadow the first ten years of absolutely A+ fathering? maybe. but i never had an A+ father for a second so i'm jealous of davey.

edmund ellings. actually an insane number 3. parenting skills are fucking atrocious in this story huh. i don't think edmund is willing to do the work to fully understand the wrongdoings of his own childhood so i don't think he's emotionally capable of being like. a Good Father. but i don't think he actively hurts his children and i think he tries to give them the best life he can? they're rich so at least they get to live nice? man...

helene ellings. she's below her husband because she's sort of a mommy blogger (mommy instagrammer) and i actually think that's kind of inherently evil. i think she's on the lighter end of the horrible spectrum of mommy content and i do think she tries to be a good mom but like. girl stop posting.

margot ellings. margot will not ever have children but i do think she would do at least marginally better than everyone below her.

beaumont ellings. kind of logan roy coded but without any of brian cox's charm or wit or cleverness. its just first boy must take over so i'll help that happen. everyone else doesn't matter to me.

cecilia ellings. cecilia is a product of her environment blah blah blah but also forcing your daughter who isn't even in double digits to bleach her hair and dress up to prance around on stage IS evil. also complete disdain for and rejection of your second son before he is even a conscious being.....

auggie ellings. would kill a child. on purpose or by accident? i'll never tell.

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

[harryhoney-bee]

I'm making this post to have a masterspot of every fanfiction about love on tour.

If you are writing one just send me the link so I can add it to the list <3

Writers with multiple works:

♡ Writer @rommahh

in honor of Harry’s bald ass pits (Fluff)

the soup better count it’s days (Fluff)

Bucees in texas by @rommahh (Fluff)

Girlfriend in the pit (Fluff)

Y/n has a panic attack during tour and harry sends her home (Angst/fluff)

"A whore?" (Fluff)

Harry asks if y/n is ready to be proposed to (Fluff)

FaceTiming Harry after the show (Fluff)

you surprise Harry before his Chicago show (Fluff)

Adrenaline and pretty lingerie are bound to make for a fun night. (Smut/fluff)

HSLOT Chicago night 2 (Fluff)

So cute boyfriend!h content (Fluff)

"Did you just call me a whore again? (Fluff)

Love On Tour…Actually (Fluff)

Sex after show (Smut)

Jealous!h (Fluff)

Spoiled (Smut)

Fights and coupons (Angst/Smut)

Reader has a panic attack (Fluff)

♡ Writer @harryhoney-bee

Little loved one (Fluff)

Little treat (Smut)

go on, darling (Smut)

Burned tongue (Fluff/ smutish)

Harry talking to y/n while he's performing (Fluff)

Save a horse, ride a cowboy (Smut)

My muse by (Angst/Fluff)

H on the rocks. (Smut)

Dumb Boyfriend (Fluff)

'Gonna be better in the morning (Angst/Fluff)

Lover (smut/fluff)

♡ Writer @finelinevogue

Meet and greet backstage (Fluff)

Jeff and y/n fighting (Angst/fluff)

Y/n entertaining Sarah and Mitch's baby (Fluff)

Post-concert love making? (Smut)

Harry using oxigen after the show duo to the height (Fluff)

Singing fine line to reader (Fluff)

Love on Tour (Fluff and Smut)

Y/n and Harry flirting at the golf course before the Denver concert (Fluff)

Harry's kids making him little necklace (Fluff)

Relaxing with Harry after a show (Fluff)

you and harry facetime because you miss him (Fluff)

♡ Writer @watchmegetobsessed

Pink pants (Smut)

Baby mama (Fluff)

Dogs or cats (Fluff)

TO BE SO LONELY (Smut/fluff)

YOUR BABY (Fluff)

♡ Writer @watermelonlovershigh

You Help Calm Harry's Nervous Belly Before His Concert (Fluff)

Period On Tour (Fluff)

Giving Harry a Pre-Concert Blowjob (Smut)

