#wasn't originally gonna do anything but well i'm not super happy with what i already posted for their anniversary

[vegancas]

...or forgotten ⟿ for @starcrosseddeancas‘s disneynatural event 💖

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys imagine, Roach died, before the creation of 141, but Soap is able to see his ghost. He was originally following Ghost around, really annoyed that he was using his death as an excuse to not get close to anyone, but when he found out Soap could see him and talk to him he started following him around instead.

And they get really close, like two peas in a pod, except they have to be discreet about it because no one else can see or hear Roach, and they'd think Soap was crazy if they saw him talking to no one.

They use that for shenanigans too: Roach will go follow someone else and report back to Soap, Gaz is genuinely starting to believe Soap has superpowers or something. It's really useful on missions as well, and Soap managed to successfully rescue team members thanks to Roach being able to move through walls and everything.

(Roach is not the only ghost Soap is able to see btw, just the only one he's talking to.)

And then Roach is witnessing his past lover trying really hard to not fall in love with Soap, and Soap trying really hard to not do anything about the love he already feels, and he has to try and convince Soap that he is dead. During that conversation he finds out that something else that keeps Soap from doing something is that he feels very confused about everything because he also has feeling for Roach.

So now Roach has to try and convince him that even if he was still alive he wouldn't have a problem with that. He's known for a while that he was polyamorous, but he hadn't really dared talking to Ghost about that because he thinks he's jealous and possessive.

And Soap is like "oh yeah, you want me to go say to Ghost 'don't worry about your dead lover that I'm not supposed to know, he's actually polyamorous and also in love with me, I know because his ghost told me!' ??? I'm sure he's gonna take that well!"

But Roach is nothing if not resourceful and he manages to put Soap in situations where he's forced to interact with Ghost, and eventually they kiss and their relationship is beginning to be something. They're not really sure what.

And Roach is sad, because he has to watch the two men he loves being in love without him, yes, but at least they're both happy, and it makes him feel a bit better. And then during a mission Ghost almost dies.

Because he was alone and Soap and Gaz were together, Roach was following Ghost this time, ready to fly to Soap in an instant if there was any problems. But there was and he didn't have time, so he instinctively grabbed the gun being pointed towards Ghost's head and moved it as the person was shooting, saving Ghost's life, giving him enough time to shoot the enemy himself.

But even as the threat is eliminated, Ghost is still looking up from where he's on the ground, staring right through him, looking shocked. No, not right through him, he realises when he moves to the side and Ghost's eyes follow him. He also realises that he grabbed the gun. He's never grabbed anything before, in all his years of being a ghost.

Then suddenly Ghost's eyes move wildly around, and he figures he disappeared from his view. He can still go through the walls, but he's kept the ability to grab stuff when he wants. It gives him a ton of new possibilities, to fuck with people and, of course, to touch Soap.

"I wish you were actually alive," Soap whispers to him, holding his hands against his face as he's falling asleep.

"What the fuck," comes Ghost's voice the next morning, waking both of them up - wait, since when could Roach sleep?

Soap doesn't understand immediately, because he's always been able to see Roach. But Ghost is standing in the door, looking straight at dead past lover.

Turns out Soap is a necromancer and he had no idea, though the whole 'I can see dead people' should probably have told him sooner that he wasn't normal... The more he wishes Roach is alive, the more he actually is. And they all end up happy and together. And Gaz is very happy to have won the bet that Soap indeed has superpowers.

The day Roach says, in a wondering voice, "I... I think I'm hungry" is the day they understand that something is really happening and he's actually coming back to life.

(Also, Soap has no control at all on his abilities, he has no idea what does what and why, he knows nothing. No one knows.)

[auroraknux]

So, earlier this year, I talked about doing a super angsty version of the eel scene in the Mario movie. I've had a completed draft of it for a while, but I wasn't happy with it. Looking at it now, I think maybe it wasn't as bad as I felt like it was. I still want to rewrite a lot of it, but maybe I don't need to completely start over like I was originally planning. In fact, I've already starting revising it a little!

Anyway, I wanted to share a snippet of the current WIP. This is the part where the original movie dialogue kicks in, and where it really starts to diverge. (Everything here is subject to change in the final version.)

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“So this is the end.” Donkey King's voice jolted Mario out of his thoughts. “Being slowly digested by an eel, next to an idiot in overalls.”

“Well, at least your brother isn't gonna die because of you,” Mario said bitterly.

“At least you're not gonna die with your dad thinking you're a joke.”

Mario turned his back to him, hunching in on himself. “My dad thinks I’m a joke too.”

“Yeah? Well…your dad’s right!”

Mario felt as if DK’s words had shot him in the chest.

“He needs to learn to defend himself! How's he supposed to do that when you keep coddling him?”

“How's he supposed to make it to college if he keeps having to help you study?”

“And the worst part? You're bringing your brother down with you.”

A sound came out. It sounded like both a laugh and a sob.

“You know what? Yeah. He was right. I did bring my brother down with me.” His voice began to crack. “And not just him! I brought everyone down with me! Toad, the princess, the entire Kong army, the Mushroom Kingdom…and even you. You're all going to die because of me.”

His vision blurred. His voice became weaker. “All because I wanted to prove to my dad that I could do something right. But it's just like he always said: I’m reckless and impulsive, and I don't think.”

“Whoa, okay, chill out--”

“And you!” Mario turned towards him, his despair turning to rage. He no longer had control of the words leaving his mouth. “You don't care about anyone! You only care about yourself! So why don't you just go in a corner and smash some stuff, smash monkey?!”

Donkey Kong growled. “I am more…than a guy…who smashes things!” He punctuated each pause with a pound of his fists. “I'm a prince! I was going to be king someday!”

“Yeah, a terrible one!”

Donkey Kong snapped. He rushed towards Mario, grabbing him by the overall straps.

“Shut up! You don't know anything about me! You're not the one who has an entire kingdom to disappoint!”

They both went silent. Nothing but the sound of DK’s heavy breathing.

[bonkbong]

tgif (part 2)

Soobin POV

"Why do I already feel like a terrible person?"

My words wavered as we headed toward the courtyard where Donavon was waiting for us and I could feel my heart nearly collapsing at the thought of canceling on him the day of our plans that we had set weeks in advance.

Granted those plans were fake to prepare for now but still...

I felt like a horrible person then and I feel even more horrible now.

"Just think of the end goal and you'll be alright," Mark whispered.

The warmth of May touched our frigid skin and despite the sun shining and everything seeming like an ideal happy day, I felt severely under the weather and sick to my stomach as my eyes landed on Donavon talking away with Jisoo and Jongho. With every step we took my stomach grew tighter and tighter until I felt lightheaded and suddenly had the urge to vomit up everything I had eaten the last two days.

"Mark, I can't...," I suddenly stopped.

"Are you alright?" he frowned.

"I feel really bad about this. I think if I go over there I'm gonna be sick," I gulped, my hands fiddling with the end of my shorts as they suddenly grew clammy.

"Just let me do all the talking," was all he offered.

Then he dragged me over to the trio that was suddenly interested in the two of us.

"Soobin, Mark!" Jisoo smiled.

"Are yall ready to go?" Donavon asked, excitement written all over his face.

It made a violent swirl rock against my stomach lining.

"Uh...about that...," Mark cleared his throat.

Jongho immediately stood while helping Jisoo stand as well, ushering her towards the gates.

"We'll catch you guys around," he waved.

"What's the problem?" Donavon suddenly asked while looking between us.

I focused my attention elsewhere while Mark began the start of the lie Jihyo wanted us to feed him.

"I know we were supposed to hang out today but our coach called this emergency meeting for all the seniors to prepare for our senior night and-"

"Just say you don't want to hang out, Mark," Donavon interrupted.

"That's not-"

"Yes, the fuck it is," he continued, snatching up his belongings. "Everybody has either canceled on me or just won't get back to me about the shit we had planned and honestly, it's fine. I'll just spend my birthday by myself and hope I can at least get a happy birthday from everybo-"

Suddenly, my stomach couldn't hold any more guilt and everything from lunch came up and out onto the grass with a vengeance. My knees grew weak and caved in which rendered me completely immobile as I vomited nonstop into the grass as if I was battling morning sickness or a really bad stomach virus.

"Donavon, it's not like that. We really did want to go out with you," Mark tried to plead.

But Donavon wasn't the slightest bit moved.

"Fuck you, Mark. And Soobin. And everybody else who canceled on me this week. Yall clearly aren't my real friends," he mumbled.

The steel gates then shuddered shortly after which finally allowed me to breathe since the day started and I was left hunched over my own vomit while Mark attempted to console the guilt that weighed heavy in my chest.

"You honestly handled that a lot better than I originally thought," he encouraged.

"...thanks," I coughed while cleaning myself up with some wipes.

"Let's go find the others so we can update them"

In no time, we found the party planning committee in the empty cafeteria seemingly going over all the small details before tomorrow arrived but their conversation ceased once they saw both of us take a seat.

"Did you do it?" I'Vin asked.

"We did," Mark assured.

"Everything is now in motion," Sana clapped.

"Now, we just have to move everything to the house, pick up the cake tomorrow morning, get the last of the decorations put up, pick up the food and frozen stuff, make sure the desserts are delivered, and...we should be fine," Aloni smiled.

"Remember, don't mention anything about the party or even his birthday. We need to keep up the act that everyone is super busy and didn't even have time to remember his birthday came, okay?" Jihyo looked around.

"Does the rest of the group chat know?" Mingyu frowned.

"They do," Nayeon nodded. "We made a separate group chat to tell them and we managed to gather everyone before they all left to remind them as well as give them things to do since we've been carrying most of the weight anyway," she shrugged.

"Well, team...," Yeji clapped.

"Tomorrow all our hard work pays off," Ryujin stood from the table.

"See yall bright and early!"

[leviticus101st]

My Live Tweet thread of Gen:Lock

(I copy and pasted a Twitter Thread of my reaction to Gen:Lock. I'm more active on Twitter, so if ya want to see more from me, my @ is LeviJones101st)

I don't usually do this, but I decided to live tweet my watch through of Gen:Lock.

Let's see if this shit show was worth all the workplace abuse and fucking over of the Nomad of Nowhere.

Spoilers: I believe the answer is gonna be no.

Okay. Starting out and this is more of a small thing, but I've gotten really sick of Sci fi settings that always like showing off how super advanced they are by showing technology that does not look like it'd be used.

Like Dave and his girlfriend decided to take leave to visit his mom with……some kind of physical hologram?

Why? Why do this instead of just physically going there?

My nitpicking aside. This opener is actually really solid, establishing this mysterious threat that I totally didn't spoil myself on and making the main hero look likable.

"How did it get so close?!" Lady. If nome of you noticed that thing, ya'll would have fallen apart even if this Union thing wasn't around.

Okay, this opening episode was actually pretty good.

And….wooow that Theme Song does not match this kind of show. It's apparently a licensed song, which is just baffling to me.

They forced people from their other projects to rush their work on this show, they had a moral line not to force a rush job from Jeff and Casey Williams?

I mean, I'm happy for them not being forced to crunch out or anything, I just find it funny that's where they draw the line.

I like that Chase is actually taking all of this very well.

It's actually quite nice.

OH MY GOD! THEY SAID THE THANG! can I go home now?

Doc….I think they're meeting their future regardless……I mean the future is the time that isn't now…….so technically they'll never meet it.

Also, I do believe that people should grieve however they can……but Miranda is kind of an asshole. At least the lady in MoU said 'good to say ya again'

I actually really love Weller. He is just so casual about everything and I love it.

I'm actually getting into this show. It is a bit slow though, ESPECIALLY for an 8 episode season.

"Making soldiers out of children!" Lady. These are grown ass adults. We're these guys meant to be like teenagers originally?

WELLER! JUST TELL THEM THE SPY WASN'T COMPATIBLE!

Weller's speech about "making a difference" is actually quite nice.

I'm already halfway through S1 and while it's been slow going, I'm actually really enjoying myself so far.

Hey. They're saying the RWBY thing.

This Nemesis thing is actually pretty cool.

And the action is actually pretty solid.

Being in a digital space where you control the mech and can affect the mind and personality of the mech pilot is actually a very interesting concept.

I'm sure somewhere this idea was done before, but this is an interesting concept.

The Chase clone twist is actually very compelling.

"Your Deus Ex Machina!"

That's actually a very clever double meaning with the phrase, kudos.

It took us til the end of the season, but we finally got the genlocks in their promoted designs.

The designs do clash with the shows visual aesthetic, but they are actually cool.

Okay. Overall, this first season was actually pretty good.

I'll be watching the second season tommorow, since it's like 10:00 where I live and i have a cavity filling tommorow.

So if what I heard about Season 2 is true, ill be in for a double whammy of pain.

Got a cavity filling and I can't feel the left side of my mouth.

Sounds like the perfect condition to watch Gen:Lock S2. I might be out of it, so maybe there won't be much live tweeting.

Hopefully, people were just overexaggerating how bad it is and it's just okay at worst.

Though I doubt it given what I've heard.

Okay this theme song matches the show better……but honestly this one just sucks.

And immediately it's clear that it's a different person writing for the show.

"Kazu is just whining" no, he’s not. You're just being childish Chase.

Aside from some awkwardness with the new creative team, this first episode was actually pretty solid.

Are they…….are they trying to make the Union look like they were in the right?????¿

Also, a good showcase of why you can't just stretch something into a 16:9 screen format

The Union:

Did the priest dude just use a deadass evil switch.

Wow, they really are tying to present this as a grey on grey conflict, aren't they?

Oh my lord they are.

OH WOELW! THAT SEX SCENE JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!

It was a literal sex scene jumpscare.

Hmmmmmmm. I wonder if the Union, the guys who committed mass Terrorist actions, make machines that are over the topply evil, and took over the world, are the good guys.

Yasamin is the only character making sense in this damn show.

"They were so peaceful!" NO THEY WEREN'T! WE SAW GROUPS OF PEOPLE COMMITING SUICIDE! THERE IS NO RELIGION ON THE PLANET THAT ENDORSES IT!

HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN FROM A RELIGION FUSION DANCE ANYWAY?!

Cammie girl, lass, my sister in christ….YOU LITERALLY CHANGED YOUR PERSONALITY! WHY CAN'T KAZU DO THE SAME!

Whose idea was it to throw in all the sex stuff?????? It's not gritty or gross or whatever, IT'S JUST BIZARRE!

Also, why did nobody mention this climate crisis in Season 1?

Also, are they trying to make the Union look like a cult, because that's what it looks like to me.

This shallow samurai shit made to crap on old school anime is actually crapping on bad modern anime.

No seriously, this roboshogun stuff makes me cringe so hard.

It's trying to mock old mecha anime like Gundam and the like, but instead it's giving me the vibe of a bad high-school anime that came out in the early 2010's.

Also, this might just be a me thing, but this attempt to jump around the timeline is really annoying. Just transition to one story and say their happening at the same time, yesh.

Toxic masculinity stuff. I am totally tapped out on this.

Another JumpSex. That's my new nickname for it.

AND WHY IS THIS BEING SHOW WITH INTERCUTS TO CHASE'S ACTUALLY INTERESTING STUFF.

"See how the Polity wars!" I do see……it is significantly better than how you guys do it

Wow…..Cammie is kind of a brat.

Wow. This making the polity bad shit is annoying.

And of course……Kazu's dead.

Who the fuck kills off a character after their arc just finished?!

Like……..narratively what does this accomplish????? And no 'showing the hardship of war' is not a good reason.

All this 'grey on grey morality ' shit has done is make me hate all the characters.

Except for Kazu and Yasamin…….and they killed the former. And the latter I only like because she is the only one calling out everyone's bullshit.

And now I have to listen to Marin try and justify fascism.

MAYBE TURN OFF THE SCREAMING HEADS WHEN PRESENTING YOUR SELL'S PITCH!

'Like my old one, but different' I want to throw a dictionary at your head.

This Chase corruption plot is actually cool and interesting, a shame it's not the actual focus of this damn season.

They're trying way too hard to portray the 'Flow' as a good thing.

"Man, this roboshogun thing is so graphic!"

Why are you people affected by a 2D cartoon with blood in it when you've seen a bunch of corpses.

Also, mandatory joke about how 3D characters see live action shows and that kinda thing.

Ew……just ew.

Marin is trying to stop a cult from ruling the world and everyone is trying to stop her 'evul' plan.

I hate well intentioned extremists Union. I hate it so much.

I love mechanic dude and I can never remember his name.

I have to say the LowTierGod cinematic universe is turning out to be extremely lame so far.

I praised RWBY Vol9 when It did this thing, but I think this show makes that stuff worst in hindsight.

Also, why is Cammie's model look so weird????

Does…..typo

WAITAMINUTE! YOU MEAN THE EVIL CULT WHO TRIES TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD IS EVIL?!

God, the ceo mech is so ugly

I haven't mentioned this, but man this show is so much uglier now

I actually really like the Chase plot, it's just a shame that it's buried in so much crap.

