#yup. I need to post them as soon as I'm done.

[piracytheorist]

Get you a film that can do both

[atths--twice]

A Bit of Nostalgia

Mulder invites Scully over for an evening free of any discussions of work or worries.

Hello there. It's been a bit since I've posted. Had some personal issues that needed all my attention and my writing took a backseat. Things are turning around and looking better so I'm here to post the next Fictober story. While this is not a birthday story, it is Mulder's month so this story seems fitting to be posted today. 💓🎃

October 1999

Mulder pulled his door open, grinning at Scully. 

“Hello,” she said, her eyebrows knitting together, looking him up and down. 

“Hi.” 

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” 

“Life,” he said with a shrug, stepping aside to let her enter, although she remained in the hallway. 

“Life?” she asked and he nodded, his smile growing. 

“Yes. Tonight I am happy to be living this life.” 

“Okay,” she said with a slight nod. 

“You gonna come in? Or just keep standing there?” 

“Is there a gas leak in your apartment?” she asked and he laughed, shaking his head. 

“Not that I’m aware of,” he said, beckoning her to come inside. 

“I’ll trust you,” she said, stepping across the threshold and then stopping in her tracks, pointing at the table. “What’s that?” 

“Oh, Scully,” he said, nudging her to keep moving so he could shut the door. “You’re an intelligent person. Surely you recognize a pumpkin when you see one.” 

“Or two?” she asked, looking at him. 

“Yes. There are two pumpkins. There are two of us, hence I got two.” 

“For what reason?” 

“Scully, Scully, Scully,” he said, shaking his head and reaching out to take her coat. “It’s October. What do we do with pumpkins in October?” 

“We, Mulder?” she asked, shrugging off her coat and crossing her arms. “We have never done anything with pumpkins.” 

“Exactly,” he said, hanging her coat on his coat rack. “We never have and so it needed to be rectified.” 

“So you bought pumpkins for us to carve?” she asked, looking at him with a half smile. 

“Yup!” he said, clapping and then rubbing his hands together. “I have a stack of newspapers I’ve been meaning to toss out that we can lay out on the table, spoons for scooping, and sharp knives for carving. We’re goin’ full board nostalgic here.” 

“Is that why you invited me over? Did you have this specific activity in mind?” she asked, stepping closer to the table and touching each of the pumpkins. “Because I remember you saying something about dinner and yet all I see are these pumpkins.” 

“Dinner is on the way. I ordered some Chinese food just a few minutes ago when I got home from the store. It should be here soon.” 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve carved a pumpkin,” she mused, glancing at him. 

“For me too. It should be fun.” He grinned as she looked back at the pumpkins. 

“I want this one,” she said, touching the rounder of the two. 

“Whatever you want,” he said, nodding at her. 

“But I want to eat first. No getting sidetracked.” 

“Of course not. I would never expect you to do anything on an empty stomach,” he said and she snorted, turning her head to look at him. 

“You’re so full of shit,” she said. 

“Sheesh. Such language.” 

She rolled her eyes and he smiled, watching as she patted her pumpkin. A knock sounded at the door and he turned around to answer it. 

The pumpkins were moved aside as they ate, and he watched how often her eyes fell on them, most likely imagining how it would look carved. 

When the food had been put away, he covered the table in newspaper while she went to use the bathroom. Two large bowls, different sized spoons, and knives were laid beside the pumpkins along with a couple of kitchen towels. 

“Okay. Let’s do this,” she said, walking back into the room. 

He looked up and froze for a moment, taking in the sight of her. She had changed out of her black sweater and was now wearing one of his gray t-shirts. 

“Well, go ahead and help yourself,” he said, hoping to cover how the sight of her in his clothes made him feel. 

“Thanks. I did,” she said, looking down at his shirt. “Seeing as how I wasn’t informed about the evening’s activities, I needed something different to wear than my sweater. It was expensive and I didn’t want to get pumpkin guts on it. So… I borrowed a shirt. That’s okay, right?” She raised her eyes to his and he had to push aside his myriad of thoughts, keeping his face neutral. 

“Ye… yeah… it’s fine. Not a problem.” 

“Good,” she said, smiling as she stepped past him and stood in front of her pumpkin. He cleared his throat and then picked up a knife, handing it to her. 

“Ready?” 

“I’m always ready to slice and dice,” she said and he laughed with a nod. 

They cut the tops off the pumpkins and began to scoop out the insides. 

“Ugh,” he said, separating the seeds and dropping them into a bowl. “I forgot how this feels.” 

“It’s not as bad as intestines,” she said, doing the same as she shrugged. 

“Come on,” he said, shaking his head and making a face. 

“You started it,” she said, smiling at him as she picked up her spoon, continuing to scoop out her pumpkin. 

When the insides were clean, they sat down to begin carving. He watched her, the concentrated expression on her face causing him to smile. 

Large pieces of pumpkin lay on the table when she set down her knife and looked up at him. 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,” he said. 

“You think yours is better than mine?” 

He glanced at the triangle eyes, the round nose, and large gaping mouth he had cut into his pumpkin, knowing it was quite simplistic. 

“No. Not a chance.” 

“Good. Because mine’s really good.” 

“Let’s see it then. Prove it,” he said, smiling and raising his eyebrows. She smiled back, turning her pumpkin around, and he laughed. 

She had made triangle eyes as well, but had added eyelashes and eyebrows, one of them raised higher than the other. The nose was also triangle and the mouth was shaped into a happy, wide smile. 

“That’s really good. I like the eyelashes.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, looking at the pumpkin. “I thought you’d say the eyebrow.” She looked at him, raising hers to match the expression she had carved and he laughed. 

“Yeah. I like them both.” 

“Let me see yours.” 

He turned his pumpkin around and she shook her head as she smiled. 

“You went traditional. Nostalgic, just like you wanted. I like it.” 

“Thanks. I’m pretty proud of him. His name’s Greg, by the way.”

“Greg. Nice,” she said, laughing through her nose. “I didn’t name mine.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, sitting back with a deep breath and staring at her pumpkin. “I think she looks like a LuEllen.” 

“LuEllen?” she asked with a laugh. 

“Hell yeah. But LuLu for short. She’s definitely a LuLu.” 

“Okay. LuLu it is then.” He nodded, holding her gaze as he smiled. She looked back down at his pumpkin and then at the mess on the table. “Should we clean up this mess and then cook the seeds?” 

“Yeah. That sounds good. Although I don’t know how to do that.” 

“Well,” she said, standing up and beginning to clear up the mess. “It’s lucky you invited me over since I do know how.” 

“Don’t look, Greg. Or you LuLu,” he said, standing up and turning them to face the wall. “We’re about to cook up your insides.” 

“Jesus, Mulder,” she said, shaking her head as she laughed. 

Sitting on the couch a couple of hours later, their feet up on the coffee table, they munched on the seeds from the bowl that sat between them. The only light in the room came from the pumpkins, lit by the two emergency candles he had found in the back of a kitchen drawer, and set on the two round tables across from them. 

“Greg gives off a lot of light,” she said. 

“He can’t really avoid it, with a mouth that large,” he said, grabbing a handful of seeds and putting them in his mouth. She snorted out a laugh and he smiled as he chewed, watching as she brushed absentmindedly at his shirt that she still wore, which continued to give him an internal thrill. 

“I was thinking as I was carving the pumpkin-”

“LuEllen,” he said and she exhaled a laugh. 

“LuEllen,” she agreed with a nod. “Anyway, I was thinking about a story my aunt used to tell us.” 

“Would this, by chance, be your Irish Aunt Olive?” 

“It would,” she said with a smile. 

“Well, this should be good then.” 

“Why?” 

“Ireland? The old country? Nostalgia, Scully. The theme of our evening. Come on now,” he said, picking up a few more seeds. 

“Anyway,” she said again. “She used to tell us about how they carved faces into turnips and potatoes in Ireland.” 

“Turnips? Oh, I’d cut myself for sure if I was carving into a turnip. That’s a given. Wait… is a turnip smaller than a potato?” 

“Depends on the potato, I suppose,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “A potato is softer, of course, but I feel the turnip would be better, as it would last longer once it was cut into. Especially if the reason for the carvings was to keep Stingy Jack away from your home.” 

“Stingy Jack?” 

“You’ve never heard about Stingy Jack?” she asked, looking at him incredulously. 

“Don’t think so,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell me about him.” 

“Well, what I remember is that he was an old, stingy, curmudgeon of a man-”

“Hence his name,” he said. 

“Are you gonna keep interrupting or do you want to hear the story?” 

“Sorry. Please, go ahead,” he said, putting a few more seeds in his mouth and then crossing his arms. 

“Thank you,” she said, shaking her head. “So he was a stingy and rude man who one day helped an old man, who was actually an angel in disguise.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed and she looked at him with narrowed eyes. “What? I didn’t say anything!” 

“Hmm,” she hummed in a mocking tone and he mimed locking his lips, chewing silently on the pumpkin seeds. “So, as I was saying, the angel revealed themself to Jack and granted him three wishes for his kindness. But, seeing as how he was truly a stingy and unkind person, he used the wishes to bring punishment to others and as a result, the angel didn't let him enter Heaven.” 

He looked at her and put his fingers to his lips, beginning to unzip them, when she put a hand up. 

“I’m not done yet, just hold on.” 

He nodded, re-zipping his lips and she smiled.  

“He wasn’t allowed into Heaven, but nor was he allowed into Hell because when Satan had heard of all he had done and he attempted to drag him to Hell as punishment, Jack deflected and tricked him, making him look foolish. So Satan basically told him to get fucked and he was condemned to roam the world between the two planes with only a hollowed out turnip, that contained a small ember of light, to guide his path,” she said and he smiled. “People then carved turnips to ward off the evil spirits, like Stingy Jack, that may be roaming around us, though we cannot see them.” She looked at him and nodded. “You may speak now.” 

He mimed unzipping his lips slowly, and then tossing the key away, as she rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“You believe that, but you don’t believe in ghosts?” he asked and she shook her head. 

“No, I don’t believe in ghosts. But, I’m not saying I believe that story either. It’s just something I was told as a child.” 

“I see,” he said, nodding slowly and she bumped his shoulder with her own. 

“It’s only a story.”

“I don’t know,” he said, looking at his pumpkin. “I think Greg could ward them off. Any spirits really, but especially Stingy Jack.” 

“With that smile, the spirits would definitely wonder what’s going on in his head,” she said and he laughed quietly. 

“LuEllen could do it as well, though in a different way.” 

“How do you mean?” 

“She’d play it cool… bat her eyelashes, draw them in sweetly, and then she’d strike with precision and no remorse.” 

“I could see that,” she agreed, nodding as she put another pumpkin seed in her mouth and he smiled. The flame of the candle sparked brighter for just a second and she bumped his shoulder again. “Oh, did you see that?!”

“I did,” he said, staring at the pumpkin, almost willing it to happen again, even though he knew it was most likely only a small draft. 

“Good thing you thought about getting the pumpkins tonight, huh?” she asked in a teasing tone. 

“Yeah,” he said with a nod, wondering if it was only a draft. “Although, I didn’t expect there to be spirits here…” 

“Mulder,” she laughed, shaking her head. 

“What?” 

“You just never fail to surprise me.” She smiled as he turned his head to look at her. 

“That’s good, right?” he asked, slightly teasing, but also serious. 

“Yeah. It is,” she said, chewing on another seed as she nodded, continuing to smile. 

The candlelight crackled and then flickered again, causing them to both look over at the pumpkins. 

“Got another one,” she said and he smiled. 

“Or it was just a draft,” he said quietly. 

“Nah. Not tonight,” she whispered, shaking her head, and his smile grew. 

