#sooooo dashing and handsome

[rexxdjarin]

In case you haven’t remembered lately

Captain Rex is hot.

[kar1nsworldx]

⤷ 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 (𝒏); 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

pairing: WillNE x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: the internet gets to see as y/n's & will's relationship goes from boyfriend and girlfriend to something more

requested: nope, sadly not :( PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me requests asapp!!! ♡♡♡♡

note; lol, back from the dead I guees 😝😝😝, enjoy!!

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 🧸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩

y/n l/n

liked by willne, georgeclarkeey and 78,654 others

y/n l/n: hrvatska volim te, ima da mi opet fališ :( tnx @willne for taking some lovely pics for me xx

COMMENTS;

willne: glad to be of assistance

taliamar: come back to london alreadyyyyy :((

freyanightingale: yess y/n come back, will stole you long enough

y/n l/n: coming soon darlings xx ✈️

bambinobecky: lovely pics those are xx

sabinablair_: next time were going together so you can show me around

y/n l/n: roger that x

tennesseethresh: invite me next time ♡

y/n l/n: dw, next time it'll be just us gals x

willne: rude

dannyaarons: booooo

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willne

liked by y/n l/n, jamesmarriottyt and 87, 652 others

willne: bloody lovely trip

tagged: @y/n l/n

COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: we look soooooo good together my Lord 😩😩😩😩

faithlouisak: y/n not on main

y/n l/n: 😋🤭

jamesmarriottyt: i miss my bf

y/n l/n: dont worry bf, bf will be back soon!

jamesmarriottyt: thanks gf!

willne: y/n don't encourage him ffs

useroo: will is infact the other woman in this relationship i fear

bambinobecky: the woman y/n is 😩 my godddd

y/n l/n: becky call me 🤭

bambinobecky: ofc xx

willne: OI

useredup: BAHHAHAHAHAHHA

georgeclarkeey: pookie

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y/n l/n

liked by alfiebuttle, behzingagram and 59,788 others

y/n l/n: date night with mr. william

tagged: @willne

COMMENTS;

willne: this is outrages, what is that picture

y/n l/n: idk, i think you look pretty dashing mr. william

behzingagram: handsome boy that one is xx

y/n l/n: yessir

useroo: aweeee

chrismd10: those bloody birkenstocks

y/n l/n: but they're nice :((

userxexe: cutest couple evah <3

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y/n l/n

liked by sabinablair_, livvydimartino and 107,658 others

y/n l/n: lovely month w the gf's & bf's, new may vlog dropping 2day!!

tagged: @willne, @jamesmarriottyt, @bambinobecky, @sabinablair_, @livvydimartino

COMMENTS;

livvydimartino: gf come over pls xx

y/n l/n: 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

taliamar: 🥵🥵🥵

y/n l/n: 😳😳😳

miniminter: @willne brotha come get your girlfriend

willne: brotha come get your WIFE

useruu: new 1h long vlog dropped, who cheered?

user007: EVERYBODY CHEERED 🗣🗣🗣

userxe: HAZZAH!!!!!

userly: LORD HAVE MERCY 😩😩😩

user111: i think i just experienced my gay awakening idk tho

y/n l/n: LOL????? GLAD TO HELP???

willne: ??????

jamesmarriottyt: handsome boys we are @willne

italianbach: i think my invite got lost in the mail

theburntchip: yeah mine as well mate

sabinablair_: those margaritas were sooooo gooooood

y/n l/n: @jamesmarriottyt can we visit otto tmrw i forgot 2ask

jamesmarriottyt: yeah just bring coffee

y/n l/n: do you not have it???

jamesmarriottyt: of course i do im just using you

y/n l/n: bitch

jamesmarriottyt: your bitch 😩😩

y/n l/n: ofc xxx 🤭😝

willne: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU LOT

y/n l/n: lots of things

jamesmarriottyt: yh i mean its your fault youre dating us

y/n l/n: yeah its your fault will

willne: IM NOT DATING YOU JAMES FUCK OFF

jamesmarriottyt: :(

y/n l/n: will its 2025 you dont have to be ashamed okay? we talked about this in therapy

willne: OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

user.oo: I AM DYING OHMYFUCKINGGOD

useredup: SHITTING MYSELF HSBDJCJFN

user777: YEAH WILL ITS 2025 YOU DONT HAVE TO BE ASHAMED

useriii: CACKLINH JWJDJFJCNNC

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'y/n's channel' uploaded a new video! check it out^

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"Hi guys, welcome back to another video on my channel! For those who don't know me, my name is y/n, and every month I post an hour long vlog that includes the best moments in my life from that month!" y/n said to her camera as she sat on her gray couch, an iced coffee in her hands.

"I usually post once a week, so 4 videos per month, and then including the hour long vlog you get 5 videos per month! So if you're new here, I do hope you'll stick around and check out my other videos as well, there's plenty!" she added on with a smile as she finished her intro before continuing;

"Well, to not keep you waiting anymore, here's some of my favourite moment's from this month! I hope you enjoy watching them just as much as I enjoyed living them."

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Lights, camera, action!

FIRST CLIP;

The video shows y/n in her apartment as she cooked in her kitchen. It was a cut clip from her stream earlier this month where she was doing some cooking challange's whilst talking with her viewers.

"Kayla thank you for the 5 pounds! Where's Will? He should be in the office I think." y/n said as she put down her spatula. As she turned around to check the time, it being around 7pm, she realised it was later then she thought. "Or uh- maybe coming home right now? It's later then I thought."

She continued talking with her viewers until she heard the apartment door opening. "Hi Will!" she called out with a smile as she stirred the sauce in her pot. "Hi darlin'," he replied with a smile as he walked into the kitchen, something hid behind his back.

"Watcha got there?" y/n asked amused, cocking one eyebrow. It was kinda obvious what he had, but she found it quite endering. "Uh well.., the store had some pretty pink tulips, so I got some pretty pink tulips for a pretty woman." he stumbled out, a grin present on his face.

"Is that so?"

"Yup."

Y/n giggled as she cupped his face before giving him a kiss. "Thank you." "Always."

In the backround dozens of notifications were coming with asks from her viewers and her chat blowing up. Will rolled his eyes but only smiled some more and gave her another kiss.

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SECOND CLIP;

The clip starts by just showing y/n walking down a street in London, her shades on her face to block out the sun. It was one of those rare days were London was sunny from 7am until 8pm and she was taking advantage of it.

"So.. were going to St. James park. I'm thinking of having a lil solo picnic." she told the camera, showing off her tote bag where her stuff was storred. "I would go with Will, but he's out of the country with James and the other at the moment, doing some filming which you will see soon enough!" she added on with a smile.

The camera flipped, showing the entrance of the park and how empty it was, to y/n's surprise but she didn't mind at all.

Soon enough she found herself a spot under a tree that gave her some shade and she put down her hoodie to sit on before taking out her stuff and showing them to the camera.

"Alright, so we got a fruit salad, uhh-., ham & cheese sandwich, some melted chocolate and strawberries to dip in and uhhh, my book!" she exclaimed at the end, a bright smile on her face as she showed her book.

"But before I start reading I'll answer a few questions you guys have been asking frequently. So let's see.." y/n continued as she opened her phone and went into her notes app to see the question she written down.

"So first question. Or uh, questions I guees. How long have you and Will been together and how did you meet?" she read out loud before looking up at the camera. "So me and Will met in 2022, so about 3ish years ago? It was at James first ever gig slash concert ever, actually." she started off with a smile. "I accidently started lisening to James's music just when he first released when Spotify recommended him to me. Really liked it so I bought myself tickets to his gig because they were extremly cheap. At the gig I accidently bumped into Will and spilled my drink all over him, so I offered to buy him a drink to apoligise. We ended up being together throughout the whole gig and then after he just casually mentioned that he knew James and I was like 'What!?'"

"So yeah, he also took me backstage to meet James and that's how I also became friends with James as well. Gave my number to them both, and maybe like 2ish days later Will asked me out? Y'know, to go on a date." she finished, her cheeks slightly pink as she spoke. Lovely memories those were.

"Alright, next question, uhhh.. How many languages do you know? Okay, so before I answer I have to say I'm surprised by the amount of people asking this question over and over again. So uh, Croatian and English, obviously. I'm not going to count Serbian and Bosnian because I feel like alot of people are just going to argue with me that they're the same as Croatian, even though they're not but okay. So excluding those I also know Italian and Spanish, took them for like 8 years I think in school and I know French at like a B1 level. Not fluent but still pretty good. So 5 languages. Tehnically 7."

"Right, question number three, any tips to being a conent creator?"

"Well, be yourself I think. Post the things you like and that won't make you dread making conent. Obviously there will be days you won't be arsed to post anything, but if you're enjoying it for the most part then that's good. But uh, I honestly have no tips on how to gain views and profit. It's all in the algorithm I think, and uh luck? Like some of my videos that I put a hell of a lot of time in barely do good, but some videos I feel like I've half arsed do amazing! Just, don't be discoureged. If you want to do something, I do belive you'll succed, even if it'll take time. Just always have backup plans too, better safe then sorry."

The video continued for another few minutes, showing y/n answering some more questions and then later on doing some other fun things around the city..

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THRID CLIP;

"LAST FRIDAY NIGHT!"

The video started off by showing becky and y/n screaming their hearts out whilst doing kareoke. They were in some bar with Chris, Will, both Arthurs, George, Bach and Chip doing a pub golf for Chris's channel and at the moment they were at their 5th location.

George was filming them for instagram, laughing his ass off and trying not to snort out his drink through his nose. The other guys were also singing along, having a blast and chatting amonst themselves. These kind of videos were just excuses to get drunk and make a stupidly easy video, but the fans ate it up everytime and they always have a blast too.

"Will! Get us shots!" y/n yelled over the music, feeling drunk off her ass and yet so fucking sober too.

"Darling you're drunk off your ass." Will laughed as she approached him, hugging her waist. "Besides, we still have 2 more locations to go to." he said, holding her tight. Y/n said something that wasn't heard quite right as the clip was cut short before showing another one.

It was pitch black outside as the group walked home. Well, not all of them. Chris was on Arthur TV's back bitting him whilst Arthur yapped his ear off, Becky was on Georges back laughing with the man about something wilst y/n was getting carried bridal style by Will, nodding off on his shoulder. Will was talking with Chip and Arthur Hill, and all in all it was really good fucking night.

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FOURTH CLIP;

"Will tell the camera where we're going!" y/n exclaimed to the man as she looked up at him. The footage started by showing off her and Will at what looks like to be an airport lounge.

"We're going... to Croatia!" Will said, a smile on his face as he looked at y/n and not on the camera. "Aka, to my home country!" y/n finished, beaming with joy.

It's been almost 7 years since she was last in Croatia since moving to the UK and London, and she was really excitied about it. She may not have the best memories from living there but she'd love to make some new ones whilst visiting with her boyfriend, and in the future with her friends hopefully.

The camera cut out and then a second later showed a different scenery. Y/n and Will were on the plain with Will nodding off on her shoulder whilst she yapped at the camera, explaining why she was vlogging this, what will they be doing and how excited she was to show Will her home town and to get the chance to speak her mother tounge again. It's been a few years since she had a proper long chat with somebody and she was eager to expiriance it again.

The camera cut out again and once more a second later turned on to show y/n talking with a barista in Croatian, hands moving excitedly as she spoke, obviously quite happy. Will was filming her, if it wasn't obvious.

"Bloody fucking adorable she is."

The camera caught it. Probally shoudn't have considering it was so quietly said, but that's alright too.

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FIFTH CLIP;

The video started off by showing Will sitting on a hotel room bed as he looked somewhere behind the camera.

"It'll be just 5 minutes!" a voice was heard off camera, y/n's voice before a door shut. "Take as long as you need darling!" Will replied. It wasn't a bad reply or rude or something like that. Not at all. Just slightly unusual. Unusual for a sarcastic, known for witty remarks, man.

He looked down at the camera, before starting to talk.

"So uh, I kinda have something planned for the two of us, or well y/n." he started off, his voice slightly trembling, but he looked happy.