Oh my god, the last episode, I'm almost done here.

I'm all burnt out on this show. I'm just gonna point out what's funny from now.

YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF NOW!-The Ultimate Message of Gen:Lock

I love this dumb fucking ai thing so much.

God, at times the dialogue is so fucking bad.

God, I hate Sinclair so bad.

Also, the body horror is so lame.

Lmao! This beast thing was made out to be so big and might and yet it's so small next to the skyscrapers.

That's it? That's the climax???????????? WHAT?!

THAT'S THE CLIMAX?! THAT WAS SO ANTI CLIMATIC WHAT THE HELL!

Also, Genlock's message…..it's proud theme?!

What did Chase's sister do to get to New York exactly????

I'm gonna fucking scream.

That's it? THAT'S IT?!

Fuck this 2nd season!

Fuck the higher ups for abusing the staff!

Fuck the pornbots who keep liking this thread!

IM DONE!

I did this whole ass thread and I appreciate absolutely none of it.

On the plus side, I can feel the left side of my face again….mostly.

[jelli3fantasy]

Enchanted to meet you F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley(hp) x fem!reader (Implied gryffindor reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summery: you've known the Weasley twins since first year and since then, you've never left eachothers sides. Everyone knew you had feelings for the more flirtatious twin, except him, so when you find out that he's asked out Angelina to the yule ball, you had to find a way to bury your feelings before you let it slip.

Warnings: angst, angst, and more angst. Mentions of "y/n", !not proof-read!

a/n: I tried to make this as inclusive as possible, although I will say in this story she has hair past her shoulders but that's pretty much it. Also I wrote this about the song <Enchanted> by Taylor swift, so I recommend you listen to that while listening. Btw this is SUPER LOOSELY based on a fic I read but I can't find the original, so if it seems familiar feel free to tag them!

This is part ⅓, and I havent exactly figured out the plan for the next few chapters, BUT I can tell you, the dance is not in this chapter, it's in the next because I got distracted and wrote a little too much for this chapter

Anyways, enjoy!

It was breakfast when he first mentioned it. He didn't even tell us properly, he just let it slip without noticing.

"Hey so I was thinking maybe we could do group photos before we head to the ball, y'know everyone with their dates. I ready asked Angelina if she was up for it, she said it was a great idea."

I don't think he even noticed what he had said, he just kept his head down looking at his food. George gave he a knowing look, and my throat went dry. He had know about my feelings for Fred since third year, when he practically got on his knees, begging, to see why I was always so flustered around Fred. I didn't bother looking into George's eyes, because I knew if I did, there was a high chance that I wouldn’t be able to keep my composure. Fred spoke again before we got the chance to say anything.

"By the way y/n, Angelina was wondering of you wanted to go dress shopping with her."

For the first time this morning fred looked up from his plate, directing his gaze to me. My heart stopped for a second when our eyes met. It wasn't anything new but this time felt...different. I hadn't even realized I was staring till George cleared his throat. I flicker my eyes for a split second to meet with George's eyes, only to switch my focus back to Fred. I cleared my throat before answering.

"That sounds great but, I already said I'd go with ginny."

I gave him my best fake smile. I hadn't told him the whole truth but it wasn't a complete lie. I had asked ginny to go with me, but she said she had already gotten a dress. So I decided to go alone to get one.

"Oh that's a shame."

He directed his attention back to his plate. Throughout the rest of the day, you tried to avoid him and Angelina. It's not like you hated her, it was just hard to be around the girl who managed to get Fred's attention, without feeling a pang of jealousy throughout your body. In potions you took the spot by George insted of your usual seat by Fred. George had obviously known why, but that didn't stop him from asking.

"How are you holdin' up?"

George slightly nudged your side.

"Not well, actually."

I turned to him, giving him a bit of a sarcastic smile.

"Well have you alleast thought about who your gonna take to the ball?"

I had actually. Not my first choice, but a shy hufflpuff boy that id know to fancy me first came to mind. It might be a little mean going with him only as a last resort, but what else was I supposed to do? Go alone? Yea, no way.

"Yea a little, but I'm not to sure yet. What about you?"

George hadn't been the type to go out with alot of girls. He'd rather spend his time making jokes or thinking about what prank he was gonna do next. That's why it shocked me a little to find out he was going with a ravenclaw girl from his herbology class. Even if it was just as friends, I was happy for him.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by and next thing I knew, I was dragging myself to the great hall for dinner. When I walked through the door, I took a quick glance around the gryffindor table, not expecting anything out of the ordinary, when I see Angelina, Fred's arm draped over her shoulder, in my seat. I wanted to go over there and just let all my feelings spill from my mouth, but before I could go near the table, my feet were taking me away from the great hall and towards the common rooms.

By the time I reached the common rooms, my appetite was long gone and the water works had been flowing nonstop. Luckily everyone was either eating, or out, seeing as it was Friday and the ball was about a week away. I didn't even bother going up to the dormitory, I just took a spot on the floor infront of the couch and faced the empty fireplace. I wrapped my arms around myself. Since it was mid to late December, the cold was almost un-bearable and the fact that the fireplace hadn't been lit yet, wasnt helping. The common room was practicality a walk in freezer, and the only thing I had on was my robes.

When I awoke the next morning, I was grateful that it was the weekend. When I had originally woke up the night before, I was still on the ground but my back was aching and my neck was sore from the position I was in. I managed to stumble up to the dormitory after everyone else had gone to bed, not bothering to change out of my robes.

I made my way out of bed sluggishly, heading to the lavatory to wash myself off from the night prior.

I had decided to stop by hogsmade to visit a little boutique to see if they had any accessories that could go with my dress for the yule ball. I hadn't given the ball much thought other than dates, so I was rather excited to see what I could find. I had gotten my dress only a few days prior to the conversation I had at breakfast with Fred and George, and yet i hadn't thought of what I would wear with it. The dress was long and bearly grazed the floor. It had a beige base with dark see through fabric embroidered with gold accents over top. The straps were thin and had long bows covering them. It was a little out of my comfort zone, but that's what made it so special. My shoes were beige with gold vines wrapping themselves around the heel of the shoe. I hadn't decided what I was going to do with my hair, but there was still quite some time till the ball so I didn't have to rush.

I left the boutique with a few simple gold bracelets, and made my way back to the castle to meet up with a few friends for lunch. Walking through the main door, whith my head down caused me to run directly into a broad figure while turning a corner.

"Oh my bad, sorry"

I apologized almost immediately, expecting that to be the end of the interaction, only to stop in my tracks.

"No worries love"

The familiar voice rang through my ears, as i looked up to see the last person I wanted to run into today.

"So... where you headed? Maybe I could join you"

Fred gave me his signature smirk. I wanted to run. Tell him no, that I didn't want to see him. But of course I knew that would ask questions, so I let him follow me. I went to the library in hopes he'd leave so I could sneakout and go with my friends, But, even when we got there he just took a spot directly next to me. I pulled out a book from a nearby shelf that I'd been eyeing out for a while and started reading. Surely he'd leave soon, right? Wrong. He sat there, next to me, for the entire afternoon as I read. Eventually I put the book back, being too distracted to concentrate on the words on the pages.

"Where were you at dinner last night?"

The question had slightly caught you off guard, seeing as he'd been quiet all this time.

"Oh, I just didn't have much of an appetite"

Which wasn't a complete lie.

"Well did you want to walk with me to dinner?"

Dinner. I had completely missed lunch and had spent my afternoon reading I hopes that Fred would leave, but he never did. At this point I would've said no. That I was just gonna skip dinner again. But my stomach was growling, and if I didn't eat soon, I might've just passed out. I had no other choice but to agree.

Dinner had went by smoothly. A lot smoother than last night. I found myself laughing like old times, even if Angelina was still sitting in my spot. I just took the empty place by george insted. Eventually the night crept upon me and the energy I once had was long gone at this point. Me and George said our goodnights and headed to the dorms together, as Fred and Angelina were busy talking to their mutual friends.

The walk to the dorms was quiet. But not in an uncomfortable way, in the good way. When we got to the common room, we sat on the couch In sync, and just sat there for a minute in silence. Taking in eachother company. I rested my head on George's shoulder -a habit I picked up early on in our friendship, as we were both touchy people- and he rested his head atop of mine.

"Do you think you're gonna tell him?"

The question wasn't surprising to me seeing as this wasn't the first time he's asked.

"I don't know. He seems pretty happy with Angelina right now, I'd hate to ruin it for him."

You glance up at George, to see him deep in thought. It wasn't an abnormal thing to see George distracted, but this seemed different.

"What's on you mind Georgie?"

I kept my eyes on him when he glanced at me

"Hes going to ask Angelina to be his gifriend after the ball."

My heart broke for a second, before starting to beat rapidly. I'd known he would never go for me, but there was still a piece of me that hoped everyday that maybe just maybe, he would confess his undying love for me. But that was stupid. Now that I knew for sure he wasn't interested, it hurt like hell.

"How do you know?"

I tried to hide the crack in my voice.

"He asked me for advice on how to ask, as if I knew anything about that."

He huffed a small laugh.

I let a few tears slip out, but I refused to break down infront of goerge, even if he had seen me break down before. I rested my head back on his shoulder, and let the hot tears fall. After a while, my breathing slowed and a drifted to sleep.

[pjisskullourful]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

🌼Damiano × reader

part 17 of ?? [parts1-16]

NSFW🔥 adultsonly nasty activities, super explicit, very unvanilla, the word JIZZ is included

° Damiano David & female reader insert

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° anon requests x3: original corruption kink request, request of using a spreader bar in a bj scene & this request: something where after some fucking, reader needs a little bit more aftercare than usual?? [ask& it shall be given- requests are open. but commissions are priority!][there are currently three commissions in cue!]

° inspired by this spicy audio

° [ITA]: favoloso: fabulous

You had made a gigantic mess, and it wasn't contained in the guest bedroom where you had been painting.

And now you were hearing the scrape of Damiano's key in the lock, he was home early. You hadn't been expecting him back from America until tomorrow morning and you had been running your schedule according to that. You would have had enough time to clean and restore order to the apartment after painting the guest bedroom.

But now he was home early and you were surrounded by dirty paint rollers, brushes and trays. You couldn't go to greet him as you usually would, there was a drop-sheet and dirtied masks and paper towels crowding up the hallway. You were also tense and sore from two days of painting walls. Even though your mood lifted at the sound of his voice, you weren't sure that you had the energy to do anything beyond your earlier plan of heading to bed early.

"Um, hey, hi, I'm just in here, gimme a minute." You called back, carefully getting down from the ladder. "You didn't tell me you were coming back early…"

"Well it was a change of plans because I wanted to surprise you." His voice got louder as he approached. "But it looks like you already had the surprises covered."

You moved into the doorway, just in time for him to reach the edge of the plastic sheet lying on the ground. "It will be a better surprise once it's done." You leaned against the doorframe, smiling at him. "I guess you win the surprise this time. Hi, baby."

He had a strange look on his face as he took in this whole scene, from the mess on the ground to the mess all over your body and the old clothes you wore. "You're painting the second bedroom?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I know we said we were gonna do this project together. But I thought I could take care of it by myself. You're working so hard, I figured this was one less thing for you to do so you could just come home and relax." You had started to take a step or two towards him. "You don't look happy…"

"Right, that's probably because I just got off a long flight and now my home looks and smells like shit. All I wanted was to get home to you, but instead I get home to a giant mess. Please tell me what part of that I'm supposed to be happy about."

"I- well I… I can get it cleaned up." You said. "You could jump in the shower and I'll take care of all of this- all of it. I'll open all the windows, I'll burn some incense and I can get this mess taken care of in, like, ten minutes. That was my whole motivation, I'll take care of every single thing. Do you wanna see the colour?"

He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. "The colour that you picked, on your own?"

"Well we got it narrowed down, we had those two colours that we both agreed on. They were the perfect top two, right? So I, like, chose the one I really liked." You said, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze at present. "I didn't think it was a big deal. I'll change it if you hate-"

He raised his index finger to stall you. "I'm going to say this: I decide what is and isn't a big deal. This is my home."

"You're right. I got too ahead of myself. But my heart was in the right place."

"But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and this is not good girl behaviour. You get that, right? You see, good girls leave all the decisions to Daddy."

You nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy…”

“I’m not gonna come in there. You’re gonna come out here to me.” He said and you started to walk towards the door, but he showed you the palm of his hand. “No, you’re not allowed to walk.”

You paused, a little flutter coming up in your throat. You almost could have laughed, wanting to diffuse the tension. You may not have known exactly what was going on, but you could tell that this wasn’t a moment wherein he wanted you to laugh, that wasn’t the type of game he was playing.

“My kitty has to learn her place, you’re gonna crawl to me.”

Getting down to go through the paint and all of the mess you had made. You couldn’t get precious about the paint now.

It didn't matter much to you, if you could improve his mood by doing this, so you lowered yourself down. On your hands and knees, you crawled out of the bedroom. The protective plastic on the ground crinkled under your movements as you peeked up at him.

You stopped on your knees alongside his feet, looking up. He was watching you, but you couldn't quite read the expression on his face. You started to shift, preparing to get to your feet.

"No, you're not getting up. Have you learnt your lesson yet? No, I don't think you have." He said and you leaned forward to place your palms on the floor again. "That's better. Now, in the absence of having a collar or a leash to lead you with, I'll have to improvise…"

He reached down and snatched up some of your hair, wrapping it around his hand. A sting was brought to your scalp and your mind switched into a more primal state. You weren't entertaining the idea of using your safe word, not even for a millisecond.

"Yeah, that should work. Come on, kitty." He said, taking a step and you started to crawl to keep up with him.

Your hair was held taut as he walked down the hallway. It wasn't a natural way to move, challenging your usual coordination.

Once in the bedroom, he led you over to the side of the bed. He released your hair and you remained on the floor as he walked away.

When he returned, it was with props - the leather flogger, and the less-familiar spreader bar. You were quivering as your mind raced through all of the possibilities. For all of the time that you had spent missing him, he was now back to dominate all of your attention with these actions.

"I know that you always do your best when it comes to punishment, but in case you got any ideas of walking away…" He said, placing the whip aside to concentrate on the leg restraints. "I'm gonna put these on you, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"You can just stay as you are." He said, crouching down behind you, where your ankles were on display, about shoulder-width apart. He attached one cuff around each ankle, tethering you to the thin metal bar. Your feet were kept apart.

Once satisfied, he moved around to sit down in front of you on the bed. You looked up at him as he picked the flogger up again.

"So, are you ready to learn your lesson?" He asked, turning the handle of it around, the leather fronds tumbling and twisting.

You sat up a little higher on your knees, your heart racing as you met his eyes, they were darker than usual. You nodded your head, the palms of your hands were starting to feel sweaty. "Yes, Master."

"I'm gonna need you to keep count of these whippings, okay, do you think you could manage that?" He asked in a cruel tone. "'Cause I'm so jet-lagged that I don't know if I'll be able to count so high."

You nodded again, then you were feeling the lashing from the tails of the flogger, their impact barely lessened by the thin fabric of your singlet. "One…" He pulled his hand back before striking your lower back again. "...two… three…"

"I bet you were thinking that I would come home and we would have a cute little time catching up with each other." 

"Four…" You were feeling more strength behind the flogger, it made your throat clench.

"Maybe you were even thinking that I would have gifts to give you, random things I had to buy because you were on my mind as soon as I saw them."

"Five…"

"Then we would cuddle and tell each other all the things we wanted to share, but couldn't because over the phone just isn't the same."

"Six…" Your lip was trembling and your underwear was feeling tighter than before.

"Maybe we would stay up all night talking and laughing."

"Seven." You rested your head down on his knee as your thoughts slowed, fixating in on only what you were feeling from each strike. "Eight…"

"I wanted that too. I missed you so much, little kitty."

"Nine…"

"But all of that will have to wait. 'Cause if I don't teach you now that I'm always in charge, even if I'm not actually present, well how else would you ever learn?" He said. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes- uh- ten."

You held your breath, this silence seemed to stretch out as you wondered if he would stop at ten. You thought it was a logical ending.

There was a stinging feeling on your scalp as his free hand snatched up some of your hair. You started to lift your head.

But before your eyes could meet his face, you were feeling another strike from the flogger. You winced, your mouth dropping open.

You swallowed, putting the effort into what you knew he wanted to hear. “Eleven…”

He kept the flogger resting against your back as you looked up at him. You wondered if he was starting a new set of ten. If he wasn’t stopping at ten, when would he be satisfied?

Then he raised the flogger and placed it aside. It sat limply on the bed, losing all of its power as his hands went to the fly of his jeans. You watched, keeping your hands resting down by your legs.

“Now you’re gonna help me relax in the way that I want.”

His dick was pulled out of his briefs, directly in front of your face. You licked your lips, pleased to refamiliarise yourself with his body. You liked that everything could be simplified, it was cause and effect, this tension could be easily resolved. You could give him something that no one else could and earn a better mood from him - welcoming him home with the obedience that you both valued.

