#this will probably flop but we are all about vibes here

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Kill My Vibe

Title: Don’t Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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It wasn’t the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, “I told you so," you didn’t want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.

And yet again, you think to yourself, ‘Fuck Lois Lane’.

When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.

You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.

You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “Oh wow” occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick, and Clark wasn’t stupid.

His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, “I know you’ve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know I’ve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.” 

“I have a feeling there’s another thing you haven’t tried either, but whatever,” you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. “Fine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.”

So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.

“First things first,” you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. “Now, watch what I do. I’m going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?”

Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale. 

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clark’s voice breaking through your haze: “Everything good?”

Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. You’ve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him. 

He’s polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and ‘promise ring’ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil! 

Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.

Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.

“That was fun,” he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.

“It gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,” you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.

You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.

Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boy’s mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.

“I don’t think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?” he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.

It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesn’t slouch even a little. He also certainly doesn’t fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.

“You’ll feel it sooner than you think,” you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.

Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. “But it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. I…,” he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.

“What?” you question when you realize he stops talking.

“Nothing. I just… I think I’m high,” he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.

“Besides being high, can you describe how you feel?” You press, wanting to know just how high he is.

“I feel lighter. Clear…er? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,” he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. “Is this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,” he wonders aloud, looking up at you.

That’s when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time. 

1. Clark is single. 

2. Clark is literally in your lap.

3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, “Yeah, of course it’s ok.” You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy. 

“You are the best,” he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.

“This cool?” you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.

As if the groan from the back of his throat wasn’t enough, he voices his satisfaction. “More than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.”

Oh, the importance of phrasing.

This man is not going to make it easy on you.

You’re explaining to Clark about that episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountant’s office. “So, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,” you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clark’s head, which is still very much in your lap.

An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor. 

“Shit!” he cries from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Clark! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.

“Hey, hey. It’s cool, I’m fine,” he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, “Are you ok?”

Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-

One second, you’re staring at his smile; the next second, you’re attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands. 

His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, that’s how it feels.

Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.

“Unless you are about to tell me you don’t want this, please just kiss me again,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what’s more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.”

Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clark’s demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.

He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.

Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it. 

You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You don’t have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, “Now that is a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.

Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,” he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.

With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.

But this isn’t just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.

You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time. 

Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clark’s grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,” he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.

Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.

“Good girl! That’s it. Fucking come for me, just like that,” he encourages. “Oh, shit. I’m right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.

Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.

Clark’s hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“You hungry?” you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

“Good. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?” you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.

“Sounds perfect,” he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.

Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.

With the way Clark is looking at you, there’s not much to talk about anyway. 

🍃The End🍃

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Things Kids At Work Say That Sully Kids Also Would Say (snapchat edition):

For all intents and purposes imagine Jake is me in all of these and every one of them is sent to Norm (except the one about Norm is sent to Max). Ao’nung makes a bonus appearance once. Some are human AU some are more in a canon vibe.

[haddonfieldwhore]

like crazy - vince dunn

vince dunn x gn!reader

summary: after a much needed win, vince is in a good mood while you spend some time enjoying LA

warnings: none i think, just fluff 🩵

word count: 1.3k vibe playlist 🎧✨🌴

you breathed a sigh of relief as you starfished onto your back onto the soft hotel bed. you felt a weight on top of you as vince’s arms circled your waist, his head resting on your stomach as he used you as a pillow. you giggled as his hands tickled up your back, rolling the two of you over to lay side by side, facing eachother. it seemed like the smile hadn’t left his face since the kraken won their game, a rematch of their loss last week against the kings.

“what are our plans for your day off tomorrow?” you asked, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hands up in the air as he laughed. you loved him like this; a carefree mood that came to him only after a win, or when he was with you.

“i don’t know. probably enjoying the nice weather and doing some shopping? what do you think?” he asked.

“sure, that sounds good to me. maybe we could go to the pool tomorrow, too?” you suggested, remembering how pretty the pool you had seen earlier on the roof had looked. a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and there was a playful sparkle in his eyes. “uh oh, what is that look?” you asked, knowing he had an idea in his head.

“we could go to the pool now,” he suggested.

“it closed at 10,” you sighed, looking at the clock that told you it was already after midnight.

“so?” he smiled, and you gave him a look as if to say ‘absolutely not’.

“do you know how much trouble we would get in if-“

“if we get caught. which we won’t,” he promised, and you couldn’t say no.

“okay, fine,” you agreed, and he nearly tackled you in a hug as he rolled on top of you, the two of you a pile of tangled limbs and giggles.

•

the two of you walked hand in hand down the hallway, your bathing suits hidden by normal clothes, and you silently hoped there would be towels by the pool. the elevator surprisingly took you straight up to the rooftop with no issue, despite the pool supposedly being closed. even more surprising was the fact that there was no lock on the gate, and no security. you half wondered if vince had paid the hotel to leave it unattended, but you decided you would ask him about it later; or maybe you wouldn’t bother.

vince kicked off his flip flops and pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto one of many empty lounge chairs surrounding the turquoise water. you walked over to a little counter area and grabbed a few towels, relieved that you wouldn’t have to drip dry all the way back to your room. getting undressed down to your bathing suit, you felt vince’s hand wrap around your wrist. a squeal left you lips as he jumped into the deep end of the pool, pulling you in after him.

you surfaced from under the warm water, wiping your eyes as you stared at him, a huge grin on his face as he brushed his curls off his forehead. you splashed him, and he laughed as you continued to throw water at him.

“vin!”

“i’m sorry! come here,” he said, and you shook your head stubbornly as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight so you could splash him anymore. “still love me?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, unable to stay mad at him when he was being so cute.

“fine, only if you give me a kiss,” you pouted, and he pulled you against him until you wrapped your legs around his waist. your mouths met in a kiss filled with laughter, your fingers tangled in his hair as the water lapped at your skin.

“the stars are really pretty,” he said, his head tilted back as he stared up at the night sky above you. you however, were too busy staring at him; the small dusting of freckles across his nose, the slightly upturned corner of his lips, the crinkles by his eyes. you admired the water droplets stuck to his long eyelashes, and of course, that one damn curl that always fell perfectly on his forehead.

“you’re pretty,” you countered, and he lowered his head to meet your eyes. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” he smiled.

“i mean it though, you’re like really pretty. it’s kind of unfair-“ he interrupted you with a kiss, and you smiled against his lips, his hands sliding up your back, caressing every inch of your bare skin.

“yeah, well you’re not so bad yourself, he grinned, bumping his nose against yours gently. “all the stars and lights of the city and i’d look at you instead everytime.”

you stared back at him in awe, so hopelessly in love as you tried to find someway to respond to something as sweet as that.

“you’re gonna make me cry,” you pushed his shoulder softly, and he smiled again, and you decided it was your favourite sight in the world.

“put your head under the water and no one will know-“ you cut him off with a splash as the two of you fell into a fit of laughter, and he dropped down under the water, dragging you beneath the surface with him. you coughed slightly as you got your head back above water, your stomach beginning to ache from giggling so much.

“should we call the guys to come hang out with us?” you suggested, knowing that they’d probably enjoy a swim in the pool after a winning game.

“sure, i’ll text the group,” he swam over to the edge, and you watched his muscles flex beneath his damp skin as he climbed out of the pool. “you’re drooling,” he teased, and you flipped him the middle finger as he sat on the lounge chair and pulled out his phone, typing a quick invite to the guys. he looked up to see you had turned away from him, looking out at los angeles as the lights reflected off the water. he snapped a picture with his phone to capture the beauty of the scene, setting it as his lockscreen before reading the few replies he had gotten from the group chat.

it wasn’t long before a few of the kraken players found their way up to the pool area, some of the others having already gone to bed, and some of them deciding not to risk getting caught. it was mostly the younger players that had decided to join you, including tye, kailer, ryker, and brandon.

vince followed the guys into the pool, and you covered your face to protect from the splash as tye canon balled into the water next to you.

“dude, we’re supposed to be sneaky, remember?” vince laughed as he splashed water in his direction, tye pushing you in front of him to use your body as a shield.

“we can just hide under the water if someone comes up here,” kailer suggested, and you all failed to contain your laughter, definitely being way too loud.

“we’ll just say it was the rookies idea,” tanev teased, playfully headlocking ryker, who looked a little nervous that he was being serious.

“it’d be way more believable to say it was your idea, turbo,” you argued, and the others agreed, tanev holding his hands up in surrender.

“alright, alright, make the guy who scored a goal take the blame, i see how it is.”

the splashing and giggling continued into the early hours of the morning, until all of your fingers and toes began to turn wrinkly from the water, and the air started to get colder. but it didn’t matter, right now you were surrounded by the people you loved, and up so high above the city, you felt like you were on top of the world.

yeah, you definitely loved when the kraken won, you decided.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[sarahs-secrets2]

She (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

MINORS DNI 18+

based on She by Harry Styles

fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, daddy vibes? , phillip is cheating on his wife with reader, pet names, reader is homewrecker (sorry)

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Phillip sat in his big office staring out the panoramic windows. His head buzzed as he twisted the wedding ring around his finger. The office chair squeaked as he leaned back in it, images of you tangled up in his sheets clouded his train of thought. The red lacy lingerie was permanently ingrained into his memory. From the way it hugged your figure, to how it felt to tear it off. He fully slipped the gold band off, heavily examining it. The knock at the door pulled Phillip back down from his daydreams as he quickly slipped the wedding ring back onto his finger. 

“Come in,” he coughed, adjusting in the creaky chair trying to look as normal as possible. His secretary stepped in cautiously as she clutched her notepad. 

“You have a call on line 3 sir, they said it was important,” 

Phillip leaned back in the chair as he rubbed his temple, he had a feeling of who it could be. “Yeah, I know who it is, thanks,” he pulled himself forward from the worn leather chair before stopping his secretary just as she was about to leave, “Mind grabbin’ me a coffee doll? ‘Preciate it,” he thanked her before even getting an answer and winked as she scurried off to get him his coffee. 

A heavy exhale escaped Phillip’s lips as he picked up the phone.

“Phillip,” your voice flowed through the speaker held closely to Graves’ ear.

“Darlin’, whaddya doin’ callin’ me here? I thought we agreed on no calls at work?”

“I just couldn't help it,” you paused waiting to see what he would say but he was silent, “Don't be mad,”

Graves could almost feel your pouting through the phone. His thoughts trailed off as your voice became background noise. All he could think of was how pretty you probably looked right now, lying back on a bed while you talked to him. He hoped your hand was finding its way down between your thighs just to get off on his voice. He hoped you were in lingerie or even better the shirt he had “accidentally” left at your place last night. His dick was throbbing in his pants pushing against the seams at the idea. 

“Are you there?” 

You heard him clear his throat, “Why’d you call?”

“I missed your voice,”

“That so doll?”

“Mhm,” you hummed out, “When can I see you again?”

“Oh hell, I’m not sure,” It was silent as he thought, “I don’t want anyone gettin’ suspicious of me now, I’ll let you know when we can meet again, that sound alright?” 

His voice was low as he spoke, sending a chill down your spine. You need him just as badly as he needed you. “That sounds perfect,” you spoke slowly, “I’ll see you soon sir,” 

“Talk soon darlin’,” the phone clicked, ending the call. 

Graves dropped the phone back on the receiver before dropping his head in his hands. The timing couldn't be more perfect as his secretary knocked before marching in with the coffee, “Here you go sir,” she quickly set the cup down before scurrying out of the office. He spit out a quick ‘thanks’ before refreshing his computer in an attempt to actually get work done today. 

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Graves hopped out of his car and unlocked the front door. As quietly as he tried to sneak in, his wife still was able to hear the faint sound of the door shutting. 

“Phillip? Is that you?” she wiped her hands on her apron and peeked around the corner, “Dinner will be ready soon honey,” she smiled sweetly as she went back to the kitchen. 

“Thanks, I’ll be right there,” he shouted down the hall as he trudged up the stairs with his briefcase. Once he reached his bedroom he tossed the bag on the floor and flopped down on the foot of the bed. 

One hand loosened the tie around his neck while the other scrolled through his texts searching for your name. Fully removing his tie now, he typed out a message hoping you would answer before he had to go eat the meal his wife just cooked. 

Need to see you tonight

He stroked his jaw as he waited for a response, finally a text bubble appeared.

Same spot as usual? 

Phillip Graves liked your message 

“Phillip come eat,” the voice from downstairs almost made him jump as he quickly deleted the text convo and slipped his phone back into his pocket. 

“Comin’,”

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“I’m comin’,” his breath hitched as he continued to rut into you, his pace quickened as he felt you clench around him. “Fuckkk,”

“Oh my god Phillip,” a wave of ecstasy flooded over you as Graves pushed through both of your highs. He pulled out rolling over next to you in a wave of exhaustion, both of you panting heavily trying to catch your breaths. 

A couple of minutes passed before you finally spoke up, “I’m glad you texted me,” you shuffled in the bed as you turned to face him, propping yourself up with your elbow. 

Graves was laying on his back staring at the ceiling, his hands tucked behind his head. “M’glad too,”

“You’re not scared of getting caught, are you?

He extended one of his arms, wrapping it around your shoulder and pulling you closer to lay on his bare chest. “I don't want to think about that right now doll,” his voice was hushed as he closed his eyes, he gave your shoulder a small squeeze as you could feel yourself drifting off laying on his chest. 