Caught Masturbating with Harry's Electric Toothbrush (Smut/Fluff)

The Flying Pacifier (Fluff)

♡ Writter @swiftmendeshoran

Love On Tour Philly (Smut)

Shimmery Vest And Sex (Smut)

Bath with sub!h (Smut)

Ex Love on tour (Fluff/angs)

A Little Baby Girl (Smutt)

♡ Writer @muffindaddystyles

Oh my sparkly baby (Smut)

I want your belly (Smut)

Reader gets hurt (Fluff)

Hot sex after show (Smut)

♡ Writer @dontworrysunflower

Taken (Fluff)

Ride, Cowgirl (Smut)

You bring me home (Fluff) |

♡ Writer @adore-laur

silent treatment (Angst)

Shut your mouth (Smut)

filthy (Smut)

♡ Writer @justice4canyonmoon

Suspenders (Version One) (Smut)

Babying Harry (Smut/Fluff)

♡ Writer @satanhalsey

Fear before victory (Angst and Fluff)

Ruined nail polish (Fluff)

♡ Writer @g0ldenkiwi

Feeling better, baby? (Smut)

Kiss them better (Smut)

♡ Writer @jarofstyles

Watermelon Sugar (smut)

Backstage business (Smut)

♡ Writer @meetmymouth

love on tour: wild geese (Angst)

love on tour: the groupie (Smut)

♡ Writer @goldensonlyangel

Pink Suspenders (Smut)

Part 2 ^

Writers with one work/masterlist

HSLOT masterlist by @erodasfishtacos (Fluff, Angst, and Smut)

Love on Tour - series masterlist by @loveontourlove

What happens in Vegas…. By @academiaghosts (Smut)

Yo, bro, what got you smiling like that? By @astranva (Fluff)

Falling in love on tour by @iguessweallcrazyithinktho (Fluff)

Prequel to the Highlighter AU by @sobluesobeautiful (Smut)

Fluff on Tour by @elenagilbert01 (Fluff)

Harry and the Heaven Sent: Vegas by @bfharry (Fluff)

Get so high by @fromthedinintable (Smut)

Blowjob before his first show by @mindofharry (Smut)

Kissies by @sunandherflores (Smut)

Adrenaline by @for-fucks-sake-h (Smut)

Denver: Love on Tour by @thismaydestroyme (Smut)

Chicago Night 1: Love on Tour by @thismaydestroyme (Smut)

Love On Tour / Chicago by @tpwkindness94 (Fluff)

says you by @hollywillows (Fluff)

Ever Since New York by @lollypopsx (angst)

Y/n has an asthma attack by @goldnn-harry (Fluff)

Bunny's Love on Tour, Literally by @misskathcake (Fluff)

He Remembers by @0oolookitsme (Smut)

Swingin’ @blissfulbqrnes (Smut)

Baby Fever @harrysgoldenline (Fluff)

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Jealousy: Barry Allen

UNEDITED

Barry' POV:

     "You are jealous!" Caitlin said following me around the lab. And I repeated ignore and denied it. "You are too! You are jealous of (Y/N)'s partner! It's just like the first time, you saw Iris and that one guy what was his name again?" She said putting her chin in between her pointer and thumb, in thought.

     "His name was Eddie Thawne. And I'm not jealous of her partner. And I'm NOT jealous, end of story." She said putting her hands up in defense. "Okay!" She said with a bit of a laugh, as I began to walk away. "BUT, if you want my advice," "Caitlin." "I think you should just tell her." I sighed and began to tell what I told her a million times before, I'm not going to tell her. She sighed and left me alone.

     As I was over to the monitors, Cisco walks in with Big Belly Burger. I grabbed my food and sat it on a table. "Hey, Cait." Cisco began to whisper into Cailtins ear. "Is he still jealous, you-know-who?" I turned around immediately. "Come on, really?" I said, walking over to them.