You leaned forward, closer to his erect dick. You opened your mouth, lapping at the tip of his cock with your tongue. You slid your tongue along the underside of his length as you drew him into your mouth, swallowing this first taste of him.

His hand remained in your hair, tugging with just enough strength that you couldn’t ignore it. It combined with the light tingles on your back, these were like the shadows from the flogger - all of it inviting you to focus on the physical sensations on offer. It interrupted all trains of thought, getting you to care solely for desires.

And right now his desires were bigger and more important than anything inside of you.

His knees fell further apart as you moved your lips down, sucking more of his shaft into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut and you ran your tongue all over his dick, beginning to draw moans from him. These sounds brought a desperate ache into your cunt and you slid down further on his cock.

He lifted his butt so that he could start to roll his hips. With both of his hands on top of your head, he held you in place and started to create the friction he craved. More of his cock was coated in your saliva as you kept your lips around him.

"Yes." He said, his voice strained. "This is how you make Daddy happy, this is how you behave like a good pet."

You went with his motion, able to keep up with his passionate speed. Listening to him was making it very difficult to ignore how your cunt ached - a needy, pathetic and useless ache that wasn't going to be relieved any time soon. You concentrated on sucking, placating yourself with the contact high of getting him off.

You let your pleasure come from his enthusiastic reactions, and the pride that came from doing a good job. You pushed your lips further down his shaft and raised your hand, letting the tips of your fingers explore over his balls. This prompted him to squirm, sliding into your mouth, filling you some more.

"And you love it too, don't you babygirl?" You couldn't respond to his question - the most that you could offer was looking up to meet his eyes. You were thinking in the affirmative, hoping this shone through in your gaze. "Yes, you do. I bet that pussy is getting so wet for me."

You whimpered your answer around his cock as he maintained his pace. You could only hope that he would have enough mercy to allow you to take your damp underwear off by the end of the night.

"I wanna taste it." He said, making you pause. "Would you let me, let me taste it?" You nodded your head, even though you couldn't guess what he had planned. "Yeah, let me taste how much you love making me feel good." His fingers were moving gently through your hair. "Because this is what you live for, huh?"

You took him out of your mouth, wiping the back of your hand across your lips. "Uh-huh."

"Well, come up here and let me taste it."

You blinked at him, trying to picture how you would complete an action like that while still attached to the spreader. You weren't sure just how much it would hinder you, but you didn't feel confident in how well you could move right now. You sat up straighter and grabbed a handful of the bedsheets, tensing your arm. You started trying to lift one knee.

"Um…"

"Do you need some help?" He asked and you thought he still sounded a bit condescending.

"Need is the perfect word for it." You held your hands out toward him.

He leaned down, placing his arms under yours. He wrapped them around your chest and squeezed you close to him. As he pulled, you lifted yourself and he got you off of the floor. It wasn't elegant, but you reached the top of the mattress. He leaned back and your body weight went with him, ultimately crashing into him, pinning his back to the mattress.

"Oof." He said, laughing a little.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

"Mm-hmm." His fingers caressed your cheek as he leaned in, kissing you deeply. You easily readjusted yourself into a comfortable position on top of him. You felt his dick pressing against you and you moaned as he teased your lips apart with his tongue. You wanted to melt into this embrace.

Before you could settle into any kind of rhythm with him, he surprised you by flipping your positions - returning him to total dominance as you were now pinned to the mattress. He gave you one last kiss before starting to turn away, leaving you to lick your lips, now tasting his saliva along with his cock.

He knelt down next to your body, facing away from you as he loosened the drawstring of your linen shorts. “Let’s see how wet you are, baby.”

He tugged the pants down until the waistband was around your thighs - clearly you were strapped to this bar for the long haul. Next he grabbed your panties, pulling them out of his way as well.

“Look at that. Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy.” He said and your eyes fluttered shut as his hand ghosted over your mound. “But I bet your mouth is missing my cock even more, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master.”

Before touching your pussy, he was mounting your face, with both of his knees on either side of your head. You relaxed your jaw and lolled your tongue out as you watched his cock coming closer to your face. He guided it down, running the head along the flat of your tongue before going deeper, filling your mouth.

“Good girl. Take it just like that.” He whispered as you wrapped your lips around him.

As you caressed your tongue all over his shift, he leaned forward and placed his hands to your parted thighs. The tip of his tongue started at your dripping entrance, savouring the tastes here with some concentrated strokes. You tilted your pelvis as he dipped inside, very briefly.

Then he was dragging his tongue down, gliding it over your clitoral hood, which already felt very sensitive. At the same time, he started to rock his hips, experimenting with the ideal pacing for this new position.

You lifted your tongue up, working him over with this and your lips. With long, thorough strokes, he found his pacing, gliding across the roof of your mouth and stopping before he reached your throat.

He soon had you moaning around his cock as he bobbed his head into your cunt, keeping a consistent pressure on your clit. He filled your pussy up with his finger, and your cunt excitedly clenched around him instantly.

Sparks were filling your body, your feet shaking wildly as he spread you by adding a second finger. He curled these, seeking out your g-spot and you couldn’t keep your hips from jolting up. You were so excited, you could hardly wait to come for him, ready to show him just how happy you were to have him home.

You could feel drool coating your chin as he found a consistent and quick tempo to fuck your face. He swirled his tongue around your clitoral hood while his hips moved without falter.

Your breathing grew shallower as you tensed your neck, trying to make yourself into the most reliable fuck-hole. But all that you wanted to do was go weak, as your pussy vibrated with his whimpers you thought about going limp, letting the pleasure take you over.

All thoughts blanked out of your mind when you tasted more of his cum and his hips bucked into you faster. You fixed your focus onto his impending climax, moving your tongue up to him and hollowing your cheeks.

But abruptly, he yanked himself out of your mouth. You lifted your head higher, your lips wide open. Before you could open your eyes, he was scolding you.

“Don’t, don’t you dare put that back in your mouth.” He snapped as the heat from his face left your cunt, as well as his fingers sliding out.

You felt like you were suffering from whiplash as you struggled to catch up to what was going on. Had you done something wrong, you fearfully worried that you hadn’t been obedient enough.

Gradually, you blinked your eyes open. At once you discovered that he hadn’t moved his dick too far from your face - there were only a few inches that separated you and his shaft, which he was working over with his hand. You watched more cum developing at the tip, you felt like there was lava in your veins as you silently willed him to let you express your desire.

“You’re not getting this in your mouth, this is going all over your face.” He said, short on breath.

“Yes, Master.”

You watched, unwilling to blink as you saw that swollen head leaking more. Your jaw fell open when he returned his mouth to your clit, without any warning. Your toes curled as he sucked the hood into his mouth, manipulating it between his lips. Your heart launched into your throat and it felt like your whole body could melt.

“Mmn, fuh…” His words were muffled by your pussy as your body squirmed beneath his.

You gasped as you felt his hot cum spurting onto your skin. You shut your eyes, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth. At the same time, your back was arching and your muscles tensed as he continued playing with your sensitive clitoris.

“Now you’re as dirty as the apartment.” He said, readjusting himself. He moved off of your face before going back to your clitoris.

You whimpered as you let yourself sink into these sensations, you had no reason to hold back, you could feel the magnitude of each swipe from his tongue. You bit into your lip as your feet struggled against the restraints, uncontrollable convulsions gripping your limbs because you were so close to coming apart.

“Dirty kitty gonna come?” He asked, between leaving lingering kisses on your clitoral hood.

You shoved your hips up as he pressed complete circles around the hood, slurping almost as loudly as you were whining. Then he set the tip of his tongue against your clitoris, flicking and wiggling it faster than before. His movements were too unpredictable for you to match the rutting of your hips to.

The flurry you found yourself in was simply too exciting, you had to come. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs as it happened, as you came apart.

You felt very tender, stunned as you started to come back to reality. All of the pressure was gone, now you were just a trembling mess. You were exhausted and the thought of doing anything made you feel even more tired.

“How do you feel?” His soft voice asked, accompanied by the feeling of dry fabric moving gently over your forehead.

You wondered to yourself how honestly he wanted you to answer. You kept your eyes shut, hoping that this feeling of everything being too much would soon dissipate.

“That was… I was mean and kind of rough.” He said, wiping the thick droplets off of your skin slowly and carefully. “Are you okay?”

Your voice was croaky as you started to speak. “Yeah, I am… um, can aftercare include a bath?”

“Oh my God, of course.” He said at once and you opened your eyes, seeing the concern on his face. “It can be literally anything you want. And if a bath is what you want… I’ll take care of that for you right now.” He briefly leaned away, then offered a drink bottle to you. “Drink some water and I’m gonna grab you something to eat while I draw the bath. Do you want a savoury snack or something sweet?”

“Sweet, please.”

“You got it. You know what, I have something perfect in my carry-on. I got it on the plane and never ate it. I was probably manifesting that you would want to steal it.”

“Yeah, probably.” You said sarcastically as he left the room.

In his absence, you sat up and started to undo the cuffs that kept you attached to the spreader bar. There was still some trembling in your hands, but it wasn’t enough to keep you from taking care of yourself. You had another swig of water before grabbing up the cloth he had been using to clean you with.

It unfolded in your hands, allowing you to recognise it as the shirt he had been wearing when he had arrived home. You hesitated, feeling guilty for dirtying it. You looked at your own clothes still on your body and saw these as better options for this messy task.

Before you could remove anything that you were wearing, he had returned - with a large, wrapped in plastic cookie in hand. It was your favourite flavour, M&M’s in the place of chocolate chips.

“A cookie for my cutie?” He started to open the wrapper for you and you appreciated how his change in mood since arriving home seemed to be complete.

But there was still some tension, almost like a ringing in your ears, like after a gig. You accepted the cookie from him. “You didn’t eat your cookie? No wonder you were so cranky.”

“Right.” He said and you were pleased that he didn’t take this opportunity to complain about the paint - maybe he had truly let it go. “Now this bath, is it for two people or one people?”

“I’d like it to be for two, so we can catch up and we could cuddle and be naked together.”

“Favoloso, let’s be naked together.” He said with a smile. “Would you like to pick which bath bomb we use?”

“Okay.”

He left for the main bathroom, which had the more spacious tub of both options. You had a few bites of the dense cookie before finally shedding your clothes. You didn’t have a specific bath product in mind, but you were looking forward to replacing the pungent scent of house paint.

You took the cookie with you as you made your way out of the bedroom. You found that the square bathtub was less than a quarter full of clean water. Meanwhile he was looking through the wide variety of options of what could be added to the water. None of these had been here before you moved in, this room had the bare minimum stored in here, until you and your obsession for Lush had joined the household.

For some reason, his interest in luxury things hadn’t extended to body care products. You had to be the person to show him all of the fun options beyond the body wash he had started using in high school.

Now he was faced with baskets of bath bombs, jars of bath salts and bars of soap in almost every colour imaginable. And his hands were empty, clearly he wasn’t feeling very decisive.

“Hold my cookie.” You said, getting his attention. “I’ve got this covered.”

You settled on a bath bomb that smelled of lavender and chamomile, adding it to the water. Purple tones began to colour the water, the scent expanding into the room.

Wetting a cloth under the basin’s faucet, he got back to work cleaning your face and throat. He put an arm around your shoulders as he took his time, carefully looking over your skin to ensure no cum was missed.

“I’m really happy that you’re home.” You said.

This prompted a smile from him, and he gave you a quick kiss. “Me too. The others were gonna go out and do dinner and drinks. And cute, I’m sure they’re having a lot of fun. But this is literally the only place I wanna be in the whole world. I get finished with working and I just wanna be with you. It’s like you’re my security blanket and my happy place.”

You reached up to push his floppy hair off of his brow. “I feel the same way. It’s better when you’re here. When I can touch you, hold you, kiss you, poke you, annoy you, sit on you, share the blankets with you…”

He raised both of his arms straight up into the air. “And we can be naked together.”

“Naked.” You echoed as he turned away, hands going to the taps and cutting off the flow of water before it could come up too high.

Now the water was a deep shade of purple. He helped you into the tub first and you sank in, finding the water was at the perfect temperature. You submerged yourself up to your neck, it was like a warm cocoon.

He joined you in the water. “I didn’t get any fuckin’ jizz in your hair, did I?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” You said, your hands were already preoccupied by rubbing at your forearms. “I just wanna get this paint off.”

“Let me help.” He said, taking one of your hands in his.

But you instantly snatched it back. “No, it’s okay, it’s my mess, I’ll take care of it myself.”

He slid in closer to you, putting his fingers to your chin so he could gently coax you into looking up. “Hey, that scene is over, don’t talk like it’s still going on.”

“I just feel like shit.” You said with a sigh. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the surprise, but I wish you had told me ‘cause I had everything planned out, I really did. It was gonna be perfect for tomorrow morning. And you were gonna be like, wow, and I was gonna be like, I know, welcome home.”

Beneath the surface of the water, he put his arms around your middle. “But I am like wow. I can’t believe you painted that whole room by yourself. And the colour is perfect.”

Rather than looking at him, you were watching the progress you were making with picking dried paint, and other grime, out from under your nails. “Have you actually looked at the room yet?”

“I don’t need to. I was happy with those colours we picked. And I already know that you have exceptional taste.” He punctuated this sentence by tapping the end of your nose.

“I’m sorry.” You half-mumbled it.

“You don’t have to be. ‘Cause any of that frustration that I was feeling, I left that in the scene.” He said. “And I’d really love it if you could try to do the same with your guilt, or whatever it is that is making you want to apologise- leave it in the scene.”

“Okay.”

He placed his hands on either side of your face and you lifted your eyes to look at him as you felt his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said, finding comfort in his words, the tone of his voice, the expression on his handsome face and the way that he was touching you.

“How sore are my babygirl’s muscles after painting that whole room?” He asked, trailing his fingertips down the nape of your neck.

“My shoulders really kill.” You admitted. “And I guess I was tilting my head to the left a lot, without even noticing, but now this whole part of my neck is so tense.”

He started to knead his fingers against the right side of your neck. “This spot right here?”

You shut your eyes, enjoying this attention to such a tender area. “Mm-hmm, that feels really good.”

“Good.” He said as he leaned in to kiss you softly. “Let it feel good, let me take care of you.”

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Life on Stage - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Life On Stage

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 1,139 words

Warning(s): mentions of John Winchester

Summary: (Pre-Show) Sam wanted to be normal, so he decided to audition for a play at one of the many high schools he went to. Through that, he found someone to help him... truly help him.

Author's Note: I remember this distinctly because why did they just casually mention that Sam was a part of theatre and then just never talk about it again? I like to think it was his attempt to rebel and live a "normal life" before he could actually leave his dad.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I took a deep breath before walking over to Sam, the boy who had been cast opposite me in Our Town. He seemed sweet, a little closed off, but sweet nonetheless.

"Umm, hi," I said awkwardly.

Yeah, 16, not a great age for my self-esteem so it's not easy for me to talk to someone that I perceived as cute.

"Hi," he smiled at me, making my heart beat out of my chest.

"I just... Sorry... I thought I'd properly introduce myself since we're gonna be seeing each other a lot," I explained. "Plus, I know you're new so it'd probably be nice to have a friend... or just someone to talk to, y'know?"

"Yeah, thanks," he replied. "Well, I'm Sam."

"(Y/n)," I grinned, shaking his hand. "So, I don't know if you're busy or not but there's this diner that a lot of kids hang out at. Do you wanna go? We can talk about the school or the show or... anything?"

Jesus Christ, I'm an absolute mess. He probably was scared of me.

"Sure," he nodded. "That sounds great."

"Cool," I said. It was a Friday, so that's why I was offering it. "Umm... wanna go now?"

"I was hoping," he replied.

"Right, right, duh," I chuckled. I turned around, leading him out of the auditorium and through the halls. I felt like an absolute idiot.

We walked through the front door. There was an impala waiting there, rock music blaring from its speakers. I looked over when I heard Sam sigh.

"My brother," he explained quickly. "Just... Give a second and then we can go."

He jogged over to the car, leaning into the passenger window to talk to his brother. After a minute, he took a few steps back and his brother drove off.

"Sorry, had to tell him he didn't need to drive me home," he said. I nodded, saying that it was okay. "Where's your car?"

"Oh, I don't drive to school," I shrugged. "Everything is pretty close by."

Sam nodded.

"Come on," I said before starting the walk to the diner.

We spent the afternoon in a booth together. We ate and talked. He told me about how his family moved around a lot, how his brother and dad weren't excited about his role in the play, and how his mom died when he was just a baby.

I shared my family's story with him. The same small town my whole life, my dream to pursue acting, and always feeling the need to be the top in class so I could live up to my parents' standards.

After our afternoon together, Sam offered to walk me home.

As we walked down the road, still talking about anything and everything, I slowly reached over and brushed my hand against his. When he didn't pull away, I intertwined our fingers completely.

We looked at each other before both blushing and looking away.

We got to my gate and I went to walk inside, saying a quick goodbye. I stopped a few steps from my gate. He hadn't gotten far.