Morning came fast. The sun broke through the hotel curtains, as you woke up you rolled over in bed looking for Phillip.

Gone.

Typical, especially considering your relationship. He never was there in the morning, he had a wife and kids at home. You reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone and began skimming through your texts.

Had to head out sorry, gift for you on the counter. Wear it next time I see you. 

You swung your feet off the bed and walked over to the counter finding the Victoria's Secret bag. Tossing the tissue on the floor you pulled out a scarlet red lingerie set, he always liked you in red. You smiled to yourself as you sauntered into the bathroom to try it on, making sure to grab your phone… just in case.

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“Have a good day guys,” Phillip shouted out the window as his kids ran into the school. Just as he was about to pull away his phone dinged.

Thanks for the gift x 

Hope you’re able to see it in person soon: Attachment 1 img.

His head fell back as he stared at the photo on his phone. It was only 9 in the morning and he was itching to see you again. Graves tried to think of a way to respond but couldn't, he was too dizzy from the feeling of all the blood rushing to his dick. 

Taking a big swig of coffee he headed to his office hoping that the work that awaited him would somehow be able to distract him from you. Little did he know that you now lived in his daydreams and it would only get stronger from here. 

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did you guys see how i made it loop hehe

[i-cant-sing]

Whispers in your ear like a devil on your shoulder: you should make the Miguel O'Hara scenarios. Think of the hot dad energy he would emanate :))))))

Jokes aside, it is truly up to you what to write and I would always read it, but I am begging on my hands and knees for you to tell us the platonic yandere Miguel O'Hara scenarios you have thought of.

Nooo stooopppp girll- *puts on Miguel's theme music in the background* ahh shit here we go.

Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara as a dad:

Okay, so im just gonna word vomit here and yall make sense of it, but like the first thing that comes to mind when I think about yandere dad Miguel is that him kidnapping daughter reader from a universe where he doesn't exist, so he's technically not breaking canon or whatever and really, it doesnt even matter if you're his bio kid or not, like u could be a literal random civilian but if he is drawn to u, then he is. And while some of yall say "oh come on, Miguel cant be like that. He doesn't make careless/thoughtless decisions like that" I'm sorry, but is this not the same person who had the nerve to step in as his dead self from an AU and sleep with his parallel universe's wife and father someone else's kid??? Granted, they did end up dying but really, the only difference between that decision and this decision to kidnap u is to make sure that u don't end up dyingggg.

Moving on, he kidnaps u, makes up some bs about your life being in danger and blah blah blah, you HAVE to stay by his side, okay??? And at first, reader is like "umm okay?" because who tf wouldnt agree with SPIDERMAN??? (especially one who looks like Miguel? he is already giving dad vibes)

And the thing with Miguel is that he super protective (because PTSD) and he's possessive too, so the only person you're allowed to hang out with is Mayday (she is the cutest, i would die to have a kid like her ngl) because he doesnt see her as a threat (someone who could take u away from him). ABSOLUTELY NO CONTACT with Miles (because he hates that kid, pain in his ass/bane of his existence) and pretty much all other spiderpersons as well because all of them are sarcastic and he does not need them rubbing off on u. The only other person he would trust u with is Peter B, probably when Miguel needs a babysitter (because u learned to mess with his tech-typy-locks and traps, so u need an actual person to keep eyes on u. curse the universe for u being smart like ur papa), and the biggest reason he does trust peter with u is because since peter is a father himself, he would definitely know that while miguel's methods are wrong, in his own way, he is protecting u, and peter b knows that he would do absolutely anything to keep his daughter safe too. Also- since peter has mayday, if he were to actually take u away from Miguel, then Miguel would 10000% kidnap mayday and use her against peter too until he inevitably has to return u to him.

Now Miguel is emotionally crippled due to his trauma, so he's not great at expressing his feelings, at least not when you're awake. When you're asleep, maybe his eyes turn a little softer, maybe he cups your cheek, some guilt and sadness swirling in his eyes when he sees your tear stained cheek (because u missed ur family. or maybe u got told off by Miguel in front of everyone), presses a soft kiss to your forehead and mumbles something in spanish ("you will understand in due time, mi hija.") Definitely has cameras in your room, so he looks at you through the screen and sighs when u flop on the bed and stuff your head in the pillow and start crying, heart slightly heavy with guilt.

Except from interacting with others and leaving the spider society/his apartment (idk where he lives), every need of yours is pretty much taken care of IF you follow his rules. If you behave, u get everything. If u yell at him, try to break out of his place etc, privileges are revoked and BAM, you are now confined to your room with no access to entertainment or any of your hobbies he allowed u to have. Those novels u liked to read? Too bad, they get thrown in the fireplace. Gaming console? Broken in his hands. Liked to cook/bake? No access to kitchen because u are now locked in your room.

Miguel has one important rule- you MUST obey him, under all circumstances, no questions asked. If he tells you to go to your room, honey go before his eyes turn sharp and he has to manhandle you. If he tells you to eat dinner with him, you need to eat food even if you are full. And if he's forbidden you from going to the locked room in his place that's full of info on you and your old fam, then its best for everyone for u to obey.

Now, while Miguel does have trouble expressing emotions (i mean, the most affection he's shown is head pats and if u are really really sad, then yes, smooches on the forehead.) but he has no trouble expressing anger and rage. If u mess up real bad, in the sense where u disobey him and end up hurting yourself (no matter to what degree), GIRL HE IS SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF AT YOU (like the scene from the movie where he's yelling at miles). I mean, he's so mad, he legit picks you up and hauls you to your room, where he's yelling at u even more, using the terms "child" "kid" and patronising tone because you may think you're a grown up (u might even be) but he will ALWAYS view u as a kid- THE KID he lost, the child he promised to protect and somehow get redemption, or at the very least, fill the empty hole in his heart.

And since nobody thought to inform me that my man Miguel is a literal VAMPIRE and that his fangs are not just for show to attract all kinds of viewrs, we gonna talk about that as well. Does he use them on reader when she finds out that Miguel actually fucking murdered her real fam (maybe not directly kill them, because he is a hero after all. Maybe in the sense that he knew they were gonna die, you would too unless he took u away, he just didnt bother calculating the repercussions if he did indeed save your family.) and reader is now hyperventilating and trying to claw her way out of his arms but muscled arms only pull u tighter against his chest and he just bites ur neck to let the venom paralyse you long enough for him to not only offer an explanation for his actions, but also put a tracker in you and chain u to your bed.

Does Miguel's heart absolutely shatter at your body wracking sobs and distressed state as you realise you have lost your family? Yes. Does he apologise? Never. Does he like seeing you in pain? NO. Will he cause you even more pain? ...yes, if circumstances change.

Hurting you is the last the thing he's do, but its still something he would do. He wont enjoy it, but if u messed up real bad (escaped and endangered yourself) then Miguel, with a very heavy heart will snap your ankles and limit your ability to walk for months (if not for life). This is one of his harshest punishments, and punishments are immeadiately followed with comfort, so Miguel does put your fractured bones in a cast and wipes the tears from his eyes, shushing you gently as he softly explains why he did what he did, how you dont need to worry about anything because since you took your punishment so well, Miguel will help you (he will carry you around everywhere), and maybe if you're in too much pain, he may give you some drugs(or even his venom) to put you to sleep right away.

He has lost too much, too many times. His wounds are deep and still fresh, he is not taking any chances... especially not with you.

okay thats all i have for now(its a lie, i just need to pee) but feel free to send in ur asks/thoughts/scenarios.

[hockeymenarehot]

Hiiiii your fics that I have read so far are literally AMAZING. Ngl your my new fav author on here my goodness those stories were making my stomach turn.

Could you please do a Tom Kaulitz 2007 smut, him and reader have to share a room unwillingly. The reader starts playing with his hair and he is low-key into it 😋 You take it from there queen because you are so creative it’s crazy.

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😘😘

"One Bed". Feat. Tom Kaulitz

YES! of course i can do this! i'm glad you enjoy my writing! i also kind of tweaked this a bit to go with another request for an enemies to lovers vibe w/ tom...honestly i love the one bed trope!! (sorry, this is coming out later than intended!!)

summary: not too long ago, you caught your (ex) boyfriend Tom at the bar with another woman. you were pretty pissed, and you still are. but you two agreed to travel together to see a mutual friend as long as you stay separated. however, you did not anticipate the room shortage...

warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, hotel sex, p in v, unprotected, slight edging, overstimulation, use of toys, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), praise, kinda mean Tom, he's sweet sometimes though?, cervix fucking, spanking, squirting, pretty much brat taming, creampie, you think he cheated but he didn't

"What the hell do you mean there's not enough rooms?! I paid for two!" your patience was wearing thin with the poor desk attendant who claimed there was a "room shortage for the holidays". Bullshit. "Ma'am, I've already explained this to you. We overbook expecting some cancelations. It's better for business this way." The woman at the desk was making sure to keep her distance from you. Your stance looked like you were about to leap over the desk and pounce on her at any second now. "Good for business-!?" You were cut short by none other than Tom Kaulitz, your cheating ex-boyfriend, lightly grasping your arm, afraid that if he put too much pressure you might seriously swing at him. You gave him the nastiest glare, he swore it pierced his soul. "Hey, there's no use in yelling at this poor lady. Let's just go to our room. It'll only be a night. I can sleep on the floor." He spoke in a gentle tone, this managed to ease your nerves a bit. You removed your sprawled hands from the desk, giving the desk attendant one final glare. You were also not too thrilled that he took her side. You grabbed your key and made your way to the elevator, Tom trailing behind.

You and Tom hadn't spoken a word since getting to your room. It truly was a small, one bed hotel room. Right when you set your bag down on the (quite hard) couch, you flopped down onto it with a exaggerated groan. "Okay I think you need to calm down. I get it, you would rather not be doing this. But can't you take a day to-" You quickly cut him off, still angry with him. You were angry he had the nerve to tell you of all to "calm down". This made your anger bubble back up. "Calm down? Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when you're here? How am I supposes to calm down after what you did to me!? I don't want to fucking hear it from you. Go back downstairs and sleep with the little hotel girl from earlier since you like to take her side so much. Not that you ever took my side." Okay, admittedly you were being pretty petty, but you didn't care. Not when the events that transpired were so recent. About 1 month ago you caught Tom at a bar giggling with another girl because apparently he hadn't realized that's the bar you were having your girls night at. You screamed at him, threw a drink at his face, and hadn't spoken to him since. Tom stared at you for a second, he was trying to let you be angry at him. Because truthfully, he shouldn't have been so sneaky when he honestly wasn't doing anything wrong. He was at that bar to catch up with his brothers wife, but mentioning that fact would probably make you begin to spiral even more. He really didn't want another drink in his face. So, for now he decided to let you scream and yell at him all you wanted, even if the words you spoke couldn't be farther from the truth.

It had been about 5 minutes of you yelling, and you were now laying on the bed quite literally sobbing your little heart out. You couldn't take it, all of your pent up emotions were bursting out and making an ugly mess of you. You thought about how this was probably the reason why he decided to cheat on you. Tom just sat on the edge of the bed, lightly stroking your thigh. You apparently hadn't noticed, but your body was subconsciously leaning into his touch. Once your rapid breathing had slowed and your tears dried up leaving dried makeup streaks on your face, he finally spoke. "I didn't cheat on you." You almost laughed, "What?" He drew in a large breath before he continued, still treading lightly. "You never gave me a chance to talk. But trust me, I don't blame you. Please hear me out on this." Once he had gotten your silent sign of approval, he slowly continued, "That woman? That was my Bills wife. She was just in the area, and I wanted the chance to catch up with her. Ask her how things were going. All I talked about was you, every single question she had, the answer was always you. She even recorded a video on my phone for you of her saying hi. Please, believe me. I know I shouldn't have been so secretive, I know that's my fault. But just please. Here's the video." Tom pulled out his phone to show you the video of who you now noticed was Bill's wife in that same exact bar saying hi to you, and explaining how she hoped all was well with you.

Right after the video ended, your heart dropped so low as you looked up at him it almost fell out of your ass. I mean, you had met Bill's wife before, but you hadn't gotten a good glimpse of her at the bar. Only of the back of her head. You knew she was a nice woman, and you were starting to realize that you probably should've let Tom explain himself instead of throwing a drink in his face. But when he pulled the "Baby, it's not what it looks like" line, you almost lunged at him.

This whole thing just added more on top of the emotions you were already feeling, and you began to cry again. "Tom," you shook out as you pulled him into an embrace, finally being able to feel him again "I'm sorry." You swear you had never held onto anything so tight in your life, and he was seriously about to crush you as well. But it didn't really matter. All that mattered was, yeah, you both fucked up but at least you still had each other. That night was a long night of exchanging explanations, and setting up boundaries as to how to deal with situations like this again. As well as how to work on managing your emotions...

It was getting pretty late, and you had just came out of the shower to find Tom laying down on the small couch. "Are you serious? You don't have to do that... Come sleep with me." Tom turned over to look at you, a bit surprised you could forgive so quickly. That had never been apart of your personality. But he was exempt from this, he assumed. "You sure? If you don't-" You stopped him, "I'm sure." and gave him a sweet smile. The both of you crawled into bed, and got into the position you normally get into. He placed the side of his face on your breasts and you used one of your hands to play with his hair, feeling him relax into you. He whispered out a small "I love you" that you almost didn't catch. To let him know you heard him, you craned your neck down and pulled him into a sweet kiss. Well, the kiss started sweet.