"Kinda planning to propose to the pretty lady, and uh.., would like to document it. Didn't tell anybody though, so I reckon it'll be a surprise for everybody."

"God, I hope she'll say yes, I think I'll kill myself if she says no," he chuckled out, before taking a box out of his pocket and showing the ring. It had a lovely golden band with a lovely white crystal, white quartz, her favourite. It was simple, not too flashy, but stunning nevertheless. "Really hope she'll like the ring too," Will added.

"Wish me luck," he whispered to the camera before stopping the recording as a door could be heard opening.

The clip then continued by showing Will put up a camera at the beach. He backed up and stood next to y/n, and it looked like they were doing some TikTok trend or something. As Will pointed to somewhere, y/n turned around and stayed there for a couple of seconds, just enough for Will to get down on one knee.

Y/n let out a gasp as she turned around, seeing Will. Her mouth stayed wide open, not knowing what to say.

"Y/n.." Will started off, voice sounding nervous but a smile on his face.

"The last 3 years of my life were probably one of the most enjoyable ones I've ever experienced, mostly thanks to you. You've been here with me through a lot, even if it was for a short amount of time and I cannot thank you enough."

"Usually not the one for 'love at first sight' shit, but I think that kinda happened for me once I met you. Okay- okay, maybe not immediately, you did drown me in beer-" Will's speech was cut off by a loud laugh ", but maybe after seeing you care so much and being so nice to be around for a good 2ish hours, I did know I wanted to be around you. Be with you. Corny as fuck yes, true, also yes."

"I love you y/n. I really fucking do, and I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. You're one hell of a fucking woman that changed my life for the better and I fucking can't thank you enough."

"And uh., I wanted to say something else but I fucking forgot, stupid fucking idiot," y/n caught him off again, a grin on her face "It's alright Will," she said, combing her fingers through his hair.

"Well what I wanted to also say, is um, y/n I really fucking love, and I really want to grow into an old, misrable man with you, and love you forever, so y/n l/n, hoćeš li me oženiti?" he finished off his speach in Croatian, taking a deep breath as he stopped talking, his hands shaking.

Y/n started to nod repeatedly, dropping to her knees and hugging him tight, tears streaming down both of their faces.

"Da, da, da, i da! Sto puta da, naravno. Jebemu mater, naravno. Uvijek." She rambled on, hugging him tightly as he kissed the side of her head relentlessly.

After a minute or so, they slightly pulled away so that Will could put the ring on her, kissing softly before the video stopped.

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ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM; 'Becksss 💋💋'

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|| Becksss 💋💋: Y/N I DID NOT JUST FUCKING FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE ENGAGED BECAUSE OF A FUCKING YOUTUBE VIDEO ||

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y/n l/n

liked by willne, ksi and 478,654 others

y/n l/n: oops, zaboravila ovo spomenut ranije 💍

tagged: @willne

COMMENTS;

willne: can't belive somebody wants to mary you

y/n l/n: 🖕💋

ksi: congrats 👊👊

user777: HUH

user111: ?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

bambinobecky: Y/N ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE

faithlouisak: WHAR?!?!?!??!?!?!??!

user007: WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELLY WHAT THE HELLYANTE

italianbach: there better be pasta at the wedding

livvydimartino: Y/N PICK THE FUCK UP

taliamar: OHYMGOD!??!?!?!?!?????!

chrismd10: how the hell did you manage this @willne

tobjizzle: so happy for you guys, congrats! 🤍

userooo: OMFG

userxexe: SCREAAAAAAAAAAAMING

freyanightingale: Y/N WHAT THE HELL

tennesseethresh: LITERALLY SCREAMING IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AGHHHHHHGG

userly: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK

arthurnfhill: collab w @jamesmarriottyt at the wedding is gonna go hard

jamesmarriottyt: holy fucking airball

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willne

liked by y/n l/n, jamesmarriottyt and 768,752 others

willne: all i'm saying is that @jamesmarriottyt is my best man

tagged: @y/n l/n

COMMENTS;

jamesmarriottyt: WHAT

y/n l/n: tko bi tebe htio ženit da mi je znat

willne: idk what that means but fuck off 🖕🤍

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bambinobecky

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bambinobecky: @y/n l/n IS GETTING FUCKING MARRIED BITCHES

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[ivrxquack]

Haikyuu embarrassing moments hcs

Goshiki

Tried to impress you once in gym class but ended up face planting and his pants fell down revealing his paw patrol boxers

Atsumu

Said “deez nuts”a little to loudly and it echoed through the whole mall

Nishinoya

Sleep talked about my little pony and admitted to having a crush on rainbow dash when he was younger

Oikawa

Screamed like a little girl and jumped in your arms when a rat ran by

Ushijima

Voice cracked during a project but luckily no one laughed cause he’s the great ushijima but of course tendou teased him for it after class

Yamaguchi

Almost passed out during science class cause they were looking at a Suriname toad (don’t look it up if you’re scared of holes)

Hinata

Recorded himself dancing to a Beyoncé song and accidentally posted it on instagram causing the whole school to see it

Kita

(My precious beautiful handsome intelligent baby could never do anything embarrassing but I still added him)

Was at the pet store with his little cousins and they wanted him to hold a tarantula so ofc he did but he ended up getting bit and having a really bad allergic reaction

Suna

Was listening to the most outrageous song known to man during class and his headphones died without him noticing and everyone in class heard the song

Kageyama

Thought about scary images while washing his hair in the shower and his cat just so happened to be in the bathroom with him so it knocked something over on the sink counter and he panicked grabbing the shower curtain and ended up falling and breaking his arm

I haven’t seen any writing about haikyuu in sooooo long it’s crazy so here I am cuz I lowkey miss it!

[blushblushbear]

May I ask if Marshmellow tried to stalk Cole or Scale? What would happen?

Honestly, I don't think Marshmallow would get very far with either of them lol

Cole:

tries to play it cool

tries to play it coy

but he knows your watching

pretty early on actually

he won't lie, though it surprises him, he's getting a little thrill from the attention

he always enjoys moments when it's clear you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you

I think once he clocks on to the fact that you're watching more often, he tries to make himself seem more idly--- handsome I guess??

like oh, look at him, so intellectual and refined, reading the news while sipping his black coffee

out what class

what sophistication

he's sooooo smart

and soooooo dashing

honestly he probably looks a little douchey let's be real

like one of those guys who really wants to look SOOOO smart and contemplative, oh he's working on his novel at starbucks next to a stack of philosophy books so everyone can see him being an Intellectual Writer

pfff, dork

but honestly anytime he has even the most minor embarrassing stumble, he's low key hoping that you're not watching

though almost certain you are

I think he starts to go through life as though you're watching him, even if you're not

an actor strutting and fretting his many hours upon the stage for an adoring audience of you

except when he knows you're definitely not watching him

cause he's watching you <3

honestly, y'all both kinda fucked up but I guess you're made for each other XD

Scale:

just like Cole, notices right the fuck away

honestly he notices IMMEDIATELY

and he calls you out on both the fact that you're following him and also the fact that you're bad at it

he actually calls you out the majority of the time

EXCEPT when you're watching him training

then he just--- quietly pretends he doesn't notice

and also that he's just Really Locked In to this work out he's doing

(he's definitely just SOOOO focused on his training that he didn't see you there)

(he's toooooootally not purposefully showing off in front of you or anything)

(oooo, he's soooo cool and dedicated)

(soooo serious)

(soooo manly)

(you're def sooooo impressed, who wouldn't be!)

I think even in those times, he does call you out EVENTUALLY (he's got a rep to protect after all, can't let anyone think he's slipping up)

but it's always played in a very 'oh, didn't see you there. Sorry, *hair toss* I was just... so focused on my meditation, I kinda lost the world around me for a second. Heh. Anyway, care to join me??'

honestly, he's just as much of a dork as Cole smh

[lexosaurus]

From Goth to Ghost

Here is my second fic for @ecto-implosion! I was so excited to get @blonchie's art for this round. It is sooooo fun and silly and ah it made for such a great writing experience! Please do yourself a favor and CHECK IT OUT!

Thank you to @lexiepiper and @fridurwrites for betaing!

Characters: Sam, Danny, Tucker Tags/warnings: No Warnings, Halfa!Sam (temporarily) Summary: The last thing Sam expected to wake up to was her body frozen on her bed. But unfortunately, thanks to a certain jock's midnight ponderings and the interference of one wish-granting ghost, that was exactly how she started off her morning.

[read on ao3]

[part 2]

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In a land far, far away, a figure sat on his bed staring wistfully out his window. The moon gazed back at him, bright and round as it was. A shining beacon of hope for all teen boys around the globe. A message that no matter what trials lay ahead, they could face anything.

This boy in particular didn't just hear that message, but he internalized it deep inside his very soul. He pondered it, he tossed and turned it in his head, folding it gently like a baker mixing fluffy, delicate cake batter. He tasted it, added a pinch of salt, some sugar, a little more flour, mixing—but not over-mixing—until the batter was just right.

It was a powerful feeling, these sorts of deep, poetic thoughts. When most of his day was spent replaying football plays in his brain, or thinking of nicknames for a certain, dweeby classmate of his, having moments where he could just be one with his deepest thoughts was almost meditative.

Not that he meditated, of course. Meditating was for hippies and girls, and he was neither of these things.

For he was strong, he was powerful, and he was truly the master of his own brain. This was why, as he pondered the essence of the Universe and all its inhabitants, he was so lost in thought that he nearly missed the shooting star jetting across the sky.

But, of course, he didn't miss that shooting star—which could have been an airplane, actually—because he could never miss such fine, delectable details about life such as that.

Well, it didn't really matter if that shooting star was moving far too slowly to be a shooting star after all. Perhaps it was a satellite?

This was a topic that a certain nerd would know. Not that this boy cared at all about that dweeb.

Most important, was addressing the reason for all his pondering in the first place. Which was the fact that the local ghost boy was, confusingly, very attractive.

Which made no sense. Phantom was dead. And also a boy. And this intelligent, strong, charismatic soul pondering out his window was a boy, too, and also very much alive.

Was it gay if he was dead?

Either way, it didn't make any sense for him to be attracted to that ghost. Even if they were both very amazing, handsome guys, and even if maybe it would be very cool to date a hero.

Well, as this charismatic and kind young teen stared out his window at the passing definitely-not-a-satellite shooting star and the full moon beside it, an idea suddenly popped into his head.

It was a great idea, really, following the storybooks.

And so, Dash opened his mouth and wished upon a shooting star, "I wish Phantom was a chick."

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"So you have wished it, so it shall be."

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Something was off.

That was the first thing Sam knew, even before she was fully conscious. She lay there in her half-asleep daze, trying to fight the looming dread of her morning alarm, and the only thing that her brain could think of was the ever-encroaching feeling in her chest and mind that something, somewhere, was off.

But her alarm hadn't gone off yet, so really, what was there to worry about? It was probably just the vestiges of her mother's voice from last night needling her brain. Sam couldn't even remember now what they'd been arguing about—probably about her wardrobe, again—but either way, it wasn't important.

So, she fell back asleep.

...

And shot up in her bed.

Wait, why did it feel like she was breathing ice?

That wasn't right.

She placed a hand on her chest, and something pushed back.

She froze. Her blood ran cold.

Literally.

She froze herself to her bed.

Sam stared down at her frost-covered legs, her blanket doing little more to keep her warm than acting as a decorative set piece. Her jaw unhinged in a manner that would have had her mom screaming at her to mind your manners, young lady—but her screams were silent, and each breath sent shards of microscopic ice from her lips.

Her room's temperature plummeted, surely, but Sam could hardly feel it. In fact, it felt better to her now that the air was cold.

And then, her brain caught up, too quickly, and began moving light-years beyond her body. Because holy shit, she'd seen this before, she'd heard of this before, from one person, from Danny.

This she felt in her chest was a core. A ghost core. And this frost was ghost powers, and her ice was ecto-ice, and everything about her screamed Danny's ghost powers.