"Sam," I called, walking back over.

He looked back at me, meeting me at the gate.

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his gently. He slowly kissed me back, touching my waist gently. It was like he was scared I would break. Like he was scared he was going to break me.

I pulled away after a minute and basically whispered against his lips, "Break a leg at rehearsal tomorrow."

Sam chuckled, looking away and blushing, "You too."

I walked away again, turning back to wave at him before I went inside. I looked out my living room window, chuckling at the sight of Sam silently celebrating outside my gate.

--time skip--

"I don't think they're gonna come," Sam muttered.

Over the rest of rehearsals, Sam and I had a classic high school romance. Innocent and sweet and a dream come true. I tried to encourage him, slowly getting him to open up to me and tried to tell him that his dad and brother might come to the show.

I wanted to believe that they'd care about something Sam thought was important. Dean seemed to care so much for his brother, I was sure he'd care.

"It's okay," I wrapped my arms around him. "I'll treat you to dinner after the show, okay? Somewhere nice. My parents have a reservation and are already set on meeting you anyway."

"Okay," Sam nodded. He kissed my head. "We need to get ready."

I nodded, kissing his cheek, "Break a leg."

"Break a leg," he replied.

After the show, Sam was about to go get as cleaned up as possible. Stage make-up was impossible to get off on the first night but he was gonna try.

"(Y/n)," he said, causing me to stop before I went to change. He pointed at the bouquet sitting on his table. "You didn't have to do that."

I looked at them. It wasn't a super small bouquet but they didn't look store-bought. They looked like the flowers were from someone's garden and then tied together with string. I smiled.

"Sam, those aren't the ones I bought," I said. "I bought some. My parents were gonna give them to you. Those aren't them."

"What," he asked.

I walked over, there was a slip of paper in the string, "Sam."

He grabbed the note, "Good job tonight, Sammy. Probably will get you an Oscar. - Dean."

I wrapped my arms around him. He looked so happy knowing that his brother had been there for him.

"I told you he'd show," I mumbled. He chuckled. I looked up, seeing tears in his eyes. "Sam?"

"I... I didn't think he cared," he said. "It's just... It's nice to know that there are other things on his mind than the family business."

I leaned up, kissing his cheek, "Maybe if you can find him, we can drag him to dinner with my parents."

"I'll... I'll try."

"Okay."

I finished getting changed and cleaned up. I walked out to see my parents waiting for me. I saw Sam in the corner, holding the flowers his brother had gotten. His brother was standing in front of him.

Finally, I saw both of them start walking back. I happily waved at Sam.

"So, is your brother joining us," my mom asked Sam.

"If you'll let me," Dean replied. My parents nodded.

"Thank you," Sam said to his brother.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean tried to shrug off the whole event, but you could the genuine smile on his face.

He was happy that Sam was happy... even if their dad didn't have the nerve to be there.

In a matter of minutes, I grew to admire Dean's protectiveness over his brother... and he seemed to admire my commitment to his brother.

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Imagine: “Could I request a Daniel Gillies smut like they are both at the comic con(they are both in the originals) and he is teasing her while he answers a question ? Or makes fun with Joseph and he says some dirty things.” Requested by @elijahspersonalwifeyyy .

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A/N: I apologise @elijahspersonalwifeyyy for the incredibly long wait. I’ve had this lined up to post but with coursework and writing so much at the same time, it’s made it difficult but I refuse to quit. I’m not a quitter. I’m also not a person to announce a hiatus. Either way, hope you enjoyed ! There is a lot to read I know but we needed a build up and this is one of my favourite comic cons ever, I wanted to do the before hand scenes either way so. Don’t forget to check out my new story “On The Way” !

All of us at the current moment in time were stood backstage waiting to be called on. I couldn't tell you how irritated I was when I went on after Joseph and then Daniel followed. They were both irritating enough to me together anyway but they were in a particularly annoying mood today and I was not prepared for it.

“The man who will break your heart and then rip it out and then probably eat it. Joseph Morgan.”

The whole audience cheered as he walked on and he waved quite casually as he did. 

“The women who brings all men to there knees but still can't find anything better to do than drink wine. Y/N Y/L/N”

I giggled as I walked out and I saw the audience screaming and Joseph giving me a mischievous look.

“The brother with a suit for every occasion. Daniel Gillies as Elijah.”

He walked out, threw me a quick smirk and blew a kiss to the audience as they screamed. He pulled his chair out and smiled at everyone.

“Nice jacket.”

“Yeah. Give it up for this jacket ! Huh ? Out of a suit and into a smoking hot jacket.”

“I know right, the one time he's not wearing a suit.”

“Thank you. It was actually a gift from Y/N.”

“Aw that’s super sweet Y/N.”

“Thank you. It was actually a gift for our anniversary.”

“Really ? How many years ?”

“Seven.”

“and very sweet.”

He called the rest of our costars out and we continued on with the panel.

After the host had started the panel with a question for Julie and Michael, it was now a group question for me, Joseph and Phoebe.

“Uh now going to the show, we've seen Klaus and Lily and Klaus and Hayley kind of trying the uh co-parenting thing and it did not really go so well as we all saw. How is Klaus going to be as a parent now that Hayley isn't around and Lily and Elijah have reconciled ?”

As soon as the question was asked, we all turned to Joseph.

“Uh you know, before he alienated his whole family by toasting Elijah's girlfriend, sleeping with his wife and and and cursing the women he thought he was in love with um Klaus survived under this sort of umbrella of Elijah's protection and forgiveness I suppose and so Elijah was always a voice of reason and Hayley was always there to battle it out with him. So, I would say badly. He's gonna do badly as a single parent you know and I think he knows he's kinda messing it up but he's trying. At least he's trying. You gotta give him that. Even if he's warping the minds of his two daughters, one before she's even uttered a syllable and the other before she get's old enough to realise that Klaus and Lily aren't actually together you know like she’s thought for years.”

“Geez. So uh how are are Lily, Elijah and Klaus going to tell her ? Who's going to be the one that does it or will they all do it together ?”

I decided to answer this questions, being more involved with the story line of my children.

“I think that Lily will have to be the one to tell her and whilst doing so will definitely have to be quite cautious when telling Sofia, you know not only because she's only 7 years old but also because she’s thought of Elijah as her Uncle her whole life- and although that hasn't changed it's still going to be difficult since this latest revelation is that, her Uncle Elijah that she adores oh so much is now also 'mommy's boyfriend' or in more formal terms her step-dad. So I think she's going to be confused and it might be quite difficult for her at first but I think she’s mature for her age and that she will understand quite quickly that, Mommy and Daddy aren't together and that despite realizing that her mom was married to her uncle I think she will quickly appreciate the fact we told her because of her understanding personality. “

Daniel quickly leaned forward and spoke before the host could ask another question.

“The moral of the story is, don't sleep with your husband's brother. Especially when not using protection and then deciding to get back together with your husband before trying to force him to sign the divorce papers.”

The whole room suddenly echoed with loud laughter and I couldn't stop giggling myself despite being offended for my character. I hit his arm playfully. He grinned at me and rested his hand on my leg as the room calmed down and he slouched back in his chair a little.

“Very true. So, I mean he can always just compel a few dozen nannies but he does have Elijah there to help him co-parent you know not just with Sofia but with Hope. I'm thinking like shared schedules, late night feedings...Whose doing what ?”

“It’s like we both wake up and the baby is crying and it's like, are you going to get her or am I ? Alright, I'll get her.”

“Yeah no it's gonna be me. I'm gonna do the graveyard shift, I know that all to well. But we gotta remember too, Lily and Freya are going to be doing a large share of the work.”

“Oh yeah, they can do it. There you go.”

I giggled and hit Joseph in the shoulder for the comment.

“Sexist.”

“No, come on. Lily's already been through this twice she knows’ what she's doing and Freya's Switzerland at this moment in time, I think for both of us to be in there...I’m gonna stop talking.”

We all chuckled at Daniel's comment.

                                               *

“Now we're going to go to audience questions in just a little bit but first I wanted to do something fun. I know it's not the holiday's and I know we don't have a big ass bonfire in front of us but I thought it would be quite fun if everybody kinda thinks about a wish for their character for the future, just throw it in the imaginary bonfire.”

“Well, I'm a human....so I just want to stay alive.”

“Good answer.”

“Oh I forgot you weren't a character.”

“I have wishes for everybody but I don't have a character.”

“I do wish for Julie that Supernatural Judge Judy becomes her next spin off and Exploding Ovaries is the title of Daniel Gillies' next memoir. 

“A wish for Hayley would be that Hope can live a normal, happy existence. I think would be what she would want the most.”

“That’s very sweet.”

“Thank you. That's it, I'm done.”

“Uh, I think for Elijah...I mean other than wishing that his girlfriend's wouldn't be incinerated or his wife doesn't sleep with his brother again...”

I giggled at Daniel's comment, despite his comment towards my character and spoke with Joseph, simultaneously. 

“Oh, come on.”

“I'm not letting that one go easily. So, uh...I would wish for him. Oh man. I wish for him, I’m actually wishing for something dark, like I sort of would wish for...a great division between the brothers before reconciliation.”

“So that's how it's going to be.”

“So, my wish for Lily is um...to finally find that bloody fertility spell that she's been looking for, for centuries. So that her and Elijah can have children of their own which they want more than anything and move somewhere outside of New Orleans in a nice family home, away from the drama.”

“That’s very sweet.”

“Uh, I wish everyone would just do what Klaus says because he's always right. He knows what he's doing. It's for the greater good. Come on. Get on board with his plans. Everything will be alright in the end. Not everyone will be alright in the end but everything will be alright in the end. Right ?”

“Um, I wish Marcel would cross over. No.”

“I wish for more of your cleavage.”

I couldn't help but laugh a little when he says comments like that. Even though it wasn't directed at me, I knew the double meaning behind it. Daniel has not taken his eyes away from my chest today. That's what breast feeding does to you, I suppose. When Daniel picked my outfit this morning, I was glad. I was going to wear some leather pants and a red blouse with some heels but he somehow convinced me to wear a dress. God was I glad, I actually listened to him. It was hot in San Diego summer heat and I underestimated a little when I decided on leather pants. 

“Yeah. We gonna get some dollar bills. Let's see some ones. Tryna make some money out here. Somebody, put on some Usher. Slow jam. Uh yeah...”

“I have a twenty. What can we get for a twenty ?”

“Break it up. Break it up.”

“Make it into ones and let's make it rain.”

“If I throw loose change at you, can I make it hail ?”

“Alright, moving on. Next subject.”

“Um, Davina is a witch and I think it would be really cool if she could fly. So, whether it's a broomstick or something else...I still think it would be really cool.”

“That’s a good one. Um, mines pretty selfish. I hate shaving, so I wish we could work something in so Vincent could have like a huge beard.”

“I changed my mind, I want superpowers as well. Three one foot long, retractable adamantine claws from each hand please.”

”Why is the camera on me ? I wanna fly. I wanna see these guys fly. I want them charging up walls and...we don’t have the budget for that. I wanna see more vampirey stuff. Why am I wishing again ? I exhausted my wish.”

“You guys can make as many wishes as you want. This is your made up tradition.”

“It’s raining wishes on you.”

“Raining for your wishes.”

“God this is embarrassing.”

“T it up.”

“T what up ?”

“What do your need for a rain of wishes ?”

“What happens when it rains ?”

“An umbrella.”

“What ?”

“An umbrella, sweetheart.”

He closed his eye in frustration and dropped his upper half into my lap, whilst we all laughed at his slow mind.

“Oh shit. Umbrella. So sorry, so sorry.”

“The rain, the umbrella...”

“Dropping hints. Awesome, alright well let’s turn it over to some audience questions.”

                                               *

“Hi, my name is Julia and first I'd like to say, I love you all. Especially Joseph Morgan and Danielle Campbell.”

“Thanks. Thanks a lot.”

“Don’t worry, I love you Daniel.”

He squeezes my thigh and leans in to kiss my head. Before deciding to move his arm around my shoulders and hugging me into his side. I rested my hand on his thigh as I hugged him back.

“I love you too, beautiful.”

I blushed and smiled, whilst the audience all awed. Which prompted the red in my cheeks to darken. I sat back up straight and he returned his hand back my thigh, yet this time a little higher up and whilst stroking the fabric of my dress up my thigh.

“My question is for the whole cast and it is, if you were able to play another role...who would you wanna play ?”

“On our show ? Or just in general ?”

“Yeah. On The Originals.”

“I..I think I would choose Hayley. The Hyrbid female. She's a pretty cool character. Your welcome.”

“Um, I would play...Klaus. Mind you probably better but...”

“I don't wanna play anybody else, I wanna play Elijah.”

“I would play, Elijah....purely because it would be an absolute blessing to wake up that hot everyday and he's a pretty awesome character.”

He smirked at me and moved his hand further up my leg, his fingers now resting at the hem of my white lace thong. I gulped a little but held my composure. It seemed hat every time I complimented him, he got further up my leg and closer to my core. Like a game...and I was more than happy to play.

“If...If I had to absolutely play someone else uh, I would play Oliver because I just think he needs to be brought back to the show...and uh #saveollie. Bring him back !”

“Uh, I would play Elijah because I think I look damn good in a suit.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Buttoned up to the naval.”

“There we go. I know it's distracting for you, my body.”

“I cannot concentrate. I refuse to continue.”

“Um, I would play Genevieve. I thought she was a really cool character. She was a lot of fun to work with.”

“I see some Genevieve fans in the house, awesome.”

“Um, yeah I think I might choose Elijah too. I think uh, it's a really cool character that Daniel has created.”

“They both quietly believe they can bring more to the role, is what they’re saying. Not quietly, they're saying it to an audience of like three thousand.”

“Only because of what you've done with it Daniel.”

                                            *

“Hi Guys, wow that's loud. I'm so sorry, my name's Marissa. First, I want to say Daniel I watched saving hope and your death killed me. I'm so sorry that you died.”

“Yeah, tell me about it ! I was gutted.”

He squeezed my thigh a little more and started making circles with his finger on the spot closed to my core.

“Oh my goodness.”

Yeah, oh my goodness indeed. He really knew how to make a woman feel good, without hardly doing anything...quite literally.

“Um, so my question is for Julie and Michael. Um, I was wondering...there’s so much violence on the show and so much adult stuff and I was wondering if the network or the studio has ever told you, 'No you can't do that’ ?”

We all started laughing in reply to the questions.

“Oh, we have a story about that don't we...Leah.”

“I don't wanna tell the story again.”

“There's things that we did that couldn't be shown.”

“So here's the thing about broadcast television is that, apparently you can decapitate someone, you can drive a knife into a vampires skull, you can rip out their heart, you can shove a pencil up their nose, you can stab them a million times with glass but when stimulating a sex scene...if there's any movement at all that one would define as thrusting...”

“No thrusting. Pull back on the thrusting.”

“A motion that originates from the hip.”

Charles decided to get up and share a demonstration of thrusting and everyone on stage started laughing and the audience started to scream. Daniel gripped my thigh a little harder, due to jealously. I didn't have to ask him what the reason was, I already knew. At the best of times, he was not a jealous person. He loves and trusts me and Charles a lot and he knows nothing would happen but when he's horny and in need of some attention...he does get jealous. Understandably so, I know because we both do. His pinky finger then started to stroke me, through the lace of my pants.   

“It’s difficult because I don't actually remember thrusting being in the script. That was something the actors chose.”

“It was a creative choice. I mean, look at Charles...you would do the same thing. Also, let's not forget the originators of this little problem.”

The audience stayed silent, indicating that they weren't sure how to react to her last sentence. I leaned into Daniel and rested my forehead against his bicep in retaliation to Leah's comment. I couldn't stop giggling, despite the finger rubbing against my wet thong and the blush rising on my cheeks. Daniel was using his other hand to pinch his forehead, whilst chuckling.

“Come on guys, explain it.”

“So, what happened was we were doing the flashback sex scene of Elijah and Lily's wedding night. Daniel got a bit too excited and started to thrust a little and I tried hiding it by opening my legs a bit more.As I did, my underwear snapped because it wasn't as flexible as I thought. So, I had to pay a fine for showing too much skin because the sheets had come off of me a little and we hadn't realised. Not that it was much it was just a little side boob, still.”

“So, it wasn't the thrusting ?”

“No, ironically it wasn't.”

“Let me tell you. There was some excellent, simulated thrusting in those scenes. That was cut, per broadcast standards. While, I think in the same episode seventeen people got brutally massacred. It is what it is.”

“Some of the best thrusting. I hope it makes the special features.”

“Charles called Leah, for some extra rehearsal before hand.”

                                           *

“Hi I'm uh Skylar. Um, I know that between you there has been a myriad of different supernatural creatures. Uh, Phoebe...I think you've been a werewolf, a witch and a mermaid. Uh, in really life...What would you wanna be ?”