Tom had been left to just his hand, lotion, and some shitty magazines for way too long now. He missed you. A lot. What was supposed to be a simple sweet kiss now had your back to him and him aggressively thrusting his cock into you. You let out a string of moans, trying to stabilize yourself by putting your hands on his thighs. His chest was flush with your back, and his thrusts were relentless. "Tom!" He knew you loved this angle, it allowed you to feel every inch of him buried deep inside you. "Yeah? That feel good, y/n?" One of his hands came down to rub at your clit. "Think I've given you enough time to throw your little tantrum, gotta put whores like you back in their place." His minstrations had you a moaning mess, and you could already feel your orgasm flatly approaching. "Ah-! P-please!" Your pussy clenched tightly around him, a sign he knew you were about to cum. Right when your soft walls began to flutter he completely stopped all motion. "W-what?" You were confused, and you whined at the loss of stimulation. "You forget? Brats like you have to ask nicely to cum. Then I'll consider." He landed a harsh slap on both cheeks of your ass, causing you to his. "Im sorry! Please! Please make me cum!" He rubbed over both red marks, attempting to slightly soothe them before beginning his pace again. This time, he was impatient. He flipped you over onto your back, sprawling you out onto the bed before he pushed in and out of you at a fast pace. You could feel every vein on his cock at this angle, and his tip was practically brushing up against your cervix. The painful pleasure was almost too much, and you just barely remembered to ask to cum. "P-please, can I cum? Please, please please..." You were just babbling nonsense at this point, which made him laugh at the leverage he had over you. He leaned down, nipping the shell of your ear before he said "Cum for me, baby" and that was all the clearance you needed before you gushed all over his cock with a high pitched moan. All of your limbs twitched as he helped you ride out your high, your mind melting back down to earth. Your brain was still fuzzy, and you didn't catch how Tom leaned over to open the beside drawer, pulling out a small bullet vibrator. Once he waved it over top of you, your eyes widened. You obviously could think enough to understand what you were about to be subjected to, but not enough to question why it was in that drawer.

"Please" You mewled put, not sure if you were begging for him to use it on you or begging him not to. Either way, he turned it on, using it on the lowest setting as he rubbed it over your nipples. "Mh!" You let out a satisfied grunt at the stimulation being pressed to your nipples. Tom always worshipped every part of your body, and tonight he had neglected your nipples. The attention they were now receiving left you wanting more. You relaxed, parting your legs and letting the spread across the roughness of the hotel sheets. Tom trailed the small vibrator down the valley of your stomach, towards your already swollen clit. "Yeah, take it like the good slut you are. Just my cumdump, aren't you?" You nodded your head in agreement, making the best "Mhm" sound you could with how fried your brain was. You both knew this wasn't true. If you both were being completely honest, he was at your mercy. Tom pressed the vibrator up against your clit, and immediately started thrusting back into you. "Ah! Wait! T-Tom! Too much!" He laughed at you almost mockingly "You can do it. My sweet baby can do it." The way his tone could change at the drop of a hat only turned you on even more, and his sugar coated words coaxed you on to obeying him. "Ok... ok, just for -fuck- you." "Yeah, thats what I fucking thought." It didn't take too much longer for you to reach your high, and by the way you were squeezing him he knew, too. Tom decided you'd been through enough tonight and let you off easy this time. "My baby gonna cum on my cock? Come on, make a mess on me. Cum with me." Those words immediately flipped the switch inside of you, letting your pussy twitch around him and gush everywhere, making a mess all over his abdomen. Tom thrusted into you as deep as he could possibly go before cumming inside you. "Yeah, gonna take all the cum I give you." And you did, you took every last drop, squeezing him to milk him for everything he was worth.

The night ended with an exchange of soft kisses, giggles, whispers of sweet nothings, and a hot bath to ease your poor muscles. You might need a wheelchair for tomorrow.

Before you two left, Tom left a note on the bed thanking the hotel room attendant for bluffing for him, and left her some extra cash. He also apologized for the mess.

a/n: this was supposed to be released last night but I had other things going on! so sorry! but I hope you enjoyed! requests are still open, and if you've already sent one just know it's sitting in my drafts. remember to take care of yourself!

[eqt-95]

a new kind of romance, pt 2

part 1 | s'mores

🖍️ | purple

“Mmm, purple,” Esme said after her tiny scowl scrutinized the coloring page and definitely didn't register Kara's pouting lip.

“Not red? Blue?” Kara offered with a pot-turned-scowl ping-ponging between her niece and the superhero cartoon sitting between them.

“No,” Esme continued with a confident head shake, “purple.”

Kara sulked, holding the uncapped red and blue markers in either hand. It didn’t matter that it was Esme’s turn to choose, but it did matter that Esme was choosing a very not Supergirl color palette. 

And so Kara sulked. She sulked and sulked as more and more of the super suit was scribbled in a deep purple that she didn’t want to admit complimented the green eyes Esme had chosen.

And, honestly, Kara was about to label the whole afternoon ruined.

But then. Then, her sulk softened by the growing proximity of a familiar heartbeat. Even Esme’s eyes glanced toward the door, and Kara wondered if her niece noticed the uptick in Kara’s own pulse. She hoped not.

Seconds later jangling keys, creaking hinges, and heels clicking against Kara’s hardwood floors were met by Kara’s second-favorite sound: 

“I’m so sorry,” came Lena's hurried voice, a little breathless with flushed cheeks to match. 

And Kara, crouched and bubbling with excitement, rocked on her heels between the instinct to jump up and pull Lena into a koala hug or to keep her cool at the coffee table surrounded by crayons, markers, and a very very un-Supergirl superhero.

Esme was definitely less chill, climbing to her feet with the excitement of a sugar rush, and Kara felt a little envious.

“I didn’t think I’d get held hostage by that-”

“Hey, language,” Kara warned, spinning to peer over the back of the couch.

“Sorry,” Lena said with a small eye-roll hand draping her jacket over the back of a bar stool. “I didn’t think I’d be ‘stuck’ in the meeting.”

“Better,” Kara said with a nod, a smile, and absolutely zero interest in coloring a silly superhero cartoon because Lena was here. Lena, who Kara hadn’t seen in two whole days if you didn’t count the fly-by hello she gave the night before or the coffee date they had that morning.

“It’s no problem-” Kara began, watching a squealing Esme run into Lena’s arms, and Kara swallowed down a tiny pang of jealousy. Because it was fine that Esme would want a hug from her godmother. It just so happened that Kara wanted one too, but Kara was trying to be cool and chill because Alex had told her in a not-so-subtle-way that Kara was maybe giving off creepy attachment vibes around Lena.

“Aunt Kara picked me up and we had ice cream and now we're coloring.”

“Ice cream?” Lena asked over Esme’s tiny back-stabbing shoulder. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in question toward Aunt Kara.

“Yep,” Esme nodded vigorously. “It’s our secret.”

And Kara’s eyes narrowed because, yes, it was their secret.

“I think we need to discuss what a ‘secret’ is, little bug.”

“But we tell Aunt Lena everything,” Esme said with a small frown and nervous expression. She glanced up at a now standing, stunning, smirking Lena and Kara’s crouched, cramped, confused form. “Right?”

“Uh, right,” Kara said with a quick spin and flop back onto the floor, eyes glued to the heinous purple superhero monster Esme was probably going to make her stick on the fridge.

Because boy did Kara feel a bit conflicted about all of that. She stuttered, feeling the weight of Lena’s presence from the kitchen, guided by Esme’s tiny hand, now moving to the couch. 

“Aunt Lena, you can help us finish!” Esme exclaimed, settling back down next to Kara who had subconsciously picked up a blue crayon.

And that… that got Kara’s problem-solving skills working overtime because here was the situation: The coloring page was standard letter format, and it was already cramped with one tiny-sized hand and Kara’s big grown-up hand. Add another hand? Even an Esme-sized one would be cramped and… well let’s be honest, Lena had larger than normal hands.

Not that it was a problem! Lena had great hands. The best hands. Her fingers were long and delicate and her nails always so clean and short and pretty and no doubt she could weave and maneuver in and around wherever they needed to get to all the right spots and actually maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult to-

Kara coughed to interrupt herself from her thoughts. Her thoughts which were making her cheeks feel a little warm. Was it a little too warm?

“I don’t think there’s enough room,” Kara choked out. "Where will Aunt Lena sit?"

“Oh I don’t know,” Lena hummed from the couch, and then… 

And then?

And then. It got even warmer.

Boiling hot.

Like, lava hot.

Because then two legs wrapped in fancy purple pants straddled and settled onto either side of Kara. And suddenly purple didn’t seem so bad.

Because then there was the press of Lena’s chest against her back. And then there was an arm extending over her shoulder to pluck up a purple crayon. And then there was a soft, warm breath on the back of Kara’s neck. 

“I think we can figure it out,” Lena whispered into Kara’s ear and it definitely tickled and it definitely sent a shiver up her spine and it definitely, definitely, didn’t help interrupt her thoughts.

- - - - - part 3 | zippers

[kess-in-the-perthchimzone]

Little details in episode 9

Hopefully you know the drill by now — once a week I get a little wine tipsy, rewatch the most recent episode, and point all the little things that newly stick out at me:

Sailom’s silent “what the hell” is hilariously funny to me. He’s going along with what Kang wants with minimal input, which is very sweet, but the first chance he gets where his face is hidden, he can’t hide how insane he thinks his boy is.

To give him a little bit more credit than I have been lately, this IS a more open exchange of feelings than Sailom would usually give. He turns it into a joke, but he is slowly starting to share more with Kang.

No thoughts, head empty, just Sailom’s affectionate smile when Kang says he has to wait until tomorrow to be his sugar daddy!!

I adore this little exchange. I wish they’d gotten to play it out more. It’s a nice way to show how different their backgrounds are without it being a whole THING.

No thoughts, head empty, just Kang’s affectionate smile at seeing Sailom fall asleep!!

Another really great exchange. Sailom NEVER talks about Kang like this, but you can tell how much more frustrating he finds this than anything that might come up in tutoring. He could sympathize with Kang being cavalier with money when it was seemingly unlimited, but not in a situation like this, when they truly need it.

I don’t even LIKE kids and this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. @thirstkanaphan has fully convinced me that the actual best life path for Kang is coach

Kang LOVEEEES calling Sailom his boyfriend and I love it for for him

I have been married a long time and can attest that this is one of the most true to being married scenes I’ve ever seen on TV

Something important happened with this line and I need someone smarter than me to unpack it

The way Kang immediately upgraded their hotel room when he got more money. Incredible, no further suggestions.

This gives me radiantly happy in episode five Sailom vibes, which is my favorite Sailom!! It’s so wonderful when he turns off his brain and just enjoys the finer things he gets to experience via Kang

This flop of despair (and blue balls) when Sailom closes the curtain on him. Kang, I adore you.

I have hated (HATED!!) how virtually every other BL I’ve ever seen has handled the shyer, virginal character whose boyfriend pushes them to be more physical. But oh my gosh Kang pulls it off. Because first of all, all he really ever is trying to do is make Sailom blush and he usually keeps his distance after he gets the reaction he’s looking for

And second, because what he does after Sailom agrees to let him stay here, is immediately ask this question. My precious boy. Did you just want to stay close so you could open up about your feelings?

After Kang talks about how he should sell the bike back, Sailom gives him the club look. And Kang gets to see it!! Only then does he try to close the gap between them. Sailom is admittedly giving him come hither eyes

How Kang puts himself in the way when the angry guy starts talking about beating up Sailom. He goes on to say “I WON’T LET YOU”. So much (probably unwarranted) bravado, I’m obsessed

Meanwhile, Sailom, who has actually lived on the mean streets, is like “we need to get the hell out of here”

The motorcycle guys didn’t even take the money! Is that worse or better, I can’t decide?

I know I’ve talked about this previously but the fact that Kang’s worst nightmare was Sailom getting hurt again and then HE caused Sailom to get beaten up by throwing that punch is gutting (but actually in some ways Sailom willingly chose to be beaten because he stepped in between the men and Kang. They protect each other!)

I’ve come around to believing Sailom is telling the truth here. In part because Sailom never ever lies, and in part because I’m pretty sure Kang leans over and watches him type the message

Obsessed with the way that immediately after he’s satisfied that Kang has calmed down and that he’s ready to go home, Sailom instantly reverts to the person you know he wanted to be the entire trip to Korat

Once again they have an entire wordless conversation with their eyebrows. Married.