“Not tonight,” he agreed. 

He felt her lean against him, sighing softly as they continued to watch the dancing candlelight in the pumpkins, keeping the evil spirits away.  

Because tonight, it was definitely not a draft.

[lolokouhm]

FUSHIGOVER pt. I [THE LEAKING]

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

this ff is a fix, we’re living post 235 chapter. The rest is irrelevant

Loving him felt like cheating.

I was a fucking cheater.

I've cheated countless times in my life. There was a part of me that was convinced that this incredible luck I for some reason possessed would finally run out one day. I mean, everyone had their limits.

Well, that day definitely was not today.

I was in love with Megumi Fushiguro.

And I was more that ready to tell him that.

Actually no, scratch that. I wasn't. Despite being relatively brave (I was a jujutsu sorcerer after all), I'd much more prefer to exorcise another curse than tell him the truth. Reasons? Multiple. He was my friend. A good one at that. And the blood-freezing amount of shit we've been through together...

I mean, it takes two to tango, right?

Well, let's just put it that way. I didn't see myself tango-ing with Fushiguro anytime soon.

Maybe I was blind. Maybe I needed Gojo's Six Eyes to see what I've been so desperately wanting to see for the past few months, but unfortunately, this technique was, for some reason, reserved only for him. Well, that sucked. Almost as much as my mental state that morning.

'Didn't sleep much?'

The bed was definitely too small for two people, but I didn't really treat Nobara that way - she was a part of me by that time. A whole year of studying together, training together, shopping together, crying together was enough to blend us into one human being. Sort of.

'I'm so done.' I sighed. What would I give to hide under the bedsheets and never come out. At least for the next 15 minutes. 'It's insane that we still have classes.'

'It is', she nodded and snuck under my bedsheets to hug me tightly. 'Two more years and you'll be in the clear. So get up and let's go. We've got things to do.'

I stood up and slowly went into the bathroom, to make sure nobody would confuse me with a curse and I wouldn't get exorcised by mistake. That would suck. I shivered in front of the mirror, fixing my hair and putting on some sunscreen. Nobara joined me a moment later, being the only girl in the whole school that actually understood the importance of SPF filters, especially in this field of work. We were exposed to the weirdest shit on the entire planet, so the least we could do was putting on some cream.

'I've heard that he's coming back.'

'Today?' I tried not to sound too excited, but I apparently failed, as my best friend suddenly chuckled.

'Yup, today. So, is that it? Is that THE date? Should I prepare for being the only single person out of us two?' Nobara put the cream back in the drawer, delicately tapping the rest onto her right cheek.

'No.'

'Phenomenal. I've endured your mental breakdowns for the past four months, so I'll guess another few won't kill me. I mean...' She pointed at the left side of her face. The scars were getting less red by the day, but we both knew - they weren't going anywhere anytime soon. 'I've survived that. But still, (Y/N). You're hopeless.'

'I'm considerate.'

'You were.' Nobara nodded, catching my glance in the mirror. 'But he's fine now. Or... relatively fine.' She shrugged. 'Whatever. It's not gonna get worse. Someone has to unpack his trauma. You're the best choice. You were the first one to crack the 'fushigover' joke, weren't you?'

I was. And I wasn't particularly proud of that.

'I was drunk. And you were the one who gave me that... Vodka Sour, so it's technically your fault.' Alcohol wasn't my best friend, but Nobara and booze got along pretty well, so sometimes I got dragged somewhere in between them. 'I... Can you even imagine that?' I turned around to face Kugisaki. 'What would I say? Hi, Fushiguro. I've just wanted to tell you that I think I might kinda love you. I know you probably have more important things on your mind than that, but I was about to explode, so please, just don't think about it too much.'

'You're hopeless.'

'I'm realistic', I corrected. My morning routine was over. I was ready to go out. Finally. ‘I can’t just go out like that. It’ll be a disaster.'

'GIRLS!' Somebody opened the door and barged inside my room. 'Have you heard? He's back!' Yuuji suddenly appeared next to Nobara. His eyes shone in excitement. 'Fushiguro's finally back!'

My heart skipped a beat.

'Already? Gojo's back too?'

'Yup.' Yuuji nodded and looked at me. 'Oh, (Y/N). He wants to talk to you.'

I frowned. Gojo wanted to talk to me? Right after he and Fushiguro came back from Kioto? That was... surprising, to say at least.

'Now?'

'Yeah. Asap. That's why I came actually.' Yuuji smiled. He was an angel. 'I kinda got too excited. Oh, is that THAT SPF?'

I exchanged a look with Nobara. She seemed quite amused, but a small crease forming on her formed made feel me a little anxious.

Praying I wouldn't see Fushiguro on my way to the Gojo's office, I almost run through the corridors. I've been desperate to see him for the past few weeks, but when the day finally came, I wish I could fall under the face of the Earth and never come back.

It's been almost a month since Gojo got Fushiguro out. Or rather, since Gojo got Sukuna out of Fushiguro's body. That day... I couldn't say I remembered it very well because of the sheer amount of emotions I went through, but even the slightest thought of Megumi's body, laying there lifeless, was making me shake. Oh, that picture was tattooed in my head.

If only you could erase it.

'You're leaking.' That was the first thing I've heard when I entered the room.

'Huh?'

The white-haired man sat in front of me. His gaze was piercing. Gojo smiled and pointed a finger on me.

'I've been wondering for a while now. Sukuna is hiding somewhere, so some disturbances are normal. I'd be surprised, if there weren't any.' Gojo scratched his head. 'But the amounts of cursed energy in this school are ridiculously unbalanced. So I figured, someone has to be in a very bad state.' Gojo crossed his arms, but he didn't really look intimidating - rather amused. 'And it's you.'

'Me.' I repeated after him, not really sure, what to think. 'That's...'

Gojo tilted his head a bit, looking like a curious puppy. No way this man was the most powerful sorcerer.

'That's a very suggestive thing to say.'

The sorcerer chuckled and stood up.

'That was a good one. But nah. Your cursed energy is leaking out of you.'

If Gojo was joking, then the joke didn't sit right at all. What was even worse, most of the jokes we usually cracked together landed perfectly, so combining that with his piercing gaze made me feel even more confused. He wasn't joking. He was serious.

'(Y/N), I seriously adore you. And your sense of humour is just the best. But I've had my eyes on you since that day.' The stronger sorcerer alive, my ass. He suddenly looked somehow apologetic. 'I don't think...' He sighed and I felt weak. 'Let me put it this way. I felt your cursed energy during the fight, even though you were pretty far away. How is that possible?'

'I...' I was speechless. 'I have no idea.'

'You lost control. And you haven't regained it ever since.'

'It's not possible.' I panicked a little when I realised that my voice was actually shaking. 'I've got it all under control. I don't feel bad. Or any different.'

'You're lying.'

I was.

'You have to get it sorted out as soon as possible, otherwise we're going to have our hands full again. And I seriously want a break.' I've never heard Gojo speak like that. Right there, in that moment, he seemed... tired. 'But anyway, congratulations.'

'What for?'

'For getting him out.' The air in the room suddenly became colder. 'If it wasn't for your cursed energy, things might have been... different.' Gojo's gaze wandered for a second, looking for something behind the window. When he finally turned back to me, his fatigue vanished instantly. 'Whatever. I'm glad it happened. Just get it under control. Want some mochi?'

'Yeah.' I needed the sugar to process everything my teacher has just said. 'Maybe even two.'

'Take three.' Chewy rice balls felt somehow calming. 'Oh, and Megumi can't wait to see you. He was sulking most of the time in Kioto, but seemed weirdly excited to come back. And I'm good at connecting the dots. If your cursed technique was able to get his will to live back, then I guess he'll be more than happy to see you.' Gojo stretched his arms. 'Just don't scare him.'

'With what?'

'You know.' Yeah, I had it coming. 'The leaking. Megumi's inexperienced.'

'That was awful.'

'I know. But you laughed.'

I guess I really did.

———

It's really going to be an unhinged series. But we're going to have a lot of fun. Muahaha

[jmdbjk]

#FOR FREE

I see Joon's feet trending under the #FOR FREE tag but excuse me? We got THIS FOR FREE for thirty plus minutes?

I'm still very speechless.

Jimin playing hard to get.

Jimin telling JK needed to go to sleep because he had schedules later that day, basically making sure JK stayed on-task.

Jimin saying he STILL gets scolded by JK.

Jimin shutting down any ideas of a live with JK.

DAMMIT JIMIN YOU WERE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO DO A LIVE WITH A FEW MONTHS AGO COME ONNNNNNN!?!?!?!

Yes, JK literally has tried to lure Jimin with food, beer, working out, beefcake (flexed his bicep), he's asked coyly, assertively and begged unabashedly. Even Armys tried to convince Jimin.

The comparisons of this to Seven's MV are hilarious... yup, next thing we'll see is JK faking his own death serenading Jimin from his casket.

"Come on Jimin, let me come over, I'll bring my shower stuff and we can do it in the shower... I mean from the shower... or just whatever, pleeeeeeez...."

Knowing Jimin's default is naked while at home and him texting JK a pic? Please can y'all stop sending dick pics to each other while we are watching?

K-Army is saying the tone of voice JK was using, the context, the polite/casual speech they both used was off the charts couply. A lot of us are international Army and all we see are straight up dry translations and can't really understand how important all those things are in communicating in Korean society. It is easy for I-Armys to interpret the dry translations differently than how Koreans interpret them. I depend a lot on what K-Army says and defer to them as to how to interpret Jimin and Jungkook's relationship.

But seriously, even I could tell JK was speaking in satoori when he was chiding Jimin about saying he wasn't in condition to do a live... "we don't worry about that Jimin, we just do it when we feel like it."

Jimin: "you've forgotten what my personality is like"

I can hear Jimin now... "I don't have any makeup on..." Jimin-ssi. Please. Slip off your chelsea boots, leave your hair alone and relax a little. It's not like you've NEVER done a live before with no makeup and bed head.

We have JK on one side being the free-spirit/in-the-moment-go-with-the-mood vibe and Jimin on the other side being rigid and in total control of everything.

I'm still salty because Jimin censored himself during his Face album live when he realized there were young people watching as he was about to explain his concept of looking in the bathroom mirror in the Like Crazy MV.

I see a collision happening with these two mindsets and I think Jimin sees it too hahahahaha! "I'M SCARED OF YOU!" he doesn't know what kind of shenanigans will happen when they are together on a live because we also know Jimin LOVES HIS JK and can't resist climbing all over him when they are together!

Who could resist that:

Jungkook swapped the stud in his newest lip piercing for another lip ring and he re-pierced his right ear and the jewelry is very pretty. The earrings have a very fine chain hanging from the first to the last hoop. Edgy and delicate at the same time.

We have expectations now for his next live. Keep moving those chains JK! Maybe joking about a live while showering is not such a joke after all.... I'm kinda scared too, Jimin.

JK's July 27 live:

I had started a blog post about the July 27 two and a half hour live but NOOOOoooOOOOOooo, JK has moved the line again with the naked-in-the-bed live, so it's almost pointless to blog about the one from the previous day now.

Except I was thrilled when he responded to my ask if he had seen Jimin's Barbie guitar. What a thrill to interact with him in real time... I'm still just... wow ...

But a few things I took away from that two and a half hour live:

JK getting so emotional when he watched and listened to the Army Love Letter song. I broke down in tears as soon as I saw him being overcome.

And the live translating is not automated, its done by real people:

About 15 minutes into this purple 2.5 hour live, someone must have asked about Tae's album because JK says yes, he's heard a few songs and they're good. I am very excited to hear what Tae has created, especially after seeing the music critic say it is something unexpected. Of course, Tae's love for Bing Crosby-ish vibes could be what he's talking about and that wouldn't surprise me if that's the direction Tae goes. Later, someone in the comments asked if Tae would do a Seven dance challenge with him and he said Tae wouldn't do it. Why not Tae? Hmmphf. Fine.