“Well, I would say witches because witches don't have to turn on a full moon and they don't have to be like plagued by vampire...the demon’s of vampires. They can just have all the power and really cute outfits...and if I can look more like Danielle Campbell. I'll take it.”

“H20 rocks!”

“Thank you ! Well actually I-Im gonna say a mermaid then. Like, life is better under the sea and I think I would be a mermaid.”

“I don't know-"

“Merman ?”

“Merman. No, I...um. I'm pretty pervy...so I'd say like invisibility.”

“Um, so I'm not pervy at all unlike Daniel. I do think that Heretics are soooo cool though. Like, they can do magic and they are vampires but still have all those human capabilities...like procreation. So, yeah a heretic.”

His hand stopped stroking me through the lace of my panties suddenly and I instantaneously felt a cold gush of air race up my well-shaved legs and punching me in my core. I felt the frayed edges of my lace tickling my upper thigh, where they shouldn't be. Hinting that my favourite pair of thongs had been snapped. I turned to Daniel and narrowed my eyes at him whilst he just continued the panel, like nothing happened. His hand when back to it’s original position resting on my thigh, clearly in punishment for making a comment about his pervy answer. 

“Nah, I'm happy where I am. You know, Hyrbid. Definitely not, invisibility. When I joined the show, I thought I was only gonna be a vampire so I was thrilled when I was a werewolf-vampire. I'm sticking to my guns.”

“I like being the token human. I'm just gonna like stay there. Create more mermen.”

“Season three, season of the mermen.”

“The next spin-off.”

“That would be so cool, let me be a mermaid. I would kill it .”

Joseph put his arm on the back of my chair, looking at me after I made my wish known to be a mermaid.

“You better not cum in the water.”

The entirety of the room ruptured into fits of laughter. Even Daniel, who had now moved his hand closer to my core again. Letting his fingers stroke my entrance. Meanwhile, I continued laughing...ignoring the feeling of my husband’s gentle and sensual touch. 

“I’m blushing.”

                                            *

“Hi, I'm Katie. If you were to go to Comic Con, on the floor. Is there anyone you would dress up as ?”

The first thought that came to mind was pleasing Daniel. If I said him there was no doubt he'd give in. The problem was, was it a risk I was willing to take...at a comic Con in front of three thousand fans and some of my closest friends.

“Daniel Gillies.”

Every one repeated my answer and whilst doing so I was discovering that I was unequivocally correct with my thought process. Sure enough, Daniel plunged his fingers straight into my entrance leaving me to deal with the resounding squeal that ripped from my throat. Causing Daniel to laugh at me, influencing Joseph to join in.

                                            *

The final question had just been answered by Daniel and I was leaning my head into Daniel's shoulder to help with controlling the moans erupting inside me. The warmth in my stomach has just appeared as quickly as it vanished again, Daniel had stopped and chuckled at my irritated expression. Nevertheless, I got up and shoved my now broken thongs in Daniel's jacket pocket and waved at the fans with a bright smile on my face as we all walked off. We had just got out of the fan's eyesight when a hand delivered a hard slap to my barely covered assume cheek as this dress was so short. I span around and grabbed his wrist before dragging him further backstage, behind a screen next to the dressing rooms.

“What do you think your doing ? Playing around like that during a panel and then not even letting me finish ?!”

I didn't even let him reply as I dragged his face down towards mine and kissed him lustfully. His hands wandered down to my waist and clutched the already tight fabric tighter around me. The other unoccupied hand drove down to my ass and clutched it, allowing the skirt to rise up. Exposing the bare skin of my cheek. I used one of my hands to undo his zipper before pulling his dick out and stroking it. Clearly, he was eager because before I knew it. I was pressed up against the wall, sticking my tongue down his throat and moving myself up and down on his already hard cock. What we hadn't realised that the screen had moved, as Daniel had knocked it with his foot when walking to the wall. He pulled away and smirked at me.

“You told me we wouldn't have public sex after last time.”

“This is the last time Mr Gillies, I'm promising you.”

We smiled at eachother and kept going against the wall. His tip caused some tension when arriving to a depth he hadn’t before but it was a pleasurable one most definitely. The lips of my pussy enveloped his tip and he ran it through my drenched folds before deciding to plunge into me once again. I was about to scream and he knew I wasn’t good at being quiet when he fucks me so good. I clung onto him hoping it would relieve tha ache he’d created by filling me so good. He sat down on a chair that was sat in a chair of the little area backstage. Sitting down, allowed his thrusts to speed up rapidly and his face to rest in between my smooth and nearly covered beasts. He bit my hardened buds through my dress and caused a shive of please to shoot down to my core and promoting me to burst.

I then decided to let go and couldn’t help but let out a gratifying scream for him. I was coming down from my high and the screen pulled back. A man that looked about 40, eyed us disgusted and told us to move it.

“Well atleast I won the deal ?”

“Remember the deal we had ? If I was right about is having sex in public again no matter how much you denied that we wouldn’t. Your were very adamant.#

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 1

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: some angst ig, light cheating? (not really lol), mingyu is just flirty, female masturbation, mentions of alcohol and weed

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: it’s gonna get spicy soon just trust me ;)

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30 minutes. That's how long you had spent anxiously perched in front of your computer, waiting for the familiar ring of the video call to echo through the speakers. You cycled between scrolling through social media, checking your reflection in the camera, and debating on whether or not to text Wonwoo. You understood that he was busy; it wasn't unusual for either of you to call a few minutes later than you had originally planned. But Wonwoo had never left you hanging for this long without an explanation. Normally, your mind would begin to fixate on the worst case scenario, but Wonwoo had already cancelled on you the past two weeks because he was busy working.

The loud vibration of your phone against your desk drew you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly picked it up and saw Wonwoo's name glowing across the screen. "Hello?" You answered quickly.

"Hey," Wonwoo's deep voice sounded through the phone. "You're gonna hate me," He chuckled.

"I could never," You replied. You already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.

"I can't FaceTime tonight." He explained. Even though you saw it coming, you couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that weighed heavy on your chest.

Your eyes met with the reflection displayed on the laptop screen. It taunted you, reminding you that Wonwoo's face wouldn't be there to replace it once again. "Well, I would be a lot happier right now if you told me that half an hour ago," You laughed bitterly. Running a hand through your hair, you quietly sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." Wonwoo apologized. His voice was laced with genuine sorrow; you could clearly picture the frown that lined his lips right now. He added after a moment of silence, "I don't wanna keep doing this to you, so I think we should change our date day. I've been working more Fridays lately."

You nodded despite him not being able to see you and hummed in agreement. "What day then?" You asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I still have to figure out my schedule. Just text me what works for you and I'll let you know soon, okay?" He sighed.

"Oh, okay... yeah." Your lips drew into a tighter line with each word he spoke.

"Okay, I have to get to get back to work right now. I'm sorry again." He continued quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The three tones signaled the end of the call, and slowly you pulled the phone away from your ear. Your tired reflection stared back at you. Finally, you shut the computer for the third Friday in a row.

The remainder of the weekend passed and you had barely heard anything from Wonwoo except for the usual good morning and goodnight texts. By the time Wednesday came around, the both of you finally agreed that Saturday could be your new set day for FaceTime dates. You powered through the rest of the week, and on Saturday you excitedly set aside all the work from your classes and waited patiently for Wonwoo to call.

You really missed him. It'd been just over two months now since you last saw him in person, when you moved into your dorm at a university three hours away from the one where you and Wonwoo met. He stayed behind while you transferred to a college with a renowned journalism program. At first, you were hesitant to leave him, but Wonwoo refused to let you give up such a great opportunity just to stay close to him. That was what you loved about him: he wanted to see you be happy and successful.

Situating yourself comfortably on the bed, you pulled up some random Netflix series to entertain yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. You only half paid attention, glancing between the computer screen and your Instagram feed on your phone. Time crawled, and slowly you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress below.

Cold, small hands shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, disoriented. The series you were watching was still playing quietly. Your roommate, Jisoo, stood next to your bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow. "You're passed out by 7 on a Saturday night?" A teasing smile was displayed across her face as she shut your laptop.

You suddenly realized that it was an hour past the time that Wonwoo had promised to FaceTime you. Your heart sunk in your chest as you thought about how you probably missed his call without an explanation. You picked up your phone, but quickly noticed the notification for a missed phone call from him, followed by a text that said: I'm so sorry, something came up I promise I'll call you tomorrow.

Jisoo surveyed you for a moment; a more serious expression began to cross her features. She sat down at the bottom of your bed. "Did something happen?"

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your hands. "Wonwoo cancelled on me again," You sighed, "But I shouldn't be mad at him for it. It's not his fault he's busy."

Jisoo tsked and patted your leg through the sheets. "Of course you can be upset! How many times has it been now?"

"This entire month. And he always cancels super late."

She scoffed, "See! That's shitty. If this was the first time it wouldn't have been a big deal. But four times?" She stood up quickly and opened up her wardrobe. "If he wants long distance to work, he needs to have better communication."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied. Jisoo held a black top up to her figure, observing herself in the mirror. "Where are you going?" You inquired.

"A party at the SVT frat. You know any of them?" She explained while changing her outfit.

You had heard of the frat before, but you racked your brain for any of their names and couldn't remember one. "I don't think so."

Jisoo faced you again and smiled. "Well, let's go."

You chuckled, "No way."

She pouted. "Come on. You haven't gone out with me I'm so long. You're in college!" Jisoo begged. "Just this once. You'll have fun."

Jisoo had a point. You really had nothing else better to do besides sit around and mope over Wonwoo ditching you. You let out an exhasperated sigh of defeat, "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes! Go get all cute and dressed up." She cheered.

You emerged from your bed and strolled over to your own closet. "Alright, I'll be quick."

You and Jisoo walked into the party hand in hand. Immediately, the stench of weed and sweat overwhelmed you. Loud music vibrated through the walls of the house and clashed with the sounds of people cheering and yelling. An intense game of beer pong captured the attention of most people in the main room, but you could see a separate crowd gathered in the kitchen too.

"Who do you know here again?" You shouted over the music at Jisoo, not seeing a single person you recognized so far.

She leaned closer to you so you could hear. "Choi Seungcheol. I have a chemistry class with him." She scanned the room and suddenly perked up. "Oh, there he is!" She called his name and pulled you along with her towards him.

He stood against the wall with a red cup in his hand, talking with another tall boy. At the call of his name, he looked over at the two of you and smiled brightly. "Jisoo! I'm so happy you made it." He exclaimed while wrapping his arm around her lower back. Seungcheol watched you with kind eyes as you approached him. "And who is this?" He asked Jisoo.

"This is my roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Seungcheol." She introduced you both and you smiled and gave a small wave to the two boys.

The other boy flashed you a sweet smile that caused his eyes to form into crescents. "I'm Seokmin. I live here with Cheol." He explained.

All four of you continued to converse casually until Seungcheol pointed to you and Seokmin and said, "Hey, why don't you two go get some drinks? We'll wait here." You swore you saw a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and you quickly glanced at Jisoo to see if she noticed it too, but her expression remained neutral. This was exactly why you strayed away from parties. You wanted to avoid any encounters with flirty, drunk frat boys. But Jisoo, who was basically a mind reader, didn't react, so maybe you were just being overly paranoid.

You nodded and walked over to the kitchen, Seokmin following close behind, and watched as he began to mix some drinks together for the four of you. He let out a frustrated sigh as one of the bottles of liquor reached its end. Seokmin peeked over his shoulder and shouted, "Mingyu! Can you get me the other bottle of vodka?" You perked up at the familiar-sounding name, but couldn't remember where you had heard it before.

A moment later a presence approached you and Seokmin from behind and set the bottle down on the counter. "Now you have to make me one too," The deep voice joked. You turned around and immediately recognized the tall figure.

"Mingyu?" You called out in surprise.

His eyes dragged over and met yours. His face lit up instantly as he recognized you. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" Mingyu laughed.

Seokmin turned around and handed a cup to Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "You guys know each other?" He questioned.

You grabbed your own cup and took a sip of the bittersweet mixture. "Yeah, we have a digital media class together." You said before smirking at Mingyu. "I didn't think you were the frat boy type."

Mingyu rested his right hand on the counter beside you, almost trapping you in between the wood and his body. "I guess I'm just full of surprises," He replied.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his flirty response. This was a whole new side of him that you had never seen before in class. Granted, he was most likely tipsy and maybe even a bit high, but in class he was usually polite and reserved. He cracked jokes with you sometimes, but you never expected him to be so bold. On top of that, he always had his hair styled back neatly. Now, his dark hair fell over his forehead in messy curls. His skin was sheathed in a light layer of sweat, and the muscles in his arms and chest were suddenly more prominent under his white tee in the dim light of the house. You had to admit, he was ridiculously attractive.

"I'm gonna go give this to Cheol and Jisoo," Seokmin interrupted before leaving the kitchen with both cups in his hands.

Silently, you started behind him and Mingyu walked with you. "So what are you doing here?" He asked again as the two of you rounded the corner and entered the living room.

"My roommate was invited and made me go with her," You told him. You continued to sip your drink, basking in the warm feeling that the alcohol left in your chest.

"Makes sense. I didn't expect you to be a party girl." He teased. His arm slowly snaked around your waist and squeezed your hip lightly. Your skin tingled beneath his touch but you didn't give him any physical reaction, opting to just ignore the grip he had on you.

Your jaw dropped in a fake gasp. "You think I'm boring or something?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I never said that," He responded with a smirk on his lips.

Seungcheol and Jisoo had migrated from the spot where they previously stood, so you scanned the crowded room for the long haired girl. Finally you noticed her sitting close to Seungcheol on the couch. You could see they were laughing about something and considering Seokmin wasn't hovering near them anymore either, you decided to leave them be.

Mingyu noticed where you were looking and raised his eyebrows at you when you turned back to look at him. "Well, I guess my roommate is busy," You rolled your eyes.

You had forgotten about Mingyu's hand on your waist until he squeezed it again. "Good thing you have me then," He bantered. Your skin flushed; you slightly leaned into his touch. It had been so long since you felt someone else's hands roam across your body. You missed the feeling.

Mingyu slowly pulled your body closer to his until your chest was centimeters away. You gulped and dragged your eyes up to meet his. He stared at you intensely, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your breathing hitched as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "You're so pretty," He muttered. It felt like fire had lit up your entire body. Your nerves tingled and your brain felt fuzzy and you hated to admit it but you could feel arousal growing between your legs. Somehow Mingyu pulled you even closer than before and you felt his hard cock brush against your thigh through his jeans. His tongue darted out against his lips and he inched his face towards yours. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered just inches away from you lips.

Guilt imprisoned you as soon as he said those words. They reminded you of where you were, and what you were planning on doing. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I have a boyfriend," You admitted briskly.

Mingyu stared at you in confusion. "What?"

Shame overtook you. Wonwoo had trusted you to remain loyal, and here you were at a frat party, leading on some poor boy from your class.

Mingyu lightly grabbed your wrist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should've asked-" He started, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry. This is my fault." You apologized and pulled your wrist out of his grasp. You looked at him; he stared at you with a sorrowful gaze. The regret on your face was evident and he knew that he had helped in bringing this guilt upon you.

"I- I have to go do something," You added before turning around and darting towards the door. You didn't bother to turn around or look for Jisoo, you just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Once you were outside, you inhaled a sharp breath and pulled out your phone to call for an Uber. You waited near the street, sending a text to Jisoo to let her know that you felt sick and went home while you waited.

Eventually the Uber pulled up and you hurriedly sat down and told the driver where to go. You breathed a sigh of relief as they finally pulled away from the frat.

The drive was short, but you spent every one of those few minutes replaying the night's events in your mind. Your flesh still tingled in the places where Mingyu had touched you. Guilt haunted you, but you attempted to lessen that burden by reasoning with yourself. You missed Wonwoo. A lot. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face and of course feeling his touch against your skin. You hadn't been fucked in over two months now, so it was no wonder that any bit of physical affection would have such a strong effect on you. What mattered is that you stopped it before anything happened. You could live with that, you decided. All you had to do now was just clear up things with Mingyu next week, deal with any awkwardness between you two, and focus on Wonwoo.

When you arrived at your dorm, you quickly changed your clothes, cleansing yourself of the faint smell of weed and the remnants of Mingyu's touch. Not long after, exhaustion began to take over your body. You laid down on the bed, not even bothering to check your phone before closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you.

You weren't sure what time you fell asleep, but you awoke some time later and glanced at the clock. 11:54 PM. You stretched your arms behind your head and yawned as you scanned the room. Jisoo was still gone. You closed your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep, but your mind began to race.

You could clearly picture Mingyu's lust-filled eyes staring down at you, his hands running over your waist and pulling you towards the heat of his body. The glow of his skin, the messy curls hanging over his forehead, the fullness of his lips as he asked in his husky voice if he could kiss you—the images and sensations swirled around in your thoughts.

In a half asleep daze, you rubbed your thighs together. Friction built between your legs. You groaned quietly as your mind revisited how you felt when Mingyu's hands were on your body. More arousal began to pool in your heat, your underwear clinging to your wetness.

