#especially after the sleepover scene. he's started opening up and being himself a lot more around tian instead of the performative

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Body Pillow

 Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary:

Natasha finds you cuddling a body pillow. In your dream, it’s actually her you’re cuddling. It’s Christmas Eve too.

Word count: 1,600

A/n: I’m takin a long time to post but I’ll get em out soon! I hope! thanks for 200 followers btw :))

Warnings: fluff, sleep talking

It’s not a surprise to anyone in the compound when they find you sprawled on your favorite sofa in the lounge. Of course you had a room, but you just love it so much that you’d rather sleep there most of the time. Especially after or before your favorite holidays.

Bidding Sam and Bucky good night as they're the last ones to turn in, you ask Friday to dim the lights and to turn on a Netflix show. If you’re ever wondering why no one stays with you for a movie night or something it’s because you’ve had too many already, and most of the time you don’t mind being alone anyway.

After two or three shows, you finally fall asleep.

Few hours later, Natasha walks across the lounge to get to the kitchen, not all that fazed when she sees a lump shaped like you on the sofa. Though she stops in her tracks when she hears a faint voice coming from your direction.

“Nat,”

She decides that she’s just hearing things, or you probably saw her come in then drifted back to sleep.

When she’s about to return to her room, you speak again.

“Nat,”

She decides to reply this time. “Yeah?”

You don’t respond back immediately. So just in case, she walks up to the sofa to see if something's wrong.

Your hands are wrapped around the side of the body pillow and it's slightly bigger than you. The whole blanket is wrapped around you as well, so Natasha could only imagine how comfortable you are in your sleep.

“You give the best hugs, Nat,” you murmur, still fully asleep, oblivious of the same redhead witnessing it in real life too.

Everyone knows you’ve developed a lil something for Natasha. Does she know? Yes... and no. She refuses to believe you like her that way. If you do, she wants to hear it from you, not from the testosterone of the team.

But seeing you so adorably vulnerable and cute, in a way, it makes her heart flutter.

“I do, huh?” Natasha chuckles from above you and leans down to kiss your hair. “Too bad you’re gonna have to get up soon.”

“Aww, no,” you whine, snuggling closer to the crook of her neck.

Natasha just stands there and tries to process it - you, her teammate and close friend, is dreaming about her. It’s normal, right? Even she has dreamt of the others, including a weird one where Tony and Bruce were riding unicorns-

She flinches when you make a movement, but you just make yourself more comfortable on the pillow, sighing contentedly.

Obviously she’s giving you a good time in your head. Natasha believes she could do better though. If you ever ask her to cuddle, she’d make sure. Am I really jealous of myself right now?

The opening and closing of bedroom doors shake her from her thoughts. She clears her throat and walks back to the kitchen to wait for Wanda so they could make breakfast together. It the day before Christmas, after all, everything has to be special today and the next day.

Wanda enters the kitchen moments later, still a bit groggy from her slumber but she’s in a mood to make a good breakfast. As the pair gets started, they hear a yelp that sounded like yours from the lounge.

“Ow! Tony!”

“Wakey wakey,” Tony teases, defending himself from your playful punches. “For gosh sake, you need to stop having sleepovers by yourself here - you sure you don’t want that sofa in your room?”

You grumble and walk out of the room to get dressed, taking your blanket and body pillow with you.

The lounge and kitchen starts to get occupied by the inhabitants of the compound. One of them being you, out of your pajamas and in a casual Christmas sweater. You greet them with the usual good mornings including Natasha.

“Good morning,” she drawls out. “Sleep well?”

She's curious on how you’d react. But of course you don’t think much of it, you don’t know that she knows what you dreamt about.

“Yeah, it was... nice,” you try to play it cool, avoiding her eyes to pour yourself a glass of eggnog. I mean, look who’s asking. And the fact that she was just about to kiss you in the dream before Tony so rudely interrupted-

“Bet it was,” Natasha smirks after Steve grabs your attention to point out your favorite comic strip on the newspaper, thinking you didn’t hear her.