The way Kang’s wearing white pants so you can really tell in the reflection how he has his knees bent on either side of Sailom’s body when Sailom flips them in the love scene 👀👀

[suddenlybambi]

as long as you stay here [13] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.2k

chapter 13

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a/n - sorry for no update yesterday my sweets 😭 been preoccupied as of late! need to catch up on writing 💕

y/n 💕 : girlies

y/n 💕 : I need help

y/n 💕 : kyle wants to take me to this place called starks pond?

y/n 💕 : I need outfit vibes 😬

bebe 💋 : omg he’s finally going to man up and ask you out 🤭

y/n 💕 : I don’t want to get my hopes up

wendy 💜 : literally everyone has their first kiss at starks pond

wendy 💜 : he’s definitely going to kiss you tonight!!! 🥰

y/n 💕 : god I really hope you’re right

y/n 💕 : seriously, what do I wear to something like this?

y/n 💕 : I didn’t bring date clothes but also its a pond so its not like we’re going out for dinner

bebe 💋 : you can borrow one of my dresses?

y/n 💕 : the last two times I borrowed your dresses I flashed him 😶

bebe 💋 : exactly!

bebe 💋 : you wanna get lucky or not? 😏

wendy 💜 : bebe! 😒

wendy 💜 : y/n ignore her

wendy 💜 : do you have that cute skirt that makes your waist look good?

y/n 💕 : the black one?

y/n 💕 : I do have that with me

bebe 💋 : that and a red top with red lipstick so he will look at your lips you will look so hot

wendy 💜 : no, wear green thats kyle’s favourite color

bebe 💋 : hello?

bebe 💋 : i’m the one doing a degree in fashion 🙄

y/n 💕 : bebe i love you but red makes me look bitchy

y/n 💕 : green it is

y/n 💕 : love you guys so much 💕

wendy 💜 : tell us all about it after!!! 💜

bebe 💋 : we want ALL of the details 😘

Y/N put her phone down and dug through the small suitcase of clothes she had packed to find the skirt and top she knew she had packed. Relief flooded through her when she found them at the bottom of the bag.

She darted to the bathroom to get changed, fixing her hair so it looked presentable. She considered lipstick but knew it would make for a nicer first kiss if she stuck to just lip balm. She wanted it to be as perfect as possible.

“Ready to go?” Kyle asked once she emerged. He always looked handsome, but something about the way he looked at that moment was special. He had let his hair run a little more on the wild side than usual. She wondered if it was because she had told him she liked it like that. His top two buttons were undone, whereas he would usually only unbutton the first. She had to snap herself out of admiring him for too long, or she would seem creepy.

“Ready!” She confirmed, realising he was waiting for an answer. She held out her arm, and he linked it with his own. They ignored the kissing noises Ike was making as they walked out the door.

“Are you okay with walking?” Kyle asked. “It’s only down the road.”

Y/N looked nervously down at her shoes, realising it was probably a bad idea to have worn heels, but decided to push past it. “I’m happy to walk!”

Those words haunted her after just five minutes of walking. They were apparently halfway there, but she was already struggling. She did her best to hide her discomfort from Kyle, but he picked up on it as he had slowed down significantly to accommodate her.

By the time they made it to Stark’s Pond, she had to flop down on the nearest bench as soon as possible.

“This is why I don’t wear heels,” She groaned, kicking the demon shoes off. “They’re a torture device and not the fun kind.”

“Fun torture?” Kyle was confused for a second, but the realisation hit him right after. “Oh! Right… Yeah…”

“Sorry,” Y/N laughed a little awkwardly. “I guess you’re not into all that?”

“I guess I’ve just….” He tried not to let his thoughts linger on the idea for too long, not out of discomfort but because the idea turned him on a little more than he anticipated. Even though it was 7pm and the sun had mostly set, there was still a hint of light, and he couldn’t risk her seeing a tent in his pants and being weirded out by it. “Never thought of it.”

“Ducks!” Y/N suddenly gasped, pointing at the birds. “Oh! I wish we had something to feed them!”

“Who says we don’t?” Kyle grinned as she looked at him in pure excitement. “And before you say it, no, it’s not bread because I know that’s not good for them.” Looking through the satchel he brought with him, he found the bag of frozen peas he had snuck out from under his mom’s nose in preparation. There were always ducks at Stark’s Pond, and Y/N had talked about how she always loved feeding the ducks back at home and educated him on what was safe to feed them. He wanted her to know that he had listened and cared about what she said.

Kyle felt his heart almost leapt out of his chest when she flung her arms around him in a hug that left him breathless, both because of how tight it was and because it was paired with a kiss to the cheek. He reminded himself again that kisses on the cheek were normal for Y/N. She did them all of the time with her friends. They were friends.

When she switched and kissed him on the other cheek as well, his hands instantly tensed around her as he hugged her back. Two kisses. Very good friends.

“Come on!” Y/N stood up, her shoes abandoned by the bench, not caring about how muddy it was around the pond as she tried to pull Kyle up with her. She almost fell over when he did get up, not expecting the sudden change in force required, but he managed to catch her just in time. She didn’t seem phased, just laughed at the situation.

Her laugh echoed through his mind and heart. He could listen to it on repeat for the rest of his life and never get tired of the sound.

The ducks loved the frozen peas, and watching Y/N’s joy when they went crazy for them was unlike anything he had ever seen. In his head, he had already planned a future for them where they bought a house in the countryside and raised ducks together. He couldn’t comprehend how he had so quickly become absolutely smitten with her, but he wasn’t upset by it.

As they threw the last handful of peas into the pond, Kyle looked down at Y/N beside him just as she looked up at him, a breathtaking smile on her face. He knew exactly what he needed to do, what he had planned their whole evening around.

All he had to do was lean down and kiss her.

He knew she could sense it. Her smile softened, eyes fluttered half closed as he leaned in and… pulled her in for a hug.

Something in his brain short-circuited. He froze at the last second, head moving to the side to avoid the collision. 

“I really value our friendship,” The words left his lips before he could stop them. They were the wrong ones. He was supposed to say that he felt more than friendship for her, but the words were gone, and the moment had slipped from his grip.

“Me too,” The disappointment in her voice was evident. He could feel it over the disappointment he felt in himself for being a coward and not saying the right thing, not doing the right thing.

“We should get back before it gets too late,” He sighed, looking up as the moon started to peek through the trees.

“Right,” She nodded, looking over at the bench where her shoes lay. “Give me a second…” She walked over and started to put them back on. Kyle could still salvage the evening. He had to. He owed her that much.

With ease, he lifted her up bridal style, just like he had two weeks before on Halloween. She squealed in surprise, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck for support. Her laughter echoed in his ear, returning a fraction of the joy they had shared before he ruined the moment.

The atmosphere between them had changed, but it wasn’t exactly a pleasant change for either one of them. It wasn’t the change Kyle hoped to have returned home with that evening. Few words were exchanged as they settled in for the night, Y/N on the bed, Kyle on the air mattress. Each faced one another, but they were on their phones.

kyle 📗 : I choked

kenny 😘 : kinky 💦

kyle 📗 : Not like that 😑

stan 🎸 : shit dude what happened?

kyle 📗 :  I just froze up and forgot everything I had planned to say

cartman 😡 : HA

cartman 😡 : KENNY U OWE ME $20

kenny 😘 : FUCK U DUDE

kyle 📗 : You assholes placed a bet?

cartman 😡 : easy money brah

cartman 😡 : knew ur too much of a pussy to do it

kyle 📗 : I hate you so much

kyle 📗 : I think I totally blew my chances

stan 🎸 : dude I puked on wendy like 7 times

stan 🎸 : you can’t have done worse than that

kyle 📗 : went in for a kiss, chickened out and went for a hug, told her that I value our friendship

kenny 😘 : YOU FRIENDZONED HER 🤣🤣🤣

stan 🎸 : I spoke too soon lol

kyle 📗 : Don’t lol at that!

cartman 😡 : LMFAO

kyle 📗 : I’m going to crawl in a hole and die now

bebe 💋 : spill babe spill 

bebe 💋 : did you kiss?

bebe 💋 : did you fuck? 😏

bebe 💋 : is he as big as the rumours from the locker room suggested? 🍆

wendy 💜 : BEBE

wendy 💜 : but also

wendy 💜 : tell us everything

wendy 💜 : especially if the rumours are true 😘

y/n 💕 : well I wouldn’t know 😒

y/n 💕 : I think he was going to kiss me but decided against it at the last second

bebe 💋 : omg

wendy 💜 : why???

y/n 💕 : I wish I had the answer

y/n 💕 : so I could know what I did wrong lol

bebe 💋 : babe you absolutely did nothing wrong

wendy 💜 : maybe he was just worried his breath stank 😶

y/n 💕 : we had mints on the way there 🥲

y/n 💕 : he bought them with him

y/n 💕 : he was prepared for that 

y/n 💕 : like he was definitely going to kiss me but he just didn’t

wendy 💜 : there has to be a reason

wendy 💜 : the way he looks at you is like straight out of the movies

wendy 💜 : he is head over heels for you babe

y/n 💕 : well maybe we’ve misread the situation

y/n 💕 : or he changed his mind about me or something

y/n 💕 : he hugged me and said he values our friendship

bebe 💋 : oh god

bebe 💋 : that is bad

bebe 💋 : i love you but that is awful

bebe 💋 : like the worst thing a guy you’re interested in could say

wendy 💜 : bebe you’re not helping babe

wendy 💜 : but yeah thats really bad

wendy 💜 : sorry y/n 💔

y/n 💕 : but he carried me home because I wore heels 🥲

y/n 💕 : I don’t know how to deal with these mixed messages

wendy 💜 : I’ll talk to stan and see if he knows anything

y/n 💕 : please don’t!

y/n 💕 : I don’t need to drag other people in my embarrassment 🥲

y/n 💕 : I’m gonna try and sleep this off and hope things are normal again tomorrow

y/n 💕 : love you girls 💕

wendy 💜 : love you 💜

bebe 💋 : love you bby 😘

Y/N sighed and turned off her phone. They would be driving to her mother’s house the next day. She was worried the situation would just make things worse. Her mother’s presence tended to do that. She wanted to fix things between them before they were ruined for good.

“It’s cold,” Y/N whispered, snuggling under the covers as she watched Kyle turn his phone off as well and meet her gaze. Concern flooded his face.

“Do you want some more blankets?” He asked, sitting up in preparation to grab some blankets from the closet.

“No,” She shook her head, feeling bold. “You’re warmer.”

“I’m what?” He looked up at her from his lower position on the air mattress on the floor. “Do you want me to…?” She didn’t say anything, just lifted up the covers so he could join her. It was his bed, after all. It made more sense for him to sleep in it than on the air mattress. 

Slightly hesitantly, he got up and slipped into bed next to her, his body stiffening when her arms wrapped around him. It only took him a few seconds to relax into the position, his arm reaching over her in return. It was the same way they had slept the night before.

“Goodnight, Ky,” She whispered. His heart skipped a beat at the new nickname. Maybe he hadn’t fucked up his confession as much as he thought?

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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YALL I SWEAR- Rollerskates and Council members Part 2.

Ok, it is still tomorrow for me, idk about you time-zone different people. But yeah.

If I was too later for your time zone I apologise 😭

Anyways:

PROLOGUE

WARNING: ANGST AND ABUSE

An old man walked into the room of a young boy.

“WHAT IS THIS?” The old man screeched. The boy cowered in fear.

“My report card..” the boy said. The man growled.

“A B plus? What is this, a joke?!” The man yelled. The boy shook his head hesitantly.

“Uncle I can explain..” the boy replied. The man waited for his response.

“There’s this.. uh.. girl-“

“A GIRL? YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO THINK ABOUT THAN A GIRL!!” The man lashed out at the boy, dragging a sharp object up his arm. The boy cried in pain.

“Uncle, I'm sorry it won't happen again!” The boy sobbed. The man scowled at the boy.

“Oh stop crying, crying is for the weak.” He growled, before leaving the boy with a gash in his arm and a first-aid kit that the boy himself had bought and hidden.

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Hunter was home, full of the chicken-bread Willow had given him.

Fuck, shes pretty. Hunter couldn't help but think. He knew he'd fallen, he’d fallen really quickly. It only took him one day to realise that he’d fallen for her.

(Help i am listening to teeth and it's stopping my brain from thinking because it's so good to vibe to.)

(Also I’m doing this in the middle of a class of some description that I should be paying attention to because people play games on the computers. We got them chromebooks and they’re probably not doing the work. But anyways- 💀)

Hunter sat on his bed quietly. All he could think about was Willow. He sighed, checking his watch. Nearly time for his bread and water meal. At least he could savour this round of stale bread because he was already full. He knew he’d better stop gushing over her school photo that he somehow acquired.

The door opened quietly and a plastic water bottle and three stale bits of bread were thrown at him. He stuffed the break in a box under his bed, and flopped down, bringing out her photo again. He sighed. She sounded so concerned after learning that he didn’t eat much on the weekend, and he wondered what she’d act like if he told her about his home life. He brought the bed sheet over himself and drifted softly to sleep.

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Willow got home very quickly, but spent her afternoon wondering about Hunter. He’d been so quick to defend his earlier statement of the fact he didn’t eat at home. Was it a lie?

Despite her concern, her dads cotived when she came out for dinner, her red face and floppy ears.

(In this story, floppy ears are gush/embarrassment.)

Gilbert had an idea of what was going on, but Harvey was clueless.

“Hey flower, what’s on your mind?” Gilbert asked. Willow snarled back to reality, facing her dad.

“Uh-“ Willow thought for a minute. Tell the truth or lie? Truth. “A boy.” She smiled, giggling in embarrassment. Gilbert snorted with laughter.

“A boy?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“What’s his name?” Gilbert asked. Willow knew he was just trying to pull information fro her, but she decided she was going to answer this time.

“Hunter.”

“What does he look like?”

Gilbert recalled the name. It was the name of the boy who wrote her up everyday for wearing things against the dress code, which he thought was unreasonable.

“He’s blonde.. with magenta eyes. He has a… sizeable nose.” She giggled. Gilbert loves listening to his daughter.

“Special to you, is he?” Gilbert asked. Willow faced dropped.