Languidly, you ran your hand down your stomach and toyed with the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling the fabric down your legs. You imagined Mingyu's sharp eyes staring at you from between your thighs as you ran your fingers through your slick folds. Arousal coated your fingers and you began to rub your clit in slow circles. You pretended that Mingyu's thick fingers were the ones teasing your clit, making your legs jolt each time you pressed the right spot.

You moaned quietly and began to grope your own breast. You squeezed and flicked your nipple, causing a quiet gasp to fall from your lips. You pulled your hand away from your clit and slowly pushed two fingers into your dripping heat. "Mmh, Mingyu," You groaned under your breath. You imagined his deep voice saying the dirtiest things to you as he pumped and curled his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped as you hit a particular spot that made you arch your lower back. You continued pumping your fingers at a fast pace until the knot building in your lower stomach snapped. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a sharp whine as an intense feeling of euphoria washed over your body.

Your body relaxed against the sheets as your heart rate began to slow and exhaustion overtook you once again. You sighed contently and wrapped yourself in your blankets, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You promised yourself that you would never do that again.

[phoenixdnasty]

The Problem with Season Five

this is already going to have a lot of you in the replies yelling at me. obviously, massive SPOILERS for s5 of she ra and the princesses of power if you haven't already seen it.

okay, so She Ra is definitely a kids' show, but it has a lot of themes aimed towards an older audience: abuse, war, found family, destiny and knowing who you are. I loved She Ra because it made me feel empowered, made me feel seen. after this last season, however, I don't feel the same. I will, however, talk about what it did well.

What She-Ra s5 did RIGHT

I very much enjoyed seeing the character development for most characters come to the forefront here. For example, SW returned to her original motivations. When she lived in Mystacor with the other sorcerers, her thirst for power was borne of a desire to fight the Horde. When she was rejected, then she chose to do what she did. We see a return to that in s5, where she takes a stand against Prime by enlisting Castaspella to stop her if she tries to take any power for herself. She ends up just wanting to help, to do what she can, which was excellent. Glimmer, Bow and a bunch of other characters are given some love here as well. I especially enjoyed seeing Bow and Mermista take on leadership positions in the absence of Adora; it was an excellent look into another facet of their personalities.

Character interactions in non-serious moments were, for the most part, good. Swift Wind and Scorpia being bros was not something I knew I needed but something I want more of. Netossa basically being Batman and knowing the weaknesses of everyone around her was great and an iconic scene. Bow thinking Catra was super adorable was also an excellent moment in the season and I could watch 9 more seasons worth of that. Something that surprised me was Entrapta's "not good with people"-ness being talked about and addressed by the other characters and explained by her; I wasn't sure if that was ever gonna be talked about in the show.

Side note: thank you Crew-Ra for giving Scorpia her own musical number, it was great.

Prime was also a fascinating enemy. He's this sort of religious figure, this world destroyer who's been around for seemingly centuries, maybe much longer. He's cold, calm and calculated. I've seen it pointed out that he's everything Hordak is not. He's manipulative, knows body language and facial expressions, and has a perfect grasp on how to get exactly what we wants. My favorite aspect of this season was the hive mind control. This was a very interesting plotline to me, and I thoroughly enjoyed HiveMind!Catra as well as Wrong Hordak. I loved the idea of pitting allies against each other and the angst and emotional weight that carried.

Going to use that point to segue into one of this season's strengths: Netossa and Spinnerella. Wow! We get a chance to see what a healthy queer/wlw relationship looks like, and two background characters get major upgrades in relevance. Two diversity points for one being a big girl and for the couple being interracial (in our world anyway), but diversity is the norm is SPOP and we might have to stan forever. It was extremely heartwarming and resulted in one of my favorite scenes to ever show up in animated media (one which I'll be stealing to add to my vows if I ever get married):

It was beautiful and I will absolutely never shut up about it.

There were some beautiful moments this season!! Absolutely gorgeous. A highlight for me cinematically was episode 5, which will probably bother some people when I say what I will below. I will be honest, the new transformation sequence and the scene of Adora holding Catra as She-Ra was powerful and had my heart pounding with excitement. It was awesome.

On the other hand...

What She-Ra s5 did WRONG

I'm going to break my issues with the final season down one by one, starting with the narrative of abuse.

From the very beginning, abuse is the most prevalent theme in the show. Prime (HP) abuses Hordak, Hordak abuses SW, SW abuses both Adora and Catra, and Catra abuses Adora. I liked the Crew-Ra tackling this issue. Abused people abuse people, right?

Why was everyone redeemed in s5? (Well, except for Prime, he was blasted away by She-Ra.) Hordak was given a blank slate to start over, even though he was the reason Etheria was war torn for at least a few decades; SW was given a hero's sacrifice, where at the end of her life she finally decides to do some good; and Catra is immediately forgiven for doing one good thing and all trust in placed in her simultaneously.

Hordak and H. Prime as abusers are pretty cut and dry; at no point are they ever remorseful for their actions, except for Hordak in the case of being abusive to Entrapta. SW is much more of an interesting character to analyze, because her motivations are geared directly towards herself. This seems to change in the final season, when she returns to her original motivations from back when she was in Mystacor. Defending her home. In her pursuit of the power needed to defend Etheria from the Horde, she fell into darkness. She began to abuse Adora and Catra.

One could argue that the hero's sacrifice she was given for redemption was unneeded. SW was an individual addicted to power. She was manipulative, using fake affection as a means to control. She didn't deserve a redemption. The only evidence we have of this supposed change of heart is a line to Castaspella: "...and stop me if I try to take the power for myself." Okay... so, SW, um... what changed your mind? Was it Micah? Because at no point has he forgiven you. In fact, there should've been much more hostility between the two of you (which is a point I'll address in a moment). In all honesty, the relationship between SW and Micah reminds me of what should've happened between Catra and Glimmer, or Catra and Scorpia.

And Catra... My problem with her story is that she was kinda just... forgiven? instantly. no repercussions, no long talks about feelings, no... consequences. Catra got the girl and that was it. A small list of things she did over 4 seasons, in no certain order:

Scratched what was implied were scarring marks down Adora's back

Was the cause of Angella's "death" #angelladeservedbetter

Kidnapped both Glimmer and Bow

Opened a world-ending portal all to ensure Adora failed

Also pushed Adora into what looked like an abyss

Verbally abused Scorpia into leaving

Wanted to pit Corrupted!She-Ra against her friends (dehumanization)

Got Entrapta sent to Beast Island, a deadly place no one ever returns from

And this is just the stuff off the top of my head. We all knew Catra was going to get a redemption, but this one was completely undeserved. She apologized to Adora and Entrapta. Two very short apologies for what canonly was at minimum, months of abuse, manipulation, intent to kill (which is literally mentioned by Adora) and general disregard for anyone or anything but revenge for something that didn't even deserve it. The entire cast should've been outraged. Glimmer in particular had a very big reason not to ever forgive Catra ("I'm not losing another parent!"), but it was all glossed over.

The biggest issue with season 5 was the abuse plotline completely dropped. You can't spend 4 seasons explaining how the cycle of abuse affects you and everyone around you... and shelve it. And we know the reason why it was shelved.

Let me first preface this with the fact that I am super happy we got representation. As a queer nblw who grew up feeling alone, it's so good to see things changing in media. An onscreen wlw kiss on a kids' show is groundbreaking and I'm very happy that She-Ra broke this barrier.

But all representation is not good representation. Catra and Adora is not a good representation of a healthy relationship.

Catra is shown throughout the series to be very unstable. This is even prevalent in season 5, when Adora "chooses SW" over Catra, she runs away. This breaks Adora's heart. The last thing that Catra needs is a relationship when she hasn't even confronted the issues that she has. There's no healing done in season 5, no therapy as the fandom loved to meme about, no long talks about forgiveness and the hurt caused. There's no callback to any of the pain and anguish that Catra put Adora through. Catra may love Adora, but if there is no healing done for the both of them, their relationship will fail. They will fall into the same cycle again. Adora will do something Catra doesn't like, Catra will do what she's done for all of the show, and it will repeat until something breaks.

I'm going to talk about the implications of the ending we have now, and feel free to argue with me.

She-Ra is a kids' show. Abuse is one of the main themes. Catra is shown to be an abuser. Here's what we are teaching younger audiences:

a. if you love someone enough, maybe they'll change

b. everyone deserves a second chance

c. your abuser will change as long as you're loyal and never stop trying to love them

d. things someone does to hurt you mean nothing in the wake of forgiveness

e. if someone who hurt you changes suddenly and wants to be back in your life, you should let them back in

Character interactions for the things that mattered (plot threads from previous seasons, general personality clashes, etc) were absent this season, in the moments where they mattered the most. (The best three in my opinion were Scorpia and Perfuma, the BFS inviting Catra in, and Mermista and Entrapta.) Glimmer and Adora should've had their time to talk. Scorpia should've gotten to say her piece to Catra. SW and Micah should've interacted more. Micah and Glimmer should've gotten more than an introduction!

I'm not going to get into how the entire final season was wrapped around making Catra and Adora get together (a fundamental writing no-no; it never ends up working), or how it was bad writing. I just want everyone to think critically for one moment. There are so many other glaring issues in what was, overall, a stellar show. If there was another season, or some mini episodes where the characters talk out their problems and past transgressions against each other, then I could excuse She-Ra. But I doubt we're going to get any of that. So I won't.

[snowydaffodils]

Flustered

3501 words | 2nd Person POV

A Yoon Jeonghan fluff, prompt, how you met, how you (hinted) eventually dated, where you're an actress and he's the other lead actor. Enjoy your new years! 🎉

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Yoon Jeonghan is very rarely flustered. If anything, he's usually the cause of all the flustering - twelve boys can back you up on that. He'd make fun of your height, poke your cheeks, comment cutesy compliments as you work together, flirt playfully, and make fun of how stupid your character sounds.

Indeed, you accepted this role fully aware of the awfully pure and slow-witted character the scriptwriter had written down. Throughout your years in acting, even if this was your very first lead role, you had never gone easy on the rest of the roles you had received. You live and understand them, think like them, and every single character you've performed have now become a part of you. But of course, the closest character to you now is this easily distracted girl who just blushes all the time.

So for the course of eight months, you've acted with all your might, and this is the you that Jeonghan knew. You weren't exactly innocent and slow-witted just like the character, but a bit of the character influenced your own personal traits. The fun to tease, cute, and adorably likable girl. Just like you, it was his first lead role in a drama, and the first one in Seventeen to land on one, too, even if he wasn't the first one to be in one. He had curiously accepted a side role before, right after his military release, and just as the group were exploring their own careers whilst waiting to reunite again as a whole. That side role, with the help of his previous acting lessons, drowned him into the world of acting once more, and he fell in love with the art of the screen more than he ever did before.

Your first impression on him during the first cast meeting was that he looked heavenly. It was like his cheekbones were sculpted to perfection and no one could tell you otherwise. You were incredibly starstruck and in awe that you stuttered in making your first introductions. It didn't help that he was smooth with his words, too, making you sound incredibly nervous as opposed to him.

"Hi, I'm Jeonghan from Seventeen, and I'll be taking the lead role in this drama. Please take care of me."

"Hi, I'm play, uh, playing the lead gull, I mean g-girl."

Had he smiled politely and continued the conversation like nothing had happened, maybe you wouldn't have been too embarrassed, but also maybe you wouldn't have let your guards down to know and befriend him personally. Instead, he had laughed at you with all the stomach power he had. He never lets you forget that you stuttered so badly as you introduced yourself for the first time the entire day. He even made his own reasons (you wouldn't admit them, but they couldn't have been more true) as to why you stuttered.

"Nervous? I'm super charming, aren't I?" his ego is surely out of bounds as he said that, a smirk donning his lips. "I know, I'm surprised at myself, too sometimes."

You hit him on the arm, your cheeks growing in color. "I'm a big fan of Seventeen, but I didn't realize that you're this cheeky."

He laughed, so genuinely and purely, and you smiled, already warmed up to him. He made friends with you quickly, and from all the behind the scenes footage, he was quick to melt his awkward-i-just-met-you exterior and interacted with you as he would with his members. Jeonghan was this tall, built, and handsome man, and he owned unreal facial features that made everyone wonder if he was indeed human just like everyone else. He was perfect for his role: the cold, sly, and dominating lead in the series. It was the complete opposite of your character, and with his friendliness, it was easy for you to quickly build up chemistry and work well with him, but as you two get closer, the more playful he became.

"You're the love of my life," he recited his lines, cheesy as it is, to which you became shy to and shrank as he got closer and closed his lips to yours.

He was quick to tease your blushes after the director's "Cut!" in each kissing scene, and would tease you easily at other romantic or heart fluttering scenes you had to do.

"Aww, that's cute, you're blushing again! I can hear your heart fluttering," he would say. "Then again, I am charming."

And in each time, you were always caught in his trap, stuck in the moment, and your heart follows his lead, ignoring all the other self-restraining signals your head was screaming about. He'd laugh right after he got a reaction out of you, and the grin he'd give you would linger in your head for the rest of the day.

There was another day when one of his members - Joshua - came to support as a cameo, and it felt like Jeonghan was on booster or something. He introduced you to Joshua, who was sweet, polite, and a perfect gentleman, but then Jeonghan continued to tease you the entire day Joshua was there. He made sure to remind Joshua how cute you were so many times throughout the day. At that point you were actually getting used to Jeonghan's antics, but him teasing you in front of a new person puts you on another level of flustered.

"Hey Josh, meet the love of my life," Jeonghan said, using his scripted lines.

Joshua, while he was nicer than Jeonghan, still played along sometimes. "Then I'll call you member-in-law!" He said.

Your birthday was on a filming day, and he managed to fool you to think that you had hurt his feelings by giving him comments on his acting as per usual (you were sure you weren't saying anything bad, but he kept directing it to be a negative one). He started showing acts of distaste and, at one point, even yelled at you and left the room.

It was heart-wrenching to watch him leave - you never wanted to hurt his feelings, you just wanted to help and support him and the drama entirely. Guilt washed over you quickly, and tears piled in your eyes. The crew was looking at you so judgmentally, and all you wanted to do was go home, lock the doors, and hide under your covers. You didn't know what to do, and some of the crew even went to you to convince you that he just needed to blow off steam and he'll be back and you can apologize when he gets back.

You wanted to scream and rip his hair off when he came back with a cake, singing Happy Birthday like nothing happened. Your tears flowed like a river though, because you genuinely thought that Yoon Jeonghan, this man, was actually angry at you to the point that he put it to display to everyone who was present and even yelled at you.

"Don't cry!" he laughed at you, taking the cream from the cake and swiping your cheeks with his finger. "You'll look ugly. We have to take a picture with this cake!"

You cursed at him for the first time since you've known him, but he only chuckled and patted your back to calm down your sniffles (you glared at his finger until he wiped the cream away first, though). He gave you a friendly hug and you hit him to prove the point that you were upset, and it was a loud slap in the back that everyone was surprised but laughed at. Apparently, a behind-the-scenes camera was on and recording the entire surprise; Jeonghan remembered this and went to the camera to tell on you. He complained really loudly, "Carats, she hit me!" he pointed at you playfully.

You were still sniffling, snots everywhere and you eyes still bawling with tears. "Y-you deserve it!" you screamed.

On the last day of filming, you had laughed everything off, remembering everything that happened during the course of filming and engraving every memory to your heart. It was surely an indescribable experience. The crew had been super nice, and they felt like a second family to you. The cast members became your best friends, including the one and only Yoon Jeonghan. You thanked Jeonghan, the rest of the cast, and the entire crew for all their hard work, hugged your co-stars tightly, and told Jeonghan to stay in contact with you even after it all ended because you'd miss him.

"Hey, but don't be a stranger," you told him. "I think I'm too used to having you around, its gonna be hard to live peacefully, now."

He smiled, pinched your cheeks and said, "Did you think I'm gonna stop just because the drama ended? You should've seen me annoy my members even from the military base."

You rolled your eyes at him, "I wouldn't dare to assume you'd do anything less."

And he kept to his word. Though there hadn't been any opportunities for both of you to meet each other again (variety shows and interview promotions were done during the course of filming), he still contacts you day-to-day, even if only to send a meme he found of you and laugh at you through text.

"You really DO look like you've got a frog in your mouth! Hahahaha!"

This went on through the rest of the year until the Award Shows started to busy every single celebrity available, finally announcing the invites, MCs, performances, and nominees to each award they have. Your drama with Jeonghan had hit it big as fans were so happy to watch both of you interact (also, maybe because Woozi sang the main OST, and Scoups' rap on the OST was fire), and you were invited to almost every single one of them as a nominee for multiple awards.

It was first assumed, then implied, but it was also because he was actually sweet enough to ask you personally, that you were officially his date to every one of the award shows your drama was nominated in. You agreed, not because he was your co-star, but because he was a genuinely nice and fun person to spend time with. You were also very excited, not just because you were nominated, but also because this time you were going to finally present your original and true self to Yoon Jeonghan and the world. The other characters within you screamed in delight as you excitement rose, and you had planned everything out, determined to show that you are not just a simple easily teased girl that Yoon Jeonghan bullies on.

