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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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not enough trust to believe (not enough feeling to care) | a. shinonome

✮ tags ; fem!reader (usage of she/her towards reader + mentioned to wear make-up), established relationship, making-up, jealousy, hurt/comfort, light angst / happy ending, aged-up characters (this is sfw), single suggestive comment at the end.

✮ wc ; 4k (how.. literally what happened.)

✮ a/n ; the minute i touch that app a demon takes over and i end up daydreaming about this mf and toya . peace and love i feel insane. also for what its worth i do think adult akito is very good at communicating his emotions in comparison to now so if u find him ooc my apologies.

title from rental by brockhampton. shoutout if u know what manga this panel is from lol. also if ur a minor please do not follow me. u r welcome to read.

"Y'know, Akito - you're being a bit of a hypocrite right now."

"Shut up, Toya." Akito grumbles, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the bastard you're currently giggling with "I'm not."

An laughs from the other side of the room.

"You so are being a hypocrite right now," An threads her fingers through Kohanes hair, the other currently seated on the floor while she styles it "What was it you said? It's nothing to get jealous over so don't worry."

"Akito-kun, it's not good to be dishonest."

"Kohane-san, you're being corrupted. I can't believe you'd join these two on this."

Kohane shakes her head.

"I'm not being anything. It's just not right."

An wraps her arms around Kohane's shoulders from above, chin resting on her head. Akito sighs, leaning his head back on the wall behind him with his eyes still closed - only bothering to open them again when another giggle falls from your lips. This time it turns into full blown heart eyes from that corny bass-playing bastard.

Akito Shinonome is not jealous alright? He isn't. So, this reaction is not by any means hypocrisy.

VIVID BAD SQUAD has officially been on tour for 6 months. This is their first international tour of their career, after releasing their first studio album. It was received well in Japan but surprisingly had more of an audience overseas. So, they'd been performing all over North America with another band.

You've been apart of the VIVD BAD SQUAD team for quite some time before then, working as a roadie for tours back home. Akito has been dating you for well-over a year, and so far - its been great. He gets to see you often and manages to sneak you onto the performers tour bus sometimes. He likes not having to be apart, even if he is incredible busy. A little is better than nothing at least.

A few months ago, the two of you got into a bit of a spat. You'd told Akito that you think he gets a little too friendly when girls come to meet him backstage. Went on a whole spiel about understanding his career and persona, that he doesn't need to be cold but that you wish he put a little more distance between them.

Akito had retaliated with the fact it's nothing to worry about. He's loyal to you and him being friendly isn't anything meaningful. You were upset about this reply and the two of you got pretty intense.

It took Kohane and An's intervention and plenty of convincing to get you two back on good terms - with An promising that she'd keep and eye out and scold Akito properly. You started talking again after that at least, and things went back to normal.

But nothing had really gotten resolved. You still seemed to feel upset every time he'd act too familiar with fans and Akito still didn't see it as a problem. To him it was just a fake part of the persona, and he didn't think it was like you to get so jealous about something like that.

Then, a few months ago - word got out that the bassist of the band they're traveling with has a crush on you.

FLASHBANG, a smaller indie rock band that everyone on tour is very fond of and a perfect addition to their set list. Both bands are friendly with one another. He'd assumed the news of their bassist having a crush on you was nothing more than some rumor. He just couldn't believe it having met them.

Sure, not everyone knew you two were dating but surely Akito would've noticed that before. He just wanted to double check.

It's been weeks now, and he's sure. Hiroaki Miura, bassist pretty boy, has a fucking crush on you. It's so obvious he has no idea how he didn't pick up on it before. He has no idea how you haven't picked up on it either.

He'd mentioned it to you just last week, just to see. You laughed a bit, but asked if he wanted you to stop hanging out with him as much or if there was anything you could do - all while assuring you didn't think that was the case.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, I can put some distance between us. Miura-kun isn't interested in me at all, though - I don't think. We're just good friends, we went to school together."

Ultimately he said that wasn't necessary. Akito stares at the two of you together now and scoffs. Haah. Good friends because you went to school together? He's practically making googly eyes at you.

"Looks like they're coming over here," Toya mumbles. Akito closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep, eye twitching when he hears Toya exhale.

"Hey, guys - great show! The duets today were just so vocally smooth and—oh shit, is he asleep?"

He hears An laugh and forces himself not to react. "Yeah. He was exhausted after today."

"Oh, really? Some sleep will be good then." The affection in your voice is so obvious he temporarily forgets whats happening until another, much more annoying voice comes through.

"You guys going straight back to the tour bus tonight?"

"Yeah, probably." Toya confirms.

"Ah, okay cool. We," He pauses, and Akito can only assume he's gesturing to you "Are gonna go check out a manga pop-up that's open here a few blocks down."

"Just the two of you?" An asks, very obviously barely holding in a laugh.

"Oh no, Eta-san is coming with us."

"Y'know, I wanted to go alone with you," Miura says, and Akito really thinks about waking up and hitting him "But Eta really wanted to come so I couldn't say no."

"I like how honest you are with your feelings, Miura-kun. Very refreshing."

"I don't have anything to hide," He insists, and Akito feels his hand clench "It was just nice we ended up tour together. We haven't seen each other since highschool so I thought I should make the most of our time together."

"I don't remember you being so sentimental. I actually remember you bullying me more than anything."

"Hey, quit it! I wasn't bullying you, i-it just came out wrong. I'm not good with my words and all."

"I know," You say completely good-naturedly. Akito knows objectively you're being friendly and thinking nothing of it. He knows that this is nothing to be bothered over and that you've been nothing but loyal. But god he’s annoyed."You would make fun of me then turn around and lend me your stuff. After I figured out you weren't a bad guy I wasn't scared of you."

"You guys have quite the history," Toya comments. You laugh.

"Yeah, I guess so. We lost touch after I moved for my internship so it feels like a big coincidence! Always good to see old friends."

Before any more conversation happens, another staff member calls Miura for whatever reason - leaving you alone. Akito keeps his eyes closed, hearing Toya sigh for a second time.

"Should I tell Akito where you went?"

"Oh, would you? That'd be great, thanks. I figure he wouldn't want to come, or else I'd invite him and go together."

"Why do you think that?" Kohane asks.

"I'm not blaming him or anything! I just don't think he'd be very enthusiastic about it, that's all. I don't want to force him. Me and Miura-kun bond over this stuff, Eta-san too."

"I'm sure he'd be happy to get to spend time with you," Toya assures. He can't see you but he can hear the insecurity seeping through your voice and something in him starts to bend.

"I know, but you know. It's weird lately with tour and all. I think getting my mind off it would help."

"Oh, no." An sighs. Akito's chest tightens "You poor thing."

"Oh stop that, I'm fine! Getting some air will be nice though, you know? For both of us maybe. I did want to tell him myself though."

"It'll be fine, I'll make sure."

"Thanks, Aoyagi-kun.

"And just so you know, Akito-kun really loves you!"

"Of course. I have no reason to feel stuffy about it. Just makes me wonder if I should still be apart of the picture if that's part of his career, no? Dating would hinder that."

"Don't think like that." Toya interjects. You laugh but even Akito can hear how sad you sound. He had no idea you'd even been thinking that.

"I'll try just for you. Now all of you, stop moping over my silly dating problems okay? It was an amazing show today!! Cheer up and I'll see you guys later."

"Where are you going now?"

"Gonna wait backstage for Miura-kun."

"Have fun," Kohane says last. You laugh brightly and assure you will before your footsteps trail off and get lost in the music. When you're gone, Toya punches him in the shoulder - hard enough to hurt a little.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

"You're such a jackass," An says seriously, shaking her head.

"I told you that it was gonna be a problem that you acted like that when we're a duo," Toya reprimands seriously. Akito can't do much to counter it "You should talk to her properly."

"About what," Akito grumbles "It is part of the gig. It doesn't mean anything to me."

"Oh my god, you're so clueless!" An says, exasperated, startling him "It bothers you this much that she's talking to Miura-kun but she should just deal with it when random girls act like to you all the time?"

"An-chan, don't get too mad."

"If I don't no one will! Did you see how sad she looked! She was even trying to be all understanding. That's not fair to her at all."

"...I also understand Akito-kuns view. But if that's the case, then that doesn't mean that she needs to tolerate it, right?"

"What are you saying, Kohane-san?"

She shakes her head.

"I just mean she doesn't have to continue if it's hard for her. If it's not something you can change, then she shouldn't endure it forever, right?"

“What the hell? Are you saying we should break-up?”

“Maybe. If it can’t be resolved, then isn’t unfair to expect her to always endure it?”

“That’s a mature way of looking at, Kohane-san.” Toya comments. Akito shoots him a dirty look. Toya shrugs, unbothered.

“Her and Miura-kun are a good match. They have a good atmosphere and Miura-kun doesn’t care about things like that,”

Akito sits up in frustration, nearly grabbing Toya by the collar.

“Don’t fuck with me.”

“Think about whats best for her in the long run.”

Akito stands to his feet, glare hardened but Toya doesn’t budge at all. He doesn’t have to listen to this shit.

"This and that isn't the same. It's work to me, that's it."

"Everything that she and Miura-kun do is strictly platonic to her. She's not flirting with him, and it's not her fault if he has a crush on her. She even offered to stop seeing him if it made you uncomfortable."

Akito stays silent at that.

"But what about you? You just immediately dismissed it because it's part of her job and didn't even apologize to her later. You seriously think that's fair?"

He sighs at that, and shakes his head.

"I'm leaving."

Toya shakes his head once Akito is out of ear shot.

"So stubborn."

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It’s close to midnight and you haven’t returned to the tour bus.

Akito knows its stupid to worry but knowing you were out with that goon all day is grating on his nerves. So he’s been waiting. Pacing around and smoking cigarettes, going in and out - he even texted you couple times to check in. You responded with pictures of your items, and selfies.

You had a long day, you drank a bit, you'd be back to the bus soon, you miss him. All in a row.

The longer the time goes on, the dumber Akito feels.

He leans on the bus as he waits on his phone, fingers growing cold. He hears you before he sees you, the sound of quiet giggling followed by a loud laugh. Akito's head snaps up almost immediately.

He hasn't seen you since the afternoon, but you changed. You're wearing your going-out outfit and it looks like you've put on some makeup too, smudged and worn. Eta is between you both as you carry her - Miura just has lovesick as when Akito saw him last. His stomach drops a little.

But the feeling is washed away when you brighten, eyes landing on him. You wave with a bag in your hand and Akito waves back. He waves to Miura too, if only to be polite.

"Akito-kun," Miura is the first talk as all three of you approach "What are you doing here?"

"There was some stuff about tomorrow set we needed to talk about," Akito says, gesturing to you. You blink owlishly.

"Just for you guys? Not FLASHBANG?"

Akito nods. You hum, then look over at Miura.

"Will you be okay taking Eta-san?"

Miura nods.

"Of course. I can't believe she drank so much in the first place, but I oughta to walk her back to our bus." Miura says as you off-load the weight on your shoulder "I'll see you again for tomorrow. Had a lot of fun today."

You giggle, clearly a little tipsy as you give Miura a thumbs-up. "Me too. See you tomorrow!"

Miura laughs a little before turning the corner, mumbling some light reprimanding to the drunk Eta before going on his way. Akito waits until both parties have disappeared - all the way out of ear shot before he looks at you with clear eyes.

If he's come to any conclusion it's this one - Akito doesn't want to break up with you.

He can't give up his career either, and maybe that's selfish. Maybe that's the whole problem. He can't pick. He thought about it, whether or not breaking up would be the right solution. He landed on maybe. Rationally he understands it. But it makes him angry just to think about it.

Akito stares at you as you hold your bag in comfortable silence and look at him. Wide, honest eyes - so dazzling he can hardly breathe. He reaches forward and cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, smoothing his thumb underneath your eye.

"You're back late," He murmurs, though it's not accusatory "What were you doing?"

"Well, a new store opened up at the mall in Tokushima, a bookstore that had a little pop-up for an anime Miura-kun likes. So we shopped around for a while, then stopped to see a movie, then went to an izakaya to drink a bit."

"Did you drink a lot?" He says, gentle as he holds you "You're gonna get a migraine."

"I had 2 mixed drinks. They had shochu in them but it wasn't very strong. Some water will sober me up." You pause inbetween your words, brows furrowing "What happened with the set list?"

"I was lying," Akito admits without thinking twice. You look surprised and he laughs "I just wanted us to be alone."

You tug on the lapel of his jacket weakly "I said I'd put some distance between us if it made you uncomfortable."

"It's not that," And it's true. Akito just really, really needed to be with you alone for a while "I was getting grilled earlier."

"From who?'

Akito rolls his eyes "Who else but Toya?"

You giggle.

"What was he grilling you about?"

"...You," Akito answers after some time "Us."

A beat of silence passes.

"Were you really thinking about breaking up?"

You look a little startled before looking away and something in him is crushed.

"Is that what he told you?"

"It's what it sounded like," Akito replies back. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it "Do you?"

"It's not that I want to,"

"Then what is it?"

'We're gonna go around in circles again," You say through a wet-laugh, like you're already gonna cry again. Akito fucked up bad. He brings your free hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently.

"We wont this time, swear."

"I know it's just work to you. It doesn't bother me all the time, either - like sometimes it doesn't bug me at all. But then, it's like, if I can't handle this much, maybe we should break up," You explain carefully and slowly, not trying to be too harsh at any point "I don't want to resent you or get in the way of your career, y'know. I know you're not gonna cheat on me. I'm a little insecure about it, but tough shit you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"It just...I dunno. It feels bad to watch you flirt with your fans, but if it's work for you than that makes it a me problem right?" You say thoughtfully, a sad but gentle look in your eyes "I don't know if I can handle that. So maybe, it's better to nip it in the bud now before things get serious."

"Aren't they serious already?"

"Yeah, but it's not like we're married. Or public. Like this, it's a normal break-up. It'll be awkward for a bit. But we get through it and things go back to how they were."

"It sounds like you don't take this seriously." Akito says, accusatory. You sigh and shake your head.

"That's not true at all. If you mattered to me in any less, it might be easier. Like if I loved you just a bit less, I could come up with a better solution," You hum. Akito believes it more than anything, that you love him. Even knowing doesn't make everything better "I love you and I know that your career is the most important thing to you. I would never want to make you choose."

"So what? You just cut yourself out of the equation so I don't have to?"

Where Akito expects you to disagree, you laugh and nod your head.

"Yeah. At least we'd be on good terms that way."

Akito stares at you in disbelief. He's partially angry, and partially devastated. He knows what you're saying, and it makes sense rationally. Logically at least. It's a problem with no good outcomes, like if there's already a stalemate - whose to say things will get better. It's in character for you to think like that. Where Akito is hard-headed and passionate, you're calm and analytical. To overthink to such an extent, to think so seriously about your futures. Both Akito's future and yours.

But it's not what he wants. His career is important, of course it is. What he's built is important. But does that mean he has to give up on you?

When Akito reflects on it, he doesn't think your original ask was that hard to fulfill. It hurts the worst to know that. Had he heard you out properly the first time, thought about it a little more - it'd be clear that it's nothing that serious.

Nothing worth making you worry over. Nothing worth making you question your entire relationship over.

But he didn't do that the first time, and now he's stuck listening to you think of all the ways things could go worse from here. It's his fault, really, for not thinking about it. He's always been this way about his career.

"You've been thinking about this a lot." He says first, almost paralyzed. You laugh humorlessly.

"I was going to wait until tour was over to talk about it."

"...Cause you were worried about how I'd perform."

"You're an important part of my salary," You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

"...Man this feels like shit,"

"Sorry."

"No, not it's not that. It's not your fault."

"It's not yours either."

"But it is," He says, exasperated with himself "If I would've just fucking... heard you out a few months ago. You wouldn't have been thinking about all this. If I had just done something then,"

"I don't see it like that, Akito."

"I know but it doesn't matter, cause it's my fucking fault anyway." He looks at you seriously. Shit, he almost wants to cry. "I don't want to break-up with you. I'm really sorry."

"A-akito?"

"I'll stop flirting with the girls who come to meet us. And I'll announce our relationship after I talk with the managers a bit,"

"A-akito, you really don't have to—"

"My career, music, everything we've built so far is important to me," Akito looks at you seriously, hoping it all comes out right. That everything comes through the way he intends "But shit, so are you. You're not...less important to me than any of that."

You stay silent, like you're in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Fuck—god, yes of course. I'm sorry. I really screwed up this time. I don't want to break up. I want to be with you, for a long time. Longer than this."

"I'm gonna cry." You say with a warbly laugh.

"Don't cry," Akito mumbles, pulling you into his arms. He hears you sniffle as he tucks your face against his chest, his arms around you tightly as he comforts you "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I love you,"

He presses a kiss to your head, looking at your tear-stained face with a sigh. He leans forward, knocking your foreheads together before littering kisses along your cheeks and face until you laugh again. He finds himself smiling too, before another somber wave of emotion washes over him.

"I'm sorry for being a shithead," He says with a sigh "An called me a jackass and I can't believe I have to agree with her."

You laugh "I don't think you're a jackass."

"You totally should though," Akito says back "I was pissed off the whole day."

"Really? Why?"

"Why do you think?

You look genuinely confused for a minute before something seems to click.

"Was it because of Miura-kun?"

"Yeah. Fucking walking around so lovey-dovey, making googly eyes at you."

You smile impishly "He confessed to me earlier today."

Akito stiffens immediately.

"What?!"

"Yeah. We were in an alley and waiting for Eta-san and he just... told me outright."

"...And then what?"

You roll your eyes "Of course I accepted and now we live together, happy ever after." Your sarcasm bleeds through your words as you flick Akito's forehead "Obviously I rejected him gently and said I was seeing someone."

"And then?"

"And then he asked who, and I said and then he was silent for a while before tearing up a little." You reply thoughtful, fond smile on your face "He said he wishes he did it in highschool and I comforted him for a bit. Guy cheered up really fast,"

"Seriously?"

"Congrats on being right," You lean into Akito, wrapping your arms around his waist "He bounced back after a drink or two and it hasn't been awkward at all. He can't hide his feelings for shit so I'm sure he's fine."

"Seriously? It's over just like that?"

"He's a positive guy and he doesn't dwell on things. Kind of dopey you know? Pure-hearted to a fault, the only thing he's really smart at is music and sports."

"So he's over it? There's no way."

"I wouldn't say he's over it," You say thoughtfully "More that he just accepts things as they are. I'm not into him so that's that. But we're still friends, and that won't change any time soon. I hope that's okay."

Akito widens his eyes.

"I mean, yeah it's fine - I guess I feel better about this way but. I mean, shit."

"I thought you'd be celebrating a little more."

Akito scoffs.

"He's still gonna make those stupid heart eyes at you, just not in front of me."

"He does not do anything of the sort!"

"Oh yes he definitely does. Ask Toya if you don't trust me."

"Maybe I will." You reply, sticking your tongue out.

"Ask him when we get to our bus."

"...Is that okay? Did you ask your manager?"

He laughs again, holding you close a second time. He tilts your chin up towards him, placing a kiss on your lips.

"Don't care," He says brazenly "I need you with me tonight."

"That sounds dirty, Akito."

"Oh, it is baby," He teases, turning his voice low "Try not to be too noisy. Kohane-sans a light sleeper."

#akito shinonome x reader #akito x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsekai x reader #writing tag

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ren-shonen · 1 year

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Returning fire: time to Be Seen friendo

"There's A Lot Going On Actually And It Can Get Messy" is a favorite genre

Likes blue as a motif color (for various symbolic reasons but if I had to pick one, maybe a hint at the ever lingering sense of feeling "blue"/lonely that they just can't shake?)