“Actually, I’m concerned for him. When we were talking, he slipped in speech and said he didn’t eat at home, but quickly corrected himself to not eating much at home.” She explained.

This sparked a thought of concern in Willow’s father. All he could produce is an ‘oh’, before leaving the conversation.

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“Willow, please this school needs to look good for the school that is playing here today.” Hunter whined as Willow absentmindedly tracked mud into the school.

“Oh- sorry Hunter.” Willow blushed and took her roller skates off. Hunter nearly gasped in surprise. She didn’t usually do this. Then surprising him even further, she had a cloth in her bag, and she wiped up the mud she had brought in.

“Oh… well that was different from you.” Hunter commented sweetly. Willow smiled.

“Anything, anytime.” She smiled. “You can talk to me about anything, you know.” She added. Hunter tipped his head to one side. That was a strange statement. Maybe he was overthinking it.

“Uh, thanks?” He replied to her. Something wasn’t right. This didn’t seem like her. Where was ‘rebellious roller skater that can do anything and you can’t stop me.’? He shook his thoughts away. Something wasn’t right but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Obviously, apart from the fact she wasn’t rebelling.

Well, he can’t focus on that right now can he? He had a school to keep clean.

PART 3 OR NO?

The next part will be MUCH more Huntlow focused than thought focused, promise.

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Good Stuff: Best Movies of 2023

This was NOT a great year for blockbusters, huh? This was probably Disney's worst in years, multiple flops including what was meant to be their centennial anniversary film. It looked remarkably by the numbers, but think of the conglomerate's losses... Anyway, this to me was a pretty great year for films. Like 2022, I'm amazed at the variety we got that says more about the shifting tides of people's interest in movies. It was the most times I've been to the theater. We got a big worker's strike over the summer, especially large push back against degenerates trying to push AI to do more than just shitposting. And it was enough for me to know Adam Sandler, Godzilla, and Hayao Miyazaki could get the better of Disney. With this said, let this be a first for Good Stuff and count down my favorites of this year.

12. Renfield

My suspicions were on the money and I'm glad I gave this a shot in the theaters. Cage was the best Dracula I could've asked for in what you might say was an Adult Swim-esque dark comedy. It definitely has that style of gruesomeness and humor given Robert Kirkman and the Writer/Director behind Moral Orel made this. Unfortunately, Ben Schwartz stuck out like a sore thumb even if he fulfills his purpose in this, reminding me of Christopher Mintz-Plasse in KickAss; I feel he or Jason Schwartzman would've been better suited. Plus it can feel all over the place, an identity crisis that you can't even grasp after it finishes. Then again, I just had fun watching and would gladly rewatch for Cage and Hoult who are the highlights of this.

11. Migration

Call it blasphemous, but I enjoyed this more than the Mario movie. It's essentially Rio mixed with National Lampoon's Vacation, with a lovable cast, solid animation, and an eazy breezy road trip story. I've always looked to Illumination for simple enjoyable romps and I got what I expected here. Gave me Amphibia vibes in a way, replace frogs with birds. Everything surrounding the villain is my only real issue, he was an obvious and very nothing bad guy, but it's overall better paced than Super Mario Bros where it felt like you watched an eternity in 3 minutes. Still don't get the air of folk looking down on this for just being serviceable when it's honestly become my favorite Illumination movie next to the first Despicable Me.

10. Killers of the Flower Moon

Sad to say this is the weakest Scorsese movie for me, mainly because it felt like we're following the wrong main character. Lily Gladstone is incredible in this, among the other great performers, but she felt sidelined in favor of DeCaprio and De Niro's perspectives. It's like if in 1995's Casino, we just follow Ginger throughout the moment Sam introduces her. I liked the turmoil Leo's character goes through, but it paled in comparison to Mollie who was more affected by his and Hale's actions. That does not mean it's all bad. This can be a beautiful, dynamic, and ruthless movie that just made me feel bad for watching it; running with the words "harsh reality" throughout the 3 and a half hour runtime.

9. Good Burger 2

I watched Good Burger 1 & 2 this Thanksgiving weekend, and just had a blast. These are the kind of movies that are charmingly stupid but not insultingly so. Kel Mitchell's Ed is emblematic of how much dumb fun this duology is where he's actively comical but not smoothbrained to ruin your time. This I say is like Home Alone 2 where it is just beat for beat the 1st movie with minor developments but that doesn't really matter when it's just as well put together. It never feels like Kenan nor Kel missed a beat and the drama not overstaying its welcome. It is just "Good Burger Again" without it feeling like diminishing returns compared to other rehashing sequels.

8. Leo

Can you believe this got better publicity than Disney's Wish? Even YMS could appreciate this movie, that's how you know Sandler has his recognizable game when you least expect it. But Leo is a surprisingly good comedy that has actually sincere moments. Being Happy Madison's 2nd ever animation, it's like Adam waited to refine the production as opposed to putting a cash grab together like one would expect. It's not all good, especially trying to be a musical, but seeing it once you'd be impressed how much good it does with the risks it takes.

7. Nimona

Like Migration, everything surrounding the villain is the one big issue I have with this, especially when it comes to affecting the film's message. At the same time, she pales in comparison to the dynamic pairing of Ballister Blackheart and the titular shapeshifter. Nimona is my favorite character of 2023, her energy and confidence matched by the struggle she bears existing alone and the facade made to band-aid it. Her and Ballister's journey alone made me glad this got out of development hell, being Blue Sky's final production posthumous. To me it wasn't about being a take that to Disney, it was about the fact a movie like Nimona got to exist as great as it did. Hoping Stevenson is satisfied with their adaptation, because it definitely earned its flowers.

6. Emesis Blue

Offhand, it openly sucks that Letterboxd refuses to let this stay on the site to log, but it can't be overstated how much of a marvel this was. Repurposing not just the characters, but the lore and mechanics of Team Fortress 2 into a feature length horror thriller. The animation's top notch where it can have godly framing that was on par with the known legends of horror film making. SFM animations can be beautiful on their own, shitpost or otherwise, but Emesis Blue goes a step beyond by having a compelling story fitting for the universe on top of, again, every frame being a painting.

5. Shin Kamen Rider

I've never really saw any Tokusatsu shows. Not that I hate the genre, just could never get into it while recognizing the glorious looking chaos found in clips. Knowing Hideaki Anno directed was what got me into seeing this film and it opened my mind quite a bit. This was the legacy film that definitely had Anno's touch in both the action and drama. While the climax can notably drag, you never feel left out of what was essentially the original Kamen Rider's origin story. It doesn't have the complex VFX of stuff like Marvel, but the costumes and fight scenes makes me wish we got more of this in America beyond Power Rangers.

4. TMNT Mutant Mayhem

Advertising before release really didn't make this appear like a promising film. If there's anything I learned from this year though, appearances can be deceiving. Like Nimona was for her movie, the creative choices for this made it the TMNT movie I never knew I wanted. To me this felt akin to the Lego Batman movie where it's not only a good love letter of the franchise for more than its fanservice, but this spin on the characters is able to have a new sincere view of them without overhauling everything about the TMNT. That and it has the greatest needle drops I've had in a long while like how do insert He-Man Fabulous Secret Powers and expect me to hate this?

3. Godzilla Minus One

I call this a great year for films because it marks the first time I got to see a Toho produced Godzilla, with subtitles, in an real movie theater. Needless to say, it felt like I got to enjoy the 1954 film again anew. Not a remake mind you, but the parallels were uncanny and this spins here work just as well, if not more here than with the original in a couple places. Both are still strong movies nonetheless. Minus One is a refurbish that dishes out what people always wanted and uniquely giving a little more while never sacrificing why the OG is that timeless. With it getting more than a limited release, I'm glad this got to be more than a niche celebration of the kaijuu king.

2. Oppenheimer

This film's been meme'd to heaven, hell you could say it got meme'd to success thanks to its dual release with Barbie, but it didn't undermine getting hooked to watching this anyways. This really has become my favorite Nolan film, a compelling biopic that doesn't exactly herald its titular lead in the best light thanks to the paradoxical storytelling. Oppenheimer gives us the largest ensemble I know, and delivers in the most breathtaking moments I never knew I could get. Cillian killed it among the many who made the three hours of people sitting and talking in rooms actually tense and intriguing to thread. Plus it gave us the beauty of Josh Peck being the guy to detonate the test bomb like cherry on top of this cinematic cake.

1. The Holdovers

I remember watching Alexander Payne's Sideways with Paul Giamatti as a high schooler but couldn't appreciate it until rewatching this year. It's one of the best mid-life crisis comedies you could see, still fresh in its easy going presentation and music. The same can be said for this film, made to feel like it came from the late 70s or 80s with the old opening logos that I didn't think you could do in these times. Out the gate, this was the holiday story I was shocked would be as relatable as it was, with the trio of Giamatti, Randolph, and Sessa each having their story that resonated with me strongly. With the right amount of time, Payne offers an remarkably cozy, down to earth movie where from reserved to outgoing, it did a lot for me emotionally. Like Netflix's Klaus, I kinda want this to be a traditional rewatch for the holiday seasons. One that everyone should try at least once, especially if they feel the disillusionment of the season where this might lift their spirits one way or another.

If there's anything to learn from this year, it's that the meta has definitely shifted. Even when the many on my list didn't make billions like the Avatar films, the variety and risks made spoke more than the big dogs like Disney and WB putting out unprofitable blockbusters that ranged from very by the numbers to you don't need to see The Flash to know how god awful it just was. More people are & should branch out beyond the major mainstream names. Not that the big dogs aren't ever gonna make great films in the coming years, but we should appreciate more than the big budget features you can tell are playing it safe. Time can be patient for great cinema, sleeper hits or not, so take advantage while you're young.

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to save her pt2

Read Part 1 here See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @mygfloki

Summary: After being saved by his brother from a gruesome fate and offering his aid in fighting against Thanos and his army, Loki only asks for one thing in return – a chance to do the same for you.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: waiting for death vibes in the beginning; mentions about the wreckage that kills Reader in Part 1; derogatory use of the word "whore"

Things to be aware of: friends to lovers; probably not the best grasp of time travel

Chaos.

That was the only word that Loki could use to describe the state of the world he'd arrived in when he was extracted from the Asgardian prison cell he'd been locked in for who knew how many moons, by Thor of all the people. Only he didn't look like Thor. Not entirely. 

And before he could ask what in the Nine was happening and why he had a new battle axe that resembled the plans that Odin once had for a weapon more powerful than Gungnir, he'd been transported to Midgard, surrounded by faces old and new. They were ready to fight; he, however, was not. In truth he intended to waste away his days in that cell, waiting for his extended lifespan to dwindle down to nothing so that perhaps he could finally be reunited with you. His soul could depart from this plane and move on to the next and you would be there waiting for him.

Instead he was now surrounded by soldiers of the Chitauri, outnumbered and ill-prepared to wield the magic that would have been able to decimate them if he so wished. Instead now his death would be more gruesome than he'd hoped. 

"Brother!" he shouted out, hoping that Thor could hear him from his communication device. "I need an assist!" 

"I can only get you away from them. Hang on!" He heard the sound of the god of thunder's battle axe whoosh-ing through the air and he held his hand up, waiting to be caught in its path and be flown away from the squadron that had piled on him. 

Only the flight never came. Instead the axe remained snugly in his hand, electricity crackling all over his body and sending the Chitauri soldiers flying off of him in a surge of a mixture of both his power and Thor's. All he could do was stare blankly at the axe in his hand, chest heaving as he breathlessly wondered, "What in the Nine?"

"I knew it!" he heard his brother exclaim through the comms. "Brother, you have an opening now. While they have him held down. Remember. Go for the head." 

He looked over to see the near celestial being, Danvers, as well as the Captain and Strange holding down the mad titan with their combined strength and powers, each one of them already straining as they did so. "Your window's closing, Laufeyson! If you're gonna do something, do it now!" Rogers screamed into his ear.

"You may as well surrender now," the titan sneered, a strained chuckle escaping him. "That one's so incompetent he couldn't even save his human whore from incoming traffic." 

That set off something so wildly bloodthirsty in the god that had him charging for Thanos, flying through the air and swinging Thor's battle axe in the direction of the megalomaniac's head. His fallen head hit the ground at the same time as  Loki landed on his feet. "You do not speak of her," he uttered darkly, staring into the blank eyes that went wide with shock in the titan's last moments. 

The three Avengers who had held Thanos down let his body go and flop down to the ground, watching as the soldiers and creatures who remained on the battlefield looked at their fallen leader, one by one, and then fleet by fleet, retreating back into their ships and heading up toward the sky. "Hold on, they're running away. What's going on?" Stark's voice came through on the communications.

"We won," Rogers stated, holding out a hand towards the god of mischief. "Thank you. Good to have you on our side." 

Loki wordlessly took his hand, nodding in both acknowledgement and assent, all the while wondering about what would happen next. There were talks throughout the battle about having to put back everything that was borrowed from the past to where they were found. 

The Infinity Stones. Mjolnir. Him. 

He wouldn't get to stay here. And judging from the words his brother had told him before he was whisked off to Midgard and away from his prison cell, he really would have preferred that he be allowed to remain here, in this timeline, instead.

"I'm not returning him to Asgard," Thor grumbled in protest against Banner's instructions. "I have seen what becomes of his life. I saw an opportunity to save him from what I know would befall him, and I took it. Now you are to tell me that I have to take that back? I refuse to." 