Anyway...

Right before logging out, JK sang Jimin's Dear.Army (Letter) swaying back and forth so sweetly!!!! It was so beautiful. Might be the closest we come to hearing them singing it together. He loves that song.

Tomorrow we get to watch JK's episode of Suchwita and the day after that we will see him on Inkagayo.

All of that and I still think about Jimin and Jungkook had a camera crew with them on that dang boat in Connecticut a few weeks ago... if it was for a Seven TikTok, shouldn't it have been out by now?... so where will we eventually see that? Hmmmmmm???

[littlelalu]

Stolen Moments | Milo Manheim (Part 1 Fluff)

NOTE: Hello guys! Sorry for not posting for a couple of days now. I felt very crappy and did not have much motivation to do anything. It's a little past midnight, but I did say I wanted to post ASAP.

This first part is fluff. Next is Smut

Hope you all have a great night <3 

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

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I'm so tired. We have been rehearsing almost all day for Zombies 4. Being a background dancer is not easy, but I love dancing. It has been my passion since I was a little girl. I also don't mind it because I see him every day. 

Milo and I have been dating for a month but in secret. We have not told anyone just yet, besides our best friends. We agreed to wait until after filming because we didn't want to draw any attention to us. We have been sneaking around set, late-night secret rendezvous, and constantly texting/calling. It was easy at first, but it's been harder now that my feelings for him have grown.

"Good job everyone! That's it for today. Have a good night. See y'all tomorrow" the choreographer said, distracting me from my thoughts. 

Milo and I quickly glanced at each other, but Malachi shoved him playfully.

"Aye, man! Great job today" Milo said to him. They began talking.

I started to make my way to the table where I left my stuff and began walking out of the building. I had parked far away from the door so others wouldn't see Milo when he got in my car.

I heard my phone buzz as I started the engine. It was a text from Milo.

I'll be out there soon!

I smiled at my phone and replied. 

Okay, babe. See ya soon.

I sat in my car as I waited for him. We don't even have anything "fun" to do today. We just plan on staying in my hotel room. His, Meg and Chandlers, and a couple of other cast member's management got them an air bnb to stay at while they film the movie. I'm so glad no one has caught on to where he goes.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Milo's P.O.V ~~~~~

God... Y/N looks so beautiful when she's dancing. This is her calling for sure. 

This past month with her has been amazing. She makes me feel happier than I have ever been in my life. Sneaking around makes it more exciting and thrilling. I can't wait till we're done filming so I can publicly show her off. Only Mason knows about her.

Y/N and I keep telling everyone we are just friends, but when nobody is around, she is all mine. I love being with her. I keep getting more feelings for her each day. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, everything is perfect about her. 

"Good job everyone! That's it for today. Have a good night. See y'all tomorrow" the choreographer said.

I looked at Y/N for a bit, but Malachi shoved me. "Aye, man! Great job today." I said to him. We continued talking for a bit, but I kept sneaking glances at Y/N as she left. 

"Hey listen man... I have to head out now. I need to run some errands before I head home. See you later!" I said to him. 

"Yeah, man no problem."

I grabbed my stuff and texted Y/N that I would be out there soon. I began making my way out of the building and to her car. 

I can't wait to spend time with her. She's like my prize after a long day at work.

As I got closer to her car, I looked around to make sure no one is looking. Thankfully, no one is.

"Y/N!" I said a bit too loudly.

"Shh Milo someone is going to hear you." She said trying to keep me quiet. She let out a cute giggle. Anything to hear that.

"Babe it's okay! No one is near here." I reassured her. "Meaning..." I said as I put my hand on her chin to look me in the eyes. Her pretty Y/E/C eyes looking at my brown ones. She is truly beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back instantly. We both sighed in relief like we hadn't been waiting all day to do this.

I pulled back after a minute. We were grinning like fools. "Sorry. I just couldn't wait any longer."

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "It's fine. You ready to go?" She asked me.

"Yup. I'm tired as hell" I said as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Me too. But hey you were doing great! I can never get tired of hearing you sing." She said as she began to drive.

"You were amazing too! I love seeing the way your body moves. Reminds me of our little meet up" I said and winked at her.

"Behave, Manheim." She joked.

We talked more about the movie and our dance moves. Nothing feels better than the times I'm with her. I keep watching her talk about dancing. Her eyes light up so much. I admire her beauty. I'm falling for this girl.

[incorrectringsofpower]

Season 2 First 3 episodes thoughts (spoilers below the cut, DO NOT click the cut if you do not want to be spoiled!)

Episode 1

The dimples are a bit disarming ngl.

The chorals Bear added are interesting. Someone translate them please and thank you.

Ewwwww bug!Sauron nope nope nope.

Why hallo there handsome asshole :D

What's in the pouuuuch? (I don't think we're ever gonna find out tbh)

O shit are these the raft redshirts? Oh nooo.

I support horse girl rights and wrongs.

Mooom, Galadriel is a lying liar who lies.

Gil-galad looks so done lmfao. "Great-auntie whyyyy."

Elrond about to pull an Elwing.

I want to see my little boy (Isildur). (Where is heeeee?)

Hello Glüg, you SDCC photo gem.

Ah Waldreg you fucker. Guess you figured out between seasons that he ain't Sauron.

Lmao not Sauron pulling a Moses on Adar. Wtf are you doing buddy?

Nori my beloved

Wow The Stranger has so much vocabulary now. I still think he swallowed a Harfoot dictionary.

Ok additional Harfoot food note: Beetles (scarab beetles?)

Oh yeah some fic writers are reaaaaally gonna enjoy the scenes of Halron chained and collared. Here comes another fic deluge!

Sauron, don't you remember what happened with Huan in the FA?

BEN DANIELS TIME LET'S GOOOOO.

RIP to this random elf messenger bc I don't think he's gonna make it.

Ben Daniels has the raaaaange.

Eärendil mentionnnn. And Beleriand mention! I wonder why the Mariana Trench option wasn't considered in the TA. Update: Ok nvm Círdan will answer that for us.

Poppy! Hopefully the others can still travel without the maps she took.

The music is so prettyyyy.

"Your people have been set free." #doubt (show me the proof! also why did Sauron want that? He needed slaves to work the fields in Mordor, right?)

Ah Waldreg did die in the exact episode we predicted.

More elf nuns!

Elf costumes! I need an analysis post!

Lmao Elrond's face. "Grunkle Círdan, you betrayed meeee!"

Galadriel: How 'bout I do anyway?

Elrond: Thanks I hate it.

Galadriel: Please don't jump off waterfalls again.

Mirdania! Aw shit Halron got there before the nameless doomed Lindon elf.

Ominous ending music, Bear.

Episode 2

DWARVES MY BELOVED

I love the terrace farming so much.

Dwarf food note: Mole-tail stew, Large mushroom (chanterelle-like) that is very valuable, smaller mushrooms, gourds!

ilu Disa

This scene was exactly what I needed for dwarves and dwarvish food reasons.

Oh shit not my dwarves :(((

Alfirin seeds!

Ooh creepy!

New elf characters! Do they have names? Please give them names!

"Crush two spiders with one boot." Ooh I hate the foreshadowing of that metaphor. Hates it, hates it.

More foreshadowiiiing.

Mirror of Galadriel foreshadowing specifically!

Eregion is so beautiful and majestic (thanks, Season 2 budget!). Sure do hope nothing bad happens to it! (sobbing)

Yup, RIP Lindon messenger elves.

I looove this music.

Skeletor! (By the power of Grayskull!)

Ooh cultists.

The Dweller is back!

"curse upon our flesh" wut

I have a bad feeling about this. (Wait, wrong fandom)

Where is Narviiii.

Do Disa's friends have naaames? Wait x-ray actually was helpful for once. Rachel Payne as Brenna and Laura Jane Matthewson as Revna! I'm so happy she has named friends who even gossip!

Hi Narvi!

King Durin: But do I still have grandparent's rights?

"Stubborn as a root-bound parsnip!" Hah.

Oh my god he's working on ships. I love that so much.

Ooh shit a flashback to the woods scene from Udûn.

Why are you shaving, sir? Sir.

Ahhhh poetry mentions from the FA! How nerdy.

The bell seems bad.

Eye of Sauron?

Uh-oh. Is this how he learns how squishy hobbits are on adventures?

Ooh he's developing door ideas. Fun!

I get the feeling Mirdania ain't gonna last the season, either.

Fuuuck tower foreshadowing.

Ooh elf umbrella!

Oh you little weasel!

"I'm going to open a First Age bottle." Love that detail.

"Are you my friend?" Hoo boi.

Ominous thunderclap. Ooooh.

Is he gonna larp as an Istar? Lmao.

"Soon every realm will fall." Because of you, asshole!

Title drop!

Wow. Okay. Playing on his insecurities and also calling him the "Lord of the Rings". Overdoing it a bit much there, Ronnie?

"I am your partner." screech

Pope-galad says you need babysitter, Gal. I'm sure this will go splendidly!

Episode 3

Bronwyn ;_;

Berek best boi my beloved

Sad Elendil and Valandil :(((

YESSS OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING. EVERYONE STAY CALM. IT'S HAPPENING!

ISILDUR SAVE YOUR HORSE FOR THE LOVE OF ERU.

Pls don't kill Berek. I couldn't stand it 😭

ISILDUR BEST HORSE GIRL

THEY'D BOTH BETTER LIVE OR SO HELP ME

FUCKING RUN ISILDUR FFS

(GOD I HATE LARGE FANTASY SPIDERS AND THIS IS WHY)

Ooh the shells funerary detail!

Eärien girrrrl your evil phase alarms me.

This ship is so saddd :(

More ominous tower shit.

Pharazôn, you weasel 2.0.

Fucking foreshadowiiiing.

Valandil my beloved! Oooh tension with Kemen.

A baby orc! Fascinating!

Damrod has arrived!

More title dropping!

"--a friend." The emphasis was so funny.

Durin is suspicious. Love it.

Celebrimbor: Well if I start a Catholic schism then so be it.

It is your moment, Holly-boy, but also your doom. You're being Anakined into Vader by Palpannatar.

Isildur has discovered the DnD means of equipment acquisition.

Noooo more dead horsies :(

Estrid :D (please don't be evil)

Lmao at least he knows proper wound procedures lol.

DO NOT HURT BEREK

Potato food spotted!

ARONDIR YASSS

THEY STOLE BEREK NOOOOO

Arondir sir you are low on arrows.

Arondir ;_;

Bronwyn :(((( fuck I'm so sad about this

I will never recover from the Aronwyn ship, I fear :(

Theo, buddy, need someone to talk to?

Sad version of Aronwyn theme nooooo :(

Really not liking how much King Durin's crown sorta resembles Sauron's this season.

Theo taking over his mother's skills :(

Yup, poisoned orc arrow theory confirmed.

Stepparenting with foreshadowing for Numenor, delightfulll.

Please don't be foreshadowing.

Who is his dad? Oh no hurtful, Theo. Buddy :(

My Garden Fam is broken and I'm deeply unwell about it.

Theo-Isildur friendship time?

BEREK HEIST BEREK HEIST

Isildur really is so relieved to be alive and not eaten by spiders that he's gone friend mode. How very like his Grunkle Elrond!

Oh no Isildur mom backstory :(

Don't cry Isildur and Theo bc then I'm gonna cry ;;_;;

Also now this is a narrative parallel!

Ah good gift discussion next to the word "precious" is throwing my brain. Oh lordy.