Very inspired by music, but especially lyrics

Drawn to characters who are "fishes out of water" so to speak, whether they're in a different physical environment from where they grew up, or in a new social circle/status that they're not used to having (shoutout to Rhenbraen for ending up in BOTH types at once)

Also characters who struggle with the balance between maintaining their independence and leaning on others for help/support

Symbolic 👏 Locations 👏 and/or Landmarks 👏👏 (whether for in-game screenshots like FFXIV or fanfic settings for characters to meet up at)

(Much like you did I kinda cheated for some of these since we've talked about favorite themes and motifs before but I can point to your writing entries and go "Right there, Exhibit A")

(Hello! This lovely ask prompted an absolute ramble, but since I intend to reblog this to my FFXIV blog also, I must apologize in advance for not putting this under a readmore)

A Lot Going On: You're SO right. 😅 I do like the layers, and I like peeling them back.

blue: Yes, I sure do end up with a lot of OCs with blue theming, don't I? Also, I had it pointed out once that blue shows up more than once in my BNHA fics, specifically as the color of the sky in the early morning, before sunrise. I promptly went "y'know.... huh" because I associate that time of day with having been up all night and, yeah, with a certain deep loneliness or sometimes solitude (perhaps funnily, my motif color for myself is red!)

lyrics: very yes. Especially lyrics. Almost all of my BNHA fics and FFXIV writings have a song associated with them, and several of the fics have lyric titles (as is tradition XD)

fish out of water: You're on to something here for sure, because this is true of very many of my FFXIV characters!

I suspect this may stem primarily from my enjoyment of Putting Characters in Situations that they then have to deal with, and being far from home and the familiar is a great way to do that. FFXIV's setting also makes it easy (practically necessary) to do this with any character whose lore origins place them outside of Eorzea, since they'd have to have a reason to travel there. As a result, I often employ it as a plot device to "shake things up" — like the most minor version of the isekai trope, perhaps. So I'd say it's less "drawn to" and more "tend to deliberately engineer," lol!

It may amuse you to know that Rhenbraen actually was very firmly embedded in their home environment for a BIG initial chunk of their story, and trying to figure out how to maneuver things so they would leave it was a major undertaking. (They were so stuck. SO stuck.)

...arguably, "being forced out of one's home environment" in my writing is usually a spur toward growth and positive change, even if it comes with significant growing pains.

Relatedly, I do have a personal theme of "you can't go home again" that shows up for almost all of my OCs, even the ones who have literally returned to their home environments.

I'm not sure if this also shows up in my BNHA stuff. I think there, it's more general sense of the world changing around the characters, and changing the characters, too? of time continuing and bringing with it new circumstances and situations, some of which are painful? Like Izuku having to confront being touch-starved for the first time when he moved into the dorms ("Distance and Weight"), which is a not-uncommon teenage/young adult experience. Now that I think about it, that's a good example of the second type you talked about (different social circumstance).

independence/support: oooh that's a fun one to ponder. (I wonder if I have any characters who lean toward the be-supported side? Maybe Renan? Zedyr?) Definitely shows up as a prominent theme in my BNHA stuff, though, at least on the "trouble asking for help" side. *cough*Izuku*cough*

landmarks: ooh interesting one. You know, this one actually is a bit personal/about me as the writer, even if I'm not totally sure it reaches beyond Rhenbraen's symbolic attachment to the Lominsan lighthouse (have to think about that one! but it feels right....) I'll message you to tell you more about the specifics. :D

#long post #meme #answers #author hints asks #n r chatter #bamboorocket #thank you SO much for sending this in it totally made me think

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dawnagustd · 2 years

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peaches || jjk

↠ title: peaches ↠ pairing: jungkook x black!female reader ↠ genre: smut | fwbs | boxer kids/legacies | secret relationship ↠ summary: Jungkook can’t keep his hands to himself, or his mouth. ↠ rating: 18+ ↠ word count: 1k ↠ warnings: strong language | suggestive language | reader with the cake I wish I had lol | Jungkook is nastyyy(with motherfucking 3 y’s) | pussy eating(from the back) | ass eating | she twerks on Jungkook’s face | face riding | grinding | spanking/ass slapping | Jungkook obviously loves some ass | overstimulation | light hair pulling | clit biting ↠ author’s note: Oops! I dropped something. So, I was talking with a reader about this and she was like, “please do a black!reader”(okay it wasn’t said that nicely but that’s my homegirl so I let her bully me into writing this). I did try to stop myself though. But @sweetestofchaos and @jjksblackgf put their feet on the gas and said go for it. That’s how we got here. I honestly wanted an excuse to write a black reader with locs anyway so I thought adding my own twist to boxer!jk would be perfect. Also, shoutout to @btsgotjams27 for bringing the prompt on our radar.

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“Jungkook, maybe you should stop now before you get hard,” you suggest, leaning against the ropes as you bite into your peach.

Jungkook continues to take light jabs at your ass to watch it jiggle while whispering, “too late.” Only five minutes ago, he was trying to pull you into the locker room, but unfortunately, you’re strict about following your trainer’s orders.

He knows there won’t be any sex until he knocks out his next opponent.

You hear him remove his gloves and toss them before he comes closer.

“I can’t help it,” he groans, stopping only to press his boner against you. “It’s so soft and juicy.”

His lips tease your ear while you squirm and try to look around for any employees that may still be here at this hour. If anyone found out that the Jeon’s son was fucking the daughter of one of the greatest boxers in the world, a skilled fighter herself, they’d use it against him during trash talk in the ring.

You scoff. “And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t be looking at it. You need to stay focused.”

“I am. But it’s hard; I’m starving. Gimme a bite.”

You turn your peach on the unbitten side and bring it to his lip, but Jungkook shakes his head instead of eating your fruit.

“Nah, I wasn’t talking about that peach,” he smirks.

“Then what—”

Oh.

Jungkook’s reaches between you, and he grabs your ass. Your hand covers your mouth to keep the squeak you let out confined. Your food falls to the floor when he begins to massage your flesh. It turns out this fast isn’t only affecting him.

“I wanna taste you,” he whispers through his mischievous smile.

“We can’t. What about your fight?”

“Last time I checked, I have a fight coming up, not you,” he reasons. “Which means I’m not allowed to catch one… But you definitely can.”

Fuck.

His bulge is wedged between your cheeks, causing you to have thoughts you know you shouldn’t be having.

“I can drop to my knees right now and—”

“Jeon,” you warn.

He continues to tease. “Oh, we’re formal now?... After everything we’ve done to each other?”

“You need to chill. We’re too exposed out here.”

“Never stopped us before,” he argues. “Remember? I’ve already fucked you all over this ring.”

Jungkook waits for you to stop him while his fingers trace the white trimming of your coral shorts, but when you don’t, he pulls your bottoms above the curve of your ass. His warm palm finds your skin, and he squeezes gently.

Your head hits his sweaty chest when he pulls your locs.

“So,” he proposes, making you hiss when he slaps your butt. Your teeth clench together to suppress the noise. “Can I?”

Without any hesitation, you allow him to feed your needs.

“You better not touch yourself either,” you warn.

Jungkook responds by dropping to his knees. He immediately buries his face between your globes and inhales your essence.

“Why would I touch myself when you got all this ass for me to squeeze?”

His hands knead your flesh, and he spanks you again, the sound ricocheting through the empty gym.

You look back at him. “Why are you so nasty?”

“Because it’s fun,” he responds. “...and you like it.”

Jungkook moves your shorts out of his way and spreads your globes. You place your knee on the ropes so he can gain more access to your center. Your panties are the only thing stopping him from feasting on you, but soon they’re shoved to the side along with your tiny shorts.

He goes directly for your slit and laps up any juices his tongue collects. Moans leave your lips every time he comes in contact with your sensitive clit. Jungkook hears your cries and redirects his focus to your bundle of nerves with the intention of nothing but satisfying you.

“Fuck. I’m coming.”

Your cries only power his drive, and his soft lips suck in your clit with an audible slurp. The lewd sounds fill your ears but do not bring you any shame. You ride his face, and Jungkook encourages you to work harder.

The tension in your stomach finally snaps when he nibbles on your clit, creating an intense orgasm that ripples through your body. Your release is accompanied by your cries of pleasure, calling out Jungkook’s name like it’s a prayer.

Jungkook grabs your waist to keep you in place as he’s milking you for all you’re worth, not caring about your oversensitivity or whining. He cleans you up when he’s done with your pussy, but still, he doesn’t want to leave.

“We should–oh…”

Instead of getting up, he buries his face between your globes again, and this time, you don’t hold back. You put your other foot on the floor and reach back to grab his slightly wet messy hair.

Jungkook’s muffled moans send vibrations to your pussy as you rub your ass all over his face, imagining your favorite song is playing in your head. Your hand brings him in deeper, but he doesn’t complain. He licks and teases your rim until you tap his shoulder and persuade him to calm down.

“I think we better stop before I get worked up again,” you warn, and Jungkook reluctantly abandons your ass and rises to his feet.

He fixes your clothing while he leaves kisses on your neck and cheek. You turn and steal one back, making him reveal his boyish smile.

“Hear me out,” he starts, but you shut him down.

“Nope.”

“Let me just stick it in—”

“No, Jungkook!” you yell.

You wiggle your way out of his arms and climb out of the ring, waving at him while you grab your things.

“Don’t stay in here too late. You still need your rest,” you tell him. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Jungkook mutters. “I’m coming too.”

“What was that?” You turn around and ask.

He shakes his head.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply, but you did hear him.

That’s the exact reason you will be taking your shower at home instead. He still has a fight to win.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts x reader #btsdreamcourt #bangtanbathhouse #bangtansorciere #bts fanfics #jungkook fanfics #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #sugakookitty

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Okay, this is a weird hc request and my first time asking but can you do kisaki, koko, hanma, hitanai brothers being on mtv cribs? I don't know any specific romantic situations. Like maybe fem reader is the director? (you can do as you please with the prompt. bc I really want to know your take.) xD

PLEAAAAAASE this one killed me I cannot (shoutout to my old blog title which was mtv cribs) I'm just gonna do scenario hc's in point form for this since I literally cannot take myself seriously enough to write like actual drabbles abt this because the only mtv cribs in my mind here is the jackass ones so please prepare yourselves. I paired kisaki and hanma and the haitani brothers together too for comedic relief LOL

SUMMARY: kisaki, koko, hanma, ran, && rindou on MTV Cribs with you directing.

CW: none here this is just humour and slight flirting hehe

KISAKI AND HANMA

- so lets be straight here and put down the expectation that kisaki's house tour is going to be the closest in essence to 50 Cent's episode ESPECIALLY with the strip club inside his house like ??

- ngl kisaki is a major fucking simp too so he has this whole attitude of "im so much better than these lowlife losers they're making bank off of ME im doing THEM a favour" until he sees you, all dressed nicely in your work clothes ordering people around getting equipment out of cars parked in his driveway.

- idc what anyone says the kisaki I know is the biggest sub in the fucking world and literally has to keep himself from drooling over your dominance. he'll be watching you from his front window while you get things organized to start filming like a fucking creep

- hanma (who 100% lives with kisaki) will suddenly be over his shoulder peering through the blinds like "damn who's that hot piece of ass"

- kisaki will smack him upside the head for that because rude?? he already called dibs in his head hanma should know that but he does now and all that matters is this is gonna be fun

- hanma will 100% make it his life purpose to embarrass kisaki as much as he can. you'll come up and introduce yourself and hanma will intervene like "oh I'm the REAL owner of this house kisaki doesn't actually do anything he just gets me to" and he'll shake your hand with a beaming smile

- kisaki's masked snarls prob make you uncomfortable because hes standing behind hanma looking like he's gonna decapitate him or smthn

- please kisaki is to embarrassed to say anything to you now because hanma has you hostage talked. you'll be like "ok well we have a short time frame before we have to move onto the next client so can we get started maybe" and kisaki will try his best to intervene

- tbh hanma is loving this opportunity to embarrass him he's never seen him so submissive and quiet before he literally stutters when you tell him his roughly scripted lines and finds himself gulping as he's guiding you and your crew through the house

- you'll get to to the mini strip club and hanma will butt in like "and THIS is where KISAKI houses all his favourite strippers he's collected" and kisaki's face will go beet red behind him

- he will literally start to panic because the look on your face is so displeased despite having to remain on some kind of a professional level. he has to pretend you're not there if he's gonna get through the hell hanma is putting him through

- at the end of the tour when the cameras have wrapped he'll be trying to force himself between you and hanma's hostage talking once again but this time he's like super driven on redeeming himself

- he'll be like "hey thanks so much for doing this I appreciate what an organized thing you've got going on and um.. just so you know um.. I um.. I don't actually have favourite strippers its all hanma I just take whatever he brings-- I mean-- not that I like strippers in my house I---" and you'll just cut him off with a smile and a handshake because you know he's full of bs LOL

- hanma will write his number down on the back of your business card and slip it in your hand when he shakes it like hes so slick but really the both of them just make you roll your eyes.

RAN AND RINDOU

- ngl you're probably intimidated as fuck to do a session of ran and rindou's place because like.... they're terrifying if u don't know them

- like your hands are probably clammy trying to get people set up and you're probably a little shakey because they literally live in a goddamn MANSION (and they're also literal gang executives like no ty)

- they're also intimidating as fuck when they first introduce themselves to you in the parking lot where you've got your camera crew all ready to go. ran who's charming and alluring has your heart skipping a beat, while rindou the complete opposite, has you stress sweating from intimidation

- ran is like so enamoured with you mostly because he never really took himself to be attracted to someone in casual clothes at work (subtle shade its ok) but something about the direction you give, and the slight tone of bossiness in your voice has his stomach flipping in excitement he's like this could be fun 😏

- rindou in contrast knows exactly what is going on with his brother and quite honestly finds it annoying and somewhat desperate he's like come on man she's at work ur rly gonna be like this meanwhile ran is like yes I absolutely am I can do what I want

- honestly ran is gonna be annoying as fuck too. he's gonna ignore absolutely everything you say when you're explaining expectations and directions. he'll nod and smile at you with a charming smile and dopey eyes but your words will go in one ear and right out the other. rindou can only shake his head

- rindou will have to do all the talking when you actually start filming bc ran will be too busy staring at you and watching your reactions to say anything of value beyond a nod and smile to rindou's words

- but OH BOY when u get to the bedroom tour he's suddenly all about the talking. and he'll be staring DIRECTLY at you the entire time. like "and this is MY bedroom as you can see I have only the nicest of sheets 100% silk washed every day and this BED this bed is a california king eurotop and it's REALLY comfortable to sleep and roll around in and then this TV RIGHT HERE is---" he pretty much wont stop talking about how nice his room is and how nice everything is, all while staring directly at you as if you were the only one in the room to talk to.

- Rindou will be in the corner out of shot with his fingers to his nose bridge like ffs this man

- at the end ran will start going on about your job and if its stressful and what kind of people you get involved with in the show and if you ever feel like you're in danger which then spawns a conversation about needing someone to protect you and having someone on your side that will watch out for you blah blah blah.

- he's actually kinda cute trying so hard like this so you can't help but blush at his blabbering

- but u think ur blushing now wait till he grabs your hand and kisses the top as he escorts you into the car like ??? hello sir we just met but 😏

- rindou will be behind him once again shaking his head

- when you finally leave ran will turn around towards rindou like nothing happened and his brother will just be like ? wtf ? not gonna talk about what just happened ? and ran is like "wdym"

- he's gonna scope you out at every club or event you find yourself at after that.

KOKO

- unlike ran koko is like SUUUUUPER nervous

- this boy lives alone in a big ass house with sooo much unnecessary expensive shit like koko my love are u ok all alone like this

- aside from being incredibly nervous to be vulnerable on tv for gods sake when he sees you helping to set up equipment, lifting boxes and bags out of the trunk of the car he's like o fuck

- at first he was nervous for just the whole publicity and camera aspect but now that theres a pretty girl running the whole thing? nah nah

- he doesn't really know what to do but he has to do SOMETHING so he figures it might be best to keep his hands busy and help you out

- so this boy slips on some expensive ass versace slides to come outside to help u set things up.

- he's rly nervous tho so he's like shuffling along the pavement of his driveway and he's all soft and shit like "hey I'm koko let me help u"

- probably stutters and fumbles when he's trying to grab the heavy bags of camera equipment but also his rich ass is like tf am I doing this for when shes got a whole ass camera crew of men to do it for her but then he remembers how pretty u look and that he wants to be on ur good side

- tbh kokos first impression from this meeting alone is that you give off a MUCH more down to earth vibe than he could ever imagine and honestly you kind of remind him of simpler times in his life when he wasn't so overrun with work and gang related activities

- the best way he can describe the experience of you is refreshing and he craves more of it to quench his thirst

- he's really really receptive when it comes to your instructions and makes an effort to make sure you know he's actively listening

- he'll be out there nodding his head like its gonna fall off spouting "mm's" and "uh-huh's" so you know he's there

- when it comes to the actual recording he's actually pretty well spoken but only because he REALLY wants to impress you

- koko is out here going through all his expensive belongings as if hes not inviting someone to come break into his house

- he's like oh and this is my collection of women's jewelry idk why I have it but it's here anyways so....

- wants to show off his closet too like look at all these fine clothes I have and all his extra closet space

- he'll try not to get too cocky but he just can't help it when he starts talking about all the riches and money he has like he wants you to know SO bad because he wants you to be a part of it

- he'll look over to you and stutter a bit when he catches your eye and you flash a smile at him (which will make u laugh but pls dont tell him that and promise him later you'll cut that out)

- afterwards he will absolutely help you pack everything back up but his hands will be a little shaky with adrenaline and it'll take u pointing it out for him to notice

- "oh uhhhhm, yeah I, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, had too much coffee"

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyorev hcs #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #hanma x reader #kisaki x reader #koko x reader

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goldenraeofsun · 3 years

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Day 6: Cemetery Boys

CemeteryBoysGB

Have you seen this? I'm so proud of them

TimeOut NY reports that the group behind the hit album "Free Will," will be playing a sold out show at Madison Square Garden September 18. Comprised of brothers, Sam Winchester (percussion) and Dean Winchester (guitar, vocals), Benny Lafitte (bass), Garth Fitzgerald IV (guitar), and Castiel Shurley (keyboard), the Cemetery Boys sat down with TimeOut to discuss their sudden fame and their plans to shake up the music industry.

Dennyspancakes

Dean said Benny gets stage fright and he sits with him in a quiet place before each performance??? Im going to launch myself into the sun

TeamFreeWill

athssklansjdisjkfjah

AgentSwift

Dean sits with him because he is an exceptionally kind person. I wouldn’t read too much into it.

Benjaminwinchestr

i just love that D & B sit that close together without even thinking about it. Yup nothin to see here officer, just two boys sitting this close together cause it's not gay

AFollyofFizzles

It's a little gay

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Winfit2000

Title: Lost at Sea

Rating: Explicit

Length: 120,000 words

Summary: Fed up with his life in 18th century high society, Dean's plan is simple: sneak out during his brother's 14th birthday ball and stowaway on The Louisiana.

And all goes to plan, that is, until his ship is invaded by the notorious pirate, Benny Lafitte, and his crew.

Notes: Here it is, my BDBB fic! It's been a labor of love for so many months, I'm so relieved it's done. Go check it out and @sogetthis's fantastic art!

Tag list under the cut

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Cemetery Boys Retweeted

Saturday Night Live - SNL @nbcsnl

Thank you all, @VictorHenriksen and @cbboys for an amazing #snlpremiere ! Thanks for watching, goodnight!