You chuckle at the Christmas-themed edition of the comic but your gaze returns to Natasha not long after because you did hear her. Maybe she was just being Nat but yeah, the dream was nice. Too nice to be real. You sigh and sip on your drink, getting lost in your own world as Tony loudly rambles about a party to the group.

It was just you and her, so many blankets, watching movies. You don’t know or remember what film specifically, everything was a blur except the way she held you.

As a kid you never got that much affection physically, so every hug from your friends means a lot to you. Well, especially the ones from Natasha.

You couldn’t bring yourself to admit how you feel for her. The men constantly tell you to do it, that it wouldn’t hurt to try, but you’d rather have a close and friendly relationship with Natasha rather than an awkward one just because she didn’t feel the same about you.

The thing is, you don’t know if she shares those kinds of feelings. That’s what Bruce was nagging to you about. ‘You won’t know until you try, until you tell her-

“Y/N, you with us?”

Your hand involuntary twitches as you snap back to the room. “Sorry, yeah. What’s up?”

“Well, instead of a usual party, we’re gonna have a movie night,” Tony says, stealing a piece of food from your plate. “Thoughts?”

You sent him a look but chuckle, “haven’t we already had enough of those?”

“But it’s Christmas!” Tony insists. “And we’re watching Die Hard.”

Steve frowns. “That doesn’t sound like a Christmas movie.”

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“Alright Cap, it may not sound like a Christmas movie to you but it’s one of the best.” Sam jokes and plays the movie once all of you have settled.

The theater room is dim and composed of two large sofas, one in front and one just behind it, and a table filled with food. You're one of those who occupied the second sofa behind along with Clint, Wanda, Vision and Natasha. The rest fought for a place up front, which took a while to be honest.

“Hey Nat,” you mutter, eyes not leaving the screen but you do see her from the corner of your eye claim the spot beside you, the one at the edge of the sofa. She gives you a warm smile and makes herself comfortable.

An hour into the movie only the men seated at the front are fascinated by the fighting scenes. Well except for Clint who's seated at the other end, pointing and asking Sam questions about the plot. Wanda and Vision are half asleep leaning on each other, you and Natasha are the only ones calmly watching, probably because you’ve both seen it many times.

You make a sound when Hans Gruber appears on screen again. “Did you know that’s the same guy who played Professor Snape?”

“What?” Natasha chuckles.

“From Harry Potter,” you reply, smiling to yourself. Then you turn to her, “have you watched any of those movies?”

“I’ve heard of it but, no.”

You tilt your head at her, slightly surprised. “You should watch them with me sometime. I prefer the original source material but the films are good on their own.”

You wish you could photograph the way Natasha smiles at you. She’s all smiles today. I wonder why. “I’d love that.”

A loud explosion echoes throughout the room along with yells that sounds like Tony’s and Clint’s, making you yelp and scoot closer to Natasha. She wraps an arm around you instinctively.

“Guys, turn the volume down,” she calls out. Silent chatter fills the room once it turns into a more calmer scene, and Tony told Friday to lower the volume. “You okay?” 

Her arm is still wrapped around you and you want nothing more than to hide yourself in the pillow you’re hugging out of embarrassment. “Yeah... m’good,” you manage to say while holding a yawn. Natasha tugs the blanket more snugly over both of you.

“You can sleep if you want,” she speaks softly. “I think they’re planning on watching all the Die Hard movies until dawn.”

“That’s crazy,” you breathe out. Your eyes are starting to droop and your yawns became frequent. 

You know that cozy feeling when the room’s cold and you have a warm blanket over you? That’s one of your favorite things (the other one being Natasha).

There are only four of you left on the back sofa since Clint moved to the front. At this point your head rests on Natasha’s chest while she plays with your hair, and one of your arms loosely wraps around her waist. You exhale, falling asleep entirely.