"Banner, I don't think you understand," Strange explained. "The Ancient One only said that you have to return the stonesto where you found them, in order for them to still serve their purpose for their predestined timelines. We have to return Mjolnir because of the purpose it still serves down the line, but I can tell you right now that any individuals borrowed from timelines don't follow that same rule. Thor doesn't need to return his brother; I don't see any consequences for any of us if we were to let him try and live out a life here in 2023 with the rest of us." 

"Truly?" The way the sorcerer vouched for him had taken Loki aback. "Just like that? You would allow me to co-exist with the rest of you? Even after everything--"

"From what Strange over here told me, Rock of Ages, what you did wasn't even supposed to happen. His 'one in fourteen million' outcome where we win did had nothing to do with you cutting off Ballsack Barney's head off. It involved me dying. You gave us all a future where my daughter doesn't lose her father. My wife won't lose her husband. Never thought I'd see the day where I'd say this, but I owe you. There's no way we're gonna send you off back to your timeline just to die," Stark answered him. "Just don't ask for a throne, I don't think we can spring that." 

His answer for what he wanted came almost instantly. "All I ask is for a pair of those cartridges that you used to travel through time." 

"Brother," Thor began with a touch of caution. "What do you intend them for?" 

A melancholia settled over him as he smiled. "You told me back in Asgard that if you could save me from what you knew would happen to me, you'd do it in a heartbeat. And you have. I only wish to attempt to do the same." 

An elated smile stretched over the blond god's face. "Your Midgardian. From decades ago?" 

Loki could only nod. "I wish to try saving Y/N." 

It took a few weeks to rebuild the quantum tunnel that had been destroyed when Thanos' ship attacked the compound, but once it did, Rogers had been the first to go in order to return the stones as well as Mjolnir to their respective timelines. 

He didn't return. Instead his fellow super soldier Barnes as well as his fellow veteran Wilson had a conversation with a decades older version of Rogers who had showed up on a bench not far from where the former Rogers had just departed a few mere moments ago. He could sense the bitterness setting into his newfound teammates as they pushed forward with the agenda for the day. 

"Brother," Thor spoke up, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I am aware that it is an option and that perhaps the idea is playing in your mind now. To remain in 1993 with Lady Y/N and live out your life there with her. I surely cannot stop you if that is what you wish--"

"It isn't," he cut his brother off. "I simply wished to save her. I will not leave you again. If anything I would be bringing her back here. Perhaps you could finally meet each other." 

"Alright then," Banner spoke up, tinkering with the tunnel once more. "Loki, it's your turn. Best of luck with saving your girl." 

He nodded wordlessly as he stepped onto the platform, pressing a button on the device around his wrist to adorn himself with the rather gaudy red and white protective gear similar to what his brother had worn upon retrieving him from Asgard just a little over a fortnight ago. 

Banner counted down and once he'd gone to zero, the god was flying through a myriad of vivid colors before he found himself standing in an alleyway just a few steps from the scene that had haunted him for twenty years. The scene of your death. Crushed by a semi-truck with a man behind the wheel too inebriated for his own good. 

The man had lost control of his vehicle, rendered too weak to maneuver safely out of the way, and in the path of his destruction stood you, speaking with the god and planning out the day  you should have been spending together had this inferior mortal man not cut your already fleeting time in these realms shorter. Loki had not even been able to see any semblance of you in the wreckage when he arrived to the scene decades prior, in feeble hopes that perhaps he could bring you to Asgard and perhaps nurse you back to health.

Your fragile mortal form was too broken for repair. Shattered. As was his heart.

But perhaps this was his chance to right this injustice bestowed upon you both by the fates. Perhaps  if his brother could give him a second chance at a life worth living, then he could do the same for you.

He was brought out of his reverie by the sound of a mobile device ringing, signaling to him that perhaps it was already time to start moving. He followed the sound of the ringing, his heart lodging itself in his throat upon hearing your melodic voice once more.

"Hello?" you spoke into the phone. "Loki? Is that you?" 

He remembered this conversation vividly. Your last words with him. Your last words ever. The god walked closer to you, the ache in his heart growing as he caught sight of the brilliant smile on your face as you heard his words from the other end of your conversation. 

"Not at all. I'll call in sick for work today and you'll call me when you get here?" Your smile grew ever brighter as you heard his answer, and he could see the approaching vehicle beginning to skid on the road as its driver began to lose control over the metal beast. There was no more time to waste. 

He strode over to you and you finally looked up and caught sight of the fast approaching god. "Loki?" Before he could second guess his decision, he put a device near identical to the one he wore around your wrist and pressed a button, wrapping you in the same red and white suit. And then he pulled you into his arms and pressed another button on his device, pulling you both into the absurdly prismatic tunnel. 

You held on to Loki for dear life as you traveled through the flashing colors, refusing to let go until you felt that your feet had finally hit solid ground. And once you did all the god wished for was an excuse to hold you again. 

You backed away from him, taking in your new surroundings, eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and shock as you realized that you were most definitely no longer in the streets of New York. He kept himself poised to catch you if you were to step off of the platform as you met the eyes of Barnes, Wilson, Stark, and Strange. Maximoff was by the door of the compound, ready with a change of clothes, undoubtedly having foreseen what the god would decide before he even landed in your year.

"Where am I?" you breathed out, your voice trembling as you locked eyes with the god. "Loki where did you take me?" 

"You're still in New York, Miss Y/L/N. As for the when…that's a little more complicated," Banner spoke up, making your eyes go wide at the sight of the giant green Hulk meters away from you and walking over back to Loki, clutching on to his arm. "I'm sorry. I would greet you as my human form if I could still manage it. My name's Doctor Bruce Banner. You're in the year 2023." 

The air left your lungs at the revelation. "Wait what--what do you mean--" you stammered. "I can't be in 2023, what would that do to the me in here? I'd be fifty--"

"Darling," Loki cut you off. "That moment from 1993 that we just left was moments before you were destined to die." Tears began to flood your eyes at his admission. 

"But we were supposed to--"

"I know, dear Y/N. I know. I heard everything. I still remember every sound from our last conversation twenty years ago." 

"Wait. Twenty? But I thought--"

"Erm…perhaps I could explain, Lady Y/N," Thor spoke up, walking toward the platform with his hand outstretched toward you. "My name is Thor. I'm Loki's brother. See, here from when I'm from, you've been gone for three decades. But I retrieved the Loki that stands by your side today from 2013, a decade ago. So to him, he'd been mourning you for two decades. It will take much more explaining for you to fully grasp the context, but what is important now is that you are here and you are safe." 

It took a few hours of exhaustive explanation from both Loki and his brother Thor to get you caught up on what you'd missed over the last three decades, after getting yourself cleaned up and getting a clean change of clothes with the help of a woman named Wanda. 

She helped to get you caught up with the state of the world in general, having you a semblance of relieved that at least now it wasn't as rampant within workplaces that women were disregarded and disrespected. That assuming you could find your footing in this new world you were in, you could at least expect to be treated better than you were in the job that you held yesterday…well, three decades ago.

This was gonna take some getting used to. A lot of getting used to.

One of the more authoritative figures in their team, Tony Stark, had offered to provide you the materials you'd need to start catching up on the technological advancements of the last thirty years. It was obvious that he was made of money; he was a Stark after all, and seemed to skyrocket the company after taking over from his father. It was also obvious that he seemed to genuinely want to help you, even providing you a top of the line machine to practice whatever you learned from the study material he'd given you.

Wanda as well as a younger member of the team who couldn't possibly even be out of high school yet named Peter had taught you how to navigate the internet, search for terms that you didn't understand. Sam taught you how to avoid the viruses and the porn sites. Banner kept a watchful eye on your progress, reporting back to Stark whenever the billionaire found some time from settling into his new life as a full time father to his little girl Morgan.

And apparently the man was a whiz at finding time because he'd also swung for shiny new credentials and documentation so that your acclimation would go by even smoother by making your old documentations disappear and integrating you into the world as Y/N Y/L/N, born in 1998, rather than died in 1993. With how invisible you truly were back then, it was quite a manageable feat to make it seem as if you hadn't even really existed before. 

Before you knew it, six months had passed, you caught up with the most recent advancements of the programming language you'd specialized in and certified yourself twice over, and found yourself taking on more complex and intricate technologies as you accepted a position in Stark's Research and Development department, staying under the tutelage of Dr Banner.

And then, throughout this entire process of integrating yourself into this new world, there was Loki. The god that not only saved your life, but in the process also gave you a chance at a better one. He, too, was acclimating to his new reality but somehow he'd made it a point to be there as your rock throughout your journey. Where the rest of the team supported you through the big strides, he'd been there for the day to day, making sure you weren't overloading yourself with all the new information,  keeping you company throughout your breaks and the weekends, quickly filling the role of best friend that you were severely lacking in both your new life, and in your old. 

Only thing was in the span of those six months you found yourself falling in love with him. Hell, you were already falling fast back in the 90s after your first encounter with him.

You once swore to yourself you'd never give anyone the power to exploit and abuse you, that you would never love anyone unconditionally. And yet here you were more than ready to rip your heart out of your own chest and hand it over to Loki, fully trusting that he would never do anything that could break it. 

Stupid Y/N, you hissed at yourself. Why sign yourself up to get hurt like this? He won't love you back. Why would he? He's a literal god and he's got women falling at his feet over how devastatingly beautiful he is, his bedroom door's probably revolving. He probably saved you because he felt guilty that he was the last person you were talking to before you died, but know this. He. Doesn't. Love you.

Of course he didn't. He couldn't. 

And yet despite that you were still more than willing to hand the god your heart on a golden platter. Like a total nimrod. 

Today had been one of the rare days where he'd found himself swamped with his duties as an Avenger that you two weren't able to meet for lunch, and truly you were secretly grateful that that was the case. It meant it gave you some time to rationalize yourself out of falling for the raven-haired god. 

"No Horns today?" You looked up to find your coworker Sophie standing by your desk, a friendly smile on her face. You shook your head slightly in response, making her click her tongue. "Guess it comes with dating an Avenger, huh, Y/N?"

"Whoa wait. What?" you chuckled at her comment. "Dating? Sophie I'm not—"

"Shame too 'cause I was thinking of setting you up with that guy Brandon from IT? He likes you, you know. But I figured if I even tried that Loki would have my head so I never did." She gave a nervous sounding laugh toward the end, her words drowning you in even more confusion. 

The rest of the day went on without much eventfulness; you grabbed lunch with some ladies from the department, bumped into Wanda who gave you quite the peculiar apology about 'too many meetings keeping Loki away from you today', ran into Peter who gave you a similar apology, and then you spent the rest of your day tinkering away at Stark's latest project from his mega list of ideas. 

When you finally wrapped up your work for the day and made your way to your apartment within the tower, you were slightly taken aback to hear soft music coming from inside. A few months back you'd given Loki a key because you'd been reviewing for your certifications and he was making sure you hadn't forgotten to eat. You never really thought about asking for it back; of course you wouldn't, you loved him. 

Unconditionally, you sighed to yourself, lamenting in your idiocy for breaking your own rule. You didn’t even bother fighting the smile that stretched across your face when you opened the door and found the god sitting on the armchair in your living room, stealing every bit of air from your lungs as he looked at you with those expressive eyes and that smile that made you feel as if perhaps you were the only one he ever looked at like that. 

"What's all this?" you breathed out as you noted that along with the soft music floating throughout your apartment, candles were lit throughout your living room, kitchen, and dining area, and there was an arrangement of red carnations, red ranunculuses, and sunflowers at the center of your dining table. You'd casually learned the language behind flowers before you jumped three decades into the future, so the knowledge might be a tad outdated, but you knew the broad strokes.

Passion. Deep love. Adoration. Happiness. 

Is it possible? you thought in astonishment. Does he love me, too?

"I was indisposed earlier during your lunch hour, and so I'd thought that perhaps we could dine together after you'd concluded your duties for the day?" He'd stood up from the couch, walking toward you with the grace and focus that you would liken to a wolf approaching an arctic fox. Unjustifiably beautiful and on a single-minded path to devastate its prey.

In your case he most likely didn't even know it. That with every step he was dangerously ever closer to crushing your heart with one wrong move. Or just a few simple words strung together. 

"That's…really sweet of you," you murmured, a lump lodging itself in your throat as he stood not two feet from you, one of his hands reaching out to hold one of yours, hooking his fingers around yours. "Though you don't usually do all this just--"

Your words were silenced as he cupped your face with his free hand and laid his lips on yours, sending your heart soaring as you placed your hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, standing on the tips of your toes to return his kiss. 

"I'm afraid I seem to have defied one of your cardinal rules, darling," he uttered against your lips, wrapping his arm around you and lifting your feet off the ground as he walked you both further into your apartment, stopping only when your back was flush against the wall, all the while his lips never left yours. As if he was afraid that if he stopped the opportunity would never present itself again. 

"My rules?" you questioned breathlessly once he pulled away and proceeded to lightly press his lips to your cheek, your temples, and all across your face. 

"I'm not simply here so that we could share a meal, dear Y/N." He placed one more kiss to your lips before he leaned away to look into your eyes, framing your face with his hands as his thumbs stroked across your cheeks. "I've come here to present you with my heart. I've fallen in love with you, precious little mortal. Unconditionally." Your vision blurred as tears flooded your eyes, your heart beating so hard that you could feel your pulse in the shells of your ears as he wiped away the tears that had fallen. "I will gladly give you all of me. Hand over the power to exploit and abuse my love, test the limits, shatter me completely if you wish. Because I've made the decision to trust that you will not." 