Dean Winchester @Impala67

Replying to @nbcsnl

Had a blast at #SNL! Shoutout to @cajunvamp for missing his cue cause he was staring at Andrea Kormos

Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Why you gotta call me out like that, man?

Dean Wincheter @Impala67

Replying to @cajunvamp

One word: Purgatory

Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Fair.

Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @cajunvamp

Wait. I thought you owed me for saving your hide in Purgatory?

Dean Winchester @Impala67

Replying to @cajunvamp

Don’t make me bring @ihatethursdays into it

Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Ha! You know he doesn’t use Twitter.

Benjaminwinchestr

How did a PWP about Benny getting nervous before SNL get so angsty? This was supposed to be short! Anyway, have some smut, bitches ~

Keep reading

SpoopysofLove

So hot! Bravo.

AFollyofFizzles

The cuddling at the end killed me. I am dead.

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Fandom

Ships

Week Ending October 8th, 2021

1. Winfit +7 Dean Winchester & Benny Lafitte, The Cemetery Boys

2. Buddie -1 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

3. Supercorp +2 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

4. Suselle -2 Susie & Noelle, Deltarune

5. Bakudeku -2 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku No Hero Academia

CemeteryBoysGB

Here I am making a uquiz in the year of our lord 2021. Please take it. I am so bored.

Plus you know you want to find out which Cemetery Boy you are

Winfit2000

I got Benny!

Deanspie

You are the heart of the group, the glue that holds all your friends together. Where would they be without you? Probably in their own separate garage bands.

I’m actually not too bummed about getting Garth

AFollyofFizzles

Omg I got Dean

Deanspie

@AFollyofFizzles brb dying

AgentSwift

Apparently I am most like Sam.

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Dennyspancakes

Super nervous, but here’s my first Cemetery Boys art!

Image description: Dean, Benny, Garth, Sam, and Castiel playing in a graveyard using instruments made of bones.

Tag list under the cut

CemeteryBoysGB

Amazing! I looove this idea

AgentSwift

This is wonderful. You perfectly captured Sam’s face when he gets to use the gong.

Cajunwonderkind

Do you mind if I use this as my desktop wallpaper? All of the other art I like is shippy and super NSFW lol

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AgentSwift

I have written a short story about Dean and Castiel’s first meeting and first kiss ten years later.

Keep reading

CemeteryBoysGB

Ooh, a rarepair out in the wild! Love it.

TeamFreeWill

Almost passed this up because of the ship, but I’m a sucker for 1st person POV. Your Dean voice was on fucking point. Your Cas needs work tho

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Cemetery Boys - Fenris

191,021 views ● October 31, 2021

Listen to the newest album “Free Will” out now!

Winfit2000

I did not expect them to do a Teen Wolf spin with the Fenris vid and now I’m having 2012 Tumblr flashbacks with all these gifs

HarryPooper

At least they had more than Teen Wolf’s $5 budget

PumpkinheadSam

Do you think Dean or Benny had any idea this would convert hundreds of furries into CB fans??

AgentSwift

What are furries?

CemeteryBoysGB

Oh my sweet summer child.

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BenjaminWinchestr

[its_happening.gif]

Okay, yes I know I’ve been reading this with my shipper glasses surgically glued to my head, but COME ON how else are we going to read this???

Deanspie

What’s happening??? I’ve been stuck at work all day

BenjaminWinchestr

Paps caught Benny walking into a jewelry store with Castiel. They specialize in rings!

TeamFreeWill.

I still don’t get it

BenjaminWinchestr

Dean and Castiel have been friends for ages - he was the first person Dean & Sam got to join the band

IF Benny was buying a ring, who do you think he’d go for advice on what to get Dean???

TeamFreeWill

Sam?

BenjaminWinchestr

I’ve seen Sam’s hair. If he can’t get a good hairdresser, he for sure can’t pick out a ring

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Dean Winchester @Impala67

I said yes!

Benny Lafitte @cajunvamp

Replying to @Impala67

Congrats, brother! @ihatethursdays is finally making an honest man out of you #Destiel

Sam Winchester @lawboy

Replying to @Impala67

About time guys. Is that a real hashtag? #Destiel

Rowena @megacoven

Replying to @Impala67

You know what would be a great song to play at your wedding? My duet with Tweety Pie. #Destiel

Garth Fitzgerald IV @MrFizzles

Replying to @Impala67

Congratulations!!! I’ve never seen you both happier <3 #Destiel

Winfit2000

[emma_stone_crying.gif]

No words

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CemeteryBoysGB

HOLD ON - according to Dean and Castiel’s interview with GLAAD, it took them ten years to get together. Dean has tattoos of a flaming star and Cas’s handprint.

Why is this familiar?

TeamFreeWill

@AgentSwift wrote a fic with that!

CemeteryBoysGB

That’s it! @AgentSwift what gives?

PumpkinheadSam

@AgentSwift

Dennyspancakes

@AgentSwift

VampirePirateFacts

@AgentSwift

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CemeteryBoysGB

CASTIEL HAS A TUMBLR.

AFollyofFizzles

[Dean_Screaming.gif]

CemeteryBoysGB

“Why Twitter?” Dean repeats, considering the question. He looks over at Castiel, who shrugs. “I see it as the best, most direct way to communicate with the fans. And I made the announcement because Cas is pretty much only on Tumblr, which is anonymous, so we couldn't say it there. He only follows a few fan accounts, anyway.” - US Weekly

I’M BEING PERSONALLY ATTACKED BY DESTIEL (affectionate)

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#suptober21 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #celebrity au #social media au #POV outsider #rae writes fic

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alirhi · 3 years

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How I'd have done TFATWS pt 1

Okay, I am such a whore for positive attention that, yes, it literally only takes one person expressing interest to get me to do something lol. So, for the lovely @goblin-tea, here is how The Falcon and the Winter Soldier would have gone for Bucky if I'd been a writer on the show!

Also, shoutout to @gunshou, who popped up showing support when I was in the middle of writing this lol 😘

Episode 1: New World Order

I actually love how most of this episode was handled; it's what drew me into the show in the first place, and gave me such hope for the rest of it. Most of the changes that I'd make here are pretty minor, tbh.

I'd specify the setting in some way for Bucky's nightmare. Obviously, since he was there and knows what happened, when, and where he was, it wouldn't be like the setting changes in movies where they slap a big, bold title card over the scene. Still, I'd probably open with a brief establishing shot showing the city skyline or something; some identifying feature so that viewers can work out where this happened without needing a direct statement from Marvel (note: if you need to directly address your audience to clarify something from within your story, you're a bad storyteller). What year did this take place? I show technology from the time; perhaps a dated cell phone in someone's hand. The point is to establish where and when The Winter Soldier killed RJ Nakajima, without detracting from the emotional impact of the scene. Why does it matter? Because we should know why. Why is Bucky dreaming about this particular incident? Was it his last mission before the events of CA:TWS (a theory I see frequently repeated but with no evidence to back it up)? Was it earlier on? Is RJ only on the forefront of Bucky's mind because of his (unhealthy, but we'll get to that) friendship with Yori? How long has Yori been suffering under the weight of his grief?

I would not have had him crash through the wall, btw. As cool as that shot looked, let's try to remember that The Winter Soldier was a ghost story for 70 years. Ghosts don't leave giant gaping holes in hotel walls. I'm not saying brazen wholesale destruction is out of character for him (obviously not. I've seen CA:TWS lmao. many times. this moment lives rent-free in my brain:

found on google without credit; pls lmk if it's yours so I can credit.

but you don't become a "ghost story" if you always leave that much evidence, ijs)

I'd leave the terrible therapy session alone. That scene was beautiful. Beautifully shot; I loved how claustrophobic it felt, and it really did a wonderful job of showing how Bucky felt on the spot, scrutinized, almost put on display for this bitch woman. This scene establishes Raynor as clearly wrong, and an unprofessional mess, and Bucky calls her out on it. I fucking love that!

lmao gods, I love his painfully awkward forced smile... Guys, this episode is fkn great. (betcha weren't expecting so much praise from me, were you? 😂)

"You're free." "To do what?"

👆👆👆 In my show? That would have more of an impact on Bucky's arc. That question would be one of the underlying issues moving his whole story along. Twice in this show, he's told that he's free, but no one addresses what he's free from, much less what he's free to do next.

It's a minor thing, but when Yori tells Bucky to ask Leah out? I'd have Bucky do more than just shake his head in silent horror. Not much more, just something that matters to me as someone who's worked in the service industry for many, many years and dealt with too many creepos: Bucky would flat-out say "she's at work! that's harassment, Yori!"

Yori can still stomp right past that boundary, and Leah can still smile and agree. I just really want someone to verbally acknowledge that you don't fucking ask someone out when they're at work. Ever. Bucky cringing and apologizing puts the power of the conversation back in Leah's hands; it gives her an out to politely decline if she's not interested, and just laugh off Yori's flirting on Bucky's behalf as a senile old man being silly, so I'm actually fine with how this scene turned out. I just would personally have gone that extra inch there for the idiots in the audience who don't get Bucky's subtle "wtf" reaction and why Yori's suggestion was so bad. If someone's livelihood depends on being nice to you, keep your goddamn distance. Flirting with them or asking them out when they're at that big of a disadvantage and have virtually no power to say "no" is harassment.

Here is where I'd make one more subtle change, too. When Yori sees the mochi and is reminded of his son, and tells Bucky about his death, I'd just slip in a time frame. "x years ago, my son was..." blah. (Guys, it really bothers me not knowing when that scene took place rofl can you tell?)

One complaint I've seen a lot online about this show is how it's a bit murky on just how well known Bucky is in-universe. He can walk around Brooklyn with more or less total anonymity, but he's also recognized as "an Avenger" (when he was never actually technically in the group)... but honestly? I think it's actually pretty realistic. Just because someone's famous doesn't mean every single person on the planet knows who they are and what they look like well enough to instantly recognize them on the street. People look different in photos than in person, and pre-Blip, Bucky had the complete Jesus look - long flowing hair and a full beard. In TFATWS he's a little scruffy, but not this:

Sebastian looks like about 10 different men from one moment to the next just irl with a change in haircut, lighting, expression, whether or not he got enough sleep the night before... 😂 I don't really find it hard to believe that people not expecting to bump into an Avenger would have trouble seeing Bucky post-haircut as anything other than just another attractive white guy.

Anyway! Sorry for the segue lol. On to the date!

Earlier in this very same goddamn episode, it is established that Bucky can remotely operate a car with a tablet. This is not a technologically-inept geezer. This is a 30-something nerd who loves new technology, who, yes, is facing a brave new world and a whole lot of new technology, but has never shown any issue picking it up. The crappy flip phone he handed Raynor earlier? a burner to keep her out of what little personal life he does have (we never see it again in the real show, anyway). The "tiger photos" line? Stays, not to show Bucky's floundering ineptitude with technology, but as a little nod to his bisexuality. (don't like it? don't wanna see Bucky as bi? go watch the show and read Skogland's borderline-offensive interviews. This isn't "how I would pander to a homophobic audience" it's "how I would have written it." the "Bucky is bi" interpretation is super fucking common and has been since TFA so bite me 😁)

Tiny nitpick, but I'd also have the Battleship boards actually set up properly lmao. What even was that? Anyway...

I don't think I'd have Leah get all ranty about Yori and RJ. That's not first date talk, for one thing. For another, let's ease up on the beating Bucky and the audience over the head with that one incident in a single episode, shall we? Instead, I'd have her stick with the date questions - she asked his age, asked about his family; I'd have her follow it with questions about what he does for a living (giving us a chance to not only actually have that question answered for us - how the hell does Bucky keep himself from being homeless? lol - but also set up...)

He shuts down a little when she starts asking about his past; she's innocently curious, just trying to get to know him, but he's flinchy and deflects with questions about her. The date is awkward, but doesn't abruptly end with him running away lol. He walks Leah home, like the old-fashioned gentleman he is, goes home, himself, and end on him grimacing in his sleep, in the clutches of another nightmare: not as much detail as the RJ murder scene, we see disjointed, disorienting images of fluorescent lights glinting off of machinery, the occasional shot of Bucky writhing in the chair, a shot of that damned notebook (to remind the dumber audience members why Raynor's passive-aggressive notebook thing was so triggering for him), and we hear echoes of a couple of the trigger words, and Bucky's screams.

#tfatws #tfatws critical #how it should have gone #if i'd written it #bucky deserved better #bucky was a victim #victim not villain #take your victim blaming bullshit and fucking choke on it #episode 1

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a future of stories, kiss you good mornings

here’s a cute little malum fic in honor of michael’s 25th birthday !! i am sadly not the editing or giffing type and my only real creative outlet is writing so i am forced to show my love for mr clifford by pretending he’s in love with his best friend because you know. that’s how we roll

big shoutout to @blackbutterfliescal and @devilatmydoor for rallying the troops so to speak lol and getting us all to celebrate michael’s birthday you guys are truly both wonderful and everyone in this lil community is so wonderful wow i love you all !!!!! yes i’ve been listening to a very cute love song on a loop for a little bit so maybe i’m being exceedingly sappy but that’s life. anyway enough from me

this is fluffy, fluffy fluff. it MIGHT be the fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written. no tws (i think) just fluff !!! something about malum just brings out all the fluff. if i say fluff one more time i might lose my mind so why don’t we all just dive into the fic okay cool

title from protocol by the vamps (don’t use the song as a guide for the tone of the fic adflkgjfhklmj)

read it here on ao3

Waking up alone threatens to make this birthday pretty bad.

Hopefully it means Calum is making breakfast. Michael would kill for waffles. He blindly sweeps an arm over Calum’s side of the bed, but it’s cold. Michael snuggles deeper into his pillows, keeping his eyes shut for another minute in case he falls back asleep. He’d actually bet anything Calum is making him breakfast right now, because that’s Calum’s go-to birthday move, so Calum will come get him when it’s ready.

Time melts into nothing, and Michael’s not sure if he does drift off again or just float on the edges of consciousness, but after some undetermined stretch a quiet voice whispers, “Mikey.”

“Hm,” Michael grunts.

Calum crawls into bed and presses a kiss to Michael’s cheek (the one not currently flattened against the pillow). “Happy birthday, babe.”

“Would be happier if I was asleep.”

Calum chuckles lightly and wraps Michael up in his arms. His embrace is warm and familiar, and much cozier than the pillows, so Michael burrows deeper into Calum’s chest. “Would it be happier if you had waffles and ice cream for breakfast?”

Michael perks up. “Ice cream?”

“It’s your birthday,” Calum says, a grin in his voice. “Of course we’re having ice cream for breakfast.”

“You’re a terrible influence,” Michael says, tempted by the notion of ice cream for breakfast. “It’s hot.”

Calum laughs outright. “Get up or the waffles will get cold.”

“How’d you know I wanted waffles?” Michael asks, brushing a kiss over Calum’s collarbone before pulling away to look at him. He’s smiling like he knows something Michael doesn’t, and he’s as charmingly adorable as he’s been every day since they met, but Michael feels a little extra in love today. Maybe it has to do with getting older. He’s officially closer to thirty than twenty now. His age can be rounded up. That’s a little bit insane.

“We’ve been together seven years, Michael,” Calum says, rolling his eyes. “You think I don’t know your favorite breakfast food?”

Michael smiles, melty and warm inside. “Love you,” he says.

Calum kisses him. “Love you too. Now get up. Waffles.”

—

Calum is suspiciously happy. Michael points this out through a mouthful of ice cream-soaked waffle, and Calum just cocks his head. The smile doesn’t waver. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re, like, dancing,” Michael says. He swallows his food. “There’s no music and you’re dancing.”

“So you’ve never danced without music?” Calum raises his eyebrows.

“I’m just saying, it’s suspicious,” Michael says, shrugging. He leans forward on his elbow, resting his face on his palm. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“So what do you want to do today?” Calum prompts, still swaying back and forth a bit. Michael wonders if he even realizes he’s doing it; it’s like there’s a song playing that only Calum can hear. Something’s making him light on his feet.

Michael wishes he knew what it was, so he could make it happen every day. Seeing Calum in such high spirits is doing wonders for Michael’s disposition. It’s fun to be in love, Michael muses, knowing that someone else’s mood can be just as instrumental in setting the tone of the day as Michael’s own. If Calum’s energy is anything to go by, today is shaping up to be incredible.

“Nothing,” Michael says honestly. He’s been gazing at Calum for a minute and answers a little late, but Calum has just been letting him. “Just want to relax.”

“I knew you’d say that,” Calum says, smiling airily. Michael makes a noise of protest, but he can’t fight the silly grin.

“If you knew, then why’d you even ask?”

“I had to make sure!”

“Yes, Calum, you know me better than anyone else on the planet,” Michael says wryly. “Are you satisfied?”

Calum’s smile grows. “I got you a birthday present.”

“I should hope you did.”

“It’s a bit non-traditional, though,” Calum continues. “As birthday presents go.”

Like there are traditional birthday presents? Michael wrinkles his nose in confusion. “Okay? Are you going to give it to me?”

Calum hesitates. “Do you want it now, or later?”

“Is this a weird euphemism? Are you just asking if I want to sleep with you?”

“No!” Calum snickers. “No, it’s not. It’s a real thing. I…I think you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” Michael promises. “I mean, you knew what I wanted for breakfast and what I wanted to do for my birthday, so I can’t imagine you got me a birthday present I’d hate.”

“Yeah, this one’s a bit of a commitment, though,” Calum says. “Like, the thing is the present, but it’s also not.”

“What about instead of being really cryptic, you just give it to me?” Michael suggests. He has total confidence in Calum. If the present is something Michael doesn’t like, Michael will eat his shirt.

“So you want it now?” Calum says. “Don’t want to finish your waffles first?”

“Well, you’re kind of building the suspense here, love,” Michael says, grinning and shaking his head. “Just give it to me when you want to give it to me.”

“No, I mean. Okay. I have to go and get it.” Calum shifts, then says, “Finish your breakfast and I’ll go get your present and then I’ll give it to you, okay?”

“Okay,” Michael says, amused. Calum sidles past him, dropping a kiss to his temple as he goes, and leaves. Michael chuckles to himself and takes the last few bites of his waffles — which are delicious, of course, fluffy and warm and not too limp or too crunchy. Calum’s only mastered a few culinary arts, but one of them is breakfast. They work well like that; Calum knows how to make Michael’s favorite category of food.

While Calum is retrieving the enigmatic birthday gift, Michael turns his phone over on the tabletop and finally starts reading through the myriad messages previewed on the lock screen. Luke and Ashton had both texted at midnight exactly, so there’s nothing new from them this morning, but basically everyone else Michael has ever met is wishing him a happy birthday on every single social media platform he has. Just then he hears Calum’s footsteps behind him, and he flips his phone facedown on the table again.

He can get to the birthday messages later. He will. But they’re not going anywhere, and Michael wants to spend this time with his boyfriend, his best friend, his favorite person.

Also, he’s dying of curiosity about the birthday present.

“You done?” Calum asks, gliding back into the room with grace. Michael eyes him; he’s hiding something behind his back but it must be small, because Michael can’t see it. Obligingly, he lays his fork and knife across the plate and pushes it away from him.

“I’m done,” he confirms. “Present time?”

Calum rocks back and forth on his feet. “Okay. But you need to be standing for it or else the effect is ruined.”

“The effect of the birthday present?” Michael says drily, but he doesn’t argue, just gets to his feet, mirroring Calum’s stance by linking his hands together behind his back and giving Calum a cheeky smile. “How’s this?”

Calum shuffles backwards a bit until there’s just about one arm’s length between them. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

He inhales deeply, exhales, and then falls to one knee, holding out in front of him what he’s been concealing behind his back: an engagement ring.