Please don't be evil, Estrid! I'm already suffering without Bronwyn and both Disa and Míriel are doomed af.

Theo wtf are you doing?

ENTS.

No don't lose the sword Galadriel gave you!

Míriel in white, Elendil in blue and gold, Pharazôn in red. Totally Kate Hawley doing some fascinating storytelling here.

Oh no my quote about Elendil and his daughter in a courtroom is suddenly very apt. Oh dear.

What did Elendil see?

Huh the unrest happened sooner than I thought.

EAGLE TIME LET'S GOOOO!

Eagle: Y'all are gonna die!

Elendil: Top 10 anime betrayals and by my own daughter. Wtf.

Annatar gets his own cute lil forging outfit :D

More symbolism!

Oh god what a way to end the first 3 episodes. Send help.

[casualsavant]

20 Questions

I realized that I hadn't done this yet. Thanks @nottawriter for the tag.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26 total. 16 for Charlie's Angels (1976) and 10 Supercorp.

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

377,451 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Supercorp now. Though it looks like I have more Charlie's Angels works, the lion's share of my word count AFAIK is Supercorp.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Deliverance (Part 4 of the Yearning Series)

Where Love Commands The Whole (Supercorptober 2023 prompt "Money")

Insensate No Longer (Part 2 of the Yearning Series)

Sensibility (Part 1 of the Yearning Series)

Found (Part 3 of the Yearning Series)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every comment that isn't outright abusive (I simply delete those). Though it takes me a while to do so because I tend to have incredible anxiety after I post anything and I need it to subside before I can respond. I am deeply grateful for the comments though.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I never leave things at an angsty ending. I suppose if you're talking about stories that form part of a series then "Insensate No Longer" has the most angsty ending as a single work.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

😅 All of them have happy endings. It's so hard to pick one but if I had to the epilogue of Deliverance would be my happiest because I put Kara and Lena through a lot!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yup. Some people don't know how to close a tab. 🤷🏻‍♀️

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yep. I think there are others who have done it much better but I sometimes like to have a big payoff after all the pining. So I guess porn with plot?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. I like to stay in the Arrowverse and stick primarily to the Supergirl characters and setting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet, but hopefully soon.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Nothing has ever seized my mind and my heart like Supercorp. Usually I have an idea or two for a fanfic but it doesn't see the light of day, or I write until I've said what I needed to with that ship. Supercorp has been different.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I tried to do a PWP smut fic as a challenge but I think it's absolutely terrible. I don't know if I'll ever go back to it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh. That's an awkward question. 🤔

I've been told I'm good with metaphors and a few people have said they felt my characterization was natural.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

How much time do you have? 🤣🤣🤣

I struggle to keep my writing tight, which is why my stuff is generally longer than I thought it would be. I don't feel that I do comedy well. I am iffy about the smut.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Primarily this means Kryptonian / Kryptonese for Kara. I think it's great and it's a matter of when and how you use it. I do try not to overuse different languages too much for fear that it would break the flow of the reader.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek TNG (before the internet)

The X-Files (after the internet)

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I would have to say "What If" (coincidentally also my shortest and least read) because of the economy of language. There are days I can't believe I wrote it.

Tagging but no pressure:

@mycatismyeditor @sssammich @rustingcat @chaotic-super

[mango-fizz]

anyway so this is a wip i have that i dont think i'll ever really finish? but i wanted to share it anyway. this is based on some tags that user @luci-is-currently-loving-bees left on one of my posts because i shit you not i thought about that for like two weeks straight. this was supposed to be part of a 5+1 things but i couldnt come up with uh the other 5 things skhdkfhlkhskd so yeah anyway i didnt want it to just sit in my docs gathering dust so here it is

Marie startles awake.

She breathes heavily, trying to steady her heartbeats. She's still in her room. 

She rubs her eyes. It was just a dream. The same dream, again. But it's fine, because Four got her back, safe and sound. They both got her back. She’s been back for weeks now. 

Then why is it still hard to breathe? 

Sunlight is streaming through the cracks in her curtains, and yet the apartment is deafeningly quiet. She checks the time on her phone. Callie should be making breakfast by now. 

No, it's fine. Everything is fine. She just… overslept. Yeah. That happens sometimes. Silly Callie. 

That doesn't stop the suffocating sense of dread from making itself at home in her throat. She swallows it down. 

It's fine. It's fine. She's just going to check. She flings her covers off and leaves her room.

Callie's door is closed. She takes a few breaths before clearing her throat and knocking with trembling hands. No response. Callie must not have heard such a weak knock. She turns the handle.

"Callie, you dummy, did you oversleep again?"  

The room is empty. Callie's bed is neatly made.

Her hand squeezes the door handle as the panic starts to set in. No, no, no, no, no, no. She rushes down the hallway.

"Cal!" 

She starts panting as tears well up in her eyes. This can't be happening. The apartment is completely empty. 

"Callie!" she calls one more time for good measure, as if Callie was hiding somewhere, waiting to come out and surprise her. Marie falls to her knees. 

Callie was supposed to be back. Four had gotten her back! Unless she was taken again, from right under her nose this time. She was taken again while she was sleeping, and she failed to protect her again. She failed again, and now she was taken. 

It's all her fault. It always will be. Marie curls into herself as she sobs.

What a wretched sister she is.

Maybe Callie had never come back to begin with. Maybe she had imagined everything. It was too good to be true, after all. 

She needs to call Four, they need to continue the search. She doesn't know what to do. She can't keep going like this. She's nothing without Callie. She's never felt more lonely in her life.

She takes out her phone and looks for Four in her contacts, but it's hard when her sight is blurred with tears. 

Four picks up. "Yo, Marie! What's up?"

Marie takes a shaky breath, staring at the tiled floor.

"Hey, are you alright?" Four's tone turns soft. 

She can't stop crying. She manages, "We need to find... C-Callie..." 

"Callie? She's right next to me."

Marie gasps between sobs. "...Where?"

"We went grocery shopping. I'm here with Callie and Agent 3. We left you a note on the kitchen counter."

Marie didn't notice. She didn't even think of checking for such a thing. 

She feels stupid. 

"Is Callie okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine." Then, after a moment, "...Want me to put her on?"

She hums a quiet "Mhm," while she wipes at her eyes. She really does feel dumb about this. Her, a grown squid, crying over something like this. Stupid, stupid Marie.

She hears Four's muffled voice saying "Callie! Marie wants to talk to you," before sounds of the phone being passed around. 

"Hiiii~! What's up?" 

She sighs heavily in relief. Callie's fine. 

"Are you coming home soon?"

"Yup! We're almost done, we just need a few more things. Three wandered off again so we gotta go find them, too."

"...Okay."

“You okay?”

“...Yeah. Sorry.”

There’s a long silence on the other end of the line before Callie presses, “You sure?”

Marie caves. “No,” then, “Are you coming home soon?”

“Yeah. …Sorry for making you worry.”

“I’m sorry.”

Callie sighs with an almost imperceptible sadness. Almost. “I told you to stop apologizing, Marie.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too. We’ll come back soon, I promise. Three says hi, by the way.”

The phone gets passed around again.

“Bye Marie! Hope you feel better!” comes Four’s cheery voice before she hangs up. 

Marie stares blankly at her reflection on the screen. 

[having-conniptions]

Love In The Air episode 5 live reaction under the cut (long post)

Awwww Payu is checking if Rain got sick OHMYGOD HOW MANY HICKEYS CAN A GUY- awwwwww little forehead kiss <3

And Payu with his hair down AAAAA

At least Rain is finally getting some sleep

"I was gonna flirt then dump him, but willingly became his instead" AYYYYYYYY

MOM ALERT

"I don't get why architecture students study so hard." Rain, under his breath: "Do something else hard, more like" BOYYY HAHAHAHA

And he's borrowing Payu's sweater 😭❤️

RAIN'S ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED FACE WHEN HE SEES PAYU WORKING OUT TOPLESS AND SWEATY

Ohhh is Payu gonna be mad? Worried? Mad about being worried?

Meeting the mom so soon huh?

Yeah he's mad cause he's worried

And he's getting a little controlling idk what to think of this

"Are you ready to be punished?" You guys just made up so I'm gonna assume you mean in a sexy way

Was not expecting "fever reducer. Rectal suppository." HELP I'M DYING HAHAHA

Oh no Rain don't call for your mom what if she actually comes in huh

Annnnd there she is with snacks. Rain under the covers thinking "don't be suspicious, don't beeeee suspicious" while Payu plays it cool - I bet he already got Rain's pants off and that's why Rain is hiding like that lol

Payu is such a smooth talker

Yup, pants were off. This was not the scene I expected but it was the scene I needed lmao

Prapai!!!! He's sooooooooo

"I was gonna ask about the cutie's friend. But it's okay. I can wait for Payu. Cause if he's a devil, then I'm a beast." TELL ME NOW HAVE THEY BEEN HOOKING UP I REMEMBER PRAPAI BEING IN A GOOD MOOD RANDOMLY AND THEN DISAPPEARING FOR SEVERAL EPISODES AND SKY HAD THAT GIANT HICKEY ON HIS NECK I SAW THE CLUES THEY'VE BEEN HOOKING UP HAVEN'T THEY

PRAPAI I BARELY KNOW YOU BUT I LOVE YOU

Not Sky sneezing because someone is talking about him I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON

"Should I address myself as 'Wife' instead?" RAIN STOPPP HAHAHA

"We're just junior and senior. Your time to win me over is up." PAYU DON'T MAKE HIM SUFFER LIKE THAT SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW

"From now on... I'll be the one to pursue you." OH the game is ON. THE GAME IS ON I SAY

Yeah hit him with that pillow knock him the fuck out Rain I support you

"You left scratch marks all over my back last night" WELL YOU LEFT HICKEYS ALL OVER HIS CHEST I THINK YOU GUYS ARE EVEN

Rain being a little tsundere but literally only lasting for two seconds is what I live for

"I want you to choose... between becoming my wife or having me as your husband" PAYU THAT'S LITERALLY NOT HOW IT WORKS also why are they getting engaged already is this the gay version of uhaul leabians??

PAYU BUSTING OUT A WHOLE ASS SPEECH WHY RAIN SHOULD AGREE TO BE HIS BOYFRIEND (WIFE?)

WHAT DID HE WHISPER IN RAIN'S EAR I NEED TO KNOW

That's a lot of tongue ayyyyyy

Payu is so happy and in love aaaaaa why is this episode called calm before the storm I'm scared

Rain is so shy and giggly while texting Payu aaaa I love them

OH so that's what Payu whispered awwwww <3

Sky is 100% done again lmao

Oh Ple...

"I would have been happier if I hadn't just gotten a husband" for the 100th time babe you did not get married

SHE REALLY ASKED RAIN FOR PAYU'S NUMBER I AM CACKLING GIRL YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU JUST STEPPED INTO

Not Rain almost publicly calling Payu his boyfriend aaaa

"I think... my brother likes P'Payu too." IS THIS GONNA BE A RAIN JEALOUSY ARC???