"What if I mess up?" you choked through your tears. "I don't wanna hurt you." 

"I've lived through the immeasurable anguish of losing you once; there is nothing that you can do to me that could surpass that, I assure you." He tucked his fingers under your chin, gently tilting your face up to look at him. "You wish to say something. I can see it in your eyes. Whatever it is, my love, you can tell me." 

You finally set the words loose. "I love you, too. And I'm pretty sure I broke my own rules because it's unconditional, too." Your heart began to flutter in your chest at the sight of the brilliant smile stretching across his face. "I'm yours, Loki. I'm all yours." With a sheepish smile, you finished softly, "So…please don't hurt me?" 

"Never," he breathed out, tears shining in his own eyes now as you reached up, softly touching your fingertips to the sharp angles of his face and giving him an opening to turn his head and press a kiss to your palm. "You never need worry, my love." 

That night you gave yourself to him. The god that owned your heart. The one who saved your life long before he saved you from death. 

A/N: Aaaaa I'm so glad I get to give these two a happy ending especially after how I ended off Part 1 🥺 Thank you so much, Celest, for entrusting the idea of this story to me, I hope nagustuhan mo sya, bhie 💖✌️

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[mgarmagedon]

And how do yours transformers friend liked the trailer?

She is not very optimistic about it unfortunately... which I can understand, but I will write about positives first :DD

But first of all we will starts with all the good parts she said about it! She said that she is amazed of the backgrounds and she thinks that it's actually really good looking city and nature! She said that it's giving her vibes of guardians of the galaxy which I totally agree with!!!

And that is all what she said nice about it... but after hype kinda go away (I mean I'm still hyped, but not fresh after seeing trailer, so I can finally see a bigger picture kinda XD) I can understand some of her arguments!

Basically she said Orion, D-16, etc. are looking uncanny to her, to the point she is feeling weird to look at them and I... I can understand that I mean in some frames they are looking so wonky and just straight up weird.

I mean look, he Megan here looks like fucking frog, and the second frame is- is something different in bad way 👀👀👀 and kinda agree that they optics are kinda ugly, ngl these motherfuckes have better optics

She also said this movie feels like something like nickelodeon would make and it's a prequel to Earth Spark (she hates nick as I do, so yeah)

And she said that comedy (at least in trailer) write like in C class polish rom-com, which is shown in TVP 50 times a years, in every holiday (something like Kogiel Mogiel, idk what could be equivalent of this for you my not-polish followers, so sorry)

I can't kinda agree with that, because it was just a trailer and I know that in trailer should be the best parts of the movie to encourage ppl to watch it! But that was just a tiny little part of the movie, so it can't represent the wole thing :V I would say the thing we should worry about it's the number of characters in this movie, because do you remember the flop of Rise of The beast, and how many unused character there was??? XDD I still can't forgive them not using more Stratosphere >:CC

She also said that Bee probably will as irritating as he was in animated...

I mean I can see that's coming and I hope he won't like this, but yeah... But still imo this scene was funny

And kinda like the fact he looks like Goldbug in G2 :DD

So she said it didn't buy her and she won't see it (maybe on some SITES which are not fully legal...), BUT i hope next trailers will change her opinion about this movie :DD

[goldenpinof]

Gonna tinhat in your asks just because

I feel like it really WAS supposed to be a hiatus. They stepped away from the gaming channel and joint content bc Dan had a lot of projects he wanted to work on (the more serious content like big, the YouTube show, maybe even the solo tour) just to stretch his creative limbs and bc they needed to sort out the house/move, and uploading through all of that would be stressful. They were probably thinking 2-3 years tops. And then the world blew up and half of Dan's plans blew up with it

I feel like this return is GENUINE, like they've wanted to do it and just haven't been able to yet because Dan wasn't done with his stuff

i see that you have good points. it was very convenient to not have a gaming channel when they ended up living in a filming apartment with 0 space. but Dan constantly saying (through Phil sometimes) that he doesn't want to make that type of content anymore and doesn't want the gaming channel to return... it was very telling. only Phil was saying "maybe" because he was the only one actually wanting and needing it. that "maybe" was saved in case everything else went down. like a safety blanket that they always could pull out. which they did.

i understand Dan wanting a hiatus of sorts. he was burnt out. 2018 was a crazy year! it's just.. the vibes we started getting right after were very final. "Dan doesn't want it" was a final statement. and maybe he didn't want it because of other projects. he basically killed DanandPhil brand at some point, it was very apparent that he wanted to get out of that label. that he wanted a name outside a very successful duo they built throughout almost a decade. and it was fucking hard for him, you know. i understand that. the 1st project was ruined by youtube and covid. the company that he gave 10 years of his life let him down. it's a rough fucking start for a name building.

i'm simplifying a lot here, bear with me :))

i think the wad tour opened Dan's eyes a little bit. and i will take it as a win in the end of the day. it was starting very well and promising. the concept and 1st promo materials were well done. but then everything started wobbling and neither Dan nor his team was ready to deal with problems fast enough. and in contrary to how fuckups didn't really make a difference during ii NOW they made a difference. Dan couldn't make a name between 2019 and 2022, so he started going back and forth with his content. sometimes it wasn't clear who was the main target for videos, announcements and promos. i still don't know who initially was the target audience for his book. it can't be us! we know everything he wrote there. but marketing was so non-existent, it's scary how it could flop if he didn't have an audience based on DanandPhil™. his tour had somewhat of an audience also only because of the branding he was so determined to escape. although, there was a moment when he tried to advertise it for a wider audience, wasn't it? especially in the UK, where they had actual posters in the cities outside the venues. i remember having questions about why marketing shifted throughout the tour (while the script stayed the same! loser). i can't say that dystopia daily even had a target audience in mind rfbhfjekeeo

what i'm trying to say is, something changed in Dan's mind. there was a series of events that made him realise that coming back to dnpgames wasn't actually a bad idea. the European leg of his tour was the biggest mess i've ever seen. the fact that Dan explicitly threw shade on people he worked with only confirmed how bad things were. the search for a new management team, constant postponing of wad dvd, Phil's recycling content, and god knows what else – maybe it made him realise that a familiar content on a channel that everyone loves so much and will give views (and money) is what's best right now. new projects are always a risk. dnpgames isn't. and he still can work on something alongside. especially if he finally has new managers who will fight for his interests and property communicate with people they happened to work with. (allegedly. we don't know if he actually got new representatives).

if he actually had a 2-3 years plan (even 5 years plan, idc), the communicative language should have been different. but the only vibe i was getting from him right till yesterday was "i don't what to do what y'all are suggesting. period." and then he is talking about hope on twitter?! bro, as if it wasn't in your hands all this time 😭 i love him and i wish him all the best, and i'm rooting for his career more than for my own. but damn, does he not make it easy 😂

P.S. if turns out i'm wrong, forget i ever said anything. Thanos your memory out <3

[randomjreader]

My GMMTV 2024 predictions

We're about 1.5 months away from the rumoured gmmtv 2024 press conference (I'm assuming it'll be in the later half of October), so I figured it was about time I threw in my two cents on the lineup

What I want (but don't think I'll get):

Joylada bl series

If you didn't already know, I'm a massive JDPP fan, and I absolutely love their friendship, so ofc this has to be the first thing I mention. Do I think I'll get it? No, they haven't been seen together filming anything that isn't promo yet so the chances aren't high. But am I still being delulu and hoping gmmtv gives them a crazy, super chaotic bl comedy series, with dunkphuwin as brothers and joongpond as best friends who fall for them? Yes. (Bonus, the CP's get mixed around for maximum chaos)

Power rangers gang bl series

Similar to above, I think the vibes of this would be absolutely hilarious. Unlikely gmmtv would do this tho, the last time they capitalised on these cp friend groups was that series with the holy trinity (singtokrist, offgun, taynew). But with some of their biggest OGs leaving (singto, bright, ect) they might be trying to form the new generation of cp friend groups, so maybe it's not entirely implausible?

Viewjune gl series

If you follow my blog, you would know I'm Viewjune's #1 fan, so ofc I want them to get a GL series of their own. However, I honestly don't think they'll get it. One big thing about becoming an established, branded cp is fanservice, but despite being paired together for 2 shows already, there really hasn't been any interactions outside scheduled promos and a few pics here and there. Yes, this might just mean that they don't wanna feed into fanservice, but a part of me also thinks that it might mean they are trying to phase this ship out before people get too attached, possibly to explore mixing the cps up, which I will get more into later.

Prigkhing in a gl

The way I wanna see this so bad; Prigkhing would totally kill it in a GL, she already has chemistry with every girl she's put on screen with. But I'm not sure if GMMTV would actually do this, though this might be the most probable from this list.

Forcebook-pondphuwin bl series

Full disclosure, I want this solely because I love forcepond's friendship. They have similar humour, and it would be hilarious to see them play best friends (or lovers if gmmtv is ballsy enough to mix up their BL cps 👀). Even if the series flops I'd be invested solely for all the chaotic BTS. Also, the visuals would be serving. We all saw that one post of them in the gym right? Exactly.

Leading roles for the underutilised gmmtv artists

I'm talking about people like Drake, Mike, Aun, Bimbeam, Ploypach, ect. They are all so talented, but it feels like gmmtv hardly uses them (not so much on Ploypach, heavy on Bimbeam). GIVE OPPORTUNITIES TO YOUR OTHER ARTISTS PLEASE.

AJ and JJ leads series

These two needed a whole separate point for themselves. They have been with gmmtv for a while now, and they've literally been in like, 70% of gmmtv's series, yet not a single leading role for them. They have so much potential, not just because they are identical twins (how many of these companies have that), but also because they're really talented. GMMTV, stop overlooking them and give them their well deserved leading roles please.

Mark Pakin and Pond Naravit as twins series

Speaking of twins, forget GeminiPhuwin for a sec, I want to see THESE TWO play twins. They look so goddamn alike (imo more than geminiphuwin do), and they are both so funny without even trying, they would be great in a comedy together. Or hell, even a lakorn, they both have experience in those. Give me Mark as the outgoing, confident older twin and Pond as the shy, more introverted younger twin, and hell while we're at it throw in Milk Pansa as their older sister who's so done with their shit but loves them very much, because she raised them after their parents died.

What I'm expecting:

Geminifourth bl series

This one has already been confirmed, so really not much to say about it. Hell, I'm pretty sure gmmtv will give them 2 series instead of just one. I'm hoping to finally see red flag Gemini (but watch him be the one to fall first AGAIN)

Pondphuwin bl series

This one also has been subtly, sort of confirmed by Phuwin, and I'm holding on to all that hope. I never really understood why people were acting as if Pond is dropping out of the industry simply bcs he said he was going back to school, like he still needs to earn money to support himself and his family y'all, pondphuwin aren't going anywhere (not with their current popularity). It's literally giving the same energy as everyone freaking out when he tweeted about wanting to further his career in dance one day, and when he supported Santa when he went to join Fantasy Boys, because they thought that meant he was leaving the bl industry to focus on dance. Like pls everyone, relax. More likely than not it just means he'll get less work, probably only one 2024 series with phuwin and your usual artist appearances.

Dunkphuwin bg series

This one I've seen rumours of already, and hell yeah I'm so down for this. It's probably the closest we'll ever get to a joylada series, which makes sense since Dunk is graduating while Joong and Pond are probably going to be spending more time on school (we don't talk about Phuwin, Mr "I got into Uni at 16 while also working and am currently very close to graduating with honours" is crazy smart and can basically do anything). I'm hoping to see them play brothers (GMMTV don't you dare mess up that golden opportunity) and maybe have them paired up with Jaoying for Phuwin and a new gmmtv actress for Dunk.

Winnysatang bl series

Of all GMMTV's established cps, they are one of the only ones who have yet to get their own series, and given their immense popularity (they already have fanmeets of their own), it's highly likely to be getting their own series. I'd be surprised if they didn't. I'm hoping for some dark angsty drama for them, enemies to lovers or maybe even a forbidden love type of thing?

At least 2 new gl series

With their growing popularity, GMMTV would be dumb not to hop into this bandwagon. They've already started with 23.5, and that show has a lot of anticipation already. I'm thinking that 2024 is going to be the year of GL experimentation for them, where they mix and match a bunch of their actresses to find some new cps, hell they might even put together a GL ensemble series to compete with Love Senior that's coming from StarHunter.

But also, I think gmmtv might use this new gl experimentation to also experiment with not having established cps at all. It's something I've seen a number of fans talk about, not having established cps, and seeing what they've done in MLC and OF, two extremely popular series, it might be something they find worth exploring. However, no way in hell would gmmtv risk it on their bl guys, they earn too much money from them. So, if they're gonna do it, they'll more likely do it with their actresses, since there is really only one fully established gl cp so far (milklove), and a million other gl ghostships. Hence why I said I didn't think viewjune would get their own series, I think gmmtv might want to try pairing View up with a bunch of different girls, bcs let's be real she has chemistry with everyone.

Some pairings I'm hoping to see are NamtanFilm, PiployPrim, PiployEarn, CiizeEarn, JaneCiize, Viewtu, PrigkhingPrim, ect. Honestly I'll take anyone there's endless amounts of options if gmmtv would just open their eyes and utilise their women for once.