Michael’s hands fly to his mouth.

“Oh,” he breathes into his palms. “Calum.”

“Let me talk first,” Calum says, smiling up at Michael, and then he laughs a bit. “I don’t know if you can tell that I’m really fucking nervous. I’ve tried to be really cool about it, because I can’t see why you’d say no, but still — I’m scared as fuck. But I’m going to let you save your answer until I’m done talking so that even if you say no you still get an ego boost.” Michael laughs shakily. Tears glaze over his eyes, and as he blinks them away one slides down his face.

Calum pulls the ring towards him, still gazing up at Michael. “So…where do I start, Michael Clifford? My best friend of at least ten years, my boyfriend for the last seven, my favorite person to fall asleep next to, the only person I’d ever learn to cook for. I mean, I never really learned, but I would. I will.”

“You don’t have to,” Michael manages, somehow laughing even though he’s definitely also crying.

Calum giggles, and it’s obvious he’s also trying not to cry. “Let me finish, I’m trying to propose!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“Anyway, I just…I just love you so much, Michael.” When Michael blinks again, a vain attempt to clear his blurring vision, their eyes meet, and Calum’s words have never been more obvious from the expression on his face. “I…before us, I thought that I got it. Like, I thought I knew what it meant to be in love. But —” He shakes his head. “I so, so didn’t. I thought that sometimes love hurt, but with you it never does. Seven years, Michael, and it’s never hurt to be in love with you. You are one of the — no, fuck it. You are the smartest, sweetest, sexiest,” — Michael breaks out with another laugh — “most driven and charismatic person I’ve ever met, and you shine even when you think you don’t, but especially when you do. I swear there’s nothing I love more than to see you onstage. It’s like watching a fireworks display. Fuck, that’s really cliché. Shit, I thought I’d get through this before I started crying.” He wipes his face with the back of his hand, cutting off a stray tear as it slips down his cheek. “That’s probably a good sign I should wrap it up, then. So, uh, Michael Gordon Clifford with the worst middle name in the history of ever, will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course I will,” Michael says breathlessly, holding out a hand to help Calum up. “Of course I’ll marry you, I fucking love you.”

Calum’s smile is so broad it almost makes his eyes disappear completely. “Thank God.” He takes Michael’s hand and staggers to his feet, and Michael throws his arms around Calum, too overwhelmed for words, though he knows he doesn’t need them; Calum’s said it all, and anything he hasn’t said he definitely already knows.

Calum kisses Michael’s neck. “Technically I haven’t even given you the present yet.”

“Calum,” Michael says, leaning away so he can see Calum’s face in its entirety, all the dips and curves and creases and the laugh lines and the deep brown of his eyes and every inch. “You’ve given me the present every day for the last seven years.”

Calum huffs, lips pulled upward, and he draws Michael into a kiss, one that’s doomed from the start for the way neither of them can stop smiling long enough to turn it into anything real.

“That was cheesy, but I just proposed, so I’ll let you have it,” Calum murmurs against Michael’s mouth. He laughs. “Oh, fuck, I love you. Can I give you the ring?”

“Yes, please do.”

Calum fumbles with the ring box until he extracts the ring, then takes Michael’s left hand and slides it on. “Beautiful.”

“It is,” Michael says reverently, gazing at the crystal and then holding it up so he can see Calum at the same time.

“So?” Calum says hopefully, tilting his head. “How would you rate this birthday present?”

Michael does a double-take. He’d completely forgotten his birthday in the excitement. “Ten thousand out of ten,” he says, and kisses Calum sweetly on the lips. “You’re going to have a lot of trouble topping this for my 26th, though.”

Calum just laughs, like he knows what Michael knows: that the promise of spending every birthday for the rest of his life with Calum is a gift Michael will keep receiving every year, and nothing could ever beat that.

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Fucked up dream I had; 8/12/21

Was at a public library that also had their own dorm rooms and I had one and me and my friends lived in it together. Everything was normal until there was a super loud alert playing over the intercoms that there was a gas leak/lethal gas bombing and to exit immediately. I breathe in one last time (Can’t really describe what the gas smelt like, it like burnt your nose and lungs) I hold in my breath and tell my friends like GET THE FUCK OUT there’s gas shit. I can’t hold in my breath forever so I eventually have to like take short breaths and I could feel myself grow drowsy from the gas and I just rush to the exits which were all blocked off and everyone was freaking out we were all screaming for help and someone in the parking lot with their car saw us and like busted open the walls by just ramming their car into it. We all come out like a stampede and gasp for air, I was looking back at the Library worried because I don’t know if my siblings and friends made it out. We were all told that a bus would come pick us up and drive us home but all of us were impatient and shaken up that we just wanted to get home asap so a lot of people just walked or drove themselves. I decided to try and walk my way home but I easily got lost, I didn’t have my phone with me or nothing as I left them in the library. (Note: it was night time as well) I walk an almost empty street and find like two men around my age and I really didn’t want to ask anyone for help but I was very desperate to get home. I ask basically begging one of them to borrow their phone to make a call but I quickly realize I don’t remember my own fucking parents’ phone numbers so I like draw a blank I’m like visibly in distress and nervous I almost ask them if they could drive me home but I was afraid they would kill me or something. So I give the phone back and shake my head “I don’t remember the numbers. I don’t know where I’m at” and they were like “well, you can walk with us maybe you’ll find something you recognize” (or something) and we all three walk the streets, they turned out to be really epic guys (Not sure if I can recollect what they looked like) but they were also like youtube vloggers (LOL) but not the weird kind. They literally just logged their days on youtube and shit and they didn’t have a huge following. We started talking about hobbies and shit and they were like “Yeah we’re big gamers.” and I look at them and go “Yo me too, have you heard they’re remaking GTA vice city along with other earlier titles?” (This isn’t random this literally happened rockstar is literally doing this and I remembered enough to reculate it in my dream lmfao) and they were like “REALLY? Dude awesome” and basically they took the edge off of me being alone at night trying to find the way home and kept me company. I don’t quite remember what happens here but eventually that bus that was taking everyone home stops by and lets me on I go in and everyones having a good time despite being gas bombed like 20 or so minutes ago. I really liked those guys who helped me and I wanted to befriend them and I remember saying this to myself at least 5 times in the dream. The bus arrives in territory I recognize and I literally felt so relieved I was able to have a good time then and crack jokes and stuff. The bus pulls in where I live and I literally just I’m like about to cry tears of joy at this point but I walk up to my front door and knock like a fuckin gorilla at the door like almost beating the door down. My mom is like “??? What’s going on” and I was like “Literally was gas bombed at the library, I don’t know where x and y are i dont know if they made it” (my siblings) and a lot of this I dont remember or wasn’t important but eventually we find out that my siblings did make it and are home now and we were like lets fucking goooo. I think I did befriend the guys who helped me on the street and gave them a epic shoutout. And then my dream shifted into some like con that I was attending but it wasn’t really a con it was an event like e3 or something and I met those guys again from the other dream on the street and I was like “YOOOOO”

#post #fucking gas #beyond the tomb

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millennial-star-gazer · 5 years

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Fire And Gold: Chapter: 1: A Simple Spark (Nalu lovefest 2019)

Fire and Gold

Nalu Lovefest 2019 Prompts: Magic, Memories, Reckless, Worship & Cravings (All Implied)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing: Nalu/Endlu (Natsu x Lucy & E.n.d. Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: T-M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: Let the day be known when fire tested gold in the most intimate sense. The forging of a mating bond between the dragon-demon hybrid and celestial maiden while further strengthening the relationship they already have. Natsu finally confesses his romantic feelings for Lucy at and asks to claim her as his mate and queen; though not without it taking a bit for it to fully sink in for the poor, baffled woman. The first chapter is one of my entries for @nalulovefestofficial 2019 and part of my ongoing Nalu (The Demon-Dragon and His Celestial Princess) anthology series set not too long after the events of the original manga/anime.(Slight Au).

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A/N: Hey peeps, I'm back! You miss me lol? Anyway, this time I'm coming at you with the first chapter of my one new Nalu fics, (Fire And Gold) which is also an entry for Nalu Love Fest 2019. ( @nalulovefestofficial). Fun Fact: This fic along with Tantric Flames and other upcoming Nalu WIPS are now part of my ongoing The Demon-Dragon and His Celestial Princess (TDDACP) anthology series (slight au) with Fire and Gold set before the rest- a prequel of sorts. Course, this entire series is a slight au on account of it being set not too long after the events of the original Fairytail manga/anime and other reasons as you may all know. Please see the summary, A/N at the end of this chapter or Tantric Flames for more info. Anyways, I don't have too much else to say here. A special shoutout to the fantastic @bmarvels, ( @bmarvels) @doginshoe ( @doginshoe) and @goddesofimortality ( @goddesofimortality) (tumblr) for taking the time to help me proofread, edit, and further develop this chapter—thanks guys! Oh and an extra kudos to, Brit ( @bmarvels) who provided great suggestions for the title of this fic, chapter title and literary quote (which include all of those that you see here. Thanks again girl! Anyways, I'll let you all get on with the story. Without further ado, here is Chapter 1 of Fire and Gold! Enjoy!

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"He felt now that he was not simply close to her,

but that he did not know where he ended and she began."

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"I love you ."

"Oh hey, Natsu. Sorry— couldn't quite hear you over all the commotion. Can you repeat that please?"

Lucy turned to face her coral-haired best friend whose onyx eyes met her gaze; with what only could be described as genuine earnest; Most often seen when a critical weighed heavy on his mind—- aka a stark contrast to her cordial interest. She wasn't fibbing in her request for Nastu to reiterate his previous statement either — what with the whole guild being abuzz from the usual activity and all. Anyone who cared to listen in would most likely hear the various conservations between other guild members: Warren bemoaning to Max about his "complete and utter lack of a non-existent sex life— the hell man? I'm a freakin' dreamboat!"

Said sandmage's less -than - complimentary - quip of "if you're calling yourself a 'dreamboat', then no wonder none of the ladies aren't exactly jumping at the chance for a hookup. Hell, pretty sure I'd much rather be forced to look at picture of Ichyia in-assless-chaps-riding -a- gay unicorn than knock boots with you regardless of whether I was female or into dudes. "

"Fuck you man!"

"What does a chump like you know about getting laid anyway? "

"Lot more than you think, ya' piece of—- yeowwww! The hell dipshit?! Did you just ram a broom-handle up my ass?!"

"Yeah? So what if I did? What exactly are you gonna do about it?"

Elfman's crow from the sidelines about how "settling your differences with fists is so freakin' manly!" Macao and Wakaba squabbling over who "the rightful owner" of a much-coveted, lottery ticket was— typical chatter, really.

Not that any of this matters at the moment when Natsu’s trying to talk to me.

Nastu on the other hand, didn't pay the background noise any heed; who instead letting his eyes stay trained on Lucy.

"I really do wanna hear what you have to say. What were you trying to tell me?"

"Okay," he let out a measured breath, as if steeling his nerves, "Just wanted to say that I love you."

"Aw Natsu—I love you too! " the celestial mage gushed, touched by the dragonslayer's sentiment even it was a little out of the blue. " it's kinda out of the blue that you're telling me this— but I appreciate it just the same. There's no one better I could have as one my best —".

"No Luce," Natsu cut his blonde partner off with a slight shake of his head—- extremely perplexing to say the least. "That isn't what I meant."

"Okay... what did you mean? Lucy questioned, the intensity of the fire wizard's gaze sending her pulse racing."

"Something else" came his sober reply . "Not to say that you're not one of my best friends or that I don't consider myself extremely lucky to have ya' in my life— but my feelings aren't exactly the platonic kind. Hasn't been for a while. Guess what I'm trying to say is I'm in love with you."

Natsu's last words really threw the key- holder for a loop.

"W-wait? What?" was all she could utter in response with an owlish blink.

What he's saying? I mean, yeah, I'm totally head-over-heels in love with the dude— but he can't possibly feel the same way, right?

"I don't understand..."

"Still not sinking in yet, huh? Fine— I don't have a problem with repeating what I said if that helps."

"You don't?"

"No. I…"Natsu began to reiterate, enunciating each and every word with deliberate precision. "Nastu Dragneel, am in love with you Lucy Heartifila— as in head over heels."

"No, no, no, you can't be!" Lucy was still in vehement self-denial; or should she says her, poor addled-brain was short circuiting from trying to process her teammate's words. Not to mention how mortifying the heated-infused blood she could feel rising in her cheeks was. "You're my best friend and I'm not exactly the only single woman here. Far prettier girls here if you ask me—pick of the lot. No, you can't be in love with me—- just no way."

"Oh for the love—"

The celestial mage swore she caught a glimpse of slanted brows above scorching emerald fire in Salamander's eyes before his mouth was smashing down on hers in a searing kiss ; Needless to say, said female was caught completely off guard. Still, smooth lips were moving against hers with such insistent urgency that the mage couldn't help but automatically respond in with just spirited vigor; even during a rowdy chorus of catcalls, whistles and cheers heard from onlookers that she vaguely registered.

Natsu's hand meanwhile was instinctively pressing on the small of Lucy's back; while the other arm snaked around her waist to pull her flusher against him. Just as hers circled together around the nape of his neck at the same time. The next thing the celestial mage knew he was further deepening the kiss by running his tongue along the seam of her bottom lip; that was then being sucked into his mouth. Not only was the tactic tantalizing enough to light sparks of in Lucy's blood, but it also drew an airy moan out of her; which was more than well received by Natsu who growled in approval against her lips sending a tingly shiver down her spine.

My God is he a stellar kisser! Was all the only thought that crossed the summoner 's mind could; before all else was scattered by the insatiable fire wizard's velvet tongue slipping past her lips. The sensation of his tongue massaging hers though before sweeping/dragging along the roof of her mouth; Oh and a heady suck on Lucy's own for good measure—- all of that was what the stars were behind the mage's shut eyes were bursting from. Not to mention the rush of liquid heat between her legs.

More, more, more, Lucy craved more—- drowning in the ecstasy of it all, courtesy of Natsu. The fire-breather's defined leg wedging between the gaps her thighs, her fingers through his hair with a snug grip. Supple, masculine, hands all over creamy skin before skating down to—

"A-hem..."

The distinct noise of awkward throat clearing along with dry coughs of "a freakin' room you two— get one" from one nauseated-sounding Gray burst the pair's intimate little bubble. The blonde-haired member of the two meanwhile, just barely managed to bite back a noise of protest when the other pulled back ever so slightly.

"Huh—- looks like we got a little carried away just now" Nastu panted with a chuckle, though there didn't seem any hint of sheepish repentance in his voice at all — quite the opposite actually. More like he was extremely pleased with the turnout of events, if the smug grin spreading across his lips was anything to go by.

"Yeah—I'll say," came Lucy's reply, voice coming out a little ragged. Mavis knows that the euphoric high of the kiss was still singing in her veins. Not to mention the Natsu's forehead touching against hers; along with onyx-green piercing thrift honey-brown that the zodiac wielder swore she could get lost in too— profoundly intimate beyond words.

It's like he can see straight into my soul.

"Definitely attracted an audience."

"An audience, she says?" Cana's voice broke in from somewhere on the sidelines; which was practically dripping with dry sarcasm. "Gee—I wonder why."

"Yeah, me thinks our dear friend Lu stated the obvious" came Levy's wry quip." She did."

"Those two did get pretty hot and heavy," Lexus put in as a thoughtful observation. "Gotta hand it to Natsu though— dude has major kissing game."

"That's for sure" Gajeel concurred, sounding impressed." He managed to get bunny girl all hot just now. And she's clearly no slouch when it comes to kissin' either."

"Really?" The ice wizard cut in, with what sounded like a derisive snort." Cuz I beg to differ. I mean Lucy, sure, she did a great job. But lava - breath?! Watching him suck face was beyond nauseating! Ugh... So much cringe—pretty sure I just puked in my mouth just now. Anyone got some bleach on hand to permanently burn the gag-worthy image from my retinas?"

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A/N: That's the first chapter of Fire & Gold folks! Hope you enjoyed and feel free to let me know what you think! Now for a little background info on this fic and rest of the TDDACP anthology series including tantric flames) for those who are wondering. As stated previously, TDDACP that's set shortly after the events of the original Fairytail and 100 years quest in a way (which explains how the series is slightly AU and canon divergent). Team Natsu managed to successfully complete the century quest in a matter of a few months which enabled resume their normal lives at the guild. Natsu is still a dragonslayer-demon hybrid with full access to his dragonslayer and etherious magic that he can tap into from either mode . Moreover, all elements of his heritage can play a major influence on his personality and strength as wizard (among other aspects). Anyways, said wizard is fully aware that he's head over heels for Lucy though finally worked up the courage to confess as seen in this chapter. I'd like to point to point out that Natsu technically being an etherious dragonslayer -demon hybrid is still pretty much established canon based on what we've seen in the anime/manga series (including in 100 years quest during that battle with Ignea).

Same goes for Nalu being mutually and passionately in love and other with all the types of passion attraction that comes from it- the physical and sexual types included (even if they have yet to fully confess). (Sidenote: Levy is still expecting but isn't that far along in her pregnancy yet). All in all , this pretty much sums up why this series is only slightly au and canon divergent. Hope this background information provides enough insight to you all!

In other news: major bummer about the Fairytail anime-aka one of my favourite animes/manga series ending for now, huh? I mean talk about there being a major void in our hearts now lol. That said, we still have 100 years quest, city heros, Eden's Zero along with that giant crossover manga(Fairytail, EZ, and Rave Master combined) which are all excellent series for us to continue to enjoy and look forward to! Plus, there's a great chance of that animated FT sequel/ 100 year quest anime adaption being in the works based on what we've been hearing.

Anyways, pretty much said all that I wanted to for now folks ! Don't forget to let me know what you think, like, reblog and share! Oh and be sure to stay tuned for the next chapter and more Nalu Wips. Feel free to check out the rest of my writing, my other lovefest entry (Chapter 8 of Tantric) and those from the other amazing participants as well! (Corresponding links are above, in the navigation bar and bio if reading this on tumblr. See other writing platforms for links as well! ) All right, that's all for now folks ! Until next time— take care!

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paperclipninja · 5 years

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Younger post-ep ramble 6x12

So we've reached the end of yet another season of Younger and it seems like it only started 5 mins ago but also the premiere ep feels like 5 months ago and I'm sitting somewhere between denial and not coping because WHAT WAS THAT ENDING??? How are you all holding up? Holy shamole, the season 6 finale, 'Forever' (named because that's how long it's going to feel between this ep and the season 7 premiere), gave us a lot to process.

Picking up the day after the last episode, this week opens with Kelsey letting Liza know that it's her last day at Millennial, which triggers one of my fave scenes of the season as Liza dashes up to Charles' office to intercept Kelsey's 'Dear John' resignation letter before he sees it. One thing I have always loved about Liza is that despite the entire premise of the show up until this season being Liza's lie, she is so awful at actually lying, which is fab for us because Sutton Foster's comedic genius that comes out of her awkward over-explaining is golden. Charles knows she's lying, Liza knows he knows she's lying, the way Charles says 'I won't report you to HR' after Liza says she's taking the letter back because it's inappropriate almost calls for a fire blanket *fans self*, the entire exchange is SO good and somehow continues to get better when Liza decides to tell Charles that the 'really sexy stuff' is actually in the form of a limerick (I also love that he knows it's not her handwriting, I don't know why, I am simple folk and might be imagining that they leave little notes around for each other...). I want to read that limerick.