She must have been dreaming. That was right, she was definitely dreaming. There was no way she was a ghost. She hadn't died! She'd gone to sleep last night healthy and happy—okay, she'd gotten in a fight with her mom. But still! Her mom was a total Karen, but she wouldn't have killed Sam in her sleep. She was crazy, but not that kind of crazy.

Before her brain could spiral too far, the cursed sound of her alarm snapped her back to reality. Except, her hands had frozen to her pajamas.

And she had no idea how to turn her powers off.

Great. So, not only was she dead, but she was also cursed to be the most obnoxiously annoying haunted-mansion ghost that Amity Park's ever known.

Perfect. It was just what every goth always dreamed.

How did Danny turn this thing off? His powers tended to flare when he was agitated, which meant she just had to calm down.

Okay.

Yeah.

She could totally calm down.

She sat there, head spinning, the alarm still blaring, and half expecting her mother to storm the gate that was her bedroom door and demand Sam get out of bed right this instant, but no, that wasn't helping.

So she closed her eyes and breathed.

Just breathed.

She thought of a warm day. Even if the goth inside her wanted shadows, she thought of the sun. A human sun, on a warm day, with a full-blue sky that turned into a warm, summer night. Peaceful, surrounded by nature, roasting vegetarian hot dogs around the campfire with her two geeky homebody friends who'd finally put down their technology to join her in this moment.

Her fingers wiggled, and it took Sam a moment to realize that the ecto-frost was gone. When she opened her eyes, her clothing and bedding were dry like the frost had never been there to begin with.

But before she could wonder if she'd gone crazy, she felt another pulse from that alien chill in her chest, and reality hit her like a truck all over again.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

She shut off her alarm.

The world was finally, finally silent.

And Sam was afraid to move. Afraid that one wrong twitch would set off her new ghost powers again. Afraid that next time, her mother really was going to barrel through her door and gasp and faint because, "Oh, Sammykins! What happened to you?"

She looked at her hands, but human skin stared back at her.

Human skin. Not glowing, green-tinged ghost skin. Human skin.

She peeled back her comforter, but her legs didn't glow either. They were dressed in the same black and purple fleece pants she always wore to sleep. Not a ghost outfit, a human one.

What. The. Hell.

Without thinking, she grabbed her phone from her nightstand and swiped to the one name on her contact list she knew could help.

Or, she hoped.

The phone rang in her ear. One ring, two, then three. Sam's heart thudded in her ears. Wait, heart? Since when did she have a heart?

This idiot had better be awake.

Four rings, then five.

If she had a heart, then maybe she wasn't dead. Danny had a functioning heart, didn't he? Sam couldn't remember. His biology was so strange and inconsistent. Maybe he did, which meant that maybe Sam wasn't dead dead; maybe she was just a halfa!

But how?

On the sixth ring, he picked up. His voice was thick, full of unshed sleep as he mumbled in a scratchy, drawn-out voice, "Sam? Wha...?"

"Danny!" Sam could taste the relief on her lips. "Danny, I need your help. I don't—something—"

"Whoa." Danny's voice on the other end was low, and oddly alert.

But whatever issue he was having could hold off. "I don't know how to explain this! I just. You need to. Ugh, I don't know what's happening!"

"Wait," he said, almost distracted, as if he weren't actually talking to Sam.

No, her problems came first right now. "Danny, please!"

"Wait, wait, wait. Hang on, Sam, something—"

"I have a ghost core!"

"My core is missing!"

Silence echoed off the walls of the cell line between them. Sam's body was a cacophony of both wanting to breathe hard because that was what her body was used to, and also scoffing at the idea of breathing to calm down because breathing was pointless and she was a ghost, damnit! She could do better than that! Even though she wasn't a ghost. She was alive, she reminded herself. 

Even if absolutely none of this should be possible.

It was Danny who broke the silence first. "Wait, what?"

Sam needed no further prompting to let the words spill from her mouth. "I have a ghost core now! I just woke up like this and I have no idea how it happened!"

To Sam's surprise, Danny began to laugh.

Genuinely laugh.

"What the hell, Danny?" Sam hissed. Around her, the lights flickered.

"No, sorry, it's just that I'm glad that this mystery is already halfway solved. If you were anyone else, I don't know what I would have done."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying my core is gone, Sam! Not off, but like, gone. It's not in my chest anymore. I'm human. But you have a ghost core. So somehow it seems like my core moved into your body."

Sam jerked back in bed, leaning against her disheveled cushions and scoffing. "That's ridiculous."

Danny didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, but my entire life is ridiculous. That's kind of part of the deal."

"Okay, fair. But still, what the hell am I going to do? I don't know how to use this core! I'm going to get discovered by first period!"

"Sam." Danny laughed. "Be real. I've transformed in the middle of the street and no one's ever caught me."

Well, he did have a point.

"Seriously, you'll be fine. And besides, even if you do accidentally turn invisible in front of someone, everyone in this town knows that when people get ecto-contamination, they sometimes show weird ghostly side effects. It wouldn't be too hard to say, oh I don't know, you accidentally dropped a beaker of one of my parents' inventions on you and you're just having some side effects while it wears off!"

If Sam wasn't trying to reassure herself that everything would be okay, she might have been impressed at how easily Danny thought of that simple lie. Impressed, and also maybe a little concerned.

"You'll be fine! Just hang tight ‘til we can figure out what's going on, anyway."

"Sure," she said. She breathed, releasing the knot in her stomach as she did. "Okay, okay, I'm good now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Okay, see you in a bit."

She clicked off before he could respond, and her phone slipped through intangible fingers, bouncing against her mattress and settling next to her leg. 

She had ghost powers.

Not just any ghost powers, but Danny's ghost powers.

Somehow.

Inexplicably.

Neither of them had a single clue why, but somehow, they'd managed to swap human-halfa statuses.

So, Sam had Danny's ghost powers. His Phantom powers. The powers he, an overpowered halfa, used to fight other ghosts. And now, Sam had them in the palm of her hand.

Literally.

And she had to act normal. 

Right. Yes. Yup, that was fine. This was all totally fine.

"Sammykins!" the nails-on-chalkboard sound of her mother's shrill voice called from the bannister. "Get up! You're going to be late for school!"

Sam could feel the ectoblast tingling at her fingertips. 

But no, this wasn't a dangerous creature. Okay, her mother was absolutely a dangerous creature, especially when given the power of the PTA on her side.

Sam shuddered. The PTA was everyone in town's worst nightmare.

But still, this was her mother, a human. A very annoying, preppy woman. Not a dangerous ghost. So, she squashed the tingling of the ectoplasm and jumped from her bed. "I know!"

Showering was odd. More than odd, actually, it was downright outrageous. 

The hot water licked her skin like fire. It was muggy, and the humidity, once relaxing, suffocated her. Her internal body temperature rose with each passing second, and where she used to cry a defensive, "Goths don't sweat, we simmer!" to those who would poke fun at her not-so-summer attire, now, that simmering felt more like actual boiling.

Her hand shot out and yanked the lever to the cold setting. Almost immediately, the water went from trying to slow-roast her alive, to gently kissing her skin.

She sighed, both relief and horror filling her at once.

Relief because wow, this cold shower was seriously amazing. 

And horror because to her recollection, the only people on Earth who enjoyed icy cold showers were male social media influencers who posted about waking up at five in the morning for the daily rise and grind.

If ghost powers turned her into a rise and grinder, Sam was going to kill herself.

Miraculously, she managed to get through the morning without her mother noticing anything. Well, probably because Sam and her mother rarely if ever interacted face-to-face in the morning. If they did, all Pam could manage was a comment about how Sam's outfit wasn't ladylike, while Sam could only respond with a scowl in her mother's direction. So, for both of their sanities, they found it best to interact as little as possible before they had their morning coffees.

Intangibility only caused her to drop her spider backpack once before she was able to sling the straps over her shoulders. It really was such a pesky thing, and she almost regretted all the times when she'd made fun of Danny's sudden clumsiness post-accident.

Almost.

But not quite.

Because what were best friends for if not to make fun of each other?

"Bye, Mom!" she yelled to the empty air and then stepped through the threshold of the door.

Or, tried.

She hadn't meant to literally step through the threshold. As in, begin sinking through the floor.

Heart pounding, she swung her hands out and caught the side of the doorframe. Using a mix of adrenaline and physical training, she pulled her body back up. Her legs returned to the world of tangibility, and she sat on the floor, breathing rapidly. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. 

What the hell was that?

She'd just stepped through the floor. She'd just stepped through the floor.

"Sam!" yelled out a voice from the street.

She'd never been so thankful to see the obnoxious yellow of Tucker's sweater before.

She opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat, and her vision began swimming. Had Danny told him? Or was Tucker blissfully unaware? How was Sam going to explain all this?

Thankfully, Sam was saved.

"Need some help?" Tucker asked. "Danny texted!"

Normally, she would have felt insulted that anyone dare ask if she needed help up. But this time? Screw it.

"Yeah, actually."

"Are you leaving?" Sam's mother called from the bathroom upstairs where Sam knew she was layering her face under a mountain of anti-ageing products. 

"Yup! Going now!" Sam answered. "Tucker's here!"

"Tell him not to walk on the lawn! I just got it trimmed!"

Sam rolled her eyes, turning back to the sound of Tucker’s footsteps traversing up their flawlessly power-washed walkway. 

"Here." He held out his arm. "Don't worry, no one's looking."

Once convinced she wasn't going to start sinking to the other side of the planet again, Sam gingerly stood and tested her feet against the floor.

Her brain was happy to report that the floor was, in fact, solid.

Thank goodness.

She made quick work of shutting the door behind her, darting off her property, and, most importantly, getting away from her mother's prying eyes.

Once they were safely on the other side of the tall, privacy hedges, she whipped around to face Tucker and said, "I don't know what the hell Danny told you, but I'm kind of freaking out right now."

"So is he," Tucker said. "He said he'd meet us at school, by the way. He's poking around in his basement for any leads and then is gonna get a ride from Jazz. But I'll be honest, I thought y'all were pulling my leg ‘til I saw you going through the floor."

"Yeah, this is legit." Sam stuck her palm out and let the cold crystals surface on her skin, gathering them until they formed a sheet of ice on her palm. She saw Tucker's eyes widen and heard a sharp inhale with her newly acquired acute hearing, but otherwise, he didn't say anything until she tipped her palm over and let the ice fracture on the ground.

"What the hell?" Tucker breathed.

"Right?" Sam groaned. "I don't know what I'm going to do! I only barely have a lid on these powers right now."

"You'll be fine. Danny was, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, but Danny's core was a lot weaker back then. I've got it at full power right now, and I have zero idea where the brakes are in this thing."

Tucker didn't seem fazed, his stride overly bouncy and dare Sam say joyful for the situation at hand. "Yeah, but you're way more athletic and into the whole occult thing than Danny is anyway. You're a goth! I'm sure you'll figure it out. And if it makes you feel better, Danny's transformed in broad daylight loads of times and nobody's noticed."

"Yeah, he mentioned that over the phone too."

"Right? You'll be fine."

"Thanks, Tuck," Sam said, then faltered, her body flickering out of visibility for a split second before she rounded on Tucker, mouth gaping. "Wait, were you, Tucker Foley, trying to make me feel better? Me, the ultra recyclo vegetarian? Doesn't that go against your meat code of ethics or something?"

"Yeah, I know, right? What has the world come to where I'm out here consoling you? Tragic times and all."

Sam slugged his arm playfully.

"Don't tell Danny or he'll never let me live it down," Tucker added.

Sam snorted, adjusting her purple spider backpack straps and bounding forward. They walked in a comfortable silence for half a minute before Tucker broke her tranquility to talk about some game he was playing (badly, Sam mentally thought). He narrated his great epic about how much he'd grinded until he found some hack—a hack that Sam knew he didn't actually find but probably read about on Reddit—and at that point Sam was forced to interject because if Tucker had just played the game's tutorial properly or not skipped over all the cutscenes, he would have known a far easier way to level up than grinding those low-level monsters he'd been fighting and—ugh, Tucker could be so infuriating sometimes.