Rain still has tea on his nose lmao

"Damn these fruity siblings" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I AM WHEEZING

Whoever wrote these subtitles deserves a raise

Good to know everyone looks a little dumb with a helmet like that, even Rain

Motorcycle ride giving me kpts flashbacks

My pet peeve is that we can always hear the fabric of their clothes etc moving/rustling because they were probably wearing mics while filming, it makes me feel like I'm hiding in Payu's shirt lmao

Oh hi Sky! Rain don't be shy he knows anyway - not just because you talked about it but also because I still suspect he's already hooking up with Payu's best friend (who obviously also knows about everything that's going on in Payu's love life)

AWWWW SKYYYYY aaaaa I love himmmmmmm

Lmao Payu asking about Ple

Not Payu calling Rain's mom asking for permission for Rain to stay over 👀👀👀 boy has plans I suppose

Which is exactly why we have a timeskip to the next morning lmao

Payu is humming while making coffee and I am once again reminded of the fact that this episode is called calm before the storm WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN

PAYU I'M ALL FOR YOU LIFTING RAIN UP ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER BUT COULD YOU PLEASE PUT THE KNIFE DOWN FIRST

Oh my gaaaaahddddd the singing scene

"If anyone asks, just say that you're P'Payu's wife" xD

Bonus scene: wait that was before Rain even started studying there and Payu wrote him a good luck note IT IS FATE AAAA

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 28: Footprints in Air

Yup, we're back to Whitebridge and I'm up to my old tricks. This reread is going to have spoilers for everything in the whole damn series and if you don't like that, you should skip this post. And maybe block the spoiler tags.

For everyone else, let's talk chapter icons! We've got Moiraine's staff again, and it might as well be her magnifying glass because she is playing detective this time around. She also plays off of Nynaeve, our POV, this time around (and really any time she and Nynaeve are in the same room).

Another legend, and they don’t even seem to notice. She resolved not to stare where they could see. They’ll laugh if they see me gaping like a country bumpkin.

Nynaeve is really good at getting in the way of her own happiness. Moiraine is way too busy contemplating the singular purpose to which she's dedicated her life to at the exclusion of all else like some kind of 90s anti-hero and her statue of a Warder would probably start gushing at Nynaeve about every cool relic he'd ever seen if he thought it would make her smile. While part of Nynaeve's attitude is just about spiting Moiraine, I think her insecurities come from the same kind of logic that Rand observed in how Wisdoms wouldn't possibly be allowed to dance at festivals: she's not allowed to have emotion or she's even worse at her job than everyone treats her already.

The scowl made her feel like a girl who had been caught acting the fool by someone in the Women’s Circle. That was a feeling Nynaeve was not used to, and the calm smile on Moiraine’s face only made it worse.

See what I mean? Nynaeve hasn't let herself be imperfect in a long, long time.

If only there was some way to get rid of the woman. Lan would be better by himself—a Warder should be able to handle what was needed, she told herself hastily, feeling a sudden flush; no other reason—but one meant the other.

"Their romance comes out of nowhere!" - people who clearly didn't read this sentence closely.

It weighed on Moiraine and Lan, too, as outwardly unperturbable as they were. She soon realized that, beneath their calm surfaces, hour by hour they wound tighter and tighter, like clocksprings being forced to the breaking point. Moiraine seemed to listen to things that were not there, and what she heard put a crease in her forehead. Lan watched the forest and the river as if the leafless trees and wide, slow water carried the signs of traps and ambushes waiting ahead.

They spent the last two weeks assuming that they were finally done looking and could get onto the much easier part of their job of fleeing to Tar Valon. Their POVs right now would be absolutely hysterical and full of exciting expletives, most of which Moiraine learned from Siuan.

Then, contradicting what he had just said, he added, “You should go back to your Two Rivers when we reach Whitebridge, and the Caemlyn Road. It’s too dangerous here. Nothing will try to stop you going back, though.” It was the longest speech he made all that day.

Much like Rand, Lan wants to keep his loved ones out of danger. If they were flirting any more strongly, Moiraine would have to look away for decency's sake.

Around the square at the foot of the White Bridge piles of blackened timbers, still leaking smoky threads, replaced half a dozen buildings. Men in poorly fitting red uniforms and tarnished armor patrolled the streets, but they marched quickly, as if afraid of finding anything, and they looked over their shoulders as they went. Townspeople—the few who were out—almost ran, shoulders hunched, as though something were chasing them.

Western Andor really isn't going to recover from Rand's recent tour for years, is it? And Elayne really has her work cut out for her; Whitebridge isn't anywhere near as far away from Caemlyn as Baerlon. It is a distance, but the books have already noted that this is one of the only river crossings anywhere in the continent.

Of course, maintaining the bridge is a complete non-issue because it's magic and not repairable even if it did start breaking anyway. If anything happened they'd have to just scrap it and start all the way over. So the crown would have no strong reason to worry about this place and without any serious military threats (*points and laughs at Altara and Murandy*), funding is quite possibly lower to this place than it is to Baerlon, whose mining territories aren't supernatural so far as we know.

So I guess the worldbuilding for the near collapse of Andorian territory actually checks out in a lot of ways!

The truth of the matter was there was a man somewhere in the town meddling with the One Power. It was time to have the Aes Sedai in; past time, was the way they saw it, no matter what the men said about Tar Valon. Let the Red Ajah settle matters. One man claimed it had been an attack by bandits, and another said a riot by Darkfriends. “Those ones going to see the false Dragon, you know,” he confided darkly. “They’re all over the place. Darkfriends, every one.” Still others spoke of some kind of trouble—they were vague about exactly what kind—that had come downriver on a boat.

This is a rare moment in the series where the rumors are more right than wrong. There was a male channeler in town (even though they couldn't have known that, because Rand did nothing), the Fade attack is basically a Darkfriend, and the trouble did indeed come downriver on a boat. Poor Bayle, being driven off for something that wasn't his fault. On the plus side, it may have saved him from further problems.

He seemed resplendent to Nynaeve, in his peaked helmet and burnished breastplate, until he took a pose just inside the door, with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword and a stern look on his face, and used a finger to ease his too-tight collar. It made her think of Cenn Buie trying to act the way a Village Councilor should.

By the end of the series, quite a few people will have put on costumes they never thought they'd wear. Maybe even this militia guy will have the benefit of growing into his role. He's certainly just a dick now though. What kind of asshole tries to kick Nynaeve out of town?

The Aes Sedai studied the tabletop for a moment before raising her eyes to Nynaeve’s, and when she did, Nynaeve started back from a flash of anger that almost seemed to make Moiraine’s eyes glow. Then her back stiffened, her own anger rising, but before she could say a word, the Aes Sedai spoke coldly.

It's incredible that Moiraine spent years being trained to modulate her emotions, first in the crazy political schemes of Cairhien and then by the White Tower itself, and Nynaeve gets her to be openly angry in just two weeks! She could make anyone break.

And that's a wrap on another short chapter. See ya next time for another Perrin POV!

[mandajiu]

If you Love Dilraba and Wu Lei CP, let's talk about what you would like them to see without a CP brain. I'll be up front, the idea of him working with any of the purple ladies gives me the hives. If purple is not your favorite color then come in and let's talk!

Non-CP Post, but these photos of Anle and Hou Buyi which make up my lock-screen are so cute and if you can survive seeing the photo then we are good even if you are not a Bird Egg.

I know. I love both of them so much, and Zhou Yutong is also awesome. I cannot wait for Nothing But You. Our young man WL looks lovely here.

In the meanwhile, I've started Wang Hedi's new drama. Is the eunuch, not a eunuch thing new to dramaland? I know it is common in web novels. Part of me thinks 30 would make a great eunach-not-eunach but I just think his acting is superb and he keeps improving himself as does 88 so they can do anything and I will watch it.

On the Rumor (so likely to be false) of Dilraba in a "SIster-(Milk) Dog" Romance if Wu Lei were impossible match which would make this Bird Egg very sad: Of all the choices for a 姐狗 romance, I'd consider Wang Hedi the best choice if it were absolutely impossible to see 30 and 88 together in another drama anytime soon and this melon about an age-gap romance is true. I hope that 2023 will bring better tidings to 30 and 88 - I'm a bit worried about j@y#@)k tbh but worst-case scenario maybe Blizzard (which is partially under this studio) won't work out and it will force 88 and 30 to work together in a new modern drama -yeah let's ignore the reality of 88's essential slave contract to that studio. It would suck for 30 as I think he is already working on his billiards game, which those of us who have seen his vlog know needs a little work. Pure fantasy. I digress.

88, I hope you do Scenery of the Side this year. It would be so awesome to see you play a Uyghur woman again (I bet it would be an interesting journey going from Anarhan to this new character) even if there is a lot of boring stuff going on as usually happens with more serious dramas. I will watch anything but horror for you beauty.

30 - two new films, Nothing But You, and potentially a romance with a much younger leading ZJM who also has barely done kissing scenes. As much as 30 would benefit from being the teacher - we all know he is a bit domineering in a sweet way - I personally have some feelings about her age coupled with the novel being so very full of love scenes (keeping in mind the censors, it might be okay, but cringe - WL is so mature to me at 23 that the young ones seem too young but I still need to watch Reset this week). Add to that, I foresee half of C-Ent either salivating in glee over the match because they just love him with younger ladies or secretly hoping she drops out and their favorite childhood CP with WL can replace her. Hopefully the purple people will be calmer; Bird Eggs are loving on ZYT even though we (and even some Alices I know) really wanted it for WL and Dils.

Just not GX - the idea of them kissing gives me the shivers and I think they would agree - brother and sister who fight a lot? Yes! I can see this. Sworn enemies. Yup. Lovers? Ew I don't know if I could watch that. Maybe ex-spouses? That would be OK. I haven't watched all of the Shadow, but what I saw they were not on friendly terms. That one modern drama with them is still on my list, but I go second lead or friend vibes from the MV I saw. Honestly, WL really has the best energy with older women from Dils to YR to LQ and now ZYT - dang that boy is made for 小奶狗。I really, really hope he does a modern romance or action drama without birds with 88 and they don't even have to discuss age. She looks so young in modern romances to me and who cares - how many zillions of C-Dramas have been made with obvious age gaps and people don't say a word

OK I lied this IS 3088 CP-Related: The best drama from a web novel for Dils and WL would be Falling on a Spring Night; it would be amazing. If you haven't read that 3088 friendly novel - go read it now! Yes, it's crap but there are some golden moments such as how the younger man fell in love with the older woman. I just do not get anyone digging the 2nd lead in that book. He is an abusive F$^K seriously (Spoiler: he made the lead female eat hot chilis until she was hospitalized multiple times & I believe CW forced himself on her at one point) and I fear for humanity if we continue to be okay with abusers and like the idea of saving broken men. Yeah. No. The roles are literally made for Dils and WL - but some parts are tooo close to home, as in these characters were based on them for real. One plus - the age of the lead male is 20, so he could ratchet it up to a more palatable 23 now as he is that age. Yay! My step-dad was 22 when he started dating my mom, so I really have a soft spot for age-gap romances. He was very mature too. They married when he was 24 - Just saying.

This has been very random ADHD-driven rant.

Happy New YEAR of the Rabbit - 2023

新年快乐！

What kind of dramas do you want to see 30 and 88 do and what leading ladies/gentleman or none would you like to see? Am I the only one who does not want to think of Guan Xiaotong/Wu Lei in a romantic context? I didn't even grow up with them, it just FEELS wrong with their variety show interaction. Song Zhuer and Xiao Feng are okay.

[hislittleraincloud]

...So I was just called a faggot near the end of mine and the baby's walk.

Yup...if I had to hear it, you have to read it.

Short (for me) story about it under the cut though, bc I'm posting pics of the canine.

I seem to have an on-sight polarizing effect on people, even though I don't even dress like I could be clocked as anything out of the ordinary: People either quickly gravitate towards me via animal attraction or they quickly decide that I'm somehow dangerous or a threat of some sort and thus I get one of either two reactions...they ignore me or they spew ignorance at me, often loudly. Silence vs. violence. It's always been that way.

We were almost done with our walk and were waiting at the street corner for the light to turn. There was one car at the light waiting to go towards the lake. I watched the gunmetal colored SUV's driver side window through the corner of my goggles because it was billowing weed smoke while he waited at the light. There were no other cars and no one else around. Just him, and me and my baby waiting on the opposite corner.