Kelsey finally catches up and props to her for even being able to walk let alone run in that amazing pink leather skirt, and she saves Liza from herself by informing Charles that she is in fact resigning and hands over her letter (which I also want to read btw). The delightful dynamic that's been developing between Kelsey and Charles these past few episodes continues as Charles implores her to take a leave, that she's too important and when Kelsey goes to shake his hand, which then turns into a hug and it's sweet and lovely, the way she leans on his arm is so daughterly and emphasises the 'family' theme of the season and seriously, I just wanted to see more of these two working together then this happened and all I was thinking at this point was, why aren't we allowed nice things?

Oh but we are, as I was quickly reminded by Diana Trout in the most incredible purple suit and turquoise accessories combo. Everything about her and this outfit belongs on an aspirational poster. We discover that Liza has deputized Lauren for some maid of honour duties and that about a week has passed since Kelsey left. Diana's strained, 'WE'RE HAPPY' is deceived by her shouting (as well as Lauren pointing out that both Diana and Liza's offices are out of Kleenex, ya know, because of crying and whatnot and p.s. I'm not ok at the thought of Queen Trout office crying), but the expression that flashes across her face oh so briefly when Liza says Kelsey's coming to the wedding is real happiness and relief (have I mentioned this week how amazing Miriam Shor is with her ability to say so much with just a look?).

I have absolutely adored seeing the relationship between Diana, Liza and Kelsey develop and grow this season, and Diana's reactions to her being able to attend the wedding but not the spa day speaks volumes to the genuine love and friendship they share. 'How can you be so bad at this maid of honour stuff? You're a thousand years old, this can't be your first rodeo'- I'm not even saying anything about that line, I just wanted to put it in my ramble somehow because it is so stellar it needs to be here because Diana giving Liza a hard time about her age now is everything and then some.

While Liza and Diana are heading to the Uncle Joe meeting, Kelsey and Zane are having a meeting of their own in the park. Kelsey reveals that she's branching out on her own and wants to give him her pitch for feedback. Zane offers her some advice, 'don't do it' and also suggests Kelsey check her ego, which in every other season and even the first part of this one I would've been saying 'YESSS, boom!' but now, not so much. But also a little bit. I am still quite confused about this whole dynamic and don't know if I like it or if I care. I liked Kelsey's response, 'with respect, my resume looks different to yours', she seemed very level headed, though it became evident fairly quickly that this conversation was less about work and more about their relationship for Zane. Zane saying she thought stepping down as publisher was her worst moment, he thought she was awesome, he wanted to be there for her was lovely and supportive and the confusion remains, Zane was being sweet but also maybe not? I'm not sure. There is definitely some truth in the fact that Kelsey does tend to play the victim (or has in the past at least). Regardless, Kelsey's expression as she was there on her own on the bench after Zane walked off oozed sadness, someone give that woman a hug.

Meanwhile at Uncle Joe's, aka Enzo's 'small g' godfather (I love the running gag of Enzo reassuring Diana he's not connected to the mafia), Diana, Enzo and Liza are in for a treat as the ice sculpture is revealed (LOL at Liza asking if it's the heart piece and complimenting it only to be told, 'no that's for a dog funeral'). A trout coming out of a toilet is honestly the greatest thing I could never have imagined, it is so literal and enormous and I love that someone actually had to make it and I think we were all Liza as she stated, 'I under-prepared'. Liza has her maid of honour duties cut out for her, but deploys two people who will definitely ensure the Trout/toilet masterpiece will never see the light of day. Maggie buttering up Joe to distract him is way too easy and then Lauren...what are you doing? You don't need to take your underwear off mate, take the pic with the safety of knicker fabric. I legit crossed my legs as the whole thing unfolded. I've gotta hand it to Uncle Joe for so calmly accompanying Lauren to the office to get the first aid kit despite his masterpiece being destroyed.

Before Maggie tackles the ice sculpture we see her once again being the oracle of the show when Kelsey rocks up at the loft looking for Liza (who Maggie says is in Queens and 'said something about Ice Capades, which is so Liza' - of course Liza would love theatrical figure skating). Can we just take a minute to appreciate how goddamn amazing Maggie looks in this episode? Her dress/headband combo in the scene with Kelsey is divine and I am in complete admiration of anyone who sits around at home dressed like that, fully made up and accessorised. If anyone turns up to my place unexpectedly I spend a good couple of minutes shouting 'just a minute' while I run around frantically trying to swap out pyjama pants with, well, not pyjama pants. Actual goddess. Kelsey being humble after a whole lot of tough pitches, 'maybe Zane was right, I let my ego get in the way', really shows the growth this character has had this season, and Maggie peps her with, 'do you still believe in yourself?' before suggesting that, 'sometimes you have to get into bed with the devil'. Turns out there's some kind of excellent story attached to how Maggie got her loft and I do love a tease, would love to see the follow up down the track (WHO did she get into bed with is all I wanna know).

Even though it's fairly obvious who Kelsey is going to get cosy with to try and secure some cashola, as she finishes her pitch (which is pretty darn amazing lbh), the reveal of Quinn at the end of the table is so damn fabulous. KLP Print is definitely up there with the worst names (seems it's true Younger style to intro terrible publishing house names in finales, shoutout to last year's Chick(y) and Kelsey using her initials as the title is so basic when she never is that it's really funny). My love of Quinn is no secret and I have to say, I would have LOVED to see an exploration of those two working together again properly. Fortunately we get more Quinn when she interrupts Liza and Charles at lunch. Liza is talking about how much pressure she's feeling and I know it's not the most interesting conversation but it's real stuff that people in real relationships talk about and I get that it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I just adore seeing Liza being so open with Charles about how she's feeling and Charles always listening with understanding and in this case, suggesting a vacation.

Liza seems quite caught off guard by the proposition of a merging-of-the-families trip to Scotland, though her smile when Charles says, 'I thought it was time we all get to know each other a little better', indicates she is up for it (once she checks with Caitlin, which we can take as confirmation she is in fact alive, she has been located and she is ok. No word yet on Beth). Also, my sappy little heart when Liza says, 'if WE leave the girls with Caitlin’, Liza defaulting to her and Charles and the girls as a little unit, not to mention that she's thinking that this trip will involve her and Charles getting some time alone together *le sigh*. But back to Quinn, I am here for icy Liza and Charles and Laura Benanti's ability to convey such a sense of not caring at all about what people think is incredible. As Quinn teases that she's teaming up with someone 'who used to work for you or with you or beside you, it's always so confusing over there' (these lines and delivery I swear) the actual award goes to her exiting line, 'my biggest donor is over there. Watching him eat is the hardest thing I do'. Actual laughing out loud. And yes Charles and Liza, it can be Kelsey (and spoiler alert: it is).

Now part of the reason Liza was late to her maid of honour duties earlier in the ep is because she discovered that a book pitch meeting has been booked for the day before the big wedding. I hate this author so much. He is the actual worst of any author I can remember pitching on this show, I just wanted him to go away the moment he started talking (he reminds me a bit of the boss from The IT Crowd for anyone playing at home who knows that show). The only purpose he served IMO was to get Redmond on our screen, which was totally worth it if only to hear him try to have a dig at Diana but only able to come up with, 'you,...you are ageless'. The other highlight of the scene is Diana's retort to Redmond having yet another swipe at her and Liza being there sans Kesley and that is Diana's 'you know what they say? IHL...it's her loss. They don't say that, do they?' to which Liza responds, ' I don't...I'm not sure'. I am outright obsessed with Diana and Liza and need them in every possible scenario please and thank you.

Don't get me wrong, Michael Urie delivers every zinger like noone else, but this whole scene in the context of the episode felt like a hark back to the OTT ageist jokes of season 1 and it all felt like it was for the sake of it tbh (though ‘elderly dithering’ still makes me chuckle) I get it, JOMO, giving up the imaginary, alternate life to be in the real one, very much building on the set up of Liza leaving behind her 26 year old life, but this was 2 mins and 41 seconds that could have been wedding time. I would've honestly watched a whole ep of Diana getting ready and the wedding very happily, but I appreciate that there was a lot that needed to be addressed, so even a couple more mins would've been wonderful and could've served this episode more than that insufferable author and pretty pointless pitch (plus Redmond was invited to the wedding so we could've had Redmond and bonus wedding time so win win! Next time...).

It was nice to see Kelsey and Liza out having a drink and catching up. Liza once again assures Kelsey that she supports her in whatever she does but makes it quite clear that she thinks going into business with Quinn is a terrible idea. Kelsey then fills Liza in on what Josh is up to, Liza fills Kelsey in on their convo from the week before that did not go down so well and Kelsey isn't surprised because apparently Liza is 'kind of the most important woman in his life who isn't teething'. You know what? That actually made me really sad. I mean, Josh and Liza have not been in a romantic relationship for what, 18 months or two years? He lives with Kelsey and Lauren, has a great relationship with Maggie, (I'm not dense btw, I understand why this line is there), but Josh not having any other women who he would consider important in his life despite all these amazing female friends?

One thing I was enjoying about Josh this season was his moving forward and having a purpose. After last season's terrible stagnation for his character, seeing him reestablish a relationship with Claire, have a baby, his friendship with Lauren continuing to evolve, it was all looking so on track. Then these past couple of episodes, I feel like he's had a massive regression again and I just feel bad for the character and think that surely he can serve a purpose beyond pining for Liza because he did that already for the whole of season 5. I do like that Liza is sticking with her mantra of making choices in life, of refocusing on other things, on new horizons and I do believe she's really trying, but her fickleness is certainly a constant struggle for her throughout the whole series. More and more, especially since the lie came out, I'm seeing Liza's longing for or looking back more at the life of a 26 year old and it'll be interesting to see if it's Josh she's actually feeling she's missing out on or the life he represented (and which there's no reason she can't live aspects of now). Liza's forlorn expression when Kelsey toasts to 'no looking back' has also been making quite a few appearances these past few eps.

Aside from my fave terrible person Quinn, my other favourite recurring guest this season has been Infinitely 21's Shelly. As she and Josh are finalising the Inkburg Midtown details, her unquenchable thirst once again becomes apparent as she tells him, 'we all want a piece of you..I keep saying piece, I don't even know why' (I love Josh's, 'it happens', I mean how do you even respond to someone like Shelly?) As Shelly and Josh go through his look book to find some pieces appropriate for a 'tat and scat', Shelly of course sees the hourglass and loves it but Josh, dude, why is it in the look book if it was a one off? C'mon. Again, I get it for the story and Shelly is on it, 'please don't say you forgot who she is'. Oh sweet, innocent Shelly, if only you knew.

Ok, now the reason we're all here, THE event of the year and that of course is the Royal Wedding. Everyone looks amazing (Maggie = wowsers!) and I have made no secret of my excitement at seeing the whole Younger fam glammed up at an event together. It's really happening!!! Liza has finally figured out her maid of honour gig as she welcomes guests, including Enzo's mother who proclaims she saw a crow flying upside down on the way to the church, 'it's a bad omen', to which Liza accurately and hilariously replies, 'especially for the crow'.

Upon hearing from Liza that Kelsey wants something that she owns, Charles finds himself a seat next to Kelsey in the church and oh my heart. I honestly never anticipated that I would be gushing about the relationship between these two characters, despite the fact I had it as a wish for season 6, it has exceeded my expectations. Charles' sincerity in offering Kelsey a stake in the company, asserting that she is family, 'I knew that the day you sacrificed everything you wanted to save us', ok it was me who took all the Kleenex from Diana and Liza's offices because EMOTIONS. His gratitude is genuine and deep, I mean never mind that it was her drunken error that caused the issue, Charles' whole refocus on the importance of the people around him this season really lead to this wonderful moment and he leaves the ball in her court knowing he has done all he can to show Kelsey that she really is valued.

Liza helping Diana from the car, OH. EM. GEE I am in love. Diana and Liza's friendship is my highlight of this entire season and this exchange did not disappoint. Diana looks so amazing. Her necklace that Liza helped Enzo pick out has it's own moons probably and Diana telling Liza that 'as a maid of honour you're slow burn but in the end you're white hot' was almost too much but also exactly the right amount. Fun fact: When you look up the meaning of magnificent in the dictionary you get this gif of the doors opening on Diana as she waits to enter the church. She is composed and beautiful and as she walks towards the beaming Enzo, Kesley and Zane are rekindling, which is sweet but again, who knows for how long? There's just so much happiness and love in the air! It is everything I ever hoped for and more. I do wish we'd heard the vows and/or seen the 'I now pronounce you husband and wife' though, I am legit sad that we didn't see at least a little bit of the ceremony.

We also have Josh turning up as the plus one, ok yes, it makes sense Lauren would invite him but also, have some self respect man. On the one hand I get it, when you are so infatuated with someone you will do anything to see them, but Liza specifically asked for some space so I am struggling to understand why he would accept the invite or at least not text Liza and give her a heads up or ask if she minds or something you know? Again, I know it's TV and there needs to be the DRAH-MAH etc. In saying that, the tattoo conversation I actually thought was lovely.

Prior to that though, my dream of seeing everyone at the event together is realised, we see Maggie's ice sculpture and the hint at a Maggie and Lauren rekindling (also, Liza going over to Charles in the background and cosying up to him, I see you). We do catch the end of Diana and Enzo's first dance and hear Diana referred to as Mrs. DeLuca. Enzo giving her a hard time about her eye twitch every time she is called that is so freaking adorable and Diana and Enzo together are adorable IT'S JUST ALL ADORABLE and seeing Diana so relaxed and happy is honestly everything and yes, I'M GUSHING. Again.

I do like that Josh calls himself out, that it is super weird seeing him at the wedding. Because it really is. Josh looked devastated at Liza's initial response to the tattoo question and to me, it’s because her saying he can use it is like she's so willing to let go of him that she doesn't even want to preserve anything from the time they were together. I think that for Josh, her answer was indicative of whether she was really closing him out of her life for good. I'm finding the use of flashbacks (last week in the montage this week with the tattoo) interesting in these Josh/Liza interactions, it's not something the show has ever really done before and while last week's certainly felt like a poignant reflection, I can't help but wonder if it's also serving the purpose of reminding the audience of the relationship that once was in an effort to get viewers on side with it again (obviously many viewers never stopped wanting them together).

But I do completely understand Liza's decision not to want anyone else to have the tattoo. It is theirs, it signifies an important part of her life and their relationship and this scene did what Younger does so infuriatingly well. Last year it was the cacao dream and this year it is this scene, there is enough ambiguity to interpret this scene as either closure and a transition of Josh and Liza's relationship away from anything romantic or for those fans of the Josh and Liza romance, it allows for hope that it may reignite one day. It was left open and closed enough to go either way.

The moment I heard 'Take my breath away' playing, I swear, I could not BELIEVE my ears. I never thought this show would do something so cliche yet here we are and I loved every second of it. Liza calling it 'our song', asking Charles if he asked them to play it and the way he answered I AM DYING (note to self - any episode that plays this Berlin hit will involve a proposal). Seeing Liza and Charles slow dancing on that dance floor was everything, I am such a sucker for a couple dancing like this and it was perfect, I may be melting into a puddle of goo just thinking about the way he holds her hand so close to his heart (though Liza's apprehensive look about the Scotland trip wasn't a fave, she seemed pretty relieved to be able to get out of that one). There I was watching, my simple mind and face grinning at the dancing when suddenly I hear the word honeymoon. I'm sorry, WHAT?! Ok, so I, along with many others I'm sure, had an inkling there might be a proposal. I have to say that in my mind Charles Brooks would never propose at someone else’s wedding, HOWEVER he himself has admitted to being impulsive when it comes to matters of the heart and the moving in conversation from episode 8 was when my cogs began to turn and wonder if we mightn't see something like this play out.

I LOVE how he's just speaking softly into her ear, it's so damn intimate and as Charles begins his beautiful speech there's a smile that flashes across Liza's face as she computes what's happening, because she's a human person who has the most romantic monologue ever being delivered to her. His pause as he says 'with...everything about you' ugh, his love for her is palpable in that moment, I seriously need a lie down just from writing about it. Kelsey barging in with 'I do, I DO, I've been trying to think of a reason not to say yes but there isn't one' (listen to your friend Liza, she is wise) is so perfect, it's SO Younger, her answer being the answer Liza should've been giving (and the fact she didn’t setting up the cliffhanger rather nicely). Meanwhile, Liza is trying not to have a panic attack as all the fab women band together to ‘We are family’, but as she gets caught in the middle of the conga line, Charles expectant and hopeful and her smiling, they share that moment between the two of them despite the chaos around them, as their eyes remain locked across the room.

The beauty of television is that you get on for the ride and you never know where you might end up. At the start of the season I certainly wouldn't have thought waiting to hear Liza's response to Charles proposing would be the finale cliffhanger and I'm not sure how I feel about it to be honest, but you know what the only good thing about a 9 month hiatus between seasons is? We get 9 months to speculate and theorise and re-watch the whole series a normal number of times *cough* and digest it all.

And that, folks, is another season of our fave show done. I do plan to do a season review at some point, but I just want to thank all of you who indulge me by reading the excessive number of words I plonk on a page week after week, the interactions and feedback are wonderful and I really appreciate it all.

I guess it’s time to get back to those real life responsibilities I’ve been ignoring the past 3 months (though JOMO, amirite?).

#youngertv #younger tv #ramble #6x12 #younger season 6 #liza miller #charles brooks #kelsey peters #diana trout #enzo deluca #maggie amato #lauren heller #zane anders #liza x chalres #diana x enzo #denzo #team charles

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the-madame21 · 6 years

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Ayato Sleeping Vampire

So shoutout to all the asks I’ve been getting, you guys gave me the mojo to finish this haha! My translations are by no means uhh good? So please take everything with a grain of salt. I do this for my own comprehension benefits. Yikes my Japanese was rusty as hell lol. Time to get back in the game though! Enjoy!

-black screen-

Tch...Oi, wake up, Chichinashi.

If I attack like usual then it should be fine.

I don’t mean I’m hungry.

I came all the way to your room to play, so why are you sleeping?

Seriously, open your eyes. It’s no fun in you’re not awake.

Hey, look at me!

What is this. Do you think such a fake way of sleeping is going to keep me away?

Heheh. Well, if you want to play like that, then I can play along...

If you’re unresponsive, then I can do anything I want, right?

Nn….touching you in the places you don’t like is fun, but...

For the current you, anything I do will end up being a reward for you.

You’ve already gotten used to it. You’re much scarier.

Making a face like you don’t know anything, you can’t deny my fangs.

Rather than denying my fangs...you’ve already accepted them.

...really. That’s why it’s so much fun.

By the way, these days, I haven’t seen your face filled with fear.

Even your pain filled face, it changes quickly. (into pleasure)

And your eyes getting all glazed over...well, that’s not so bad, is it?

Hahaha. I’m not gonna let you say it doesn’t happen.

I’m talking about that face you make that’s inviting for men.

You understand, right?

...

Tch...how much longer are you going to continue to fake sleep for?

Well fine, why not? If it’s like this then I’ll do whatever I want.

Ore-sama wants to see a face that’s filled with something more than just pleasure.

I want it frightened by terror and with your shoulders shaking.

Painful, and difficult, it’d be good watching you cry senseless.

And then after you’ve run out of tears, seeing your eyes filled with despair would also be good.

Aah...it’s been a while since I’ve seen that.

Hey...isn’t it fine?

….tch.

Oi, Chichinashi! This is the part where you suddenly wake up.

What’s with that reaction. It’s annoying.

Since it’s come to this, I really will do it.

Because my fangs are already so excited.

I’ll do something else….hahaha.

You think you’ve been through so much.

That’s only a part of it.

I can give you pain you’ve never tasted before.

To see if you can bear it...I’ll give it a try.

Hahaha...you’re wrinkling your eyebrows.