"See, I know you're mad at me right now because your eyes are literally glowing."

"I'm not mad at you!" Sam argued, pinching the bridge of her nose like she'd seen Danny do dozens of times to calm his eyes down. It didn't feel like it was doing much for her, though. "I just can't believe you're seriously so inept that you're resorting to digging for hacks on Reddit instead of just playing the game properly! See, this is why you suck at gaming. I don't play video games nearly as much as you but I always kick your ass because I try."

"And I don't?" Tucker said, affronted.

"No! You just look for cheats!"

"Because I'm working smarter, not harder!"

"And that's why you never get any better!" 

They rounded the corner, and the school campus began peeking into view. 

"Oh shit, hang on. I need to make my eyes stop glowing." Sam turned around to face the window of a closed store. Her reflection was faint, but even then she could see her eyes glowing fiercely. "Shit. How do I turn this off?"

"Don't be such a hothead."

Sam stamped her foot. "I'm not a hothead!"

"Oh damn, what am I walking into?" said a voice that had never filled Sam with so much relief as it did now.

A hand touched her shoulder, and Sam peered through her bangs to see the bright blue eyes of Danny Fenton. She took a deep breath from her gut just like she'd always practiced in her weekly yoga classes and felt the power recede into her body. 

"Hey, Danny," she said sheepishly.

"You looked like you were about to punch Tucker through the window."

"I did want to punch Tucker through the window."

"What did that poor window ever do to you?" Tucker quipped.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it's the window I was arguing with. You were just the projectile, for sure."

"Seems like you got pretty good control over these powers, though," Danny said, eyeing her up and down.

Sam imagined he was expecting to find her in his typical state: covered in some amount of blood, ectoplasm, and dirt. Fortunately, she'd managed to make it to school unscathed.

"Oh no, you totally missed the part where she literally ate shit going through her door," Tucker cackled, wiping an invisible tear from his eye. "It was amazing. You should have been there. I've never seen our girl look so uncoordinated in her life."

Sam didn't even try to suppress the glow from her eyes as she rounded back on their very annoying friend and glared. "Another word and I will throw you through this window!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure you will!"

Danny stuck his hand out and flicked Tucker's cheek. "So, we going to class or what? Bell's about to ring and if I get one more tardy this week, Lancer said I'll owe him a Saturday detention."

Sam steeled herself, looking across the street at her biggest adversary this year: the school. "Fine, let's go." 

****

Somehow, Sam prevailed through homeroom without falling through her chair. Although, her new ghost core had certainly threatened to send her ass not just through her chair, but into the goddamn floor multiple times.

She had also managed to weather their English written check-in on the assigned book they were reading. Or, the book that some of them had been reading. Sam, of course, was one of the people who had legitimately read it. Persepolis was an easy read, after all, with it being a graphic novel and all. And besides, Sam could never call herself a feminist if she neglected to read the stories of women from other parts of the world.

On the other hand, Sam was pretty sure that both Danny and Tucker had thoroughly failed the open response question, even with her giving a verbal synopsis of the book before class had started. 

"Wait, who's Ebi?" Tucker had asked.

Sam wanted to throttle him. "He's Marji's father!"

"Who's Marji?" Danny asked.

"The main character, Danny. "

Yeah, they'd definitely failed the check-in.

But since the class had finished early, they had the rest of the period to chat. Or, in Sam's case, sit there trying to stay visible and in her chair.

"You have too much energy," Danny explained, looking thoroughly too unconcerned for their current predicament as he doodled spirals in the margins of his notebook. "You just need to burn it off."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Sam asked. "We're in fucking school!"

"You can do it after school."

"Wow, gee, you're so helpful. I'm so glad you told me this at the beginning of the school day instead of, you know, texting me or something before school!"

"I forgot," Danny said, waving his hand as if to shoo her away.

"You're useless is what you are."

And he truly was. For as long as Danny had ghost powers, Sam realized that he didn't actually understand them to a shocking degree. Well, he was a boy after all, and boys could be a bit dense. Then again, there was a bit dense and then there was Danny, who seemed like such an airhead at times, that Sam was concerned that all those ghost fights had knocked all his brains from his skull.

"You'll figure it out," is what Danny said.

Sam did not win the fight to resist throwing her pencil at him.

Mr. Lancer, who seemed to have a knack for turning his head to see the exact moment when a student was breaking a rule, tilted his head in an expression that plainly read: are you fucking serious?

"Sorry!" Sam called. "Danny was being annoying!"

"When isn't Fentwerp being annoying?" Dash snickered.

Danny glared at Dash. "I'll stop being annoying if you take this pencil and shove it up your—"

"Boys!" Lancer's voice boomed through the classroom. "It's too early for this. Stop."

Dash grumbled something under his breath but otherwise turned back to his conversation with Kwan.

"And Ms. Manson," Lancer added, his expression rotating to its previous exasperation, "please don't throw pencils in my classroom."

"Fine, sorry," Sam said without conviction.

Apparently, though, that was enough for Mr. Lancer, who seemed content to return his attention down to the stack of papers and the red pen in his fingers.

"You are annoying me, you know," Sam told Danny. "Seriously, you haven't given me one bit of useful advice this entire day."

"Yeah, well, I don't know. I'm not a god, you know." Then he paused his doodling, chuckling to himself. "I'm not Clockwork."

"Clockwork, oh gracious god of time!" Tucker raised his hands up to the ceiling. "If you can hear us, please do grace us with your presence so Miss Sammykins can not eat shit on the floor! Even if from a purely objective standpoint that would be incredibly funny!"

"No it would not be!" Sam hissed.

Danny glanced up. "He's not gonna come for this, you know. He wouldn't even show up when Vlad had kidnapped me in his basement that one time."

Sam and Tucker rounded on him, simultaneously crying, "He did what?"

Once again, Danny looked far too unconcerned. "Oh yeah, he was trying to get my mid-morph DNA. Did I not tell you about that? The loser was using it for his stupid clone project. Seriously, he's such a creep."

"Oh, so that's how Danielle got stabilized? Vlad stole your mid-morph DNA after he kidnapped you?" Tucker asked.

"Yup."

Sam realized her mouth was gaping like a fish, and she forced her jaw back together. "Your life is so fucked up, you know that?"

Danny just continued doodling in his notebook. "Yeah, well, now you have my core so...good luck!"

If luck was what she needed, then she was about to cast every Wiccan spell she knew to get it. 

Fortunately, she managed to stay mostly intact through the rest of the period. Though, her legs did flicker in and out of visibility a few times. They were under her desk, so no one could see. But for good measure, she stole Tucker's jacket to cover her lap like a blanket, much to his protest.

A blunt "you'll live" was just about all the sympathy that he'd gotten from Sam.

As the day droned on, Sam began to get used to the core in her chest. It was a constant cold presence that seemed to send chill gusts anytime it was looking to cause mayhem in the form of intangibility or invisibility. And once she recognized the feeling of that cool energy balling up, she began learning how to brace herself for when it striked.

Of course, she wasn't successful in stopping all the cool gusts of energy. She was a novice, after all. But she was very proud of herself that she'd managed to begin teaching herself the first steps.

And also, very annoyed because that meant Danny's nails-on-chalkboard advice of "you'll figure it out" actually had some merit to it.

Not that she'd ever admit that to him. He and his advice could eat rocks for all she cared.

Point was, she had actually begun to get a grasp on whatever the hell was going on with her body. In the half hour before the lunch bell, she'd even started to hone her new abilities enough to make tiny ecto-ice crystals in the palm of her hand under her desk. She was at least partially certain that she could make these crystals on a bigger scale given the opportunity, but for some reason, she didn't think her teachers or the school administration would appreciate a seemingly-human student erecting giant crystals of unmeltable ice in the middle of their classrooms.

Though, their reactions would be very funny.

When the lunch bell rang, Sam was—for the first time—the first person out of the room, darting through the halls as if she'd personally been victimized by that biology class. Which, given the amount of worksheets that teacher loved to hand out, wasn't actually too far off from the truth.

Regardless, Sam was already halfway down the hall before she remembered to sling her spider backpack over both shoulders. She was the first to claim refuge in the trio's normally near-empty table, and given her boys seemed to be really taking their time today, to refrain from squirming in her seat like a toddler, she hid one hand in her lap and willed an ice crystal to her fist. This time, she was testing to see if she could make a simple shape with it. A flat disc, she decided. 

The crystal that formed wasn't exactly the smooth, flat disc she'd been envisioning. It was a bit rough, and it wasn't that thin either. But it wasn't like the round, perl-like ecto-ice that she'd willed to existence on a previous attempt. This one was different, and different meant that she was improving.

"You surviving?" a voice called over her shoulder.

She startled, getting so consumed by the ecto-ice, that she forgot that she'd been waiting for her friends to arrive. 

"Barely, but I'm doing it," she responded to Tucker, who'd practically fallen into his normal lunch seat.

"Well, that makes one of us. I thought Mr. Falluca was actually trying to murder us with the amount of homework he assigned."

"Tuck, he gave time in class to do it."

"And I clearly didn't work on it during class. That's what I have you for!" He leaned forward and pressed his fingers into a prayer. "I have you here to lend me your answers!"

Sam frowned. "And what are you offering in return?"

"A free hug?"

"Yeah, I don't think so"

"I know, I was just messing with you." Tucker grinned. "How about the bio homework?"

Sam tapped her chin, pretending to think about it. "Well, well, well, Mr. Foley. You've got yourself a deal." She stuck her hand out, and Tucker was quick to grasp her palm and shake her one hand with his two in an exaggerated motion. 

"Thanks, Sam! You're the best."

"Well," Sam said, taking her hand back. "Don't thank me yet. You still have to do the bio homework. Knowing that class, that could be a whole thing."

"It's fine. Bio homework is usually fast for me."

"We're talking about Bio?" Danny asked, placing his lunch tray down and taking his seat across the table.

Sam looked over, brightening. "Oh hey, Danny! Yeah, we are. Unfortunately."

Danny suddenly looked like he wanted to throw up. "Ugh, hate that class."

"Don't we all?" Tucker lamented

"I don't even know what we're learning right now," Danny said

"I don't think anyone knows," Tucker said.

"And you're doing my homework for me?" Sam asked as Tucker shoveled a bite of food into his mouth.

He chewed for a moment as if to be polite, and then decided to abandon that idea and talk with a full mouth instead. "Don't worry, I'll figure it out. I always do!"

"Gross," Sam scoffed. "I don't need to see your gory, spit-covered meat disaster."

"The school's gory, spit-covered meat disaster, actually." Tucker gestured to his lunch tray. 

"That doesn't make it any better."

"Guys," Danny interrupted, his face contorting into that exasperated expression it always did when she and Tucker started fighting about food. "Seriously? If you two get into this, Sam's eyes are gonna turn green again."

Sam squeezed the edges of the ecto-ice in her palms, anticipation clawing at her skin. "Actually, I've made some progress with it."

Danny perked up. "With figuring out how to switch things back to normal?"

"No. Better! I've starting figuring out how these powers work." Sam presented her palm to the two boys, the misshapen ice-disc proudly on display.

It took Sam a moment too late to realize that she probably looked like a toddler presenting their scribbled drawing to their parents that could be either a human or a cat depending on which angle the parent was looking at the scribbles from.

And she could see in their faces that this was exactly how Tucker and Danny were taking it. From Danny, a police nod at her lump of ice, and from Tucker, a squint through his glasses and a look that said, "huh?"

"The ice," Sam explained. "I've started to figure out how to shape and size it."

"Oh, that makes a lot more sense," Danny said, clearly relieved.

"Yeah, I thought all that ectoenergy managed to loosen a few screws, if you know what I'm saying." Tucker circled his pointer finger around the size of his head in the universal crazy gesture. "But, uh, congrats?"

"That awesome, Sam! Jeez, you're picking this up fast. It took me weeks before I figured out how to not turn the entire room into a blizzard whenever I turned the powers on."