As soon as the light turned we started crossing and he started moving through the intersection but he leaned out of his window, said "Nice fucking dog, faggot!" Clearly and loudly. Young, barely even out of his mid-20s. I looked over at him as he did, even though he'd sped up. Once we got across to the sidewalk I double checked — he was indeed talking to me, as the sidewalks were still empty of other people and dogs.

My dog/baby is a little 7 pound pomeranian mix. She was bred for no other purpose than to be a companion to people (i.e. she's kind of a 'designer dog' mutt), so she was raised to be my support animal. She's sweet and cute as fuck, and brings a smile to peoples' faces (not that I care about that part... she's my baby). And she often does it by what she wears/what she gets dressed in (people misgender her and it's tiresome). Today she was wearing her Enid 1 jacket (she has a small collection of plush jackets, two are Enid Sinclair-like colored and one is black and white checkered "Wednesday" patterned, and she picks from them herself which one she'll be wearing on the walk).

It looks like this

I don't have pics of her in it but maybe soon she'll have a little fashion show 💀 She's the princess of our neighborhood.

And then I considered myself. What was I wearing to warrant that? I wasn't wearing anything that could even be construed as queer. New jean jacket over my Beetlejuice shirt, plain charcoal colored jogger pants. My 420 cap on backwards, my face fully masked (like in the Lords of Acid pics/video). My cane in my right hand, which is just plain black with a lucite handle.

What was I doing to warrant that hateful shit? Nothing. I was waiting on the street corner with my baby. Quite obviously needing the cane to walk with her. And somehow some asshole thought he would heckle me from his car with the f-slur.

Well okay then.

I don't know. I suppose I'm sharing this because even at 50 years old, even in the Bay Area, and an area in which there are queers everywhere, some asshole is going to call you faggot regardless if you even are one, and sometimes there really is nothing you can do about it except let it roll off your back. Words from strangers who don't know me don't affect me. I don't care what they think. I've never cared what they think. Why should I let such words hurt me? They're words.*

That's how I survived this long.

It's hard for me to accept compliments because the walls against hate are often impermeable towards love as well. Survival can be a trade-off, and sometimes we have to learn where the love is in order to let it in. It's even harder when I see that nothing's truly changed for us in the decades I've been alive. There are always going to be hateful people out there. You cannot just form a movement against it. People have the capacity for love, of course, but some people are just pieces of shit.

I guess that's why I pamper this fur child so much, because she doesn't have a hateful bone in her little body. If that makes me a faggot, then so be it.

She even rocks her Rowan glasses. She has a large collection of glasses/sunglasses. Hmn, okay that might be very, very 🏳️‍🌈. But she doesn't ever wear them outside. Maybe it's her pom quality? Short king with an Elle Woods dog. ...Maybe that was it....

[hoagmaster]

Halfway There Day

July 2 marks the halfway point of the year as @ProgressBar202_ on Twitter will tell you, as does Kiff from earlier this year. So I want to take this halftime post and share some of my favorite things from the year so far.

Games

Note that I am only putting new(ish) games from this year that I played to the end here.

Metroid Prime: Remastered - One of my absolute favorites from the GameCube/Wii was shadowdropped on us back in February and I had a ball going back to it.

Kirby's Return to Dream Land Deluxe - Another one I liked back in the day and had a good time revisiting. Still have yet to do some of the bonus stuff, but it packs a good amount of said stuff in the package.

Fire Emblem Engage - Maybe my top alternate pick for my favorite game of the year so far. I got into the characters and story and found the changes to the gameplay to be, er, engaging. I'm even contemplating a second run in the near future, which has to say something.

Theatrhythm Final Bar Line - The other top alternate pick for my favorite game of the year. It's a sheer love letter to game music that left me beyond thrilled the series returned.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom - Now my top contender for my favorite game of the year. It takes everything I liked in the previous game and builds upon it in so many ways. I've still just barely scratched the surface of the game even after playing to the end of the story and I'm sure I'm going to go back at some point.

Dead Space - I never played the original game but I now have to imagine this is the way to play it. The setting and story were both engaging as was the gameplay that did keep me playing longer than was probably wise on some occasions.

Resident Evil 4 - My other -other- pick for my favorite game of the year, maybe? I had some grumblings after I finished it once but going back to it again with some upgraded stuff and shifted expectations helped me to really appreciate what it does.

Lot of good stuff played this year, but now I think I'm shifting to catchup mode for the next two months while we enter a slower period. Stuff like Mario, Sonic, and so much more dropping in the fall makes that season even more exciting now!

Movies

Bit of a shorter list here, admittedly.

The Super Mario Bros. Movie - Maybe the most biased I've ever been toward a movie because this franchise may be the single most important entertainment media to me, but I can accept that and still have a blast watching this.

Fast X - I watched it shortly after it opened and mildly guffawed my way through the whole thing. This franchise just gets more ridiculous and I'll be there for the "end."

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse - Yup, pretty good like everyone's saying. Animation is quite superb in a lot of it too. I'm skeptical we'll get the next one anytime soon but I'll be fine with waiting, especially if they can get things done better on the production end too.

...And that's it. Well, least this month has some stuff like Mission: Impossible and your pick of Barbie/Oppenheimer. Still a lot of ones I can catch up with too!

TV/Shows

And an even shorter list here!

Kiff - My favorite new show of the year so far. Lot of charm with a fun artstyle that keeps me coming back.

Hailey's On It! - I need to catch up, but the premise has led to some wacky fun so far.

Then I won't list them because they're existing shows, but stuff like Big City Greens and The Ghost and Molly McGee continued bringing the goods.

Lot of catchup to do here with Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur and the next Zerocalcore Netflix show along with a bunch of new episodes of other stuff. Getting increasingly antsy as to when the last season of Hilda will drop too...

Anyway, I'm sure I'll have more to say on stuff in the future. Felt good to get back to a longer writing post like this!

[appreciatingtokrev]

hi! sorry for disappearing, i was feeling a bit down and then i 🫠 for a little while after that. yes, nfsw is a massive no but like you said there are other topics that shouldn't be discuss about. it actually is but a person will either get upset or find it rude, depending on their mindset but i suppose it's both like a double edged sword. those relationships def are treated as inferior but the friendships that turn into relationships are probably criticise most esp if the parties been friends for years but you can't force feelings to come out at an acceptable time if it ever happens 🤷‍♀️ that's true, a relationship need to be stable before progressing more.

it is a bit unfair esp if the newer users become massive fans, there are playthroughs on youtube but from what i've seen, it is a bit jumbled up and all over the place. i'm assuming you must have a lot of weapons then? oh i see, are they both mobile based? fans want a nintendo switch port for GI. it is a bit of a random topic lol. that's true and it would be super hard too, the spellings for my mum and her siblings overlaps a lot, they have double e in all their names. it's been a cool topic to talk about but it's finished now 🤣 that sound like an awkward situation to be in, i hope your teachers never thought that for like signed permissions slips for school's trips 😭 did you guys ever have problem with telling which one is your mail/posted package considering the initials thing. ah my dad and my names spelling are very similar (we have the same letters expect for one that isn't in mine) along with the initials so someone accidentally gave my option of voting to my dad because they skimmed through our names 😂 i did asked my dad if this was planned regarding our names and he said no.

also, i saw a short animated of koko accidentally confessing to inupi and it made me wonder what happened to inupi in the bonten timeline and his relationship with koko.

oh don’t worry, i’m glad that you’re back & feeling better again! <3

yup, agreed

yep. my ex & i tried to love each other romantically and force the feelings, aaand it did not work out lol. in hindsight i’m amazed we managed to go 8 months lmao. funny story too bc we’re both aroace now so it was double stupid. we also didn’t talk at all for 2 years (bc i had them blocked afhjfhg) but we started talking again last week and it’s going great now that we’ve both grown and realised that we’re way better off as friends so i’m not too upset abt our past mistakes anymore lol. anyway, lesson learnt, forcing relationships or love does NOT work out, no matter how desperately you want it to. also agreed, relationships definitely need to be stable to move on bc if they’re not it just keeps getting harder to somehow make them stable (again).

yeah, true. i mean yes.. to be fair i’ve been playing for a really long time and for most of that i’ve been playing it daily so,, hoyoverse (i think i called the company mihoyo in my last reply? they used to be called mihoyo but changed their name to hoyoverse idk a year or so ago but i keep forgetting adhjf) now releases all of their games for both mobile & pc, and i think gi, hi3rd, and hsr are for ps4 & ps5 too? honestly not sure, i play them all on pc. ah yes, the switch port... i used to be kinda excited for it but i’ve lost hope for getting one soon (if ever) bc we were promised one two and a half years ago and nothing’s been done ever since 💀

funny thing my dad is a teacher at my school so he knows some of my teachers a bit & even is friends with one lol so i never really had any problems with our signatures after explaining why they’re so similar. idk abt other places but on the post here there’s always your full name so we never had problems with that. tho i’ve had a bunch of other teachers from my school text me on teams thinking they were texting my father bc our usernames on there (bc school) are almost the same afhjgfjshd

ah lol, that seems annoying

oh i think i know which animation that was bc i think i’ve seen it too! i personally hc that they went no contact or at least barely have any contact even if they’re both not really happy with that (especially koko) but they think it’s for the best. i just think inupi wouldn’t want any associations with criminals and koko wouldn’t want inupi to have associations with criminals bc of him either, so... tho that’s pretty sad afhjggfh but imo the most realistic version of them in bonten

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

please please please post another part of short prompt 36

Request #47

CW: blood, wounds (cuts & stabbing & broken bones), physical torture, implied character death.

HELLO!!! THE STORY IS ALIVE~!

And I pray that from now on, I will be able to update it at least once every two weeks.

NO PROMISES YET THO!

Enjoy! <33

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Servant groaned in their sleep as the sound of an alarm assaulted their ears. They kept their eyes squeezed tightly shut and burrowed their face into the soft warmth they were lying atop.

The annoying ringing of their phone faded out into nothingness as something gently began to pet their scalp, and a pleased hum slipped from their lips. The servant's mind began to wander back into dreamland. Their thoughts drifted upon a calm sea before a vague question filled their head.

Who exactly was petting them?

They half-heartedly pondered on that for a few seconds before a memory of last night slipped into their thoughts, turning them into a raging storm.

Last night.

Servant's eyes snapped wide open as they pushed themself up, a million apologies ready on their lips-

...

...

But they were alone. In their shitty bed... In their shitty room...

"...What?" - they looked around, puzzled as to what had happened, and quickly stumbled out of bed. Blinking the sleep out of their eyes, Servant grabbed a handheld mirror off their desk and inspected themself, looking for any signs of yesterday's endeavors.

But alas..., they found nothing. No bruises, no scratches, even their jaw wasn't aching or sore!

Their eyebrows pinched together in confusion and concern. "Had that been... just a dream?"

They frowned at the idea. It- It had felt so real! Surely, that couldn't be the case?

They desperately wanted to believe that. But their reflection showed no proof of it being anything but a fantasy. And as they took a little peek at their underwear...

"...Okay, so maybe it could've been a dream..." - Servant mumbled, checking their bedsheets and finding very similar stains on them. But now, this begged a new question.

"What the hell is wrong with me...?" - they said even more quietly, embarrassment heating up their cheeks. They couldn't help but hide their face in their hands as a pit of worry grew in their stomach. If Master ever found out about this... they'd be so fucked.

And not in the good way either!

The last guy that got handsy with Supervillain got his dick cut off and shoved up his own ass. Servant didn't want any of their parts to end up like that!