A pairing of 2 gmmtv rookies

Every year, there's usually an introduction of new CPs, and gmmtv has recently signed in a bunch of new people, so they'll definitely be used in 2024. Most likely they'll be put in as a side couple, but I would like to see gmmtv be ballsy and give leading roles to completely new actors (hey, it worked for gemfourth didn't it).

Dewjane bg series

I'm currently catching up on Homeschool, and Dewjane have crazy good chemistry. They also have quite a fanbase (go look at Jane's comments section of her Barbie post), so I don't see why gmmtv wouldn't take advantage of it and give them

Homeschool season 2

I've see rumours about this, and fuck I would love to see this. A whole new generation of students under new leadership, I think it would be interesting. Cast a bunch of the new artists, and some of the older ones like Prim, Phuwin and Gemini. Throw in Mike as a teacher while you're at it.

Firstkhaotung bl series

Listen, they are absolutely one of GMMTV's biggest cashcows rn, up there with geminifourth. They are literally the first cp to get an international fanmeet OUTSIDE ASIA, which is a huge huge achievement. They are also both incredibly incredibly talented, and super versatile too. Gmmtv has to give them a new series, preferably a comedy or something cute and lighthearted this time, because yes I know they do angst so well and are very pretty criers, but give them a break from crying let's all be happy for once HAHAHAHA

Markford bl series

Yes yes, I know we are in NeoMark era rn, but who says we can't have both huh? Markford were so godamn popular, in a way I don't think gmmtv expected, and I feel like with the Markford fandom still well and alive they might try again with them. Just to add to the chaos why not have a new NeoMark series too, have both fandoms happy (or competing) the entire year.

Even better, have all three of them in a love triangle, and have both fandoms warring, only for the show to end with all three of them getting together in a little polyamorous relationship. And let P'Jojo direct this one he'll know what to do.

Other works I want to see:

SIZZY CONCERT/ALBUM

I truly cannot stress this enough. GMMTV, THEY HAVE BEEN A GIRL GROUP FOR YEARS NOW, AND ALL YOU'VE LET THEM GIVE US IS 3 SOLO SONGS AND 2 COLLABS? NOT EVEN AN ALBUM OR A CONCERT? I'm literally begging on my knees, please please utilise them. I will literally buy a ticket to Thailand to watch their concert if you're so concerned about earning a profit, I swear I will just give them a shot. Even just an EP will do.

Joongdunk variety show

A lot of gmmtv's popular CP's have gotten their own already (EMS, LBW, FBS, ect), so I think it's about time Joongdunk got one too. It'll be hilarious, and I will be expecting pondphuwin to show up as guests thank you very much.

Milklove variety show

With how late in 2023 23.5 is going to be released, I don't think milklove will get a new series in 2024, but being the only real established GL pairing right now, I don't think gmmtv will just forget about them, so instead I want them to get their own little variety show, maybe something to do with crafting or travel.

Safehouse season 5: girls edition

After the disaster that was the last safehouse season, a part of me never wants that show to be a thing again, but the possibility of seeing all the gmmtv girls under one roof is too tempting. Who knows, maybe this will be what saves the Safehouse series. I would wanna see all the Sizzy girls, Namtan, Film, Milk, Earn, Prigkhing, View, June and Jaoying.

Final thoughts

Like many others, I'm thinking that there will be 10 new QLs — 8 BLs and 2 GLs, but of the 8 BLs I would like 2 of them to have a GL side couple, so 4 GL couples in total. I'm also thinking of probably 5 or so BG series.

If you've made it this far, damn. Thank you for reading my very long post. And if you make your own, tag me or something I would love to read about everyone's theories.

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 11: "Can you stand?"

It's Friday night, I spent $300 on a new battery for my car yesterday so I'm sitting quietly, eating cereal for dinner and watching the Taylor Swift Folklore doco thing on Disney+ which is honestly such a vibe. I wish I could write songfics again I have so many thoughts all of a sudden lmao.

Initially this was a whump prompt, but I wanted to write something happy so here are some dumb (drunk) Daggers on the sauce :)

Little treat of suggested Hangster; it's Friday night and yeah. Hangster, right?

The Daggers had all dressed warm for the occasion; even Phoenix who was from Colorado and used to subzero temperatures had donned her puffer jacket and a warm hat. Hangman, having not really seen a real Texas winter since he left home at 18, was pouting and almost shaking from the cold as he stood close to the fire. The team had joked that Rooster was going to show up in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans even in freezing temperatures but he’d dressed warm, beanie on and moustache turned downward as he tried to get Hangman to move over in front of the wood fire.

“Remind me again why we did this?” Payback muttered. He and Fanboy had curled up on the nearest couch, fully dressed and a blanket to counteract the cold air. They’d all only gotten to the cabin in the snow about an hour ago and were still waiting for it to warm up. Bob was standing off to the side with Coyote but both moved when they realised Hangman had managed to get the fire going a little harder.

“Because last Christmas, no offence guys, fuckin’ sucked,” Fanboy commented. No one could disagree; it had sucked. There was no particular reason... it just sucked.

“And we could do with some time out of San Diego,” Phoenix agreed. She glanced over her shoulder at Hangman, an eyebrow raised.

“Are you good?”

“I’m cold, of course I’m not good,” he complained. Everyone snorted in amusement, then Bob quietly cleared his throat.

“I did... bring something that might help with that.”

“Bob, sex toys are not group conversation topics,” Coyote deadpanned which earned laughter amongst the group. Bob rolled his eyes.

“No, asshole, I meant the hot chocolate in my bag.”

“Wait; I have schnapps.”

Fanboy kicked the blanket on to Payback who happily took it and went to grab said alcohol while Bob produced the hot chocolate and went into the kitchen to start making it. Rooster smirked at Hangman, who glared straight back.

“You still cold?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

Payback patted the spot Fanboy had left empty.

“It’s so much better under the blanket, man.”

Hangman grumbled, but promptly flopped into the spot. Payback tossed him the spare blanket on the back of the couch and Phoenix stifled a giggle when the only piece of him visible was a tuft of blonde hair. Fanboy waved the bottle of peppermint schnapps on his way into the kitchen to help Bob, which earned cheers and clapping. Coyote nudged his best friend.

“At least it’s not tequila; you’re a slut on tequila.”

“Everyone’s a little slutty when tequila’s involved,” Hangman muttered. He yawned and Payback grinned.

“Think he’s finally warming up.”

“The only person more of an asshole when they’re cold is Mav,” Rooster mused. The smell of hot chocolate wafted through the room and they all admitted to themselves that they’d probably be hungover tomorrow... except for Bob, who would do what he usually did and make a solid hangover breakfast. That and make sure everyone was drinking water before they went to bed.

-

Considering they were in the middle of nowhere in a cabin in the snow, the Daggers were actually enjoying themselves. Maverick had declined the invitation, happy to spend Christmas with Penny and Amelia but had requested photos when they managed to get into the small town nearby. They’d done a food shop before arriving and were now thoroughly sloshed on peppermint schnapps hot chocolate, the nachos they’d managed to put together tipsy and the episode of Bondi Rescue they’d started but had to stop because they were too busy giggling at the worst moments (Fanboy) or complaining that they weren’t able to follow the story (Rooster). Phoenix had managed to convince Hangman to share his blanket and she was now sitting beside him, pretending she gave a shit about some college football thing he was ranting about.

Truly; if you asked her, she’d tell you she had no idea what he was on about.

She just knew she had a warm cup of hot chocolate in her hands and she was leaning on his shoulder as he talked a million miles an hour. Bob was watching the others as they milled about the cabin, warming up with said spiked hot chocolate and the wood fire Bob was now (firmly) in charge of considering they were all sloshed. He’d already had to shoo away multiple drunk Daggers from turning it into a cabin fire rather than a comfortable warmth.

“Don’t you think y’all should get to bed? You’re warm enough now to sleep through the night,” he suggested. To his surprise none of them complained, gathering their phones and each other to go to bed. Bob had been planning to share a room with Rooster but when he watched Hangman lean in to whisper in his ear and receive a positive response he made the educated decision that it was better for him to sleep on the couch. From past experience, they did tend to seek each other out but nothing actually happened; they’d wake up fully clothed, hungover and tangled together. He wasn’t going to get between them, other than making sure they were in the recovery position before he went to sleep. It was his past EMT training; they were all mostly responsible adults but he always checked on his friends before going to bed when they’d all been drinking considering he wasn’t interested in that activity.

-

The next morning, sure enough, Hangman stirred with his head on a warm chest and what felt like a sledgehammer in his head. He groaned, lifting a hand to his forehead. Rooster huffed.

“Dude; I was really enjoying that.”

Jake glanced up, smiling at Bradley.

“Happened again?”

“Just like any other time. At least you’re warm now. S’lot more quiet when you’re warm.”

Hangman reached up to take Rooster’s phone from him, interrupting the tiktok he’d apparently been watching. He went to move on to his stomach but Rooster stopped him.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. There was a lot of spiked hot chocolate last night.”

“Don’t remind me.”

They lay there together for a little longer. Finally Rooster sucked in a breath.

“I need to get up.”

“Can you stand?”

Silence.

“Fuck off, Seresin. Can you stand my ass.”

Jake shifted off his chest, watching Bradley make his way to the end of the bed. He paused on the edge, grimacing.

“Still findin’ your legs?” Jake grinned sleepily. He got a middle finger salute for his efforts.

“Go find Bob; he’s probably starting breakfast.”

Bradley finally stood, making his way into the bathroom down the hallway. Jake watched him go, groaning.

“Of course you had to mention breakfast. Hey, fuck you asshole.”

“Ask nicely!”

That was the last glimpse Jake got of Bradley before he went into the bathroom. The door softly closed behind him and Jake sighed.

Time to go find Bob... and the others, potentially. He did hear whispers of a snowball fight the night before.

-

“How is everyone this morning- woah, Tash. You look like... don’t worry, I won’t finish that sentence.”

Apparently Phoenix had gone to bed with her mascara still on and hadn’t had a chance to scrub it off yet- she was hunched over at the island in the kitchen, cradling the cup of coffee and the bottle of water Bob had placed in front of her. Coyote looked up when Hangman came in, smirking.

“You and Bradshaw?”

“What- no, not like that man. He’s like a furnace.”

Coyote snorted, but offered Hangman the Tylenol and a bottle of water anyway.

“Sure, whatever you say. How is he this morning?”

“Showering I think- Bob, you’re my favourite person right now.”

“Oh!”

Bob turned from the stove where he was frying bacon and scrambling eggs, a blush covering his cheeks.

“I- I guess I just thought because I wasn’t hungover I’d make y’all breakfast.”

“We always appreciate it, Bob, thanks... and for keeping us safe. You think we don’t know about the recovery position or forcing us to drink water so we don’t wake up dehydrated and hungover? We’re so grateful.”

“Payback’s right, man,” Fanboy affirmed, “you’re the newest to our group but we do appreciate you.”

“Damn, what’s this? Appreciating Bob hours? Without me?”

Hangman stared dead ahead when he felt a kiss pressed to his temple as Rooster passed by him, smelling clean and like he’d brushed his teeth. Coyote met Hangman’s blank stare and stifled his laugh into his elbow as a cough, nudging Phoenix who was still curled up on a bar stool.

“You good, ‘Nix?”

“Fuck off, Bradshaw. I get it, you’re big and strong and alcohol doesn’t affect you as bad-“

“-do you not remember that one time I literally hurled in Penny’s carpark and she came to see if I was alright?”

He was in a good mood; Fanboy and Payback exchanged a glance, then stood to help Bob with finishing breakfast.

Hangman was starting to get cold again and glanced over his shoulder at the wood fire that had kept them going overnight. It was out and by the looks of it would take a while to get going. He took a look around and did the next best thing; plastered his body against Rooster’s side and internally hoped the warmth radiating from him would keep him toasty while Fanboy and Coyote got the fire going again.

“You good?”

Rooster’s moustache twitched in amusement as he glanced down at the other aviator glued to him. Jake nodded, slipping his hands under Bradley’s jacket to get them warm too which earned a hiss.

“Fuck, your hands are cold. A little warning next time would be nice.”

“Tasha lift your head up and open your eyes enough you can see what I’m giving you.”

Bob, forever the former-EMT and good friend, was coaxing her to drink water and take Aspirin whilst the others put everything for breakfast on the coffee table instead of the dining table. He took her cup of coffee from her, leaving her with water.

“Down that and then try to eat some toast. You missed out on Hangman blue-screening because Rooster kissed him.”

“It wasn’t a kiss-“

“-more like a check in-“

Phoenix lifted her head. Fanboy went to get her a makeup wipe, too scared to ask. He figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

“I have no doubt I’ll see it more than I really wanted to later, don’t worry.”

Despite the teasing from their friends, neither Jake or Bradley make a move to separate. Bob shrugged.

“Let’s get you guys some food, maybe we could go see town today if you’re not still legally drunk.”

“We gotta get more hot chocolate... and schnapps.”

“Absolutely not,” Phoenix said at the same time Payback enthusiastically agreed with Coyote’s statement. Rooster glanced down at Hangman and the face he made was so similar to the one he made on the carrier after the Dagger mission that Hangman just burst out laughing.

"They're gonna be so obnoxious this whole trip," Payback sighed.

"Least Hangman's not bitching about being cold," Fanboy supplied. Everyone agreed, including Rooster, and Hangman glared at him.

"Fuck all of you."

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