"If it makes you feel better, I'm just copying you." Sam shrugged, placing the ice on the table. She stabbed her lettuce with her fork and held it in the air for a moment, amusement seeping into her at Danny who scooped the ice up like a dog being given a new squeaky toy for its birthday. 

He turned it around in his fingers, inspecting every scratch in the ice. "Hey, this is actually pretty good. It takes a while to get the hang of it. You really have to be specific on how you picture the item. Well, at first anyway. Over time, it gets a lot easier. But when I was first starting out, I had to clear my brain out before I made anything."

"Clearing your brain out? That shouldn't be too hard for you. There's nothing there to begin with."

Danny shot Tucker a glare. "Very funny."

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all night."

Sam ignored him. "I just need to practice." She shivered, and intangibility threatened to send her crashing to the ground. It took all her might to stave it off. "And, I need to burn this energy off. Hey, can you show me how right after school? Since we have no idea how long we'll be switched like this and all."

"Yeah, sure," Danny said.

Sam straightened, and began eating her salad with newfound vigor. She was going to burn the energy off regardless, but having someone there to coach her and help her control it would be immensely helpful.

All she had to do was make it through the rest of her school day.

****

part 2 >

[plumadot]

i actually love your rendoc (and just ren and just doc) art SOOOOO much every single time i see them on my dash i smile, they look so soft and squeezable in your style and your doc looks so snuggly and ren looks so CUTE theyre like baby bunnies to me....i just wanna pick em up and give them one million kisses on their little heads and ruffle their fluff and aaaAAAAAAAAA im in love i love your rendoc art 🐐🐕🥺🥰��💕

gfdkgjkfjg awww thank you!!!! :D i think i've fully given up on making doc look intimidating i'm having way too much fun making him soft and cuddly and silly. same for ren gfkdjgk he's just pretty and handsome and sweet and fun aaaaaaa i like them very much can you tell :D and i'm so happy you like my arts of them aaa <3

[tmwcs]

domestic fluffy drabble with ethan(like that side of ethan we saw after him and y/n reunited after the tiff incident) and y/n after getting married

awwww this one is sooooo cute. without thinking, straight the image of this pops up in my head.....

The wedding ceremony went beautifully. you and heeseung danced and dined with the family and took lots of photos. After everything was done, you both went to the lavish hotel suite where preparations of a massive bed, adorned with silk sheets, rose petals, a platter of exotic fruits, breads, cheeses, and jams all spread out on the table with sparking apple cider.

You were still in your gown with your hair in a beautiful relaxed half up and half down style, adorned with your favorite flowers decorating it with simple and tasteful jewelry. Your gown was formfitting, delicate and trimmed with lace, it was very pretty...but also very sexy. the long train draped from below your derriere, making you look even more ethereal and alluring as it contours the shape of your body....that shapely body he loves.....too much.

you start to take off your earrings, when heeseung sits on the bed and looks down at the floor, looking pensive.

You ask him if everything was alright and he smirks and says "yeah.....everything is great."

standing up, he walks over to you. He looks so handsome in his black tux and his hair combed over in a relaxed manner, off to the side, exposing his forehead. He looked so dashing and suave.

as soon as he stands in front of you, he leans his head back as he stretches it....from left....to right....to front...to back.....and then centered again. his eyes slowly open, and there he was......

Ethan......

With his mouth closed, his eyes relaxed under partially closed lids, he looks at you up and down as he sighs through his nose. the way he looked at you as he stood with his hands in his pockets...

(didnt have time to change his hair to black but you get the picture...pardon the pun lol)

yes...the way he looked at you....it was very rare...in fact, the only time he looked at you in that manner, was when after he got to reunite with him after the incident with Scott and Tiff.....he lacked all forms of a sadistic and sinister aura as he looked completely in love...not a single lustful glint in his eye.

"........you look really pretty....."

"thank you..."

"mmhmm....you look really beautiful..."

"oh...than you."

"you look gorgeous..."

you start to chuckle. "Thank you Ethan..."

lifting his gaze back to your eyes, he takes a step closer to you...

"you look like a goddess..."

"thanks."

Takes another step.....

"you look......unreal...."

"....thank you baby."

He reaches for you and gently pulls you into chest, firmly gripping you at the waist yet he was still gentle and admitted delicate strokes with his thumbs on your sides.

"............can i have you?" he asks....

You were surprised, normally Ethan would never bother asking for anything...he would just take it....especially when it came to you.

"....w-what?"

"CAN....i have you?" he asks, gently reaching up and stroking your neck.

".....yes...?.....this is....out of character for you...."

"......tonight is out of character babydoll.....tonight, you're a bride.....my bride.....my wife....tonight should be done differently...." he smirks as he reaches his thumb and gently strokes the corner of your mouth.

".....you gonna let me keep you forever?"

"Yes...."

"You gonna keep me forever?"

"yes..."

"You gonna let me protect you?"

"yes...."

"You gonna do as i say?....be a good girl and always listen to me?..."

"........yes......"

He leans in and kisses you.

"kay.....come here." he whispers as his lips brush against yours faintly.

Ethan started the night, and Heeseung ended it....it couldn't have been more perfect.....

[lyerra]

lately I've been travelling a lot. spending lots of time in trains and stuff and apparently it gets me thinking!!

so everyone please get ready for what no one asked for:

post canon Rita/Estelle headcanons

okay so like

this is mainly stuff I thought about why trying to come up with design ideas for them

which I did not

but I got a few pretty cool ideas that I think would be nice to share

Rita: okay maybe this one is strange idk? but I really see post canon Rita leaning into her more feminine side!!! why?

she likes cute things

she likes being called cute (by Estelle)

she literally lives with Estelle now and I think Estelle would defo get Rita to try cute clothes and accessories

I don't think this change would be too sudden because she'd probably be scared of people not taking her seriously, or worried that the clothes look "too cute for someone like her" but she'd eventually try it and it made her really happy... and with Estelle's support it would be easier as well!! The clothes would still be comfy and practical enough to fight in and do science in though

Yuri or Judith might tease her about it but Estelle would NOT let them and make them apologize lol

I also really like the idea of Rita growing her hair out and trying different hairstyles and stuff... like maybe she kept it short because it got in the way and it was a pain to take care of it properly but Estelle taught her simple and cute hairstyles to keep them out of the way

which leads us to another point! I think Rita living with Estelle in Halure actually forced her to do self care. Simple things like eating balanced meals, taking breaks, getting sleep at regular hours, seeing her friends, touching grass, getting a bit of sunlight, looking after her health... like if you think about it Rita is literally an orphan who lives alone and a workaholic. I don't think she knows how to take care of herself properly and doesn't like it because the time she spends doing these things is time she doesn't spend working

however Estelle is not having any of it and Rita finds out that she's much more effective in her work when she's well fed, well rested and overall not feeling like shit (and it's not like she can resist Estelle for long)

Estelle: Estelle would be pretty much the opposite. I think she would slowly let her more adventurous side take over and let Yuri's personality rub off on her just a tiiiiny little bit. Of course, she would also stand up for herself and become known for her bravery across the empire, not just her kindness, and maybe become a figure for the emancipation of women.

because Estelle seems to love novels with knights and princesses in it, consider this:

since obviously by this point we know Estelle doesn't have fantasies of dating a dashing knight or prince, what if she had a fantasy of being one?

(this idea is definitely not due to me having bi panic whenever I see Estelle in her theater costume btw!!! definitely NOT)

Sooooo prince aesthetic Estelle!! Boyish, but elegant clothes suited for following her best friends into whatever weird adventure they get into, something that won't make Yuri go "this doesn't suit you either" (not that we care about what he thinks, smh)... something with boots and pants but also a frilly shirt and pretty earrings... something heroic and handsome... *sighs*

at first I thought about her wearing her hair like her theater costume would be cool but then I thought that maybe it wouldn't go well with other outfits (I don't see Estelle entirely giving up on girly outfits either) so maybe longer hair that could be pulled into a low ponytail or a braid in a way that's very gender

ANYWAYS these are my thoughts. yeah

[ruanbaijie]

Hellooo

sooooo, I've been seeing your gifs for dashing youth and everyone looks so pretty and like they are having so much fun! If you don't mind saying, what is the story about and where can I watch it?

Lei Mengsha is so handsome I've felt like an arrow had gone through my heart like- THE WIND BLOWING HIS HAIR SOFTLY LIKE- I WAS LOST OTL

YES the cast is huge and they are all so pretty???? it's been super fun so far (but honestly i feel like there's uh incoming pain) it's the prequel of the blood of youth (tboy), about the generation before that's the shifu/ older generation by the time tboy rolls around. you can watch it on youku/ viki!

[spricket-central]

sooooo i found a new friend early this morning, ahaha...

well, really Wembley did! he dashed into my bedroom at like 3am chasing something and, lo and behold, it was this beautiful adult male!

hes so handsome!

honestly, i wouldnt have taken him in permanently in most cases, because hes spricket #8 right now and, as low maintenance as these guys are, it CAN add up a bit when ive got a bunch of them, and im starting to get a little overwhelmed (im SO behind on tank maintenance oh my goddddd im sorry babies!!!), but... ive got nothing but girls so far (and two who are too young to tell), and theres no way im passing up the chance to have a male to breed with one of them.

hes hanging out with me right now :)

he seemed pretty stressed by captivity when i caught him, pacing and wall-dancing like crazy once he'd finally eaten his fill, so hes shot up to the top of the line for tank upgrades. im gonna room him with Sesame, who is also top priority, so it works out perfectly, actually!

i was struggling to think of a name for him, but right before i opened tumblr to post this i think i settled on one: meet Cracker Jack! :)

welcome to the family, handsome!

and a big thank you to Wembley for finding him :)

Good Boy!!!!! 💚

[avtrbee]

blind date

pairing: steven grant x reader (a saving b from being stood up trope)

word count: 2.1k

masterlist

(spoilers in a/n!!)

a/n: hello everyone! sooooo i just wanted to say that i dont condone cheating bc technically speaking steven has a wife thru marc, but i have thought of this scenario before i even knew of layla. happy reading and and please dont be shy and tell me what you think!!

You honestly only came out to sit on the park bench and watch people do their daily routine. This isn’t something you share with other people because you understand how creepy it sounded but it relaxed you somehow. Your mind would wander off, sometimes thinking of made-up backstories on each passerby, sometimes wondering what their personality would be like according to their walk. Soon enough, all your stress would be gone and you’d go back to your apartment ready to tackle the excel file you ran away from.

The process of sitting and quietly observing people usually only took a couple of minutes, 20 at most, but that was until he sat down. The person in question was undeniably handsome; he had thick, curly hair on his head and dark eyes that roamed nervously to the seat before him. He had such fine features with high cheekbones and a defined jawline that you thought could cut your finger. Along his jaw, there was a faint stubble and a sharp nose that seemed to accentuate his side profile. A naughty whisper in your head reminds you of what Doja Cat had to say about big noses and you stifle a chuckle before chasing the thought away.

This incredibly handsome man also looked like an incredible…mess. He had dark circles under his eyes that were visible even from your distance. He kept looking around, as if he physically can’t help himself to be still, bouncing his knee, fumbling with his palms, scanning the menu once, two, three times too much. His clothes looked like they were hurriedly thrown on him, but they suited him somehow. He looks like the type of guy that hides a six-pack underneath shabby clothes.

However, all your fantasies were thrown off a cliff when you finally noticed the flowers and chocolate on the table. Of course, he had a date, you mourned. To be fair, you would have noticed it quicker if you had just paused from your staring but god, you were mesmerized.

So here you were, 50 minutes later, still on your same spot in the park and still staring at this mysterious handsome man. Where was his date? You totally looked like a creep and you were too invested with his handsome man and his late date. In fact, you even got up and prepared to leave until you saw him pick up his phone. A frown immediately crossed his face.

“Wha-what do you mean? Steak? It’s steak time,” he mumbles, and you could honestly just combust at the sound of his voice. Wait a minute, did he get stood up? You wonder as you watch him listen to his phone, his face dropping into a sad and confused expression. Your sudden thought shamefully excites you as you try to discreetly get closer to eavesdrop.