     "Really, Cisco?" I said, getting a little agitated. "Oh come on, we wouldn't have been doing this for as long we have if you don't-" "CISCO!" Caitlin said hitting him upside the head. "You've been trying to get me to tell (Y/N)-"

     "Tell me what?" She said walking into the room, with food of her own. "Nothing." I said, glaring at Cisco and Caitlin, before walking out of the lab.

(Y/N)' POV:

     "Whaaat, just happened?" I asked putting my food down gently, not to spill it. They just looked at each other, then at me, then anywhere else, but my eyes. "Guys? What's with Barry?" I said, genuinely concerned. "I have something to do in the lab." Cisco said about to walk out, but I stopped him. "We're already in the lab, Cisco."

     He fake laughed, and coughed a bit. "I meant the other other lab.." I looked at him skeptically. He begins to walk backwards slowly. "GOTTA GO BYE!" He said running out, before him coming back in to grab his food, then proceeds to run out.

     "What is going on, around here Caitlin?" I said turning towards her. "Look, (Y/N). I care about you, you know that, right?" I nodded, folding my arms. "But I can't tell you. I would, but Barry doesn't want us too. Not even Joe or Iris." I scoffed and backed away.

     I was inching closer to her. She looked down, probably feeling guilty. "(Y/N). You know, I want to tell you, but I just can't!" She said, standing her ground. I took a step back. "You're supposed to be my best friend. You're supposed to tell me, if anything is wrong my boyfriend!" "I want too! Believe me! But it's hard when two of your best friends, are telling you two different things, and you have to pick who to listen to! And I'm not going to do that! From now on, I'm not

     I didn't want, my powers to take over, so I just stepped back and thought of happy things. I started to calm down, and I looked up at Caitlin and apologized so many times, before grabbing my stuff and walking out of there. I saw Cisco leaning up against the walls, most likely he heard everything. I didn't care and walked past him.

Barry' POV:

     I walked out, with my hands in my pockets, whilst Caitlin comes up to me. "You tell me to keep another one of your secrets, I will not hold Frost back. You know how hard it was to not tell anyone anything, my BEST FRIEND for crying out loud." I just stood there and remained silent. "Never again, Bartholomew. You hear me?" She said looking at me dead in the eyes. Cisco then walks into the room. "Hey, look! I know, we're like all not on the best terms, as of right now. But I have a coupon for Big Belly Burger, and I was wondering.." Frost begins to show. "Okay, damn! I get it! I'll ask someone else." He said walking into another room.

     "Tell her. Or I will." She said walking out the room as well. And I'm left stand there. I then decide to call, (Y/N).

~Time Skip~

(Y/N)' POV:

     I hear a knock on the door, and I open it. "Hi, Bar." I said, allowing him to come in. "Look, I want to tell you something. And I'm not going to make this any longer then it needs to be." He said and I nodded sitting on my couch. "I'm jealous. I'm jealous, of how much time you spend with him. And I know, I shouldn't be thinking like that, but when you have a girlfriend as pretty as you I just-" I grab him by his shoulders, and give him a shake. "Barry, relax!"

     "It's fine! It's normal to be jealous!" I said, as he sat down next to me. "And besides he's moving away anyway, one of his relatives is sick, and he wants to be there for them." I said, putting a hand on his cheek. "And I get jealous too, Bar. You aren't the only one."

     He looks at me skeptically. "Since when did you get jealous?" I turned my head. "Not telling!" I said, giving Barry a hard time. He rolled his eyes, with a small laugh, knowing how stubborn you and will just wait for you to tell him on your own.

     He wraps an arm around my shoulder. "I love you and I'll try not to get jealous and overprotective of you." I snuggled into him. "Good. Because I have a guy coming over-" "You, what?!" He said, and I just laughed, and he just sat there concerned.

     'Oh, you have no idea, how much I love you Bartholomew Henry Allen.'