Natasha admires how adorable you slept on her. “I hope this is better than your dream,” she murmurs, gently planting a kiss on your forehead and getting drowsy herself.

You snuggle closer to her, as if it was to say, it is.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff oneshot #natalia alianovna romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow imagines #black widow x fem!reader #avengers #the avengers #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #tony stark #steve rogers #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #vision #clint barton #mcu imagines #x reader #reader insert #fluff

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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Could you possibly do a Charlie x reader fic where they are filming season 2 & there is a new character (fashion expert/can see ghost/a little bit of enemies with Luke at first) but off screen they are very close (always hanging out/on ig posts & stories/dance partners/they sing karaoke/adventure) & the whole cast likes to tease them about it but they deny any feelings however they are about to film a very important scene that involves their characters & might change everything between them.

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 2,789

Season 2. Finally Season 2. Everyone had been hoping, wishing, praying for a season 2 of Julie and The Phantoms, and after months of waiting, Netflix finally picked it up for a second season. After those months, the actors had just to wait a little while longer while the crew wrote up the first drafts of scripts and made it perfectly save for the actors to do their work. Once all of that’s ready and they’re good to go, the cast finally reunite again in Vancouver. They even meet some new cast members. Like you. You had auditioned for the role of Daniela Ramos, Julie’s cousin and Victoria’s daughter, and got it pretty much straight away. Daniela is a fashion student at a High School in Melrose Hill and Julie asks her for some help with costumes for her next gig with her band. To Julie’s surprise, Daniela can actually see the boys, even when they’re not playing, which causes for a lot of trouble in the band and family, especially between Julie and Luke. This is your first big role on the small screen and you’re the most excited you’ve ever been. You met the other cast members at the summer bootcamp before the filming process would start, and though almost everything had to be done with a face mask covering half of everyone’s face, it still was a lot of fun getting to meet everyone and spend the most fun summer ever. Every day, you grew closer and closer to everyone on set, and soon became best friends with Madi, Jadah, Savannah and Tori, doing plenty of sleepovers. Besides the girls, you also grew closer to Charlie, Owen and Jeremy, but mostly Charlie. For some reason, the two of you just clicked instantly. You have the same humor, the same taste of adventure, the same passions and dreams. You, Charlie and Owen even rented a place together to live in for the time being in Vancouver. You got even closer during filming, especially since you and Charlie have a lot of scenes together. “Oh my God, Luke, you’re so annoying!” you yell at him when the two of you are in the garage, taping a scene. It had taken you about ten takes and you still couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked face he pulled every time. “If I’m so annoying, Dani, why do you keep coming back?!” The angry face he pulls resembles that of an angry kitten, which just makes you crack up again. “God dammit, Y/N!” Charlie laughs now too as Kenny yells “Cut!” “Sorry! Sorry, guys! I promise I’m a real actor!” You hold your hands up in defense, then cough to get ready for another take. This time around, you could finally manage to get through it without laughing. “Yes!” Charlie exclaims when Kenny yells “Cut!” again. He holds his hand up for a high five, which you giddily give him. “Do you need any more takes, Kenny?” he asks the man himself. “Nope, you’re good! You can go on your break now!” he pats Charlie’s shoulder. “Nice job, guys!” “Thanks, Kenny,” you say, the smile growing on your face. “I need food, Gillespie,” you tell your best friend, linking your arm with his. “Let’s go get food!” The two of you head down to catering and sit down at a table with a plate full of food. “What are we doing tonight?” he then asks before taking a bite of food. You swallow your bite of food and take a sip from your drink. “Don’t you have a night shoot tonight?” you ask, remembering him saying something about a late call. “No, that’s tomorrow, after our dance rehearsal,” he replies after swallowing the food. “Oh! Okay!” You start thinking of things to do, “We could go to karaoke? Bring the others maybe?” He raises his eyebrows, looking at you questionably. “I’ve always loved karaoke,” you shrug with a giggle. “Yeah, okay!” Charlie nods his head agreeingly. “Karaoke it is!” The two of you smile up at each other, teeth showing, both of you glowing. “What are you love birds discussing?” Owen asks when he joins them, his voice muffled from the mask covering his face. He pulls it down to under his chin as he and Jeremy join the two at the table. “We’re thinking about going to karaoke tonight with the whole team!” you tell them, completely ignoring the ‘love birds’. “Ooh, fun!” Owen exclaims with a smile that nearly reaches his ears. “Yeah, we’ll leave after shooting the