“What? But I thought we said Friday. Today.” He says and you tilt your head in confusion. You take a glance at your phone to make sure. Isn’t it Sunday today? “C’mon, no. I think Friday still comes after Thursday, doesn’t it?” He opened his mouth to say something, but you guessed that his date had already hung up when he looked at his phone abruptly.

You felt your heart ache at the sight of him. If you were a wiser woman, resistant to his charm, you would have immediately dashed as soon as you heard the news that he stood someone up for two days. But, alas, you were not. Your mind was too occupied at the fact that his face resembled a poor dog begging you to take him in as rain pours down.

You watch him frown at his plate before raising his hand to summon a waiter to confirm the date. You can see him try to make himself smaller, trying hard to go back unnoticed, but is unable to as he is suddenly conscious of the pitying stares of the other strangers in the restaurant who had also overheard his conversation.

All the facts had piled up in your head: there is a sad, dateless, attractive man on the table before you. Your body started moving before your mind had even rationalized your actions.

You rush up to him in a hurry, crossing the distance that separated the both of you. You see him look up at you, face morphed in confusion but before he could open his mouth you said, “Love, I’m so sorry,” you tried to say it a little louder and took a subtle glance at everyone before continuing. “Traffic was horrible, I had to run to get here.”

You pulled a chair and took a seat. He blinked. “You are-”

“-awful, I know.” You interrupted him before he could even try to speak. On a whim to act more convincing, you grab his hand with yours and start to rub comforting circles with your thumb. “I almost missed our weekly steak time.” You stare at his dark eyes, trying to telepathically convince him to go with it, otherwise, you’d have to experience a very different walk of shame. Around you, you notice the people take a collective breath in anticipation of his reaction. You can’t help but take one of your own. Will he yell at you? Will he walk out?

“Well,” he starts, sounding sheepish. “You’re here, aren’t you, darling?”

You hear your audience sigh in relief before going back to their own businesses. You didn’t know why you approached him in the first place. Was it your hero complex, urging you to save a poor soul? No. Was it your secret affinity towards men who looked like they would stutter, mumble and whine incoherently in bed? Maybe.

When you are sure that everyone is not paying attention, you introduce yourself. “I work in a regular office job. 9 to 5 but it pays well.” Your handsome nameless man repeats your name and you swoon inside thinking that you certainly wouldn’t mind getting used to being called with that voice. Then his eyes travel down to the table, a subtle glance at your interlocked hands and you suddenly remember that you were still rubbing circles on his palm. You smiled awkwardly before quickly retreating your hand.

“Uh, my name is Steven,” he said. “Steven with a V. I work at the National Museum as their gift shop…ist.” His voice became softer and softer at the end.

You raise an eyebrow, staring straight into his eyes. “Is there another way to spell Steven without a V?”

As if summoned, his cheeks and ears turn red from embarrassment which makes you smile wider. He is so easy to fluster. “No, but it’s- it’s a force of habit…” He drops his gaze to the table trying his best to look anywhere but your piercing gaze. “These are for you now, I guess,” Steven hands you the bouquet of roses on the table along with a heart-shaped box of Belgian chocolates. “Y’know, since you’re my date now.” He immediately realizes the implications of his words and raises two spread-out hands, frantically shaking in front of you. “Not that I don’t appreciate it- I do. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Steven with a V.” Steven is so awkward that it hurts, but it’s the fact that he’s genuinely trying that gets you. It’s part of his charm, you decide fondly. You suddenly realize that you are in some fancy steak restaurant and every guest it has was wearing some form of dress or a suit. You try not to wince as you remember your hastily worn outfit of the day was a print shirt and jeans. “I hope I don’t make you look weird. I’m a little underdressed.”

Steven was quick to disagree. “No, no. I’m glad you’re here. Really. Saved me from a lot of staring there.”

Your waiter came and asked for your orders after a short while then a brief silence took over the conversation. You started to feel awkward, enough to second guess your actions, but Steven looked like he doesn't mind the silence at all, probably too busy trying to process the fact that he had been saved by a woman he hasn't met before than to worry about the next topic of small talk.

“So,” you start, racking your brain for anything to start with. “...you have a job at the National Museum?”

That seemed to do the trick. In an instant, Steven’s eyes lit up at the mention of his job and by the end of the night, you knew that although being a tour guide in the museum isn't his dream job, he prefers it over being their resident gift shop-ist. He rambles on and on about how much the Nile was an important source of ancient Egyptian lifestyle, while you stare at him dreamily, raking your eyes over his features. Not that he noticed, he was too busy giving examples of Egyptian traditions.

“Did you know,” he begins, taking a bite of his steak. “that pharaohs would jack off into the Nile as part of a ceremony?”

You felt your wine slide down the wrong way down your throat causing you to choke because they do what now-? Your hand went up your chin trying to catch the wine dripping off your mouth and in an instant, Steven was immediately offering you napkins. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird, and I hope I’m not boring you but…”

Then he was once again lost to his endless facts and stories on ancient Egyptian rituals, eyes shining and somehow looking warmer than it ever did before. You find yourself looking at Steven in a better light. Gone was the man who made you feel like you should tuck him in his bed and hum a lullaby.

“Excuse me, miss, sir,” came the voice of your waiter looking extremely apologetic. “It seems that the restaurant will close in a few minutes, if you could just-”

“Oh-” you gasp, looking at the waiter then back at Steven who had a similar look of surprise. “I’m sorry, we- we didn't realize!”

“Of course, miss,” the waiter smiled. “Time is often forgotten when you love your husband.”

You blink. “Oh? Oh. Of course, we lost track of time-” You suddenly remember the role you forced yourself and Steven to play to save him from pitiful looks. You take a look around for the first time since Steven had enraptured you with his Egypt, finally noticing the empty seats surrounding you.

You immediately gathered your heart-shaped box of chocolates and your roses while Steven paid for the bill (something he strongly insisted on, shoving a couple of bills on the table before you could even take your wallet out).

As you finally walked away from the restaurant, silence occupied you both once more but this time you were more comfortable with it than before. On the other hand, Steven hasn’t stopped looking at you.

“Steven,” you gather up your wits and shove a stolen piece of tissue that you grabbed at the steak restaurant. “I really enjoyed this. Let's do it again, sometime?”

You looked directly at his eyes and Steven’s mouth gaped open like a fish before briefly closing it, perhaps from shock or from the fact that you caught him staring. He could hardly believe his luck- he had just lost a woman’s number several hours ago and now another woman was offering hers. You even said you enjoyed your time with him. He looked at the tissue with a skeptical look as if you were going to take it back, point your finger and laugh at him. But once Steven realized your hand wasn’t going anywhere, he gently took the napkin with a gentle touch as if he was holding one of the most precious gems in the world.

“Yes, of course, I’ll call you,” Steven said softly, looking at your face like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “If you want me to.” He added, hoping not to push his luck.

You felt another genuine smile creep on your face. One of many from this night. You could practically hear the panic in his head.

“Okay. Call me. Good night, love.” You used the endearment you used before when you were still trying to save him from embarrassment, hoping to cause a last-minute fluster in the man. And just on cue, a warm hue of red spread across his cheeks as he stuttered good night.

Steven walked backward with a dopey smile on his face. Before he turned and finally walked away, he repeated himself in a soft voice that you could only describe as happy. “I’ll call you.”

He never did.

[lathalea]

Okay okay here it is: the ask that you asked me to ask (ah!), aka the angst supreme🤣

Sooooo forbidden love (and soulmates too?) with Thorin 😉

One thing about myself: uhmmm, idk maybe fiercely loyal?

and you choose the au, but make it angstyyyyy (sorry everyone) 💙💙💙

Hello and thank you for this ask @legolasbadass my long-lost twin

💙💙💙 Everyone, remember when I said I was taking a break from angst?

Well. I really tried to. BUT @legolasbadass MADE ME WRITE THIS AND I'M SO SORRYYYYY! (Don't believe her, she came with this ask to me out of her own free will I just kindly agreed to receive it! That's how it happened, I swear 😈)

🍌Forbidden Love with Thorin (WARNING: HEAVY ANGST)

You were the daughter of the king of the Ironfist Dwarves from the Red Mountains. A princess. To strengthen the alliances between your clan and the Longbeards of Erebor, your family was invited for the Midsummer celebrations to the Lonely Mountain by King Thror.

Erebor was one of the most beautiful places you've ever seen, but you fell in love the most with the king's grandson, prince Thorin.

During your stay he did what he could to be alone with you and show you the secrets of his kingdom. For him, you were enchanting and your eyes shone even brighter than the legendary Arkenstone. He was spellbound by your beauty, by your grace and by your knowledge about weaponry (a topic you were very familiar with, as a daughter of the most militant clan of Dwarves). Quickly he understood that you were his One, the only woman he would love.

After a couple of weeks spent together, he professed his feelings for you and you couldn't believe your ears. This handsome, dashing prince, the one you sighed for every evening and dreamed of every night since you saw him for the first time, Thorin, told you that his love for you was as strong as yours for him.

When you kissed your One for the first time, it was as if the world was born anew, as if it finally gained color and woke up after years and years of slumber.

You knew you were too young, barely over half battle age, to begin courting. You decided to wait until you both reached battle age. You whispered the words of love and unending devotion to each other on your last evening together and braided each other's hair as a sign of secret betrothal. Thorin promised to visit the Red Mountains as soon as he could.

He never did.

Soon after you returned home, you received news that a vile dragon attacked Erebor. No one knew how many Dwarves survived, if any.

Months passed, and you cried yourself to sleep every evening, hoping that Thorin survived.

After a year your father received an official letter from the King-In-Exile Thror informing him of the tragedy. The Longbeards lost everything and were now a group of homeless vagabonds, begging for help. Your father, seeing that the greatest king of the richest dwarven kingdom was now a pauper, declined offering any help, even if you begged him to have mercy on the refugees. But your father ruled with an iron fist and a heart of stone.

But at least you knew that Thorin survived along with his father and grandfather and it was more that you hoped for. Your One was alive. You wanted to write to him, but you didn't know where he was, traveling with his people. Because it was unseemly for a Dwarven maiden to write or receive letters from unmarried Dwarves, it was even harder for you to ask someone to find him.

Several years later a merchant brought you in secret a letter written in Thorin's own hand. Your One wrote that, though he would love you until the end of his days, he felt obliged to set you free and asked you to treat your betrothal as nonexistent. He was poor, with no roof over his head, and he had nothing to offer to you any longer. He asked for your forgiveness and wished you all the happiness in the world.

You didn't know how much Thorin suffered when writing this letter, but he felt that it was the honourable thing to do, even if it broke your heart. He felt that he didn't deserve you any longer and he knew that your father would never agree to your marriage to a penniless Dwarf. Thorin didn't think he would ever see you again, even though he saw your face every night when he closed his eyes.

You wrote back to him, refusing to acknowledge his decision, and sending him your love. You asked the merchant to discreetly deliver your letter, but you never heard back from Thorin.

He received your letter and kept it close to his heart, the last memory of you, but he knew that the great love between you was not meant to have a happy ending. There was nothing more he could say to you. Deep down he still hoped, but realized how desperate and impossible his hopes were. Thorin would often read your promises of love, recall your face and the sweetness of your kisses, and that was what kept his going through the suffering and despair for years and years.

Your reached battle age and your father started searching for candidates for your hand. He wanted a solid, political marriage for you that would strenghten your clan even more. He wished you to become a queen and a mother of kings. Unfortunately, all the other dwarven rulers had spouses, so he decided to wait. There was still time. You cried yourself to sleep recalling that you were supposed to be Thorin's wife now and living happily with him in Erebor.

Years passed. Sometimes merchants would bring news of Longbeards settling in Dunland so you knew that Thorin was still alive. Some time later news came that King Thror decided to retake Khazad Dum, the home of his ancestors, and declare a war against the Orcs living there. He called upon all the Dwarven clans to help him and share in the spoils.

Your father agreed, remembering the legendary riches of Khazad Dum and hoping to get his share of them. Soon, Thror's envoys came and negotiations started.