Even if you tense up like that, what hurts will hurt and what’s painful will be painful.

Don’t regret it.

*kiss*

-opens eyes, Ayato appears on screen-

Pfft...that face! With your eyes open, what’s up? Heheh…*kiss*

Have you finally woken up?

Oi! Don’t push the one that woke you up!

Haha...isn’t your face a bit too red?

What do you mean?...it was a kiss.

-happy fang filled smile-

I don’t know what you’re not getting but..you liked it, right?

After kissing, you made a totally entranced face, you know?

Well, it was a kiss from Ore-sama. It’s only natural you’d make such a face.

Still...even though I kissed you, don’t go resisting.

Oh...or did you think I was going to do something more intense?

Hey...what were you imagining behind closed eyes?

You heard me. Say it.

Did you think I was going to do something even more amazing?

Heheheh. Oi, so what is it?

Even if you deny it, your true emotions have already been exposed.

Did you imagine it? The sort of horrible things I would do to you?

Hey...was a kiss not enough?

Hahaha...honestly, shut up, don’t get angry.

Even though you were sleeping soundly, you sure opened your eyes fast.

It’ll be a hundred million years before you can defy me.

Stop? *scoffs* Do you think you can say such a thing?

Ore-sama is hurt. Because you tried to trick me, didn’t you?

Why were you pretending to sleep?

Huh? You were really asleep?

Are you stupid? I don’t want to hear your excuses.

...why are you trying to back away. Don’t do that without my permission.

Hah? It’s normal to attack you while you’re asleep. What are you saying now?

Stu--pid. I don’t care whether you’re sleepy or not.

Why are you so sleepy in the first place...tch. Are you hiding something from Ore-sama?

Could it be...you haven’t been bitten by one of the others?

Knowing what will happen if someone else sucks your blood...but that’s not it?

You were studying up until recently...it takes you that long?

Well, something like that doesn’t matter to Ore-sama at all….

Are they related…? Homework? A collection of math problems...I don’t know.

First of all I don’t even know what the problems are.

An English quiz? I don’t know about that either.

Why…? Because I was asleep during class, so I don’t remember.

Both English and math problems are like chanting a spell. It’s normal to get sleepy while listening to them drone on.

Ha?? There’s no need to take notes of such things.

There’s no need to do that. If I do need it, I’ll take it (the notes) from you.

Shut up! Even though you’re just Chichinashi, don’t talk like you’re so high up.

Sleeping or not, it doesn’t really matter.

I don’t make a hobby of sitting and listening to boring lessons like you.

Ha? There’s a test next week? That’s the first I’ve heard of it…

Haa?! Shut up! I’m not gonna worry over such a small thing.

Eh? Are you worried about me passing second-year?

Ah, that’s right. You’ll be the one that’s troubled if we’re not in the same class.

Huh? You will be troubled, won’t you?

For example, at the times when you want me to suck your blood so much that it’s unbearable.

I won’t be able to provide you with that.

Heheh...what’s with that? There’s been times when you’ve wanted it.

“I want to be pierced by Ayato-kun’s fangs.”

Even if you don’t say it, it’s written on your face.

Heheh. That’s what it looks like.

For example...ah that’s right. At the end of yesterday’s class you were spacing out, weren’t you!

No, I remember. You were making a face that looked like you were about to drool.

That...were you thinking about me?

Don’t lie!

So then why were you making that kind of face?

Even though you were the one who told me not to sleep during class.

You weren’t going to say that you were just sleepy and yawning, were you?

What is that, eh?

Since you’re not saying anything, you really do accept it.

Even though we were in class, what were you thinking about? Go on, tell me.

What part of Ore-sama were you thinking about? Anything is good.

Shut up! Even if it was a star or something it doesn’t matter.

Answer me! You like these fangs? Or…

-black screen-

*licks*

This tongue?

-Ayato again-

Heheheh….you, like being licked, don’t you?

Hey, is it really that nice? Getting licked...heheh.

Ah, it depends on the place I’m licking? Well, I already know all of the good spots.

You like being licked more than being touched, right? So, how is it?

If you don’t answer quickly, the number of questions will increase.

With your face all red, it’s for your own good to answer honestly.

...heheh. So say it obediently from the beginning that you like it.

Well, I already knew it. That you like me so much you can’t hold back.

Heheh...you’re the one that confessed.

You like being licked by this tongue of mine, don’t you?

Heheheh. You’ve already gotten used to this taste.

Of course I mean the taste of being played with like this.

Ha…? Oi, what did you just say?

Eh, do you think you can say you don’t like Ore-sama?

Saying such awful things...you’re a horrible woman.

Even though I’m trying to please you?

What, do you have any complaints?

Ehh...that’s some nice courage. Talking back to Ore-sama, you won’t get away with something like that.

What am I gonna do with you…

For the time being, I’m gonna drag you out of this fluffy bed.

How about we go to the torture room? It’s been a while. I’m not gonna let you say you forgot (everything we’ve done there).

Heheh. Once you thought of that, you’re completely awake now.

Shut up. You don’t have to go to sleep.

I’m telling you I’m going to be with you. You should be honored.

Ah? As if I care that there’s school tomorrow.

If you’re sleepy then just go to sleep and skip school, eh?

What do you mean you’re going to go even though Ore-sama is still asleep?

As if I’d forgive that. Are you stupid?

Why are you always going on about school?

If I take my eyes off you for one second then I won’t even know what classroom you’re in.

Earlier you didn’t even get back until third period.

Extracurricular activities? You went to such a thing?

What was I doing in the meantime? I wasn’t doing anything.

When I woke up there was no one in class, so I figured I’d sleep some more while I wait for you.

When I was walking around the halls, I ended up getting found by Reiji, so I ran away to the broadcasting room.

The lazy guy was in there sleeping so soundly that he didn’t wake up even when I broke a vase that was in there.

He didn’t wake up at all. Something’s wrong with that guy’s head.

Eh? It was just a vase.

Honestly I thought I was going to throw it, but I stopped since it was heavy.

What’s up with that? Don’t go worrying about other people.

That’s right. What else could it be?

Geez. I went looking for you because you weren’t around.

Shut up! Even when you’re changing for P.E. class, you take too long!

I don’t remember how long.

I’m just telling you, you just need to take me to my next class.

It’s because you suddenly disappear on your own that it gets boring.

Nfu. I’m not letting you sleep until it gets dark. We’re skipping today.

Heeh. Then, let’s test if you can get me to sleep.

Heheh. If you can do it, then go ahead and try.

But today, Ore-sama has only attended P.E. class. I slept through all the others.

A hint?

Even if you ask me, I won’t be able to think of anything.

But you’re the one doing it, right? Even if you sing like a bird, I might end up waking up instead.

After that is what…

Aah, you also could use books…

Hmmm. In that case there is a book I would like you to read to me.

The title? I wonder what it was...I don’t remember but it’s a really intriguing book.

It seems like the kind of book that’d be in the class after P.E...in that case there’s a lot in there, isn’t there?

It’s probably stuff that they can’t put in textbooks. Fufu...don’t you also wanna know?

I’m pretty sure it was in Laito’s room but…

Haha yup. It was in that Hentai’s room.

Since it was in that shelf in the far back, it’s probably a pretty inappropriate book.

Hey, you’re curious aren’t you?

Ah, it’s about the human body? In that case, wouldn’t it explain the process of reproduction?

Hah? It has an anatomical chart? The vascular blood vessel’s job...what the hell is that?

Even if you try to trick Ore-sama it won’t work!

...well it’s fine. We’ll understand once we get the book.

Aren’t you looking forward to it?

Especially...the sensual scenes? I wouldn’t mind explaining it with your body.

Ahh, but if its read from top to bottom, then we’re gonna have to redo it. (Sometimes, Japanese is read from top to bottom. Here Ayato uses the term bouyomi, meaning something like (bamboo) stick reading, so literally he means if the book is printed with the writing going vertically)

Make sure to read it with a lot of feeling. And make sure you imagine it properly.

If there’s any parts you don’t understand, Ore-sama will explain it to you.

For example...like this? (there’s the assumption here that he touches her)

Hahaha what’s that...pfft...what a lame reaction.

I get it. Instead of just talking about it let’s do the real thing.

It’s fine, just obediently listen to what I’m telling you.

You wanted to get Ore-sama to fall asleep, didn’t you?

In that case, you do something about it.

I’ll probably fall asleep listening to that book you’re going to read.

If you understand then hurry up and go get the book.

I’m not going to listen to what you say. Hurry up and bring it.

Ah...but. Given the time, I can’t let you go into that Hentai’s room.

I’ll go get it, so be patient and wait here. I’ll pick out something amazing.

Once I get the book, you’ll explain it to me right? Heheh.

*touch*

O--w!

Tch. Grabbing onto me with that kind of strength--it’s ridiculous.

Heh. Well something like this is nothing.

Or is it…

Haha. Since you’re grabbing on so desperately...what is it that you want Ore-sama to do?

You don’t want me to get the book, so then you’re saying it’s fine if I stay awake?

Or is it...ah. I see.

This desperation is because you don’t want me to leave the bed.

If you don’t want me to leave, then isn’t it fine to just ask? So that’s why…

Say you don’t want me to leave.

I can’t hear you. We--ll. Then, Ore-sama will go get the Hentai’s book…

*touch*

Hahaha. Coming at me like that.

What’s wrong about it? You don’t want me to go, do you?

Since you don’t want to read the book, why not just say that?

Heheh….be more honest.

You don’t really want to separate from me, do you.

Heeh~ I get it I get it. If that’s the case, then tell me you don’t want me to leave.

Like this...hug me.

Your heart’s racing so much.

That sort of thing makes me happy.

And also… *breathes* there’s a sweet scent.

Why do you have such a sweet scent…

Possibly...today you want your blood sucked.

You’re making a face like you want something, so, I won’t.

It’s not a smile. More like…

Nn…

Ha...heheheh, that face…

I can’t get enough.

Of what…? It’s what I said.

It’s irresistibly cute, is what I said.

What’s wrong? It’s fine.

It’s what Ore-sama thinks, so all you have to do is obediently accept it.

Does it seem like I would just say that sort of thing to anyone?

Heh. Happiness and a look like you can’t stand it anymore, it’s written on your face, you know?

Well, it was something Ore-sama said to you specifically so, it’s to be expected.

Hey...come closer.

*kissu*

You should do it too. Kissing...just do it the way you like.

*touch*

Pfft...clumsy.

Do it more firmly. Otherwise it’s not enough.

More….*kissu*

Heheh. It’s already completely become night.

Well, should we start getting ready to sleep, then?

What I’m saying is, if we go to bed now, by the time the limousine is out front, we’ll already be dreaming.

What, you won’t sleep and just go to school?

Tch. You can’t seriously be saying that.

Oi, just fall fast asleep already.

Well, kissing while sleeping doesn’t seem so bad, right?

*kissu*

Hahaha. It’s ok to fall asleep while getting all tangled up and messy.

While looking at your melting face, being filled with the desire to control, there’s no telling when we’ll fall asleep.

That sort of thing is normal though, I think.

But it’s also unexpected.

I’ll kiss you, so that way you can go to bed quickly….*kissu*

Just forget about school. Even if you go, you’ll just fall asleep in the middle of the test.

Stop worrying about such unnecessary things. (I think that’s what he said but not sure)

That’s why, instead of going to school...just stay with me forever.

You just need to sleep in my arms like this.

That way I won’t lose sight of you.

Because you’re always running around collecting print-outs or cleaning, aren’t you?

Those things are unnecessary. You should move only for me.

In the first place, our seats are too far away.

Why are school chairs only made for one person. It should be a sofa, you know. A sofa.

Isn’t it perfect for Ore-sama to just wrap his arms around you?

Because I’d never let go.

Heheh. Just give up already.

You already can’t run away.

Quickly, now, let’s sleep.

….Goodnight.

*fades to black*

…

……

…...hn.

What is it? Have you really fallen asleep?

*Ayato appears again*

Pfft, what a dumb face. Why’s your mouth open?

This face isn’t quite amusing but...it’s not bad either.

*kissu*

Just by touching your lips, you get such a good feeling.

Well, what will you do?

Tch. Go to sleep soundly…

It’s already become time for us to wake up.

Heheh.

If you see someone other than Ore-sama in your dreams, I won’t forgive you, got it?

Properly...only look at me…

When we wake up in the morning, what kind of dreams you’ll have seen, make sure to tell me…

Nnnn…[your name}...*soft kisses*

I love you….

#madame translates #dl shit #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers #vandead carnival #sleeping vampire

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 6 years

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Hold Me Close and Love Me True

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3750

Summary: Simon asks Baz to sleep over for the first time. Baz is his anxious self and overcomplicates it. Based on spooning request.

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AN: Shoutout to @carryonmylovelies for helping with the title. She is literally the best, love you dude <3 Also I've just realised this is the third fic in a row in Baz's POV and about his fears. Sorry if it feels repitive, I didn't mean for it to happen. The boy just has a lot of different fears to explore and I like to write about it lol. I promise the next fic will be different. For now, enjoy this one :)

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Baz

I don’t know how Snow does it, but he’s gorgeous even when he’s disgusting. He’s dozing on the couch, arm hanging off the edge, snoring loudly, drool dripping from the corner of his lip (mouth breather), and he’s still the most beautiful thing in the entire world. I’m sitting on the floor next to him, playing with his hanging fingers. I’m technically watching the end of “UP” but I’m more focused on him. Simon Snow, a snoring, drooling, handsome Disney prince.

I shouldn’t be surprised he passed out so easily. Greek takeaway always makes him slip into a food coma. But I know he can’t sleep on this couch. It’ll hurt his neck and give him a headache. Then he’ll be all mopey tomorrow, calling me to ask if I can come over after school to comfort him. Of course I would come over, but I’d rather him not be in pain.

Carefully, I shake his shoulder. “Snow,” I whisper. “Snow, wake up.”

His face scrunches up and he grunts with annoyance. “No.”

“You need to go to bed, Snow.”

He groans low and deep. “Don’t wanna move.”

I sigh. “You have to get up, or you’re going to have a crick in your neck again.”

“That happened once.”

“And it will happen again if you sleep here. Get up.”

He groans again even louder. With dramatic effort, he rolls onto his side, slightly crushing his wing. I expect him to swing his legs off the couch and slouch his way to his bedroom. But instead, he lifts his arms up, flexing his hands.

“Carry me?” he asks sleepily.

I cross my arms. “Seriously? Are you five?”

He whines in that utterly pathetic, utterly adorable way and keeps grabbing at empty air. I sigh very dramatically, so he knows this is under reluctance. “You’re so lucky I love you,” I grumble.

Carefully, I put one arm under his knees and the other around his back. He’s easy to lift up (hooray vampire strength), but the wings are a bit more of an issue. They smack me in the face at first. I grumble and try to push them out of the way. I usually quite like the wings (not that I’ll admit it out loud), but right now I have to strain up to see what’s in front of me. Aleister Crowley, this is a bad idea.

Snow’s arms wind around my neck. Suddenly, I feel his nose nestle under my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. He curls into me like an affectionate cat. His warmth overwhelms my hypersensitive body. Okay, maybe this is somewhat alright idea.

Very slowly, I make my way down the narrow hallway. I do my best to keep Snow’s limbs and dragon appendages from hitting anything but it’s difficult with my lack of vision. His foot bangs sourly on his bedroom door frame, and he hisses into my skin.

“Sorry, love,” I say.

“S’fine,” he replies. Lucky for me he’s more forgiving when he’s tired, and he’s more forgiving of me now that we’re dating.

We reach Simon’s very messy bed. I lower him down on the rumpled sheet, careful to not crush his wings and tail. I don’t bother with the blanket. Snow, despite his name, runs incredibly hot. After getting both his legs on the mattress, I lean down and press my lips to his forehead. He’s so warm, like the soft glow from a fireplace.

“Goodnight, Simon,” I whisper against his skin.

I start to stand, but Snow’s arms suddenly tighten around my neck, keeping me kneeling and choking me. “No,” he whines quietly, “stay.”

My blood suddenly goes even colder than it already is. That word sends me into an odd sort of panic. What does he mean by that? Stay here uncomfortably kneeling? Kiss his forehead again? Or, stay the night, in his bed...

Fuck. That’s not something we’ve done before, not really. I slept in his arms at Christmas, but I don’t really count it. I was restless for an hour then panicked and went to my bed. And in the month Simon and Penelope have had this flat, he’s never asked for me to stay. I may have shared a room with Simon Snow for years, but I’ve never slept in his bed, and the idea of doing so is both exhilarating and terrifying.

“What do you mean?” I ask with only a little quiver in my voice.

“Stay,” he says again.

I sigh heavily. He’s even more inarticulate when he’s sleepy. “Please elaborate, Snow. Do you want me to stay kneeling on this cold floor? Because it’s very uncomfortable.”

“No.” He pulls me closer, forcing me to nearly bend in half. “Sleep here. With me.” His eyes slide half open, nervously biting his lip. “I-If you want, that is...”

Bloody hell, what do I want? Obviously I want to stay. I always want to stay with Simon. But I’ve never really shared a bed with someone in a romantic context, except that one time where I freaked out. What if I do it wrong? Is there a way to do it wrong? There has to be, and I’ll probably do it. I’ve done quite a lot wrong in regards to Snow, romantically and otherwise. But I want to. If he wants to.

“If you really want me to,” I ask quietly.

He presses my nose into my cheek, sighing against my skin. “I really do.”

Fuck, guess he does want to. That’s not scary. Not at all. “Okay.” I start to stand up, but Snow keeps his arms tight. “Snow,” I chuckle, “I have to get up to change. I’m not sleeping in jeans.”

“Mm, fine.” He lets his arms fall like limp noodles.

“May I borrow some of your pyjamas? They are mostly clean right?”

“Yes,” he grumbles. “Tosser.”

I chuckle as I walk to his dresser. It looks like a tornado hit it, sleeves and pant legs spilling out the sides, but that’s normal. Luckily they do smell clean. I pick out a long sleeve shirt and some trackies. I look over my shoulder, just to check that Snow still has his eyes closed. Good. We may be dating, but he still hasn’t seen me in my pants. I’m already sleeping over and that’s enough for me tonight. Baby steps are necessary so I don’t completely panic.

I quickly take off my clothes and replace them with Simon’s. They’re soft, and warm, and they smell like him. I press the shirt collar to my nose and quietly sniff. Fresh baked cinnamon rolls, pulled straight from the oven. Yes, that’s definitely Simon. Not sure I’m going to give this shirt back. I walk to the bed, where Snow is all spread out like a starfish. I sigh heavily.

“If you want me to sleep here, Snow, you have to make room,” I say. Snow makes an annoyed noise then rolls on his side, leaving a space for me. Problem is he’s still on top of the blankets my much colder body needs. I sigh, then try to pull the quilt down. Snow, tired as he is, offers minimal help, lifting his legs and hips slightly. I eventually do get under the covers, laying my head on the pillow. And I freeze.

Fuck, this is actually happening. I’m in Snow’s bed, under Snow’s too thin blanket, head resting on Snow’s lumpy pillow. This is incredible and absolutely paralyzing. Literally. I’m completely still, like a statue. Body straight, hands over my stomach, staring up at the patchy ceiling. I can feel Simon’s heat radiating off him right next to me. I want to reach out and touch him, but I don’t know if I’m allowed. I’m not even sure how to ask.

“What’s wrong?” Simon whispers. I turn my head, and he’s looking at me. His eyes are only half open but his brows are pulled together.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I reply.

“Bollocks. You look more high strung than your violin.”