They felt the anxiety start to creep in, their insides twisting together in an unpleasant knot, and immediately forced themself to take some deep breaths. No, no. Everything would be alright. They would just... pretend nothing had happened! Yup.

It was... just a stupid dream, after all! They hadn't actually done anything! Supervillain had no reason to punish them!

...

Unless even thinking about stuff like that was enough of a transgression to-

NO, NO!

Calm...

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

In... and out...

Yes..., everything would be okay...

No need to panic...

...

...

...

Servant sighed. They could already tell that this would be a long day. And they could only hope that these weird feelings would go away as soon as they saw Master tear out some unfortunate soul's liver and eat it on the spot.

Or something horrifying like that in general... It happened pretty often around here.

"I'm really wasting too much time..." - the servant stretched their arms above their head, letting their joints pop pleasantly. They then moved to grab a fresh change of clothes before briskly jogging out of their room.

All the servants working in Supervillain's lair lived on the first underground floor. They were forced to share a variety of communal areas, such as the bathroom. Thankfully, however, their Master seemed to have enough mercy in their empty heart to separate the showers into little booths, providing some privacy.

Or perhaps, whoever designed and built the lair decided to have pity on them. Whatever the case may be, Servant thought that it didn't really matter as the dark wood beneath their feet turned into white and black tiles. A simple pattern was etched into the floor and walls, giving the place a bit more charm.

There was nobody else there yet, as per usual. Servant always woke up extra early, just in case they were needed. It had quickly become obvious to them that their Master didn't require sleep like everybody else. And because of that, they had a tendency to get unhappy if there was no one awake to serve them. And an unhappy Supervillain was a dangerous Supervillain.

"Not that they're safe to be around under any other circumstances." - Servant mused as they stripped free of their clothing, neatly folding it up and putting it aside on the sink, next to the clean change. Then, they inhaled deeply and braced themself before jumping into a cold shower.

Their body freaked out at the sudden change in temperature and demanded them to move. So, the servant uncomfortably wiggled in place, their breathing turning shallow as they adjusted. And once they could stand under the water without issue, they lathered themself up in soap, scrabbing vigorously to get rid of the dreamy feeling of Supervillain's touch.

It didn't work, unfortunately. Servant's skin refused to stop tingling at the fuzzy thoughts as they rinsed themself off. They grumbled in mild annoyance and shook their head, sending droplets of water into the air before drying off with a towel.

Once done with that, they quickly slipped into the clean clothes they had brought with them, brushed their hair, and checked themself out in a nearby mirror. Servant took a moment to practice their 'how may I be of service to you?' pose, standing straight and neatly folding their hands in front of themself. They let a neutral expression overtake their features and tilted their head from side to side. Satisfied with their self-examination, they nodded and smiled tiredly.

Concluding that they were ready, they threw the old clothes into the dirty laundry and made their way to the communal kitchen. Their footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, almost making them feel like there was a person following them. It was something that used to unnerve them, but they had grown accustomed to it over time.

Not like they had much of a choice anyway. Either you adjust to how weird the place is or just go nuts.

Servant pulled out two pre-made sandwiches from the fridge and scarfed them down in record time, more hungry than usual for some reason. "That dream really did a number on me, huh...?"

Satiated, for the time being, the servant took one more deep breath and headed upstairs. There wasn't much happening there either. Aside from a few standard guards praying for their night shift to finally be over, everything was quiet as usual.

Or, at least, it should've been.

A loud CRASH filled the hallway, quickly followed by a shriek of terror and rapid footsteps. Servant barely had any time to react as someone raced around the corner and headed straight for them.

The servant quickly stumbled back as the person tripped over their feet and fell face-first into the carpet. The stranger frantically lifted their head to get up, letting Servant see the long cuts on the side of their temple. They were bleeding profusely and making a mess that the servant would definitely be forced to clean up later.

However, that wasn't the worst part of it all, no. Of course, it couldn't just end there. The worst part was that Servant recognized them. Or rather, him. It was a hero from the middle ranks. A young male who went by the name FrozenStar.

The few guards around them moved to restrain him, and he scrambled to his feet, but as soon as FrozenStar's knees lifted off the floor, a dark hand shot out from the end of the hallway behind him and pinned him back down.

Everyone immediately backed away from the man, both the guards and servant knowing better than to intervene. They watched as the hero struggled to get away, squirming beneath the monster's unyielding grip. He cried out both pleas and tears, making the shadowy hand move up and grab him by the throat, effectively silencing him.

FrozenStar choked on strained sobs as he was lifted to his feet, the menacing but amused aura of Supervillain coming around the corner with a smile. They turned the hero around, forcing him to face them as they grinned down at him. "Thought you could get away, hmm~?"

The man shook his head as best as he could. Whether he was denying the claim or the reality he was in, Servant didn't know. Whatever the reason, they straightened up as their Master's gaze landed on them.

"Ah, Servant. Perfect~." - the master criminal purred. As they made eye contact, something odd glinted in their gaze, sending a rush of shivers through the human. The monster's sharp grin widened a little before stalking off back down the way they had appeared from. "Come."

The servant didn't dare say a word in objection and simply followed the order. They trailed after Supervillain, occasionally eyeing the hero as he futilely tried to dig his heels into the floor or claw at the monster's hand.

Servant could, however, quietly panic inside their own head as much as they wanted. "Oh, god, they know. They know something."

Their worries were returning again, making them question their Master's behavior. "But do they know that FrozenStar is an old friend of mine or...?"

"Or do they know about the dream?"

Meanwhile, as the servant was slowly having a nervous breakdown inside their mind, the hero continued to fight. The man's struggles only resulted in him getting his airway cut off completely until his body fell limp. The beast only allowed him a sliver of air that barely kept him conscious as the three of them traversed the halls. They took turn after turn, a staircase here and a door there, all the way, down to...

The torture room.

FrozenStar wanted to scream but couldn't as he was pushed into a metal chair. Bundles of rope floated over from a dark corner and swiftly tied him down at Supervillain's silent command.

Once moving was no longer an option for him, the supervillain finally let go of his neck, and the man gasped in a desperate breath. He coughed painfully as the much-needed oxygen brought his senses back into order.

Though... Perhaps it would've been better if he was out of it.

The wounds on FrozenStar's face stung as the salt from his tears and sweat got into them. He pressed himself into the chair, trying to get as far away from Supervillain as he could. "P-Please-"

"Ah-ah~!" - the monster playfully scolded, silencing him with a finger to his lips and making him freeze at the contact. "No speaking out of turn now~."

They leaned in closer, making the man shake in his restraints. "You wouldn't want to end up like your friends did yesterday, now would you?"

He shook his head, too terrified to speak up.

"Good..., good~..." - Supervillain purred quietly, patting FrozenStar's head as if he were a cute puppy, and leaned back. "I don't feel like getting blood on my suit today..."

"Well, at least, not too much of it." - the monster added with a nefarious smirk before the man could gain any hope. Then, they turned their attention to Servant, who had been silently watching the whole time.

The servant tensed up as the supervillain went to give them an order, their mouth opening to speak. However, not a word was able to leave them as the door to the torture room suddenly whipped open.

Supervillain instantly turned around with a nasty growl in their throat, their sclera flashing black for a second. They did not like to be interrupted. "Th͉̽i͎̎s b̺̍e̼̐t̼͛teŗ̿ b̠͋e̦͐ im̞͘p̲̍o̙̔rt͐ͅa͖̿n̙̏t."

The female guard that had just come in paused in terror, questioning her life decisions for a split second before remembering why she had come there in the first place. "M-My Lord, Villain has just arrived. H-He claims to have a meeting arranged w-with you...?"

The monster eased down at the mention of Villain's presence, though a light frown remained on their lips as they pulled their phone out of their pocket and checked something on it. They huffed in annoyance before shoving the device back where it belonged and muttered to themself. "Damned r̞͆aț infestation yesterday threw me off schedule..."

They turned to the guard again. "Take Villain to my office. Tell him I'll be there shortly."

"Y-Yes, my Lord." - the woman quickly fled the scene, glad to escape unscathed.

Supervillain, meanwhile, studied the captured hero once more. The man trembled in worry, fearing that he would be killed on the spot because his captor didn't have time for him. A stupid shred of hope made him horrified by the thought, making him think he still had a chance to get out of this alive.

The supervillain looked at Servant again and smiled. "Keep an eye on him for me, yes~?"

The servant gulped and bowed lightly. "O-Of course, Master."

With that, the monster left, off to deal with other business.

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...

...

The silence which followed felt horribly awkward to Servant, but luckily, FrozenStar made the first move and broke it.

"A-Assistant...?" - he carefully asked, side-eyeing them in uncertainty.

The servant cringed a little on the inside. "...It's uh... It's Servant now..., but yes."

...

...

...

"Untie me." - FrozenStar demanded more than pleaded, staring at them with something indiscernible in his gaze. "I- I can get us both out here if you-"

"No." - Servant cut them off, closing their eyes and turning away from him. "I can't do that."

"And why not?!" - he questioned, suddenly shouting in anger and surprising them. "'Cause, you're Supervillain's bitch now?!"

They visibly flinched at that and turned to him with wide eyes, sputtering in shock. "W-Wha-"

"Everybody saw what you did on that day! The whole fucking world saw it!" - he thrashed against his bindings, making the other take a cautious step back as he continued to shout. "You just- You just fucking gave in! Like that!"

Servant was not happy about the other's accusing tone, and a frown settled over their lips. It was their turn to get upset.

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?" - they asked back, voice slowly rising in volume. "Spit in Master's face and get myself killed?!"

FrozenStar's face twisted into disgust. "Master? You do that even when that thing isn't around to hear you?"

The servant wanted to rebuke but paused instead, suddenly remembering where they were, just who's lair this was. They straightened up with a deep, shaky breath, their eyes nervously flitting around the room for a moment. They hesitantly looked at the hero again. "...Master Supervillain hears everything, sees everything... I-It is not wise to speak ill of them behind their back."

Servant's eyes darted to the darker corners of the torture room, fearful that the monster would pop out of them any second now after being spoken about. The man beside them seemed to take notice of their stress and eased down a bit himself. Though, a bit of anger still bubbled up inside him.

"Assi- Servant..." - he started, more evenly this time. "Why did you betray us so easily?"

The servant's scowl grew, some venom sneaking into their tone. "I'm not a hero. I didn't betray anybody."

They had to take another breath, a shudder crawling down their spine as bad memories flooded their brain. "I never made any promise to die for this country. Not... Not like Superhero did..."

A shadow fell over FrozenStar's gaze. "The agency doesn't agree with you."

"I'm a civilian." - they argued, brows furrowing a little. "I never helped Superhero with any hero work out in the field. I only dealt with boring-ass paperwork and emails."

Servant started to get a bit heated again and had to physically struggle with their own brain to keep themself in check. "Hell, my contract even stated that I would be protected from any heroic/villainous activity that Superhero would be dealing with."

"That- That doesn't matter." - the man disagreed with them. Though, he was also starting to sound unsure of the words leaving him. "Y-You- You're a traitor."

The servant wanted to be angry but only slumped a bit tiredly. "...Is that really what you think of me, Star?"

He looked away from them but couldn't stop listening as they continued. "Things aren't very good right now... In the world and in general... And we haven't spoken in over a year now... but I still thought we were friends..."

FrozenStar gulped, one of his inner walls crumbling to the ground with guilt. "I... Hero's not happy."

"Hero?" - Servant's curiosity made them press.

The man nodded absentmindedly. "She... She claims that you... helped Supervillain capture Superhero..."

"Wha- THAT'S BULLSHIT!" - they couldn't help but explode for a second there, startling the hero. "I DIDN'T- ...I did no such thing."

The servant was seething anew at this point. "Hero's blaming me for all of this?!"