You were informed by your father that a new alliance was formed between your clans and in exchange for spoils of war and military help you were going to marry the Longbeard prince and become the queen when the time came. You couldn't believe your happiness and started preparations for the wedding.

You traveled to Dunland, unable to contain your happiness. It was going to happen soon, you were going to become Thorin's wife!

At the Longbeard settlement you were greeted by several dwarves, but Thorin wasn't among them. Instead, his father, Thrain, approached you and kissed your hands with great reverence. "You did me a great honor, Princess, to have agreed to become my wife," he said.

You wanted to escape, you wanted to scream and tell everyone that this had to be a mistake, but your father ordered the guards to escort you away and kept you under guard until next morning. Until your wedding.

You begged your father to change his mind, but he wouldn't listen. You even told him your secret, that Thorin was your One. Your father only doubled the guards at your tent. The needs of the Ironfist clan were more important than the heart of his daughter.

Thorin was drowning his sorrows in cheap brandy, in Dwalin's company. He knew he didn't have any choice. The war had to be won and the Longbeards needed the Ironfist support. But he had no heart to face you. He heard you agreed to this marriage and he believed you did as he asked, and forgot about your love and promises made years ago.

You don't remember much of the wedding, you were numb with grief. It was all a blur. You only remember Thorin's pale face as he officially welcomed you as his stepmother, together with his brother Frerin and their sister Dis.

Thrain, your new lord husband, the crown prince in exile, was a very thoughtful Dwarf and did everything he could to make your comfortable in your new home. He treated you with respect and promised you riches and jewels as soon as Khazad Dum was taken from the Orcs.

You couldn't stop thinking of Thorin. You would barely see him and you knew he was avoiding you, probably disgusted by what you did. You lost his love. There was no hope for you and yet you knew you would never stop loving him.

The war came. The joined armies of the seven clans marched off to fight with the Orcs in the Misty Mountains, along with your husband and your beloved Thorin.

On the evening before they left, you realized that it could be the last time you saw your One. Something broke inside you. You snuck out to Thorin's chambers. You needed to see him.

The door was slightly open. You heard female laughter and clinking of glass. You saw several Dwarves inside and a few women among them. Two of them sat on Thorin's lap, one of them was playing with his hair while the other one was kissing him passionately. You gasped and ran as quickly as you could, trying to forget what you saw, tears in your eyes.

"Wait!" someone shouted behind you. It was him. Your One. He was slurring slightly, but demanded to know why you had come. You barely could speak. You could only think about that red-haired woman kissing him the way you wanted to kiss him, envying her.

After some angry words were said, both of you masking your pain with wrath, you explained coldly that you wanted to wish him all the best and to give him a good luck charm to protect him from harm - a braid clasp you made yourself years ago. It was supposed to be your gift for him, you had planned to give it to him on the day of your wedding.

He didn't say a word, but he took the clasp from your hand. His fingers brushed against your skin, igniting the familiar fire inside you. That was all you both needed. He couldn't pretend any longer and took you in his arms, begging for forgiveness, whispering words of love, kissing every inch of your face, the face he adored so dearly. He assured you that he never stopped loving you, but seeing you every day was a torment he couldn't bear.

Tears of joy flew from your eyes as you kissed him back, telling him of your circumstances, of your father's deceit, and saying that you still held love for him in your heart. Those few stolen moments made you feel alive again.

Thorin's companions started looking for him and he had to leave. You shouldn't be seen together at such hour. But Thorin left with a lighter heart, knowing that you still loved him.

When he was leaving with the warriors in the morning, he looked back and your eyes met.

You haven't seen him for the next five years. The war was difficult and there were many casualties.

Finally he returned with a handful of warriors, their faces ashen and thinned, barely recognizable. King Thror had been killed, together with Frerin, and your husband had disappeared, most probably captured by the Orcs.

You walked him to his chambers and he asked you to stay with him, telling you about everything that happened, relieving the horrors of war. It was won, but Khazad Dum was lost.

You consoled Thorin as best as you could.

In the morning you woke up in Thorin's arms. You spent the whole night talking, seeking end offering solace, your cheeks still wet from crying for all the fallen warriors, for the always cheerful Frerin, and even for your missing husband whom you learned to respect and admire. It wasn't his fault that your heart belonged to Thorin and you hoped that Thrain was still among the living.

You never spoke about that night again.

As you were Thrain's wife, with the death of King Thror you received the customary title of the Queen, even if you didn't have any real power. People would come to you for help and you did everything you could to make their lives easier.

Thorin became king, in name only, as it was believed that his father was still alive, but it took Thorin months to return to his former self. You knew that he suffered battle nightmares and helped him fight them if you heard his screams in the middle of the night. But you had to be careful. The eyes of everyone were on you both now. You were his stepmother, after all. The wife of his missing father.

Your father was unhappy after having lost many warriors and money in the war. He wanted you to return home, but you declined, stating that you were still Thrain's wife and your duty was with the Longbeards.

Years passed and the Longbeards moved to the Blue Mountains and started a new life there.

You and Thorin grew closer, but never crossed the line. There were passionate looks exchanged, hands brushing accidentally against each other in passing, a stolen embrace or two, but it was all. His missing father cast a long shadow over you.

You both yearned for each other, your love burning in your hearts, but you refused to dishonour Thrain. You were his wife still, not his widow.

Thorin would often ride out to search for him, but to no avail.

After returning from one of such trips Thorin told you he met Gandalf and that he was going to reclaim Erebor.

Your restraints broke on the night before he left with a company of most trusted Dwarves. He was going to face the dragon.

You couldn't suffer any longer and went to Thorin's chambers only to meet him halfway to your chambers. He took you in his arms and carried you off to his bed.

You made sweet, passionate love with Thorin, your One, for the first time in your life, reaching peaks of immense pleasure several times that night. Nothing else was important that night: only your mutual love and your bodies joined into one.

Thorin left, leaving immense emptiness in your heart.

You haven't heard from him for many, many months.

A raven came, bringing news. Erebor was reclaimed, but Dis' sons were dead and Thorin was fighting for his life. The healers thought that he would join his sister-sons soon.

You've also read in the letter that Gandalf the Wizard had proof of Thrain's demise as he was with him in the last moments of his life.

You shed tears for your husband, but you had to travel to Erebor with Dis as fast as you could.

When you arrived at Erebor, Thorin was on his deathbed. His wounds were extensive and he was barely coherent. A healer whispered to you that Thorin was informed that you were to arrive. He was holding on to his life with the last shreds of his strength.

Thorin, your One, the Dwarf you loved wanted to see you before he left this life and moved on to the Halls of Awaiting. That was all that mattered to him. Just one glimpse of your beloved face before the light left his eyes for good.

You forbade yourself to cry and approached his bed, trying to smile. You took his hand in yours and spoke to him about your unwavering affection.

"Kiss me one last time, love of my life," Thorin whispered, his face pale as sheet.

You did as he asked and as your lips touched his a great light surrounded you. A tall person in a blue, cloaked hood appeared out of nowhere, approached you both and said: "Your time has not yet come, Thorin Oakenshield. Return to the living. The Enemy grows stronger and the Khazad, including you both, have an important role to play in the War that is to come. And you, the Widow Queen, know that if you decide to marry the one Aule has foreordained for you, Durin will be reborn once again in one of your children and he will be the one to reclaim Khazad Dum."

The mysterious figure, or perhaps vision, disappeared, leaving you speechless. You looked down at Thorin only to see him smile, his cheeks gaining color, his wounds closing as if touched by an invisible healing hand.

"Was that a dream, my love?" Thorin asked, still groggy after the effect of magic spells on his body. He pressed your hand to his lips in a loving gesture. "No, but it might feel like one now," you replied and placed a tender kiss on his lips. "Then I never wish to wake up," Thorin pressed his lips against yours.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

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[lyerra]

lately I've been travelling a lot. spending lots of time in trains and stuff and apparently it gets me thinking!!

so everyone please get ready for what no one asked for:

post canon Rita/Estelle headcanons

okay so like

this is mainly stuff I thought about why trying to come up with design ideas for them

which I did not

but I got a few pretty cool ideas that I think would be nice to share

Rita: okay maybe this one is strange idk? but I really see post canon Rita leaning into her more feminine side!!! why?

she likes cute things

she likes being called cute (by Estelle)

she literally lives with Estelle now and I think Estelle would defo get Rita to try cute clothes and accessories

I don't think this change would be too sudden because she'd probably be scared of people not taking her seriously, or worried that the clothes look "too cute for someone like her" but she'd eventually try it and it made her really happy... and with Estelle's support it would be easier as well!! The clothes would still be comfy and practical enough to fight in and do science in though

Yuri or Judith might tease her about it but Estelle would NOT let them and make them apologize lol

I also really like the idea of Rita growing her hair out and trying different hairstyles and stuff... like maybe she kept it short because it got in the way and it was a pain to take care of it properly but Estelle taught her simple and cute hairstyles to keep them out of the way

which leads us to another point! I think Rita living with Estelle in Halure actually forced her to do self care. Simple things like eating balanced meals, taking breaks, getting sleep at regular hours, seeing her friends, touching grass, getting a bit of sunlight, looking after her health... like if you think about it Rita is literally an orphan who lives alone and a workaholic. I don't think she knows how to take care of herself properly and doesn't like it because the time she spends doing these things is time she doesn't spend working

however Estelle is not having any of it and Rita finds out that she's much more effective in her work when she's well fed, well rested and overall not feeling like shit (and it's not like she can resist Estelle for long)

Estelle: Estelle would be pretty much the opposite. I think she would slowly let her more adventurous side take over and let Yuri's personality rub off on her just a tiiiiny little bit. Of course, she would also stand up for herself and become known for her bravery across the empire, not just her kindness, and maybe become a figure for the emancipation of women.

because Estelle seems to love novels with knights and princesses in it, consider this:

since obviously by this point we know Estelle doesn't have fantasies of dating a dashing knight or prince, what if she had a fantasy of being one?

(this idea is definitely not due to me having bi panic whenever I see Estelle in her theater costume btw!!! definitely NOT)

Sooooo prince aesthetic Estelle!! Boyish, but elegant clothes suited for following her best friends into whatever weird adventure they get into, something that won't make Yuri go "this doesn't suit you either" (not that we care about what he thinks, smh)... something with boots and pants but also a frilly shirt and pretty earrings... something heroic and handsome... *sighs*

at first I thought about her wearing her hair like her theater costume would be cool but then I thought that maybe it wouldn't go well with other outfits (I don't see Estelle entirely giving up on girly outfits either) so maybe longer hair that could be pulled into a low ponytail or a braid in a way that's very gender

ANYWAYS these are my thoughts. yeah

[sweetestlamb]

No Limits

Summary: Today's episode but minus the lies and with extra sexual tension but it gets resolved, somewhat.

Author's note: Today's episode called me a 🤡 too so in between writing my update for BMTL I wrote this drabble to ease my pain I love that the show keeps teasing us I really do it's delicious but I just wanted them to kiss sooooo badly today so here we go! I could keep going if people like 👀👀👀

P.s. Can an Italian tell me what exactly Vinny said to her in episode 3? Netflix says it was stupid idiot but that's stupida idiota and that doesn't sound like what he said to her in the clip. Help a writer out 🥺

She doesn't know if her father would be proud of her, or what she's been doing after turning away from Babel and reforming into a "good guy", it's borderline sanctimonious to consider herself a hero when she had spent most of the night torturing people. The ominous sound of toxic gas flooding the car still swooshes in her head, there was a moment when she'd truly considered going through with it.

Committing murder.

And he hadn't moved a single muscle to stop her, hadn't even uttered her name to pull her back in on the straight and narrow path to righteousness. In the end that had been enough to stop her, he trusted her enough to make the right decision. Every fiber of her being wanted to snuff out their lives the same way they had done to those innocent suffering families, but it was a line she couldn't return from. She should save it for a special occasion, they weren't worth tainting her soul. But there was someone else who was, Babo.

When the opportunity came, she wouldn't hesitate. Her father would have to look away because she wouldn't be stopping that time.