I don't know how he’s this articulate when he’s tired, but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let this go. His furrowed brow isn’t settling. “It’s not that bad,” I say quietly. “I’ve just, never slept over with someone I was dating, obviously. I’m not sure what to do.”

He frowns slightly. “You slept in my arms at Hampshire.”

I chuckle quietly. “Yes, for an hour before I got uncomfortable and scared and went to my own bed.”

He frowns even more. “Are you scared now?”

“No, love, no. Just, nervous. You’re my first boyfriend, all of this is new for me.”

Simon’s eyes open wider. He still looks concerned. He shuffles a bit forward, then reaches out and taps hand against mine, something we do to reassure each other. It started when Simon was first recovering from the Mage debacle. He would lay in bed for days not speaking, and I was unsure what I could do to help. So I started just brushing my hand against his, silently letting him know that he wasn’t alone. Eventually, he started brushing my hand back. Now it’s our nonverbal way of saying, “I’m here for you.” I smile softly at him, and tap his hand back.

“Thank you, love,” I reply.

He smiles back, the worry finally melting from his face. “I do get it,” he says, so quiet the words only fill the space between us, “it was freaky for me too. But I promise you sleeping next to someone isn’t that freaky. It’s nice, really.”

I have to suppress the sting of jealousy in my gut. Yes, he would know, because of Wellbelove. Who he slept next to and fawned over while my heart broke. I can’t really blame him, he didn’t know how I felt. In fact, I did everything in my power to make sure he didn’t know. But he knows now, and he’s good to me. So the sting fades quickly.

I firmly grab his hand, his heat spreading over my palm. “I’ll take your word for it, Snow.”

His lips twist in thought. I can see him trying to sort through the beautiful tornado that is his brain. “You can, uh,” he starts, “we could, try stuff.”

I inhale sharply. Oh fuck. We just started snogging on the couch occasionally. Anything more definitely requires more time and discussion. Simon must see my panic because he immediately moves closer and starts shaking his head.

“No! Not like that, definitely not like that.”

“Okay, good,” I sigh. “Even if we were ready for anything like that, I think the Greek food wouldn’t be happy.”

He giggles. It’s such a beautiful sound. “Yeah, you’re definitely right.”

“So what in Merlin’s name are you talking about, Snow?”

“I mean, mostly what I like about sleeping next to someone is like...touching and stuff. So we can try that, if you want.”

That makes my heart pick up in a completely different way. “So, essentially, you want to cuddle.”

He smiles and squeezes my hand. “Yeah, pretty much. I’d like that a lot. Would you?”

I chew on my bottom lip, running my thumb over the back of his hand. Why is this so frightening? Why do I make things so hard for myself? I can do this. I won’t mess it up. “Yes, I do.” He grins. “I just don’t know how it’s going to work.”

“It’s just cuddling, Baz, not rocket science.”

I give him a pointed look, then reach up to flick the corner of his wing. He hisses slightly. “I mean your extra appendages, Snow. You’ve said they make sleeping alone hard, so I can’t imagine adding me into the mix will help.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess.” I watch him think about it. Well, I assume he’s thinking about it. I’ve always assumed his thoughts resemble his disjointed rambling, if he thinks it over at all. Usually he just does the first thing that pops into his big beautiful head. But right now he’s taking awhile. I lose some interest and look back up at the ceiling.

“Oh,” he says, and before I can ask what “oh” means, I have an entire teenage boy on my chest.

“Oof!” All the air is suddenly forced out of my lungs. Snow has decided to sprawl himself on top of me. His head is on my shoulder, our chests are half pressed together, and the rest of his body is just straight up crushing mine. I flinch when his wing joint gets nearly hits my face. I can’t even revel in the fact that Simon Snow is on top of me because I’m just struggling to breathe.

“Snow,” I say, voice strained, “I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sorry!” He rolls back onto his side., and I take a deep breath. “Sorry, I thought, you know, vampire strength and all.”

“Vampire strength doesn’t negate the need for oxygen. What even was that?”

He shrugs, obviously embarrassed. “I don’t know. I usually sleep on my front, and I wanted to be near you, so I thought maybe...sorry...” He shrugs again and I sigh. Typical Simon. Nice thought, poor execution.

“It’s alright. Let’s just find a way that’s not going to crush me.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “that sounds like a good idea. How do you want to?”

It’s my turn to shrug. The habits you pick up from your partner are astounding. “I don’t know. You’re the expert.”

He scoffs. “I’m hardly an expert, love. Me and Agatha didn’t get much alone time with the Humdrum and all that.” He looks me over again, then just throws his arm over my side. It’s a nice sort of comfortable weight. But that’s all he does. “How’s this?”

“It’s...alright. But, I wouldn’t mind if you were closer.” Fuck, I had enough blood earlier to let me blush, and that was a mistake. I’m more red than a tomato. Snow, the bastard, is grinning at me with utter amusement. He shuffles closer so our bodies are lined up, throws a leg over mine, and tucks his head under my chin. It’s kind of like he’s climbing me. He moves my arm so it’s over his side. Our other arms are somewhat uncomfortably tucked between us.

“How’s that?” he asks.

Well, it’s nice having him this close, of course. His warmth wraps around me like a cocoon. I can feel him playing with my t-shirt. I like the way his hair smells, all fruity because of his shampoo. This is similar to how we slept at Hampshire. But, it’s still paralyzing in a way. We’re so intertwined, no space between us, no room. I’m scared to move a muscle in fear of breaking the moment. I don’t think I can sleep like this.

“It’s nice,” I whisper, “but it’s not ideal for sleeping, sorry.”

Simon shakes his head. “It’s alright. How about, uh, you hold me from behind?”

“You mean spooning?”

“Is that the word for it?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, Snow. That’s the word according to the dictionary.”

“Then yeah, that.” He lightly flicks my side. “Also, you’re a dickhead.”

I snort. “Yes, we’re both very aware of that.” My fingers run up his back, and I brush the base of his wings. Snow jolts slightly. Hm, okay, that’s something to investigate at another time. “Though spooning you sounds nice, these might get in the way.”

Snow flapped the wings slightly in annoyance. I will say, inconvenient as they are, they do look quite majestic. “Hm, yeah, I guess. What if I, uh, held you from behind?”

“So, you want me to be little spoon.” I can’t help my blush spreading at that thought. There are so many things I assumed I’d never get to do with anyone, let alone Simon. It’s incredible. Nerve wracking, but incredible.

“Yeah, I guess,” he says. “Spooning is a weird word...”

I scoff though it’s halfway to a chuckle. “It’s just a word, Snow.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t get it. Like why do you need a weird word for cuddling? It’s like- I don’t-”

“Simon,” I sigh, cutting off his rambling, then turn in his arms, “shut up and spoon me.”

I hear him laugh, then feel his arm flop down over my side. Slowly, Snow shuffles closer, figuring out how to arrange himself around me. His chest presses against my back and fits one leg between mine. It’s nice, though I have to actively not think about how close his crotch is to my arse. There’s an inch or so but still, we’re quite close. His arm tightens around my stomach. He’s a long line of heat on my usually cold back, and I like it quite a bit.

“This good?” he asks.

I reach down and fit my fingers in the spaces between his. “Yeah, this is good.”

I inhale sharply when I feel his nose press against my neck. He rubs it against my skin, small exhales tickling me. “Good. Let’s finally sleep.”

“Agreed.”

I let my eyes slide shut, sinking into Snow’s heat and soft skin. The nervousness fades away with every breath I feel against my neck. This is still a lot for me, but I don’t feel as overwhelmed. I have room to breathe and adjust while Simon is surrounding to me. Maybe we could sleep like this again sometime.

Just as I’m just about to drift off, something brushes against my shoulder. I crack open my tired eye. Simon’s wing is draped across me, covering a good portion of my torso. Luckily his wing joint is on my shoulder with little risk of it reaching my face. It’s more like an extra blanket than anything. Right, Snow’s wings relax more when he sleeps. But that doesn’t seem to apply to his tail. I almost yelp when I feel it slither between our legs and wrap around my ankle. It’s sort of adorable, both are. And I’m smiling as I drift off to sleep.

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I wake up feeling warm. That’s unusual. I tend to wake up being a bit chilly. As I return to the world of consciousness, I feel something on my side. My eyes slowly open. There’s an arm draped over me, a leg on top of mine, and a leathery tail loosely holding my ankle. It appears Snow has rolled onto his front in his sleep. I’m on my side, hand on Snow's upper back. I've got a lovely view of his beautiful visage, smushed into the pillow and drooling. Crowley, I love him.

I don’t move for a little while, just watching him. Fucking sappy, I know. But I've spent years watching Snow sleep, and I've come to enjoy it. It’s so much better now that I’m allowed to. Eventually I can’t help but reach out and run my fingers through his bedhead. He stirs slightly, tilting up towards my hand, and I can feel his arm tightening.

“Mm,” he says into the pillow, the corner of his lip pulling up. “Morning.”

“Morning,” I whisper. It’s so bloody soft I should be disgusted with myself. But it’s Simon. I can let myself be soft with him.

He slowly runs his hand up and down my back. Even through the shirt it feels like sparks on my skin. “I like this.”

“What, the shirt? It’s your’s, Snow, I hope you like it.”

“No, arsehole.” He moves closer, our noses are nearly touching. “I like you sleeping here, and waking up next to you. In a good way, not like back at Watford. Do you? Like it?”

I reach out and trace a single finger on the base of his wings. Snow inhales sharply. I feel the deep shiver that reverberates down his spine. “Yes, I certainly like it too.”

“Bastard.”

“Yes,” I move even closer while rubbing his back, “but you like me.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. He rolls fully onto his side, wing stretched out and covering us both, “I do.” He pulls us so we’re pressed together, legs tangled, his tail firmly holding my calf. “I love you, Baz.”

Those words don’t shock me like they used to. It’s not a secret or a surprise, just wonderful. He loves me. Simon Snow, the chosen one, the centre of my universe, loves me. I cup his pretty face, covered in beautiful moles and awash in sunlight bleeding in through his wing. “I love you too, Simon,”

I’m not sure who kisses whom, but it really doesn’t matter. We both want to. How could we not? There’s absolutely no urgency to it, our lips lazily sliding together. I twist a few of his soft curls. I revel in every time Simon sighs between our mouths. He rubs my back and stomach. His fingertips dance just under the hem of my shirt (his shirt). I think it’s his silent way of asking permission. I’m seriously considering pushing his hand fully under it, when there’s a loud knock at the door.

“Simon?” Bunce asks. “Are you up? I’m making tea.”

I sigh as I reluctantly pull away from Simon’s mouth. “Yes, Bunce, we’re awake.”

“Oh. You’re here, Baz?”

“Obviously.”

Snow pokes my stomach. I hope he doesn’t notice the way it makes me shudder. (My stomach is so bloody sensitive, and if Simon knows just how much he will exploit it ruthlessly.) “Ignore him, Pen,” he calls out. “Earl grey tea would be lovely, thanks. We’ll be out in a bit.”

“Alright, will do.”

I crane my neck “Aren’t you going to ask what kind of tea I like, Bunce?”

“You’re assuming I care.”

Her footsteps fade away. I huff and flop down again. Snow’s arm is still draped across my side. I expect him to smiling smugly, making fun of me. But he isn’t. He still looks all soft. My heart melts in my chest.

“I liked you staying,” he whispers.

I sweep my thumb over his rosy cheek. “Me too.”

His smile somehow gets even brighter. It’s a miracle I don’t go blind. “So, could we make it a more regular thing? And maybe I could stay at your place too?”

This man is so adorable it’s criminal. Any fear or nerves are gone now, part of me wondering why I even had them in the first place. I lean forward and kiss my favourite mole on his neck. “Absolutely.”

He tilts his head, pulling me into another soft kiss, and the world fades away, completely condensing down to our bed.

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AN: This is so sweet my teeth are rotting. I wanted to show just how awkward firsts in a relationship can be, especially with two people so unused to intimacy. But they're good now, they're figuring it out, and they're super cute. Hope you all liked this! Next chapter of Black Swan should be up soon, and I'm already onto the next request :)

#carry on #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #penelope bunce #fluff #cuddling #post canon #spooning #mysnowbazfic

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crossinginstyle · 6 years

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Outlander Fic: First Time Here?

Work Title: First Time Here?

Rating: M Summary: Inspired by that one tweet I saw posted on Tumblr, the one that says; "Shoutout to my bartender. I've been here on dates with 4 different dudes in the last 6 months and he hits me with "Ma'am, is this your first time here? every time. #GoodLookinOutMyMan" Or, the one where Jamie is a bartender and Claire is a long-time customer who keeps bringing in disappointing dates in the months after dumping Frank. Ao3 Link

(Special Shoutout to @sassy-sassenach for the amazing moodboard! Pretty sure she’s psychic considering she made this before reading the fic lol.)

Chapter 1/2

“Nice place,” Garret said, looking around the dimly lit pub.

“Yeah,” I agreed, trying to look at the mahogany furniture, the tartan wall tapestries, and hear the soft plucking of guitar from the eyes of someone who’d never seen it before. But I was very familiar with Fraser’s Ridge…especially of late.

“Kind of kitschy though,” he said, and I bit back a retort of defense.

It had been like a second home in college, my friends and I had relied on it for a late-night greasy burger on school nights, and cheap beer and whiskey shots on the weekend. And when Frank and I had started dating, it had more or less become our place.

But after four years of dating, and an additional three years of engagement, I discovered that Professor Frank Randall was providing study help with a certain buxom, blonde student named Sandy that didn’t end with flash cards.

Maybe I shouldn’t have relied on my best friend Joe’s advice, which had been to get off the sofa, put away the ice cream, and get back out there and date. Date as much and as frequently as possible. And if those dates ended with a good shag, all the better.

Well, none of my dates so far in the four months since I’d gotten back in the proverbial saddle had ended up in my bedroom, but I had been rather hopeful that maybe Garrett would be the lucky one.

He was tall, handsome, and since we met at the gym I’d seen him shirtless and found the sight very pleasing.

But the way he was sticking his nose up at the pub was making me start to wonder if he wasn’t a bit stuck up himself.

Meanwhile, my other friend, Louise, had advised me against continuing to bring my dates to the pub.

“They’ll know you’re a regular,” she had said. “Someone is bound to ask about the other guy you took there last week. Not to mention it was where you and Frank used to frequent.”

But the pub was where I felt most comfortable, had been long before Frank, and I wasn’t about to let him take it away from me.

And besides, I had an unspoken arrangement with the owner and bartender, Jamie Fraser.

“First time here, lass?” he said, appearing on the opposite side of the bar, wiping a glass.

“Yeah, for the both of us!” I said cheerfully. “What do you recommend?”

“Our cheeseburgers can’t be beat,” he said, simply offering my favorite item on the menu.

“Sounds good to me,” I said. “And a whiskey, please.”

“Same for you?” Jamie asked Garrett, a little less cordially than he had spoken to me.

“God no,” Garrett wrinkled his nose and quirked a grin at me. “You think I got abs like this eating red meat? What vegetarian options do you have, mate?”

Jamie narrowed his eyes at my date, looking like he was just barely managing not to roll them. “Weel, ye can have a cheeseburger…minus the cheese and burger.”

“I’ll just have a wine spritzer,” Garrett said impatiently.

Jamie froze, his rag and glass hanging limply in his hands as he just stared at Garrett in disgust. His gaze slowly drifted to me, and I fixed my own eyes on a water ring on the bar instead.

“I’ll…just get those started for ye,” Jamie said quietly, and I looked up in time to see the bastard’s shoulders shaking as he walked away.

“Weirdo,” Garrett muttered before beginning to regale me on the amount of weight he was able to bench press.

Jamie returned a few minutes later with our drinks. One wine spritzer, and one whiskey – two fingers, a splash of water, exactly how I took it.

He gave me a quick searching look, then one of his characteristic “winks” which amounted to him just blinking with both eyes like a sleepy owl, before walking away again.

“Can you believe that guy?” Garrett said once Jamie was out of earshot. “Here you are on a date and he’s checking you out.”

“He is not,” I laughed. “He’s just being a good bartender.”

Garrett snorted. “Yeah. Sure. How much you think he lifts?”

I glanced over at Jamie, at where his biceps bulged under his rolled up sleeves. “How would I know?” but I did know that while he spent his nights working at the pub, he spent his mornings at his family’s farm, breaking horses, hauling hay barrels, carrying calves. I imagined he could probably lift twice what Garrett could, only in the form of bags of feed.

When I’d been in college, Fraser’s Ridge had been run by Jamie’s father and godfather. I had the fondest memories of Brian and Murtagh bickering behind the bar, teaching a teenaged Jamie how to mix drinks.

When Brian died, Jamie took over his father’s share of it, and the family farm had been left to Jamie’s sister and her husband.

Because I knew all of this, I knew Jamie hardly had time to frequent the gym.

The date never really looked up after that. All Garrett would talk about was exercising and clean eating, and he stared in disgust at my burger.

All of that didn’t stop him, however, from asking to come back my place.

“Um, no thanks,” I said, trying to remain polite about it. “I think I’m going to just call it a night.”

Garrett’s brow furrowed. “The hell you mean? I thought we had an understanding here.”

“Understanding?” I asked. “And just what does that mean?”

He scoffed. “Come on, you hit on me at the gym, flashing your low-cut tank top, invite me to a bar you admit is down the block from your apartment. I buy you some drinks and a burger. What am I supposed to expect?”

I straightened up on the stool, glaring at him. “You’re supposed to expect to have a nice evening of getting to know me. That’s all you get to expect. As for the drinks and burger, thanks, but I can pay for my own.”

“Don’t be a bitch!” he snapped, catching the sight of a shadow appearing over the bar beside him.

Jamie stood there, large and forbidding. “Everything alright here?” he asked, his voice calm and polite, while his eyes were anything but.

“Could I get another drink?” I asked quietly, resignedly. It was our code. If the night was over, but I had no intention of leaving the bar with my date, I’d ask for another drink. Jamie knew that to mean my date needed shown to the door.

“Aye lass, right away,” Jamie said, eyes never leaving Garrett. “You can settle your tab wi’ Murtagh over there, sir. And it will include th’ burger and whiskey.”

Garrett leapt to his feet, chest puffed out. “Like hell it will.”

Jamie slowly came around the bar to our side. What I don’t think Garrett realized was that there was a step there that brought Jamie up to his true height, which…even though Garrett was tall…Jamie had almost a whole head on him.

Garrett snorted and backed down, heading for the register where Murtagh was standing, glaring as forebodingly as his godson.

I sighed in relief once Garrett was gone, and slumped against the side of the bar. And here I’d gone and bought a brand new little black dress for this. Jamie sat down on Garrett’s vacated stool and eyed my sympathetically.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “Just…” I groaned. “Tired.”

“Well I must say, I didn’t think I’d ever see a date of yours I like even less than Frank, but that one came close.”

I chuckled. “Oh come off it, you didn’t dislike Frank when I was dating him. You only hate him because of why I do.”

Jamie wrinkled his nose, but it was considerably cuter than when Garrett did it. “Och, no. I only put up wi’ the bastard for your sake.”

I laughed and shoved at his shoulder. “Well you might have said something sooner! Maybe I would have dumped him before he had the chance to cheat on me.”

“If I’d known ye would have listened to your bartender, I would have!”

I smiled in thanks at Murtagh, who set two glasses of whiskey before us. “Come on, Jamie, everyone knows there’s no one in the world you can trust more than your bartender. Besides, you’ve known me forever.”

“Aye, I have,” he said softly, and I looked over at him puzzledly, wondering at that tone.

He shook it off though and straightened, taking a sip of whiskey. “How many is that, anyway?”

“How many drinks or how many guys?” I clarified, and he gave me a teasing look.