On the very first show you wore a white gown - the top part was gold glitter with a heart neckline, and it corseted your figure, highlighting all the important curves in your body. Down your dress, the fabric flowed in an A-line skirt, transparency growing in a gradient as it reached the bottom, your strapped golden heels visible within your skirt. You put your half your hair into a braid and curled the rest. With curtain-like gold earrings and white diamonds shining out of the strands, Jeonghan was stunned when he saw you for the first time. Your make up was different from what he was used to, and a mature-like pureness aura radiates from you. He didn't know what to say, muted to say the least. He had never seen you like that, and once both of you reached the red carpet, his hand on your back as a gentlemanly support to guide you through the reporters, he noticed how straight you walked, and how you carried yourself so gracefully. The reporters were asking questions, but he left the answering to you as he continued to stay stunned through the red carpet. It was only when you both had finally taken your seats when he finally relaxed and converse normally again.

The minimum movements you emitted, just enough to be polite and to please your audience were not missed by the man, and he observed the details of your interactions to the utmost adoration. Your gracefulness had struck a chord in his heart and he was awed to say the least.

He ended the night with a shy smile and an "Oh, and by the way, you were absolutely beautiful tonight." The sincerity of his tone didn't go unnoticed and you didn't forget to thank him before going separate ways. It was oddly out of character of him to do, but you liked the new side of him you have yet to explore.

The next show, you opted for a bright red designer's gown. This one, fitting to its price tag, created this absolutely stunning silhouette, and while it did not sparkle or glitter, its muted red still create a distinction of you and made you shine. The designed folds in your dress accented your figure even more, and with a looser fabric, the skirt of your dress was made longer so it could trail behind you as you walk. Your hair was gathered up into one straight ponytail, a pretty simple hairdo to gather attention to your striking gown for the night.

Jeonghan didn't recognize you when he first was led to your changing room. You didn't just look like a different person, you feel like one, too. He didn't even realize that he held his breath as he looked at you. The stylist were so proud of their efforts and Jeonghan's reaction had them giggling and teasing him. "She's incredibly beautiful, isn't she?"

He barely managed a "yes" before you could chuckle and said to him, "Well look who's being shy, now."

At this, he returned a laughter of his own. He didn't bother hiding his surprised expression. "You got me. You look incredible."

Your outfit and style of the day, added with your elegance and poise as you conducted yourself in front of the reporters and other celebrities had Jeonghan staring at you for a while, and quite numerous whiles. He absolutely adored you. There was a surging feeling of wholesome pride as he stood beside you, his hand on your back as he escorted you through the venue. Even as he teased you as he answered the reporters' questions, you had retained your poise as you held it within yourself not to be flustered easily by this man. You had a year worth of practice for that.

"Isn't she beautiful? I'm such a fan of hers," Jeonghan whispered to the reporters, his playful grins and chuckles evident as he interacted happily. "She doesn't look like her character now, does she?"

You chuckled along with him, but dragged him to stop him from acting like a fan on the red carpet. He laughed and after a few tries of refusing your urges to move on, eventually let it go and allowed you to pull him forwards. As you moved on, he placed his hand on your back just like how he usually does, as a sign that he was right there walking with you.

The third time though, Jeonghan was speechless. He barely spoke through the course of the night, and his eyes never left you.

You wore a black designer's gown this time, with sequinned patterned Qs coming from your neck down to your knees before the skirt spreads out to hide your silver heels. It was a mermaid gown and it hugged your figure nicely. The skirt was actually more flowy that you thought, but it added a nice touch. You wore silver earrings and diamond hair pieces as you put your hair up in the most elegant updo Jeonghan had ever seen. He was already stunned when he saw you for the first time, but he almost choked when you turned around only for him to realize that your gown was completely backless.

Now, where is he supposed to place his hand again?

His face was flushed and when you turned to finally go out the door, you see his face filled with more red than you've ever seen. While his face was kind of salvaged by the foundation he used, the makeup couldn't help his neck from turning red as well.

"Yoon Jeonghan, are you sick?" you asked aloud, gaining the attention of all staff members present, all their eyes pointed at the man in question. "Or are you actually blushing?"

Your second question snapped him out of his haze (and had many of the stylists and make up artists giggling) as he looked at you for a few seconds, and you were starting to actually worry, before he eventually puts his hand on his forehead, covering his face.

"God, you'll be the death of me. Let's go before I embarrass myself any further."

He was indeed blushing, and his statement confirmed that for you. You laughed, but you can't help but feel you cheeks tinting a little pink from his confession. He linked your arm with his and went out together.

The first few minutes into the red carpet, Jeonghan did his best not to have direct contact with your back. He was blushing the entire time, had to ask the interviewers to repeat themselves a couple of times, and his hand was going to unsure places like your shoulder or your waist, which he was also not confident about, and eventually just lingers a few inches away from your back, like in mid-air. The so-called manner hands.

It wasn't as reassuring as having his hand on your back like the previous times you both had gone through this. His focus was also off as he tried to avoid the contact, and just moved his hand when you moved as well. You sighed and just pulled his hand to slightly slap your back, and you pointed a look at Jeonghan's direction, telling him to stop fidgeting through your eyes.

He blushed.

"Jeonghan, are you not feeling well?" one of the reporters asked.

He seemed to click then and there. His honest self couldn't help himself as he answered, "Oh yeah, she just looks gorgeous tonight, I can't take my eyes off of her."

When he finally comprehended his own words, he fumbled and stuttered. "I-I mean," he tried to reason, but the stars in the reporters' eyes were showing that they heard everything he said, and some of them squealed in delight.

"Why, thank you," you turned to face him, your smile directed for him.

He was stunned - again.

"Oh, let's just go," he said shyly, one of his hands reaching to his neck to feel just how warm he had gotten.

That night, both of you had received a daesang award, but Jeonghan kind of added a few more elements to his acceptance speech.

"Hi, this is Seventeen's Jeonghan. This acting experience was truly incredible and there's so many people who should know that they are the reason for this award. I want to thank Carats, who have always been there for me through thick and thin, and my members who have been watching and supporting me, especially to Joshua who became a cameo, my parents and my family members who had been with me from the very start, the staff members, Pledis, directors, pd-nim, and all the crew members. This is not possible without any of you. And special thanks to," Jeonghan moved his eyes on you, and he didn't know why then and there, your name disappeared from his head and instead replaced with that one line that had caught all the viewers' heart as they watched the drama.

"The love of my life - " he stopped when he realized what he just said, and realized he had kind of just confessed on national TV. "I mean, M-my co-star."

You stood there surprised at how flustered Yoon Jeonghan could be, and stunned that you were the main reason that he was fumbling on the stage and his ears redder than ever. He caught himself before he did anything else and finished his speech nicely.

"Anyways, uh, thank you for this award, I'll work even harder to be a better actor and come back with more for you all. Thankyou!"

It was your turn after him to deliver your speech, and suddenly the trophy on your hands became heavier than it actually was. Jeonghan turned his back to walk back to the spot beside you as you move forward, and you can see a small smile tugging the corners of his lips. When you were brushing against each other before you took the mic, he whispered, just loud for you to hear, and short enough to go unnoticed.

"Yes, that was my confession to you. Will you go out with me?"

All eyes were on you and all lights were on you when you felt like you bit your tongue and couldn't speak.

The MCs were waiting for your speech, and nudged you to start when you seem lost.

"Ah, yes, I mean, no, I mean yes!"

Yoon Jeonghan really knows how to fluster you, even in his most flustering moments.

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[an-eldritch-peredhel]

Unfortunately you became the latest victim of ��Tumblr just unfollows people randomly for literally no reason”

So I’m following again now!

Húrin and/or Maedhros for the character asks?

-@outofangband

@outofangband Ooof I've been lucky enough that it hasn't happened to me (I don't think? O.o) but welcome back lol! Anyway I'm gonna do them both because they deserve it! (also taking this opportunity to link one of my all time favorite fics "In Equal Measure": it's a Russingon time-travel au WIP and my ultimate place for headcanon theft re: both Maedhros and Fingon.)

How I feel about this character:

Maedhros: My man held Beleriand, the House of Finwe, and himself together, all alone with nothing but willpower and spite, we stan. No but seriously I think he's super cool, and if the Silm is ever adapted (knock on wood) I think that he'd make an excellent main character, given that he's around for most of the important events, and is consistently sympathetic. Yes even during the Kinslayings (to me at least). It's horrific and he becomes a monster equal to Morgoth in the eyes of the lands he once fought so hard to save, driven mad by an endless cycle of failure and loss and an Oath that he's more afraid to break than to keep, and I still find myself hoping for him. I'm not sure how to rank my favorite characters (besides Luthien being #1) but he's a serious contender for second place.

Hurin: :((((( He deserves better. I think the biggest thing is, he just didn't get a chance to heal? He went straight from watching daughter and son's miserable life end to being set loose into a world that largely hates those released from Morgoth, wanders around being miserable and inadvertently helping to cause several disasters, sees his wife die, and then dies himself. Just. There really are no happy endings in the Narn.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Maedhros: Fingon <3<3<3 I'm basic what can I say /j. I don't really have anything original to write about them, I just love their love. And they work with so many tropes too, star-crossed lovers: even complete with a Romeo & Juliet style family feud, slow burn, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, angst with a bad ending, fluff, married, not married, truly the most versatile couple :P

Hurin: Morwen. Tall goth small sunshine is one of the ideal forms of romance (actually wait that applies to Russingon too). Still not many opinions on them, but in a perfect world they'd get to live happily together with escaping sheep as their biggest worry.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Maedhros: Maglor. I really like the headcanon that Caranthir was his actual primary advisor, but even if Mae and Mags weren't the closest during the long peace, I think that they were in Valinor and after the second Kinslaying. There are some things you can't go through without bonding: being the oldest siblings is the less depressing option. That's also the reason I love the eldest-siblings trio (Maedhros, Fingon, Finrod) in Valinor. Also, this is agressively non-canonical, but I stand firm in my belief that if they had met with no baggage attached Maedhros and Luthien would've been terrifying besties.

Hurin: Well thanks to you, the "Screw Morgoth Club". It doesn't quite fit into my headcanons for how Mandos and Mystery Afterlife work, but I adore it nonetheless. Also Fingon, again thanks to you lol.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Maedhros: Hmmm I don't know if it's unpopular or not, but I feel very strongly that post-Angband he would hate to be called Maitimo. It was already a very personal name, but after everything "well-formed one" would probably feel like a cruel joke. And I don't think he ever really liked Nelyafinwe, it being a result of Feanor's feud, then Quenya was banned and Russandol wasn't an option anymore, so he compromised.

Hurin: I don't think about him enough to have opinions >o< /hj. Maybe that he didn't really vibe with Gondolin? I don't know how canon goes re: this, but I feel like lots of people would think its policy of utter isolationism (except when it's convenient to them/divine intervention) was selfish- especially post-Bragollach, when they didn't even bother to send troops. After the Nirn and its fall this view probably softened some, but a 15 year old in a strange place with strange people- beautiful and untouched by a war they refuse to involve themselves in even as their kin are dying- would probably be unsettled at best.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Maedhros: Ok. So I don't actually wish this, for many reasons but partly because it would make the story less interesting, but. That he'd died. Gosh you know it's bad when that's the happy(er) ending. At any point before canon, really, although the obvious options are on Thangorodrim and post-Nirn. I might write something about it one day, but even if everything went the same, things would still be better just because there was one less person commiting violence. Heck, even if things somehow went worse you could make an argument for that. It's not something I think about often, given how absurdly depressing it is (my angst needs happy endings ;-;) but it does pop up every now and then, helped along by one or two aus I foolishly read while wanting to cry.

Hurin: I wish canon didn't happen :( on a more serious note... that he'd been rescued. Even if it wouldn't've helped much, that display of "you weren't forgotten, there is good yet in the world" would make things a little better. And then promptly even worse if canon continued as canon does. (If Morwen rescued him... more Maedhros parallels are tragic tragic chicken soup for the soul.)

[belphegorbillickin]

Okay, but I can definitely imagine Barb/Dia doing that. It seems like quite a possibility. But wasn't dying mc's own fault though? Like,, Barbatos did warn,,, unless he knew this was gonna happen and mc was DUMB AND STUPID enough to show up to everyone like: "hi." and possibly be dumb enough to get killed. Idk lol I forgot this part.

But what you said about Beel, I really like that. I think you even mentioned belphie guilt tripping you in your yandere hcs, and trying to make you completely depend on him?? I like those possibilities. Mammon though,, too soft. Like you said, they've robbed him a lot. He could have had so much potential to be a dark character. Similarly Levi omg.

The brothers are the embodiments of the 7 deadly sins, yet, tbh, I haven't seen too much of this side of them. At least, not like how'd I expect. Leviathan, for eg. Envy. I don't recall seeing his sin playing out anywhere except in the TSL Quiz thingy. I mean, it's been toned down a lot for someone who's the literal embodiment is envy. Idk I just don't feel he's like that? As from what I found: Envy (Latin: invidia), like greed and lust, is characterized by an insatiable desire. It can be described as a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else. The struggle aroused by envy has three stages: during the first stage, the envious person attempts to lower another's reputation; in the middle stage, the envious person receives either "joy at another's misfortune"(if he succeeds in defaming the other person) or "grief at another's prosperity" (if he fails); the third stage is hatred because "sorrow causes hatred".[38]

Envy is said to be the motivation behind Cain murdering his brother, Abel, as Cain envied Abel because God favored Abel's sacrifice over Cain's.

They toned him down a little too much?? If this game has actually been inspired by demons and the 7 deadly sins, they could at least make them similar to the demons, at least in some way. I'm not that far into the game yet, but so far that I've played, I haven't seen much. As for a demon who is the embodiment of envy... I wish to see more. Levi is capable of A LOT.

Similarly, Satan. I sometimes wonder why is he even called the Avatar of Wrath when we hardly see it?? The only time I remember is him losing his calm during the whole body swap event. The fact Satan got mad at us refusing a pact actually made me think that he was the sin "wrath", but idk now. And the way it was said that "every smile is an act", I really like that concept too. But I don't think I've paid much attention to see where it played out. Sigh now Satan simps for cats like,,, please show me your dark/evil side sir.

The way you said Barb and Dia took part in a torture dungeon, I want to see more of that too. If they're demons, wouldn't they have caused SOME sort of bloodshed in a way? Especially if they're the strongest demons. Killing humans, eating them, or I even like to think doing the same to their own race. Torturing... Seems like something that every demon's blood would contain lmao, I'm not answering questions bye.

And I believe so too. The human seems like a pawn... I feel the demons would use humans for entertainment and their own purposes, while keeping up the facade of loving them. It's easy, since demons are manipulative. In that case, losing the human whether by their own hands or not would go like: "Oh well, that's unfortunate. Time for another human."

But if they REALLY did love you, I feel they'd still be manipulative. Like you said. Corrupting/spoiling the human so much to the point that they'd just HAVE to depend on them. I feel they'd also have yandere tendencies, or be "protective". Like, then I feel they really wouldn't want to let you go, despite knowing how much it can ruin your innocence.

I also don't like how everyone is after mc like "uwuwu master". The human is still a weakling despite having pacts, plus, the pacts aren't even demanding the human's soul or anything. I don't get why they let mc walk over them when they are CLEARLY much stronger? If I were a demon I'd do the opposite lmao. Making the human seem as if they are controlling me, but it's the opposite. I don't think a mere pact can change the fact that the demon's stronger,,, esp if the pact didn't demand the human's soul/life/whatever.

Also, thank you! Things got better for me :)) and also,

💫✨💕send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going 💕✨

Ofc you don't have to do this, but I got this, and it really made me happy, so here ^^

Oh btw in lesson...56 I think?? Just gonna tag this as a spoiler, but where for whatever reason Satan was "Sully" and the angel Lucifer asked him whether he liked books, let me just say I haven't even played it that far yet, but Satan going, "...Every book here is precious."

TOUCHED ME SO BAD LIKE. I DON'T KNOW IT REALLY MADE ME SOFT LMAO HE'S JUST SO okay I'll stop 🏃– 🍹

It's been a while since I've thought in-depth about the whole time traveling thing tbh, but couldn't Barbatos generally see the outcomes of the world?

We went back because they wanted to know who opened it, but considering Diavolo's the ruler of hell who turned Lilith human and Barbatos is basically the ruler of time & practically the universe I believe they already knew Lilith did it since it had to be "blood related" basically.

Barbatos also knows he can stitch together timelines and get of "extra" MCs essentially, so I believe he'd take that into account. I'm not saying MC getting killed was 100% part of the plan, but that they didn't care of MC was traumatized because they knew they could bring them back if necessary.