last scene tonight,” Charlie suggests, looking at you for confirmation. You nod your head agreeingly. That night, you and the rest of the cast head to the nearest karaoke place you know. You’ve linked arms with Savannah and Tori, giggling through the night, trying to keep your balance on your heeled boots. Meanwhile, without you realizing, Charlie has been keeping his eyes on you the whole way there. He finds it adorable how your giggle floats through the night air and your hips bump against the other girls’. He couldn’t lie, you had easily become the light in his life. “So, what song shall we begin with?” you ask the gang as you settle into the booth. “Pick the first one on the list,” Jeremy replies when no one else does. You nod your head curtly and press play on the first song, which is Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. You can already tell after that first song; tonight is going to be a fun night. You sing a couple of songs with the girls, there are many group numbers, and you even sing one with your roommates. After singing with Owen and Charlie, the latter points at you. “We’re going to sing together now!” he exclaims excitedly before turning around and picking a song for you to sing. When he’s picked one, he grabs your hand to pull you closer towards him. You blink a couple of times, unable to process what’s happening right now. The opening notes to Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee chime through the booth. You glance over at Savannah and Tori, who offer you an encouraging smile. Then you look at Jadah and Madison, but they’re too busy giggling and whispering, and it makes you wonder if that’s about you and Charlie. Your eyes dart over to the boys – Jeremy, Owen and Sacha – who just offer you suggestive smiles and eyebrow-wiggles. Charlie’s voice captures your attention again, and you turn to him. “I couldn’t if I tried,” you sing back to him. The encouraging smile on Charlie’s face calms you down a little up to the point where it almost seems like the two of you are the only people in the room. You have no clue what is happening or why it’s happening. All you know is that you’ve wanted it to happen sooner. Though you wouldn’t ever admit that to anyone. It’s the way he looks at you and the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person on this planet that matters. It’s been the way he’d looked at you since that first day of meeting him. “I won't go breaking your heart,” you sing the very last line to him ever so softly, not even looking at the screen anymore, but instead, looking into his eyes. “Don't go breaking my heart,” he sings back. The song ends and you both lower your microphones, staring into each other’s eyes. If it wasn’t for the rest of the cast breaking out into cheers and applause, you would’ve kissed him then and there. But it startles you, and you step away from him upon realizing how close you are and how that must look to the others. “So, when’s the wedding?” Madison asks teasingly, which makes the others laugh, and you blush. After that night at karaoke, the two of you had silently agreed to forget anything ever happened. Savannah said you were in denial, but you believed you weren’t. You told her it was just the atmosphere in the air that night, the both of you had consumed a little bit of alcohol and it might’ve just been that. No one stopped teasing you though. On every possible occasion, they’d ask you if you’d kissed him yet, or when your next date it, or started singing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart randomly. You just shook it off every time, finding it amusing how consumed the cast was with this ‘relationship’ you had with Charlie. There was nothing more going on than just a really, really tight friendship. Until the dance scene happened. Your character, Dani, was supposed to go to a school dance with her crush, but she was nervous because she had never slow danced with anyone before. When she tells Luke, he insisted on teaching her, saying he’d gone to plenty of school dances back in ’94 and ’95 before he died. You and Charlie know this choreography by heart, you’ve been doing it for weeks on end at bootcamp and during rehearsals. It had always just been fun and games, the two of you being immaculate dancers and bouncing off of each other so well because of your tight friendship. “I could teach you?” Charlie says as Luke, stepping closer to you. You raise your eyebrows at him. “I’ve gone to numerous dances in my days, Dani…” One corner of his mouth curls up into a teasing smirk. “Unless you want to embarrass yourself in front of… Jake.” He emphasizes the name of your fictional crush, to which you react with wide eyes and a blush spreading on your cheeks. “Come on, Dani!” He reaches out for your hand, which you place hesitantly in his. Dani being able to see ghosts, is also able to make them corporeal. The lights on set dim a little, except for one spot on the pair in the middle of the studio, and then the music starts playing through the speakers. Charlie starts singing the song they’d learned at bootcamp, one the cast wrote together during the quarantine. The atmosphere in the studio has suddenly become really intense. You can feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach as the man in front of you sings to you, mere inches away from each other as he leads you in this beautiful dance Paul Becker and Tori Caro choreographed for you. Just like at the karaoke booth, it