"Y-Yeah..." - FrozenStar confirmed, starting to feel bad when tears gathered in Servant's eyes. "She said that... you were just putting on an act during the uh... execution..."

They were quiet for a moment as they shook, trying to collect themself. These frustrations could wait until after their workday was over. The servant quickly wiped their eyes with their hands, a quiet sniffle leaving them.

"...Why?"

"I- I don't know..." - the man admitted, looking uncomfortable. "I think Hero's just... having a really rough time grieving..."

"A-Although, she hasn't been talking about that much lately!" - he added, trying to somehow cheer them up. "She's just been so busy planning-"

He cut himself off, freezing up in terror.

He shouldn't have said that.

Servant focused on him, lifting a brow. "Planning...?"

He shook his head, curling in on himself and staring down into his lap.

"S-Star, what is Hero planning?" - the servant tried again, walking over to him.

FrozenStar kept quiet but flinched as a hand landed on his shoulder. "Star, i-if you know something... You need to tell me."

The man refused again. "N-No, I don't-"

"Master Supervillain will get it out of you one way or another." - they interrupted frantically, their words making him shudder in fear. "And it- it's not going to be pleasant."

"No, I-!"

"You what?"

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...

The two humans froze. Servant was the first to react, quickly whipping around and straightening back up. FrozenStar, meanwhile, began to shake anew. Fresh tears were soon brewing in his eyes.

Supervillain leisurely strolled forward, the door soundlessly closing behind them. Their sharp eyes were glued to the captive hero, who avoided their gaze in terror, staring at the ground.

The monster leaned forward, putting a firm hand on his shoulder before whispering in his ear. "What. Is. Ȟ̯e̪͡ro͇͊. Planning?"

The man's mouth flapped open and closed like a fish's, unable to make a sound. He snapped his eyes shut and tensed up. Tilting his face away, he refused to answer.

He was quick to regret it as an agonized scream tore out of his throat, the claws lying on his shoulder digging deep into his flesh. His body was easily torn beneath the sharp tips, blood beginning to quickly pour from the wounds, staining whatever it touched.

Servant felt like they should avert their eyes, but at the same time, the sight of gore no longer bothered them. Perhaps it was that leftover twinge of worry for an old friend that had them continue watching... That had them foolishly hoping he would be alright in the end...

FrozenStar sobbed as his injured muscles spasmed from the pain, more tears spilling down his face. "P-Please-"

Another cry left him as the pressure around his shoulder increased, a loud crack of bone sounding through the room. The man heaved in a sharp breath before the claws were quickly ripped out of him with a loud squelch. It stole the handful of air from his lungs.

He could barely make a sound, the pain pulsing through his nervous system overwhelming his body and thought process. He was just barely able to register that another touch appeared on his flesh, Supervillain's hand beginning to glide towards one of his eyes...

"W-Wait! I'll talk! I-I'll talk!"

He snapped out of it... and broke.

The supervillain chuckled, teasing the skin around FrozenStar's clenched shut eyes. "Aww... That quickly?"

They smeared some blood down his face before patting his cheek. "What would your mentor think of you if she found out you betrayed her so quickly~?"

FrozenStar opened his mouth to respond but paused. He... He had never said anything about his mentor being... "H-How did they-?!"

His gaze momentarily met with Servant's, who did not look surprised at all and only met him with a grim understanding. The hero hesitantly returned his focus to the monster and jumped at the expecting look they were giving him.

"W̨̽el̞̆l̺͘?"

"I- I..." - the man stuttered, the adrenaline pumping through his veins making him momentarily forget about his wounds. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat and began explaining. "H-Hero is... planning a m-massive invasion."

"Oh?" - they inquired, pressing him on.

"S-She's trying to gather every hero in the country, a-and have them attack... your lair... a-all at once..." - FrozenStar said, trembling under the other's gaze. "S-She's confident that... she'll... be able to b-beat you..."

"Interesting..." - Supervillain grinned. They absentmindedly tapped their fingers on the hero's broken shoulder. "And how many of you pests have agreed to Hero's little suicide mission so far~?"

The man gulped, nervous beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. "A-About t-two hundred thousand..."

The monster's chest rumbled in a purr, excitement shining in their eyes. "So many rats to exterminate... I might have to bring out the hounds and let them play too~."

"H-Hounds?" - he couldn't help but squeak out the question, freezing up when he remembered the earlier warning about speaking out of turn.

Supervillain grinned a little too widely at that before calming down with an amused huff, letting the slip-up slide. "O̜̕h͙,͚ d̮͆ö̻n'̟̊t w̥͑ō̧r̟̈́ry yǒ͕ur pr͖̓e̡͋t̺͂t̟͒y͇͘ h͖̐ead ab̯͞o̪̊u͚͗t͖͞ tḩ̌a͓̓t̲̋~."

They patted FrozenStar's head in mock affection again, their next words making a pit form in his stomach. "Ỳ͔o̰̓u̙͠'̙̀ll g̲̀et͎͌ tǒ̬ m̺̈́eet͉͆ them͓̀ soo̻͝n͓̉ e͍̿n̤̑o͇͌ug̣͘ḫ̒."

The hero's breath caught in his throat, his pupils dilating in terror. "...W-What...? N-No..."

"NO! NO!" - he began to scream and thrash as shadowy arms rose from the ground, roughly grabbing on before slowly dragging him down into the floor. The man and the chair he was tied to disappeared into a small pool of darkness, his cries quickly vanishing alongside the shadows. "NO, PLEASE! WAIT! NO-!"

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...

Silence overtook the room right after. Servant nervously looked at where FrozenStar just was, something hurting in their chest, even after the earlier argument.

Supervillain's attention turned to them, and they kept their gaze on the floor as the monster approached them. The servant didn't get to avoid their Master for long, as their chin was grabbed and tilted up, forced to make eye contact.

There was something dangerous shining in Supervillain's gaze this time, a mocking grin on their lips, sneering. "W͎͑ò͚r̖͐ried̯͘ ab̛̯out̳̚ you̟͒r̘̐ l̫͛it̜͘tl͈͊e̥͂ f̼͞r̢̃i̦̊e͚͆nd̘͋?"

Servant gulped and tried to keep their voice even. "N-No, Master."

The monster huffed, unconvinced. Their hand trailed down the side of Servant's face, long fingers smoothly gilding over the side of their neck, raising goosebumps across their skin for more reasons than just fear. The beast's sharp claws briefly teased at the human's throat before they were let go of.

A warning that felt too enjoyable for the servant to be classified as a sane person.

Sparing Servant one last glance, the master criminal stalked out of the room, leaving them alone. They took in a shaky breath as Supervillain's dark presence disappeared down the hall, off to terrorize somebody else.

The servant's eyes momentarily fell over to where FrozenStar just was one more time. Their gaze lingered on that spot nervously, eyebrows pinching together with an anxious frown.

Fascinating..., how easily Servant's silly little dream had made them forget just who they were working for...

[jensen-ackles-girl]

Author’s Note: This is the first story I've posted on here, bare with me guys I've been trying to work on my writing it's not that good so please don't hate on my grammar or spelling errors I'm trying! I hope you like

(I've decided to make this a series so hope you guys like it)

Pairing: Jared x SisterReader! , Genevieve x Reader (mentioned), jensen x reader (mentioned) , jensen x reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Jared padalecki they both grew up in San Antonio, Texas they both have good acting jobs both live in Austin, Texas so when the opportunity of a lifetime comes to Y/N to fly to Vancouver to be apart of supernatural

Warnings: Fluff,Some cussing,Family

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Chapter 4

Cliff arrived at set a few minutes later it didn't take long for him to arrive he turned the car off and got out to open their door for them she was the first to get out "thank you cliff" he nodded at her "your welcome miss Y/N" she smiled and waited for Jared to get out when, cliff had informed them that he was going to wait around awhile for them to get finished but Jared protested "no cliff you go on home" he looked a little worried about that "are you sure I can always stay here and wait" Jared shook his head "no you go on he it's okay we'll be fine here" they went back and forth a few more minutes before they came to the a agreement, That they would call him if they needed too and he agreed to that.

So the two start to walk to set after saying there goodbyes to cliff, Jared looked over at her "you nervous" he asked, she nodded "yeah a little bit" he smiled and patted her shoulder showing he was there for her, "Trust me sis you'll do great" she smiled up at him "thank you jar I needed that I just hope I'll be good enough for this role" he looked at her in disbelief "did you just say that trust me you are perfect for this role or they wouldn't have hired you in the first place" she sighed "yeah I guess your right" he chuckled a bit "I'm always right" this made her laugh "yeah yeah" she smiled at him.

He smiled back at her then a PDA person walked up to them "oh good your here we need Y/N in hair and makeup and jared in wardrobe" they both nodded and went there separate ways she made her way to hair and makeup and as she walked in she saw jensen Ackles setting in one of the chairs,she walked over and sat in the empty one she's met him before a couple of times actually he was very nice and welcoming, jensen looked over at her and smiled "hey you it's nice to see you again" she smiled over at him "hey Jen it's nice too see you again as well" he smiled "how have you been it's been awhile" she smiled and nodded "yes it has been but I'm fine how have you been" he smiled again "I've been pretty good myself", "that's good" he nodded as the makeup crew finished up his makeup.

They put setting spray on so the makeup wouldn't run and told him he was all good too go he nodded and got up from his chair "well it was good seeing you again I'll see you in a minute I'm assuming" he chuckled as he said it. This made her chuckle as well as she glanced over at him for a second and smiled "yeah you too I'm sure I'll see you on set at some point" she let out another chuckle which caused him to chuckle along with her. He nodded "yup I'll definitely see you on set then" he made his way out of the makeup trailer as the makeup crew continued their work they soon got done with her and put some finishing touches on her and sent her on her way the PDA grabbed her and took her to wardrobe it was there where she got ready then they took her way to set.

Y/N was dressed in her Blair Singer outfit that was the role she would be playing the daughter of Bobby and Karen singer a skilled hunter that would often go on hunts with her dad Bobby or her dad's friend John Winchester when he needs it. Her dad had volunteered her to go one time when his boys where busy on there own hunt she didn't want to go at first because she wasn't exactly a fan of John Winchester. But she but did end up going and it went smooth and they where back in know time. This lead her to start helping the Winchester brothers sam and dean on there hunts as well.

When she got to set she saw jensen standing there in his dean costumes she smiled walking over to him "hey" he smiled over at her "hey" she looked over beside jensen and realized there was a man standing beside him she has seen him before on the show playing Bobby singer but she had never met him before "meet your dad" he jokes, this made her laugh as jensen introduced her to Jim Beaver the two talked for a few minutes getting to know a little bit about each other. Jared had finally made his way to set shortly after dressed in his Sam Winchester look.

Y/N smiled when she saw him "hey it's about time you got here" this made jensen laugh from beside her jared laughed as well "yeah yeah took awhile" she smirked "if you cut your hair it wouldn't" she giggled as jared shot her a look "don't joke about my hair" this made jensen laugh again "he is very curious about his hair" he finally spoke up" she nodded "that he is indeed" he nodded "anyways" Jared spoke up "you ready for your first seen" y/n nodded "yup as ready as I'll ever be" jared planted a comforting kiss to y/n head as she smiled "like I said missy you'll do great". This made jensen smile as he patted her shoulder comfortingly "you know he's right you will". This made y/n smiled and nod "thank you both I appreciate that so much I also needed that". They both smile as the director took his position in his chair getting everyone's attention as he got ready to start.

This was it, it was now or never she thought as she got into position ready to start she was nervous but also confident in herself.

Tags:@supraveng

(the long awaited new chapter sorry it took so long I lost motivation to write but I got it back hopefully 😂)