Before she realizes it they are outside her house, her late father's house and he's telling her good night. She'd ran out of excuses to keep sleeping at his apartment. Wanting to see him first thing when she woke up wasn't a reason she could say out loud to him, at least not sober. She was no longer scared of bumps in the night, being alone seemed more terrifying now.

"Drink with me." She whispers instead, falling back on a tried and true plan. They have become regular drinking buddies, using alcohol to cope and detach from the heinous things they see and do daily.

He looks over at her, wistful and searching before nodding solemnly. He unbuckles his belt and slides out of the car, though it is marginal she can see the hesitation in his movement and the night catches up with her. The blood is soaked into the pristine white of his collar, she recalls the hollow feeling in her chest when he didn't answer her calls and she was left with her torturous imagination. His possible death making desperate tears fall despite promising herself she wouldn't cry again.

She makes her way to the bathroom as soon as she enters the eerily quiet space, noticing the way Vincenzo peeks around the corner always on guard and she's thankful for his presence. With him, she's safe.

Pulling open her medicine cabinet she collects packets of gauze, a small bottle of antiseptic alcohol and a bandage, holding the small bundle in her arms before walking back to the living room. She finds him staring at the embarrassing photos of herself that her father had hung on the walls, she couldn't bring herself to take them down. There was so little of her father left.

"Don't let the hair fool you, I was still a heartbreaker back then. I had boys chasing after me." She lies with a smile and when he turns to look at her with those huge eyes she pauses mid step, his eyes survey her face in a distracting sweep before he smirks and walks away.

Maybe summer has come early, that would explain the sudden overwhelming heat that curls around her.

Shaking herself from her daze she calls out to him, "Hey! Come here before you bleed to death. I don't want the mafia coming after me."

The look on his face is his patent I'm going to refuse because I'm a pouty baby look and she intercepts it as she has become custom to doing, grabbing his hand and yanking him over to the kitchen table. For someone so intelligent he still hasn't learned that his refusals are futile around her.

"I'm fine. It's a shallow wound, it'll stop on its own." He argues and she wonders how many other times he has simply left a wound to fester and painfully heal on its own, was that his penance?

She shakes her head, "Why suffer when I can help you? Stop being so stubborn you're reminding me of a certain patient who you love scolding." He grows chillingly still at her words, and again a thought tingles in her mind that there's something she's missing but she presses it aside and pushes him down into the seat.

He doesn't put up a fight, going a little too easily.

"Open your shirt."

He stares at a point on the wall across the room, not responding to her command at all at first and then he looks up at her with dark eyes. She swallows deeply, raising a single brow.

When he continues to look at her without obeying her instructions she grows impatient, repeating herself, "Come on open your shirt I need to clean the wound."

Still he doesn't react and she carelessly tosses the supplies on the table, reaching out with steady fingers to unbutton his starched white shirt. He discarded the jacket earlier, so there are less layers obstructing her way. His face is unreadable as she grabs the smooth button and slips it through the hole, she gets two buttons undone before reaching the center of his chest and as if jolting back to life he suddenly grabs her hand halting her movement.

She stares at him in question, hands still on the button before he sighs at her, "I can do it myself." There's a tightness in his jaw that she can't explain and she has to stomp out the desire to run a finger across that sharp jawline.

"Okay. You do it."

Looking away she tries to give him some space but the sounds of him undressing capture her full attention and she feels her eyes shifting back captivated by the fluid motion of those dangerous hands. Knowing what they are capable of does nothing to douse the fire under her skin. Frustratedly he has a thin white shirt under the dress shirt and she can only faintly see his toned body through the material. She stares harder willing herself to develop x-ray vision, unfortunately those powers do no manifest.

"Surely I don't need to get shirtless right?" He inquires with a smug air and she glares at him, they've been playing this game for a while now. Longer than two adults should be as far as she's concerned.

In lieu of responding she picks up a fluffy cotton ball and saturates it in alcohol before dabbing at the blood on the nape of his neck, as she swipes higher he hisses at the sting and she remembers what her father would do for her when she was young and had scraped her knee. Leaning over his shoulder she puckers her lips and blows, cooling the burn.

She continues this until the cotton is soaked from the dried blood and alcohol and blowing one final time she draws back, this time she feels smugness simmering in her belly. His eyes are blown and pointedly looking away from her, she notices his tight knuckle grip on the seat of the chair as well.

"I'm all done." She announces moving away walking to the small garbage in the corner of the room. His breaths are loud in the quiet of the room, her heart echoes in tandem. Taking a deep breath she speaks without turning around, "You remember where the clothes are right? Get changed so we can drink."

She moves to the fridge to take out the platters of food they had purchased at the market earlier and the bottles of makgeolli, it was that kind of night.

He looks soft and harmless when he comes back out in a large knit sweater, without gel his hair flops across his smooth forehead and she's still not used to this sight, there's a level of domesticity that she's never had with another person. A man.

"I'll go change too." She whispers sidestepping around him, her hands brushing against his.

It's easy to get lost in their escape, slamming back gulp after gulp of the strong cloudy rice wine until her thoughts start to blur and she doesn't know what she's saying out loud and what's only privy to her brain.

When she hears herself monologuing her thoughts as she had ran into his arms in the underpass all she can do is scream internally, she can blame the alcohol but only for lowering her inhibitions really, it hadn't manifested the thoughts.

He looks stricken and oddly amused by her musings until she tells him to get up. That smile is wiped clean off his handsome face.

"I need to test it. Come on stand up." His reluctance is noted but unable to deny her once more he stands, a long suffering look on his face.

She tells him her plan, it sounds crazy even to her but for some reason he doesn't refuse or question her at all. Agreeing to all her stipulations and she's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially not an Italian stallion.

Ten seconds.

That should be enough to hold her over tonight after he leaves her alone. If she can't lay beside him she needs a tiny piece of him.

Taking a running start she dashes across the small distance, slamming into his hard chest enjoying the juxtaposition of his solid body through the soft sweater. He smells amazing, even without his clothes that expensive cologne still lingers on his skin and she nuzzles into his shoulder. Curling her arm around his body she drags him tighter against her chest, her nipples pebbling with the close contact.

It's been longer than ten seconds and she knows she should stop.

But she really really doesn't want to.

Twisting onto his other side she prepares to let go, already regretting it but her sober thoughts are now pushing to the surface and she realizes what this looks like. Peering up at his face she expects to see that unreadable face again, he's annoyingly good at hiding his true emotions it makes her second this all the time.

Her insides churn when she sees the very face she expected. So she detaches and takes a step back prepared to dismiss this whole ordeal, the words denying her feelings for him already on her tongue when the biting sound of wood scraping against the floor fills the room. Jumping a little at the noise she glances over to the direction of the sound and sees his hands holding the chair in a punishing grip. He immediately releases the object at her glance but it's too late, she's already connected the pieces.

"You're holding back." She confidently states stepping back into the space she'd only just abandoned.

She doesn't ask why, that much is all too obvious.

I didn't want you to get hurt.

Being with him will put her in danger she's seen enough mafia movies to know that friends and love ones are always the first to be taken as leverage. So he'd decided all on his own that this, couldn't be and she was better off without him.

"Stupid idiot." She tries her best to repeat those explosive words with the same emphasis he's used when he had spat her in face not too long ago, watching with satisfaction as surprise shrouds his face as the Italian glides off her tongue. She'd been practicing for a while now, mostly curses words.

Fanculo, was still a favorite. What a fun way to say fuck.

She doesn't give him a chance to question her sudden switch in languages, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer, even more so than the hug they'd just shared.

"We're supposed to share everything, even passion." She boldly declares watching with fascination as he still tries to hold on to his semblance of control, the chair squeaks loudly under his hold and she lunges forward putting them both out of their misery.

It feels like coming home.

If your home was a sauna built on an active volcano.

Unlike their hug earlier this time there's no hesitation as soon as her lips touch his liquor moist ones he's already opening up and devouring her tongue. His immediate response makes her hungry for more, peeling his lips open with her teeth she sucks the remnants of the wine from his mouth, eagerly lapping and searching for more. He grunts at the rough treatment but doesn't back off, rather he sinks those capable hands into the depths of her hair caressing her scalp as he tugs at her head, tilting her to the right and moving instantly to the left slotting them even closer together.

The sound of their kissing is messy and loud, echoing in the still of the night.

She breaks apart with sloppy pop, gasping for air and his flushed red face greets her looking every bit as wrecked as she feels.

"Already regretting it?" He teases with an edge that's a bit too real and she yanks him forward, pressing him down into the chair and crawling onto his lap, legs straddling his thighs and their cores meeting through torturous layers. She's burning hot and moist where he's aching hard and rigid.

"Regretting waiting this long." She replies in a clear challenge waiting to see what he'll do.

"We shouldn't do this, partners is enough. You're already in enough danger as is, if they find out that we're..."

He trails off unable to finish the sentence but his clenched jaw speaks volumes. She chuckles coyly from her spot in his lap.

"What? What are we doing? What do you wish we were doing Mr. Vincenzo Cassano? Fucking? " She grinds down into his groin simultaneously and instantly he grips her hips, halting her movement with a bruising hold.

"You're playing with fire." He warns her, she can hear the metallic click of his ever present lighter at his words.

She should be scared of him, he was a world apart from what she was used to even when she'd been working with Babel, manipulation and bribery those things she could do without batting an eye but murder and torture? She'd had never done anything like this before, never. Not until this Italian Korean enigma had walked into her life and shaken it up like a margarita in a mixer. Was she making the right decision? She had no idea, right and wrong had become blurred a long time ago for her. All she knew was that the idea of not kissing him for another second made her want to pull her own hair out.

"I trust you not to burn me up. Too badly."

His eyes flash dangerously at her words and this time he's the one to initiate this kiss, cupping her head gently and dragging her into a sweeter embrace, a simmering heat now licking at her skin. She moans softly as he slips a wet tongue into her mouth, stroking at her back before pushing his hands up the back of her shirt, his hands are sweltering hot on her naked skin and she arches at the rough touch. They kiss languidly breaking apart only to come back together, each kiss wetter and more mind numbing than the last. With soft suckles to her bottom lip he pulls away, she stares at his soft smile as she chases after his retreating lips. Not ready to stop yet. She won't be ready for a long time.

He glowers at her and she waits impatiently for his next move, with strong arms he lowers her onto the table dishes clanging as he shoves them to the side laying her down like she's his last meal. She expels a loud breath allowing herself to be placed on the table, gasping as he stands looming over her.

"I'm the one in the mafia so why am I terrified of you?" He whispers too honestly, looking devastated as he stares at her helplessly all too ready to bolt.

"You don't want to get hurt."

He stares at her with liquid eyes emotions all but spilled across his face, with a whimper he closes the distance between them once more with her guiding hand on his back, this time they meet in the middle surrendering to the flames.

[fumikomiyasaki]

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together (This seems like it would be right up Flynn’s alley and Rose just so happens to like costume parties sooooo…)

Masterlist of Memes

Close to the evening Rose got a quick message from Flynn if they have time... however before they could respond Flynn was already before their window with a smile... spotting a dashing outfit that makes him look as fancy as usual... he knocked if he could get in and bowed.

"Beautiful Rose... I am here to swoop you away to join me in a party... of course only with your agreement." He took their hand and kissed it lightly...

"But I don't have anything to wear..."

"I do have some costumes from my dormitory with me." He lend them a suitcase and smirked turning around....

"Don't worry I won't look. I do have a mask for you too."

In the end Rose changed and Flynn carried them out of the room from the rooftop down... just to get to a car and too the costume party... mainly compared to the wacky costumes of everyone... they both looked pretty handsome and dashy together... Flynn softly took their hands for a dance... keeping them close.

"Why did you invite me of all people?"

"You got me curious... as well as... I wanted to make up for getting you into trouble last time..."

Rose smiled at him and continued to sway with his dance... it became quite a memorable night for them... as Flynn also left them after back at their dorm with a Rose as gift and a faded touch on their face...

He really was something...