feels like the two of you are the only people on set. Just you and him. You and Charlie. You and your best friend. There’s no denying you have feeling for him anymore. You knew you did, you just told yourself it wasn’t a good idea and suppressed those feelings, pushing them down. It worked for a while. Until now. “Cut!” Kenny yells after your scene. You step away from Charlie, glancing down at the floor as you try your hardest to hide your flustered face. “That was perfect, guys! It really looks like the two of you were in love!” he claps his hands in excitement, then tells them to do it again. After four takes of the dance, Kenny tells you to go and take a break. Without saying another word to Charlie, you rush off set and towards your trailer where you sit down on a chair, trying to calm your breathing. Charlie might not like you the way you like him. Admitting to these feelings might just ruin everything the two of you have. With this in mind, you grab your phone and text Savannah, asking her to come over to your trailer. Maybe she could help you. “Are you okay?” she asks when she enters and finds you staring at the ceiling. “No…” you reply and take a deep breath, “I think I’m in love with my best friend?” “Oh, sweetie…” Savannah sighs, and pulls you up to take you in a hug, “I know…” You pull her away again to face her properly. “What do you mean ‘you know’?” “Everybody knows,” she starts, “The two of you have been inseparable since the day you met, and everyone can see the way you look at each other. Plus, your duet the other night was a little intense for it to be a platonic one.” She chuckles, and you can’t help but chuckle too. She then grabs her phone from her back pocket, opening Instagram. “You know fans have caught on too, right?” She shows you the comments on some of Charlie’s pictures on his account. One picture is of the two of you, napping in Julie’s bed on set, cuddled up. He even posted pictures from your hikes on your days off. All of them are bombarded with comments from fans saying, ‘I ship it!’ or ‘Y/S/N’. Sav then opens her dm’s which are flooded with fans asking if you and Charlie are dating yet, and how the two of them are so in love with each other. “Charlie isn’t in love with me?” you deny, not believing one bit about it. “He is, though…” This does not come from Savannah’s mouth. Your eyes widen when you recognize the voice, and peek behind Savannah to find your best friend standing at your open trailer door. “Sav, can you give us a minute?” he asks the younger girl. “More than a minute,” she chirps, offering you a wink before leaving the trailer. Charlie steps in completely and moves until he’s in front of you. He takes your hands in his, and chuckles at your overwhelmed and confused expression. “Are you okay?” he asks, that beautiful smile of his persistent on his face. “Y—yeah? No? I’m not sure?” you sigh, trying to get your thoughts in order. “Charlie, wha—?” “Can I talk? I’ve been going over this conversation in my mind a billion times, and if I don’t say it now, I think I’m going to forget what I’m supposed to say…” You nod your head in response. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the very first time I saw you walking in at bootcamp. You looked adorable with your little nervous smile and your polite hellos to everybody. I knew from that moment on that I wanted to get to know you better, and that I wanted to become more than just friends…I didn’t think you’d feel the same way, so I told myself that it was okay if we’d just stay friends. Especially since your character kind of hates mine and you bring Dani to life so convincingly, that I was almost sure you hated me too,” you chuckle at that, “But I can’t hide it anymore, Y/N. I am so embarrassingly in love with you that I could’ve kissed you after that scene we just did and that I could kiss you right now even though I’m—” before he can finish his sentence, you lean up and crash your lips onto his, your hands flying into his hair. He’s a little startled at first, but quickly melts into the kiss and presses you closer to him. “I am so embarrassingly in love with you too, Charlie,” you whisper when you pull away, pressing your forehead against his. “They’re going to be so relieved,” you tell him with a chuckle. He frowns his eyebrows at you. “Who?” he asks. You take his hand in yours and lead him towards the door of your trailer, pushing it open and making it bump against whoever was closest to the door. All of your cast mates scramble, trying to act natural while Owen rubs his forehead since he was the one that got a door in his face. “Ah, them!” Charlie chuckles. “Thanks for the door in my face, guys,” Owen says disgruntled. “That’s on you, buddy,” you tell him with a grin. “Don’t you guys have a scene to shoot or something?” Their eyes widen at the realization and, after yelling at the two how happy they are for them, rush to set in a hurry. “So, where were we?” Charlie turns back to you when everyone’s gone. “Don’t you have a scene with them?” “Shit!” he grumbles and jumps off the small steps in front of the trailer. He starts running towards set but turns around almost immediately to you and kisses your lips quickly, but sweetly, and then runs off. You watch him with an amused smile on your face. There was nothing to be afraid about after all and nothing changed between you two. You were still the best of friends, just friends that kiss and are in love with each other. But both of you happy.