Imo the real goal wasn't to find out who did it, but to avoid breaking the family's bonds and devotion to Diavolo. The way it worked out was incredibly convenient and "coincidentally" a huge upgrade for Diavolo that kept the status quo and made him look good (or at least better) to Belphie and Beel without making Lucifer choose.

We see that kind of repeat later when Diavolo withdraws from the play because he was worried Lucifer wouldn't be as loyal. That's also why Lucifer gets that warning from Barbatos.

I think a huge part of why Levi's characterization is like that is because not enough people like him enough to tolerate it tbh. Even Mammon and Lucifer stans complain about the other characters hogging screen time and a lot of them admit to feeling bad for other fans. Levi is pretty much always second to last popularity wise.

I think he'd actually be more liked if they focused more on the jealously instead of making almost every interaction otaku/Ruri-chan related, but it's a bit too late now. I really, really hate how they just pretend otaku culture always existed and that's all Levi ever was. Like at least make him have an obsessive personality and be hyperfixated on novels instead of talking manga in an era before Japan even existed. It's so unbelievably lazy and really takes me out of the story.

Another problem is we only really see him interact with family or people that could enact severe consequences like Diavolo & Barbatos or people protected by the exchange program. He never gets a chance to shine or be cunning. The closest we get is things like him purposefully trying to ruin Christmas for random people online in his Christmas card. I think if he genuinely got jealous of MC and some random demon he would summon lotan almost instantly.

It's especially painful knowing what we had & being so excited to get more only for all of that to get dropped.

In an early devilgram, Be You, Satan gets jealous and feels bad about not having much unique to him and Lucifer comforts him in his own way when the others make it worse. Mammon is the most empathetic though ofc. They also talk about horror movies and Mammon says he doesn't find them scary (& the way it's framed sounds honest, idk if it's a retcon or a lie,) and Satan says "I'm sure we've all witnessed plenty of real-life horrors worse than anything in the movies."

Then when Lucifer asks for a time when he was really angry Satan first casually then gleefully talks about torturing a family to death because a kid set him up to get scolded by their parents. Meanwhile the brothers act wary of him and worry about him getting out of control while Lucifer tells everyone to take cover for their own safety with a smile. Satan happily talks about them begging for their lives and says he wishes they saw it too.

Levi also says he hates hearing about people being happy, but likes hearing about the negative things. While Asmo and Mammon are freaking out he also calls Satan cool. Which shows at least a little bit of his envy for once. Satan also says just the aura of his rage is usually too much for humans which is also interesting.

But back to Diavolo and Barbatos, I don't hate how the whole torture thing isn't super open, it makes sense imo, but I would like to see hints of them hiding it. Especially if Satan or even attic Belphie was the one you could go to to learn more about it. If anyone would defy Diavolo for that it'd be them trying to bring Lucifer down with them, or even just Satan rewarding the hunt for knowledge and not understanding the human psyche fully.

Imagine if instead of a paper thin lie about being human we got a Belphie manipulating us by pretending he was locked up because he was against hurting humans and the whole exchange program was a scam? Or at least if he told us things no one else would about Diavolo that were true so we wouldn't trust him and etc. That's the angle I'm going with in my fanfiction at least, the original story is just so lazy and boring imo.

Yeah I'm not a huge fan of how they handled pacts either, especially considering they don't even get MC's soul. It's way too one-sided to the point where I don't believe someone like Satan would ever offer it, even if the first offer was a trick and he'd get your soul or something. I agree on the whole manipulation thing too, like how is it partnership if one side has complete control over the other?

Even just making it so that demons can fight against if they really don't want to do something like harming each other and having it corrupt MC would make it a million times better.

And that's so sweet, thank you! You've made my days a lot brighter too. Not much makes me happier than infodumping and complaining about Obey Me rn lol.

I really liked Satan's line there too, although I did wish he had more a reaction to everything tbh. That whole section felt a bit too easy imo though, like I kept waiting for it to all go to shit or something. I am glad they went back into more story-based chapters too. I hope they keep that trend and expand on it.

[professor-vanad]

Alright, I've made you a guide for having the old guy over. Its relatively lengthy though so I've posted it too my blog under the title "old man porygon care guide" with some pokemon and porygon tags if you need to search for it. So check that out and save it to your blog for later.

As for your question, I did get in contact with silphco when I was doing my whole tedious detective work adventure (and Gordon is asking I let you know that he's making fun of me for "asking silphco" ending up being like step 14 in my figure out porygons past and why he's acting like an old man research quest despite it being the most obvious first step to take)

But they were less than helpful, saying how a lot of the stuff surrounding porygon and how to make them are some sort of company secret not available to the public.

(And from the way you're talking, it sounds like they might not be being completely transparent with researchers either so oof.)

And when I talked about stuff like health concerns for old dude, I couldn't seem to get anyone to even consider them being a beta porygon at all, instead only working under the assumption that he's another failed modders attempt at a porygon evolution like the original context of the dubious disk.

Even after I went through all that effort of tracking down machines able to read information stored in pokeballs that typically isn't displayed publicly when viewing them in a pc, but is instead usually used by law enforcement for returning lost pokemon, which put his first date of capture a good time before porygon were released to the public.

So it would be a heck of a task to pull off a bootleg of something that wasn't publicly available yet.

And I was able to track down and talk too previous owners dating back too 19 years ago, and none of them were particularly tech savvy either.

So that still brought up some worrying stuff that if his weirdness is a mix of being really old AS WELL as from being modded, then he would have been living with the mods for a minimum of 19 years, and still wouldn't have made him NOT a pre-release beta porygon, which was a lingering issue with attempts to talk too silphco people and them not taking me seriously.

They also offered for me to send them the old guy to attempt to repair him, but pretty heavily implied I wouldn't be getting him back if I gave him up, presumably as a way of discouraging irresponsible modding of porygon.

So that's hella suspicious, and I'm not gonna be doing that.

As for proof of chansey eggs improving general porygon quality of life?

I literally only have the few years I've spent with old man porygon for reference, who's apparently super weird for a porygon anyway, so I'm probably the wrong person to figure out that sort of thing. I just know he became a lot less spacy and tired all the time when I switched him too eggs, and later too berrys/pokebeans that are still on the tree/vine once I was able to start growing those myself and the sanctuary pokemon were able to help themselves instead of me buying fruit from the market (though pretty sure that was more an improvement of getting them reasons to go outside on their own regularly instead of napping indoors. Since it wasn't as dramatic a change as the chansey eggs).

But when it comes to fixing him, I guess if it comes to it, and all that can really be done is essentially build a new porygon out of the corpse of the old one, well.... I'm usually all about pokemon being able to learn enough to make their own decisions, but I'm not quite sure that's a concept the old man would really be able to comprehend in his current state.

Regardless though, the obligation would still be to try and have him understand as much as he can and see what they want based on their options.

Although if they imply something like " I want to go home" don't be jumping to conclusions about them asking to die with dignity at home.

He is not very smart and is terrible at euphemisms, so chances are what he would actually mean is "I would rather do difficult thinking on my pillow in the living room at home".

Trust me, I've been burned by their thought process before.

Don't jump to conclusions that they have things figured out or that they understood you unless it's a very simple statement you can get immediate results from like saying "come here" or "do you want food option A or B".

And it wouldn't surprise me if what it took to actually get their consent to such a thing, would be to literally have you travel to the sanctuary and have you sit there with porygon in the houses living room, drawing on whiteboards and using videos and explaining it over and over in slightly different ways until it clicks with him and he gives a straight answer.

I mean I've gotten used to having to go out of my way to find ways to deal with his senility, but that would be a hell of a rigmarole to rope some stranger into.

Heck, I've already gone and frightened my employee Gordon about the possibility of a long and tedious porygon detective adventure part 2 just talking about this stuff.

That post was brilliant! Thank you. I may have a few follow-up questions down the line but this is a great start.

Woof. I... you know, I’ve had multiple run-ins with Silph that have left me uneasy. i can empathise with wanting to “crack-down” on modding for the Porygons’ sake, they’ve had people come to them to fix their lousy mods since the first generation. So, I mean it is a problem of sorts but not as widespread as that attitude would have you believe. Being that blatant is surprising. That’s not to say I don’t believe you, I absolutely do, but I’m surprised that they were that dismissive off the bat. I think you were right to trust your gut there.

There’s a lot about your case that isn’t adding up with what I know, which is only a problem because it’s likely we won’t have a previous case to work off of. 19 years and at least two trainers who, I’m guessing, didn’t really notice anything unusual about Old Dude apart from his size and catch record prior to Porygon’s official release is the most complete dead end I can think of. I reckon I’ll be able to find some information when I take a look at his programming. Though, that will depend on how willing he is to co-operate there.

Which brings me to the possible “fix”. Rest assured, I have no intention of doing anything that Old Dude is uncertain about or uncomfortable with. It’s still only a possibility rather than a certainty and if it came to it, I’d be able to give you both more detailed information. My warning was as much for you because I don’t doubt I’m going to need your help, especially when it comes to communication. Whatever it takes to help him understand, I’m happy to do it. The ‘rigmarole’ is part of the job. He’s no hassle. Even if he was, Arceus knows I have practice. Four of them.

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SPOILERS!!!

Charmed 02x02 Review

Y'all part of me just can't. Like the excitement and energy over this last episode is too much to keep inside. I am super ready to burst and super excited for episode 3. But I am just gonna say that overall I thought this episode was superb 8/10 only because I am saving my 9 and 10. But if I could I'd give it a 9 out of ten. There was only like a couple things I was nitpicky about and it's pretty standard tv logic stuff that most people overlook so dont come at me for it. So I am just gonna start like I always do except I cant just pick 3 likes and dislikes so I am just gonna list my likes some of the nitpicks and then some episode highlights.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Things I liked:

1. Hacy development

So no secret I am a hacy fan and I pretty much love any hacy content the show will give us but I really thought the show did so well this episode.

Originally, I thought the show was going to explore Macy's feelings through Dark!Harry, and in a way they have revealed them using Dark!Harry (Season 1 ended with us not sure if Macy felt anything for Harry, but knowing he had some feelings for her). I was worried there may be less hacy moments because they would keep most of the interaction between Dark!Harry and Macy. Even had me scared that Macy may be falling for Dark!Harry and not Harry proper. But no, they gave us Genuine Hacy.

The awkwardness of the interactions after the dream. That car ride was hilarious with the map and the radio (harry is still super at comedic relief in club and in car)

Harry's concern over having done something wrong

The looks when checking each other out.

Making each other laugh and encouraging each other.

Harry trying to save that witch and Macy being concerned by what it would

"I know Harry"

I mean it wasn't just tension. There was some fluff thrown in. Harry telling her to celebrate the victories and looking at her proudly. Which brings me to item 2.

2) I love what rupert does with his eyes between the two Harrys. Real harry (as macy put it) is so harmless looking. Those puppy eyes are adorable and rupert makes sure to have then turned up all the way when being real harry.

The only time Dark!harry makes soft eyes (well sort of) is the first time we see him with Macy, the initial moment in episode 1, and then when Maggie goes for a hug in this episode. He is just so taken off guard by the affection that his pretending-to-be-Harry-face slips and his eyes kind of go wide and they arent so narrowed and focused. Which makes me think he has not been hugged often or at all . . . That's sad. Then the switch when Maggie backs away. The eyes narrow again and he gets all mean. Just love that rupert can do things like that to give both characters distinctive enough feels that you can tell that dark!harry is acting.

3) Mel and Maggie bonding

So I really do hope that we get some Macy and Mel bonding, but I am happy anytime the show can deepen the bonds between the sisters. Maggie and Mel have a bit of a complicated relationship even though they grew up together. I mean especially from this episode we see and remember that Mel was the big sister for most of her life. She protected Maggie and seems to have acted like a second parent. It is sad that there dad really just turned out to be a bad dad. No reason behind it no, issues with Marisol other than apparently the ones he created on his own (which I will get into on my nitpicks). The fact this was just a loss for Maggie, and not just a loss as in she was the only one to feel something when Ray died but a loss of memories she thought she had and an idea of who her dad (a piece of her past), was sad but it actually gave us further insight into mel and Maggie's dynamics. First season we knew the rift between mel and Maggie was over Mel's obsession with and Mel's expectations of how Maggie should have acted and behaved. I think a lot of us chalked it up to Mel being controlling and having the oldest child attitude, but I think now we see there is more there. Mel seems to have spent a lot of time protecting Maggie and biting her tongue about certain aspects of thier lives and in a sense making sacrifices for her. So it makes sense she would expect the same from Maggie, but at the same time Maggie didnt know, and even if she did thise were Mel's choices and Maggie doesnt owe her anything for them.

Knowing that we can see how it is so easy for riffs to form between them which make the start of this season make more sense to me. Because Maggie wants to live her life and is a trusting and positive person. Mel expects a certain level of loyalty and commitment and has a different idea of what that looks like compared to Maggie. On top of there general personality differences it makes sense they all that would culminate into a rocky relationship prone to communication difficulties and tifs. But I love that they are starting to acknowledge those things and rebuild. Last season it was them just getting over feeling abandoned by each other after the death of Marisol. This exposed deeper roots of the initial rift. I liked that.

4) I love that the Maggie and Mel still have Magic and even though though the active powers are gone they arent defenseless. They just need to be resourceful. I actually like this a lot and I feel gives the writers a lot of room to play with creative ways for the ladies to save other witches.

5) demon lore!!!! Okay so while season 1 seems mostly thrown out the lore actually explains season 1 demons better.

One of the issues I had was that there did not seem to be a synchronized front with the demons and they never explained why even though Alistair claimed to be a hotshot the only people he had working for him was his family.

In the OG in first season before lore got expanded) demons and witches werent organized. Demons sort of acted on thier own for thier own purposes and witches seem mostly solitary except for occasional get togethers on important events. Later on in the series demons got an organization system (triad) then later one ruler (the source of all evil). Witches seem mostly solitary except for now the elders who assigned white lighters watched over them and placed rules on magic. I dont think people really remember the drastic shift in lore and the plot holes OG had because we generally liked the places it was going. So I am kinda on that page fro the reboot.

It flipped the script. Witches are or were the organized bunch both self ruling and ruling over the magical community. Demons were at war with each other and all had different agendas so makes sense that the Caines were mostly on thier own.

I like this idea of there being different general types of demons and a hierarchy. I do wonder if that will limit then in the long run, but assuming they can be creative with the categories they have defined I am not too worried. I am excited to get more info on demons now.

6) the new love interests. I love Mel's new love interest. So different from Mel and her previous love interests. I reserve judgment until we get more interaction but I am liking her so far. Jordan is interesting I am actually liking the build up of thier relationship and will be nice to see maggie start off slow and make friends with him first. I wasnt a huge parkerita fan but I did not dislike the ship. But one of my general blehs is love at first site between teens. The way parker and Maggie began was just off putting to me but they were nice together when they were together honestly. This will be a good venture into perhaps an adult relationship or at least on that doesnt begin with as much drama. That said she is dead and will have to hide her identity from him soo....

Now on to the nitpicks:

1) Ray's characterization.

Okay so I dont mind that Ray turned out to be just a crap dad. It happens. But there are things we know that Ray probably didnt that makes us wonder why marisol even got with him and married him.

A) we know Marisol continued an affair throughout her marriage to Ray. Even assuming Ray was just a crap husband and father, why did marisol get with him and marry him if he was so good at alienating everyone he met. I wouldnt think he was just a one night stand that Marisol decided she would have to marry after getting pregnant. I would think she would be above that.

B) did he even know about magic. Was his whole relationship and life with Marisol and the girls just based on secrets, ignorance, and not being around?

I mean for B it is fine if it was I just would like to know for sure what it was versus just guessing. But I assume like Maggie I am just gonna have to move on from this

2) the house lights and the job application.

Okay how does the house have power and and water without the city noticing? How can maggie apply for a job with no social security number? I mean I assume because she is dead she cant use her real info. Or she could but wouldnt that make it easy for demons who may think to infiltrate government records to find them? I mean this is a nitpick and can be explained away by Magic, but still it was on my mind.

3) the mysterious figure at the end. Okay y'all, I assume it is Dark!Harry. But the more I thought about it, the more I got angry that they didnt show his face. Basically, that is leaving room that it could be someone else like one of the other new love interests or someone we havent met yet. I dont like that. If it is Dark!Harry we've already met him and know he is after the girls so most likely would be working with the demons. So showing him wouldnt be a big deal. But keeping the figure hidden means leaving that door of possibilites open. This has me paranoid now. Again nitpick. I'll get over it. Some people might like that.

Episode Highlights:

Comic relief Harry. Getting knocked down when orbing into the club and not being able to hold a map.

"I'll put a hex on you."

"I'm formidable!" You tell him!

Harry's wonky orbing in general. so confused so turned about.

Maggie being able to tell that Dark!Harry was not Harry. "Those are Harry's charges and family you cant fool them ya creep!!!"

Invisible mel putting a shovel to the side of Dark!Harry's face. "Yess!!!!"

Harry's puppy dog eyes when Macy says all she needs is a look to know who the real Harry is