“I ken exactly how many drink’s ye’ve had, Sassenach.”

I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. “That’s…oh God…six! Six different first dates in four months…and no second ones. What’s wrong with me, Jamie?”

“Not a thing,” he said firmly. “You’re intelligent, witty, no’ to mention gorgeous.”

My eyebrows raised in surprise. In all the years Jamie and I had been friends, he’d never showered me with compliments like this…nor had he ever looked at me that way before.

“Ye may no’ have th’ best taste in men though,” Murtagh muttered as he passed by.

“Be nice, ye auld coot,” Jamie chuckled.

“He has a point,” I admitted. “But I’m done. I am swearing off of men. I’ve lasted this long with only my vibrator for company, after all.”

Jamie had been mid-sip when I spoke, and he inhaled suddenly, causing him to cough and splutter and turn a marvelous shade of red that matched his hair.

“Christ!” he exclaimed, but whether it was about choking or what I’d said, I didn’t know, but I laughed hysterically either way.

“You’re so easy to fluster!” I cried, nearly falling off my stool.

He glowered at me, though he face was still pink. “Not as easy as that other guy. What, two, three dates ago? Karen?”

“Casey,” I corrected drolly.

“Casey,” Jamie scoffed. “Ye crossed your legs in that wee green skirt of yours and he near went into cardiac arrest.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, he was cute.”

“So why didn’t ye see him again? At least he was a gentleman.”

Shrugging, I re-crossed my legs, and didn’t miss the way the movement drew Jamie’s eyes. “I don’t know. I just didn’t feel any spark with him I guess. Hey wait…you remember what I wore three weeks ago?”

Jamie huffed and shrugged his own shoulders. “Oh…well…I didn’a know for sure. Lucky guess.”

“Sure,” I said, smirking. “So…how are things going with that girl you were seeing?”

“Annalise?” he asked. “Oh…no, we broke up months ago.”

I frowned. “Really? You didn’t tell me. What about that other girl? The one Murtagh said was following you around like…and these are his words…a dog in heat. Leghair?”

Jamie laughed, and my eyes were curiously drawn to the way his jugular moved. “Laoghaire? Christ no! After trying to let the lass down gently, I later found out that she’d gotten hold of a lock of my hair somehow and made a fucking voodoo doll!”

I laughed along with him, hand over my mouth. “How do you think she got your hair?!”

“Dinna ken…but I think she paid one of my nephews for it.”

I shook my head. “So basically we’re both bad at relationships.”

Jamie frowned in affront. “I’ll have ye know I’m a verra good boyfriend.”

“That so?” I asked, wondering how a man could smell so damned good between working at a farm and a bar.

“Oh aye. If you’re ever in the mood tae find out, just let me know.”

I glanced up at him in surprise, and found him looking away, his fingers tapping nervously on his jean-clad thigh. I reached over and covered his hand with mine, drawing his eyes back to mine.

“And just…what would you do? As my boyfriend?”

“Well…” he began, smiling shyly. “I’d start wi’ taking ye out to a nice dinner. Watching ye eat a burger is a treat tae be sure, but our first date should be different. We could go dancing, then walk through the park.”

“Sounds romantic,” I said. “And I suppose you’d walk me home?”

“Of course I would. Straight to your door, as is proper.”

“And then what?”

His cheek dimpled as he fought down his smile. “Weel, a kiss on th’ first date may no’ be proper, but perhaps if the night has gone well, I might ask if it’s okay.”

I let my hand run over his, delighting in the feel of the calluses on his palm. “And if I say yes?”

“Then I will,” he said quietly. “I’ll try tae make sure it’s one to remember.”

“And then?”

He chuckled. “And then I say goodnight, and that I’ll call ye the next day, only I’ll probably text you that night, since I can hardly wait to talk to ye again.”

“And…what if I ask you inside for coffee?”

Jamie affected a mock scowl. “Now then, lass, I’m no’ that kind o’ man. Ye’ll have to wait until at least the…third date.”

I nodded solemnly. “Quite right. No sense rushing. I suppose the only step now is…to ask me out.”

A hand suddenly slammed down on the bar next to us, making us both jump. Murtagh leaned over, eyes dancing behind his scowl.

“If you two dinna stop your blathering and get out of here, I’m going tae pour a bottle of seltzer on ye.”

“You heard the man,” I said, hopping off my stool and dragging Jamie with me.

“But all th’ restaurants will be closed now,” Jamie pointed out.

“You can still take me on a walk through the park. Besides, how many drinks have you bought me over the years? If you count those as dates, this has been our, what, fiftieth? Don’t you think it’s time to…come over for coffee?”

Jamie’s eyes widened comically, and I used his surprise as distraction so that I could stand on tiptoe and kiss him.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t always somewhat wondered what it would be like to kiss Jamie Fraser. And right then the only thought it my mind was…

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ why haven’t I done this sooner?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Jamie whispered, and I blushed at the realization that I’d said the words out loud.

We left the pub hand in hand, Murtagh shaking his head at us as we went.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #fanfiction #jamie/claire #two-shot #modern day #first time #demisexual!Jamie #sassy-sassenach #prompted by a tweet

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Ok last one. What's the tea on Prompocalypse?

So...that was something, huh?

This is gonna be quick and dirty (relatively speaking, it’s still too long already as I come back and make this edit) because I have work tomorrow and there are def stuff I want to talk about more and I will (esp if I get asks) but I have work in the morning so let’s just get some words onto the screen aight.

The episode titles have had a pretty consistent naming scheme up until this point so the one word, non alliterative title had me at a 7 on the foreboding scale before we even started.

Everyone was in prom wear! And lol, Siobhan is the only one in a dress. That's almost exactly what I pictured Adaine wearing to prom. That exact shade of blue-green. And Emily looks like a waiter.

I wonder what Bren's plan was for if they'd thwarted the crowning entirely. Got baller initiative, some nat 20's on crown keepaway and smashing, and killed Penelope/Dayne before the bad guys could finish them. Would he just try to crown someone else or would the curb stompage have stood? Not that Goldenhoard would have been a pushover I imagine but jeez. He couldn't have been as strong as his true form.

Sidenote: One of my favorite little character things is Zac and Siobhan helping each other do math.

Fig dimension dooring Gorgug to the stage and then skateboarding away. Amazing.

"I'm going for her crown vs. his crown."/"In this climate?"

OK, shoutout to Zac fo asking for those bombs because they are OP as hell.

I love how they just charged in and started trying to kill people, no questions asked, no explaining themselves to the other students, just bombs out immediately.

My man Riz just couldn't catch a break. I understand the out of story reason the police haven't shown up is that Murph was rolling garbage, but what's taking them so long in story? Where? Is? Sklonda?

"I'm going to jump on the back of the Hangman."/”Presumptuous."

But also, by the end of the fight he's just like, "Do anything any party member tells you to!"

Lou losing it over Riz claiming best friend status. But damn, they kinda are the closest to each other in the party. Wild.

"You know what baby girl? Why don't you ready an action until I get there," said Siobahn to Ally, hilariously for a number of reasons.

They keep saying Teen Wolf and I have no idea what part of the movie they're referring to. This is the second ep in a row.

Lou trying to recruit a super sad Ragh.

They started off this fight really strong. Doing double digit damage and rolling over 20s. I was like, "Damn, they've leveled up. They're doing great!" Of course, we were still in the first third of the ep so I didn't know where we were going. But Lou was right. "Wild first turn."

"And then I shoot him."

I'm half convinced Riz jinxed everyone by saying, "Remember the corn fight?"

Kristen cast ONE spell and then said, "I don't have a lot of spells left." THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY AND SAVE ADAINE'S WORTHLESS FAMILY. YOU ARE THE HEALER. YOU NEED ALL YOUR SPELLS.

The students running to get food on the way out. Mood.

They messed Dayne *up*. This was the high point of the battle, objective-wise.

Sidenote, why would Dayne have needed to be at the Seacaster Manor raid? It feels dumb to ris him when he was such an important part of things. Was it literally just because he didn't like Fabian? And he disliked him enough to try and kill his parents? Yeesh.

Kirsten @ Ragh flipping out over Dayne: I see what's going on here.

Ragh really made this fight harder than it had to be. If Gorgug hadn't been grappled before Penelope got the crown they might have had a fighting chance.

So Penelope just straight up let what's her face (Sam I think) get palimpsested? Major yikes. Like I know it's a good thing they killed her but I kinda wish they hadn't so we could learn exactly what the insane thought process was there. She comes off as crazier than Biz because Biz was trapping girls he didn't respect, not his actual friends, you know? Like, did Goldenhoard say he was gonna make her an actual queen or something? Because all this isn't worth just being prom queen.

"Sometimes you make a villain and they die in the first two rounds," said Brennan, as if he didn't know what he was about to unleash on the party. Geez, I don't know how long they would have survived if Penelope and Dayne had been in play for a large chunk of the fight.

Murph's idea to blind him was a good one.

I almost was like, "Thank God Gorthalax got kidnapped," because that was the only good explanation for him seemingly ditching Fig.

Ally: Was that his best friend? (Emily: What./Siobahn: NO.)

"I'm like an advertisement for chicken."/"What chicken adverts are you watching?"/"It's like if you went to prom and there was a dangling chicken leg."/"What prom did you go to?"

Fabian full on clocking Penelope in the face like he's playing Punch Out.

"I killed my father today. Yes."

"This is against the rules but I don't care." In hindsight, this feels like foreshadowing.

"Well, that's the risk you take when you go to Aguefort Adventuring Academy."

"Get on the fucking right team!"

Lou (a la Gimli): And *my* D6.

Brennan pulling out that GIANT final form Goldenhoard figure.

For some reason, it didn't occur to me that he'd be just a legit dragon in his true form. I was picturing like the lich from Adventure Time or something.

Also, I was kinda expecting him to "Drop the act," and majorly change in personality but he was basically the same. Just a dick.

Gorgug rolls a 4. Brennan pauses for a second. The entire party: No.

Zac goes all in every time no matter how dumb it is. I love him.

"Father, stop this."/"What?"

"Not clever enough for the library and not brave enough for the world." Oww, I felt that one. Did Brennan have that waiting to use or did he come up with it on the spot because that was brutal.

Goldenhoard goes through the whole party, trying to hit their weakest point and he gets what might have been a great hit on Fig (You're so unloveable your father would rather go to hell than stay with you.) but she just says, "You have got to stop flirting with me," and completely diffuses the moment. As unflappable as Brennan is, he had to take a sec to jump back into the insult parade after that.

"I'm going to eat you."/"OH MY GOD."/"I'm not making it sexual!"

"*The* ball, bitch."

OK, I was wondering what the deal was with Riz's dad. Because giving him that gun implies a chance to kill his dad's killer but I didn't think it could be Goldenhoard directly because of the binding. That's another point towards Riz being the one to finish him off.

Wild that they weren't able to get any of the kids (save Ragh eventually) to help them with the fight. You go to adventuring school! Cowards! You would never make it at Sunnydale and that school was mostly normals!

The one dude still just getting food while Goldenhoard has turned into a full on dragon.

When an 18 wasn't a high enough roll for Fig to make her fear check, that's when I realized my earlier apprehension wasn't misplaced. I mean, maybe it should have been when he turned into a dragon but it is what it is.

But Fig skating away and then going, "Just kidding bitch," because she got it on the very next turn was hilarious.

Kristen still not being 100% on whether Ragh is gay or not.

Who was gonna kick Ragh off the team for being gay? Maybe Daybreak would have but Gorthalax def wouldn't have. Maybe he means he would have been bullied off?

Siobahn to Kristen/Ally: Stop outing students.

I can't believe Gorgug had to kiss Ragh in the middle of this fight to get his head in the game.

Also, I didn't get into it before because I knew this scene was coming but poor Ragh. Like, I could have told him things were gonna go this way and he's a big dummy for thinking otherwise, but poor dude. And then he finally gets it together and he gets wrecked.

"EMILY, I SOMETIMES CAN'T TELL WHEN YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING WITH ME OR NOT."

Siobhan doing the D&D equivalent of reminding the teacher they had homework.

The amount of dice that Brennan rolled for Goldenhoard was truly horrifying. That's permadeath damage.

AND HE GOT THE HEALER DOWN FIRST. This was the next moment I started sensing a TPK.

"HOMOPHOBE!"/"You hit both of the gay ones!"

Kristen taking damage from Goldenhoard's libertarian speech.

I find it such a Fig move to be like, "Can I use charm person to snap Adaine out of it," instead of the spell actually made for that purpose.

Rolling low perception and getting no information is the worst because then it's like...OK I know something's out there but what dammit?

When Brennan said Fig would have to do opposed athletics against Adaine, that was the first time I was like, "Oh thank God she's so weak."

Murph forgetting to uncanny dodge until midway through the ep was uncharacteristic. Really shows how wild the fight was.

"This kid likes to get his ass beat to a soundtrack."

Fabian refusing to just use the stairs like a normal person.

Penelope going, "What's your deal?" like she's not helping an evil dragon who wants to rule the world.

JAWBONE

JAWBONE JAWBONE JAWBONE

My man Jawbone shot way up on the list of cool adults today.

For real, the scene with Jawbone and Adaine was my second favorite moment of the episode and it would have been my favorite if not for a bit of divine intervention later.

I already made a post about this but Jawbone notices Adaine flipping the hell out and he asks her if she has panic attacks and if her parents gave her any meds for it. She responds in, like, the smallest, most broken and defeated voice with a tiny head shake, "My parents just left and I don't know where they are." Gah, my heart. She was half crying. I was half awake and being kicked in the face with the full force of human emotion. It was a lot. I felt like I was a kid watching that one scene from Fresh Prince again but British-er. She gets that her parents suck and she hates them but she's 14. Everyone wants their parents to love them. It's like in our DNA.

And then Jawbone launches into the wildest motivational speech ever (including all of Kristen's, which is saying a lot) which starts with him sucking off a border patrol agent. (You understand me?/No!)

Ally, MVP of Terrible Speeches: *That* was the point?

Siobhan trying not to crack up and break character throughout that whole scene was great.

I love that Brennan was clearly trying to not encourage people to mess with their med dosage irl because he was very specific about that but also he was like, "A dragon is about to end the world so please shotgun this bottle of magic Xanax and hop on that bike."

I love that Adaine has all the magic stuff in her inventory and then also Xanax.

Aww, Jawbone offered to let her live with him because her house burned down. (I guess that info was on the news?)

And then Adaine rolls a 20 with the help from her meds (and buffs) right away! It's great when the dice cooperate.

"I came here to FUCK SHIT UP. And help children."

"Jawbone rules. I'm so glad we helped him get his life together."

Jawbone is such a sketch person but such a good counselor.

Siobhan calling Goldenhoard and absolute fucking unit sayed be at 5 in the morning when I watched this.

"I AM A CHILD. YOU ARE ATTACKING A BUNCH OF CHILDREN YOU COWARD."

"Then why is your dick out?" Adaine joining in Fig w/ the taunting Goldenhoard via accusations of flirting.

"Why are you guys partially singed?"/"Because he's been attacking us Dad! Also Dad, he kind of used to come on to me all the time."

"Play the drums more and we'll have a full band on stage!"/"...Instead."

"You ruined prom!"/"I RUINED PROM?"

At this point I was thinking, "Geez, there's not a lot of episode left and Penelope isn't even dead yet. How could they possibly defeat Goldenhoard AND have time for tying up loose ends?" TPK vibes increase.

Adaine getting a nat 20 on Arcana, "Yeah it is what it is. You're screwed."

Hell yeah for Adaine giving Goldenhoard her low divination roll to ensure her lightning bolt hit. Not that it ended up mattering that much but still. Sick.

"Well you could have told me before this very moment!"/"I was dead!"

I just checked on the stats of an an adult red dragon in 5E and it's got 256 HP. 256! And look at the other stats! They're wild.

"This is the number of dice?"/"Yeah."/"God."

Fig goes down. Their secondary healer. So, not good. Very not good.

Brennan letting Emily burn Goldenhoard's tie as she passes out because Emily refuses to do nothing.

And Riz goes down too! The one with the med kit! At this point I was like, there is no way this can end well.

"How far away is the hospital?" I love it when they try just normal solutions in this magic game like calling their parents and going to the hospital.

It is an hour and 47 minutes into the episode before Adaine remembers she's wearing a magic coat that can make her anything (within reason). Which, to be fair, it took me a little bit too but, in my defense, I'm not staring at her character sheet.

Real talk, I didn't think she was gonna get anything from the jacket from that ask. Something to beat Kalvaxis is such a big ask.

When Brennan started going into the jacket stuff I was like, this is a really weird deus ex machina if that's what this is. But also, the kids have been hilariously chill with just having Adaine walk around in a jacket filled with people.

There was a lot to unpack there and I'll got to it in another post but I can't do another 4k epic this week y'all. I have work in the morning.

Adaine yelling for Basrar to get them their ice cream before they freaking die.

Aww Gorthalax tried to heal Fig instead of attacking.

"Daddy that was a waste of a turn."

Gorgug who has a million hit points went down and all the healers are down. There are less than ten minutes left in the episode. TPK for sure, I'm thinking.

Adaine flipping people off with a vengeance today.

Also the fact that she totally forgot that she could ask for a healing potion which is totally a thing that she almost def would have been able to get is hilarious. I mean it wouldn't have been as funny if the episode ended differently but, as it stands, hilarious.

"Does the Hangman know medicine?"

"What about this student? Is he studying to be a cleric?"

Adaine is down. That's everyone down but Fabian. Three and a half minutes left. And that's when I realize. There's not enough time for a good ending, but there's not enough time for a bad ending either. But there's no S2. This is an anthology series. What's going on here my sleepy 6am brain is saying.

Fig giving her dad bardic inspiration while passed out because Emily is Emily.

Everyone (exceptt Riz) was making their saves. I'm thinking, "Is next season different characters, same setting. Maybe a bunch of years in the future? Legacy characters?" I'm trying to put together the fact that this is the finale with 2 minutes left with the fact that they're playing different characters next season. The pieces aren't fitting.

And that's because I couldn't have predicted what was about to happen.

Ally, clearly joking says, "Can I roll for a nat 20 and just be alive?"

Brennan, barely thinking, says, "Sure, go for it," as casually as if he was okaying a perception check.

Murph and Lou are cracking up at the absurdity of the ask.

Ally says, "This is to the corn god," half solem, half smiling.

Siobhan holds her hand over the dice like she's blessing them.

"I know I left for a while," Ally starts as the dice are cast and...

"NAT 20 MOTHERFUCKER!"

Everyone goes WILD.

Ally punches air.

Brennan looks like someone slapped him.

Emily: You have to rip up your comparative world religions book.

BONUS EPISODE UNLOCKED

And what did we learn today? A 5 percent chance is small, but not insignificant.

OK, there’s one thing I want to address before I tap out for the night (and it’s not spell checking. I’ll do that in the morning).

I saw some people discussing the possibility that they faked the ending. Like, they just edited it like that to give them another chance because they were all about to die. Beyond the fact that I just trust them to not have done that, the other big reason I don’t think that’s likely is because there was a much more seamless way of stacking the deck in their favor. Brennan could have had Adaine pull literally anything out of her jacket. And I truly mean anything because this is a finale. Even if he gave her something game breaking, it wouldn’t have set a precedent because it’s the last ep. And that’s beyond all the NPCs that could plausibly have come in because they know something is up and teleportation is a thing in this world. Nah, I think that was just good, old fashioned, luck of the roll and thank Helio because they needed it.

OK, that’s it for now! Join me at some point between now and next ep to unpack this because it’s a lot and apparently we have another episode to get through. Hoot growl baby!

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