Taglist: @hannahhistorian92​ @marinettepotterandplagg​ @thequirkybookaholic​ @parkeret​​ @lukeys-giggle​ @gingerxarmy​ @lovesanimals​

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie fanfic #luke patterson #reggie jatp #jeremy shada #alex jatp #owen joyner #julie molina #madison reyes #carrie wilson #savannah lee may #nick jatp #sacha carlson #flynn jatp #jadah marie #season 2 jatp #I NEED A SEASON 2 OF JATP

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Head-Cannons for Jealous Kageyama, Suga, Iwaizumi, & Bokuto

request: hi! May I request hc's of iwazumi, bokuto, mattsun, suga, and kageyama on how they act when they're jealous? I couldn't find a character limit in your rules so feel free to do however many you like :) Have a good one lovely human <3

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Hi honey! So I didn’t write it but I'm going to be doing four per head-cannon! thank you for requesting! <3 These are gender neutral/no pronouns so I hope that’s ok, hope you enjoy! Also to everyone, requests are open!

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~Kageyama~

✰ you’ve been in class all day and finally the bell rings and its lunch

✰ you and a friend are sitting, talking about homework, eating, as one does during lunch. You normally sit with him because kags always plays volleyball during break, surprised? no.

✰ all sweet Kags wanted to do this lunch was to sit with his baby!!!

✰ he sees you sitting real close to this other guy, and what does his awkward ass do? FUCKING STARES AT YOU, clown to clown communication going on right here

✰ anyone coming into the cafeteria just sees him blocking the path with the smoke whirling around his head

✰ you finally turn around after feeling two burning holes in the back of your head and see him glancing between you and your friend

✰ dummy realizes you noticed him and turns bright red in embarrassment after noticing he has been staring at you for at least half the lunch period and he sprints

✰ this man ZOOOOOMS out of that room

✰ you, being the caring s/o you are, run after him to the best of your abilities, all the way to the vending machine

✰ by the time you get there, he’s already sipping on two milks, pouting, and bright red, poor thing

✰ you make eye contact with him as you sit down, him turning away to face a wall instead

✰ you poke his stomach and sides to get his attention, fully aware of how ticklish he is there

✰ “Y/N PLEASE!” he grits out in between fits of laughter

✰  “Why did you run out then?” you say as you cease your attack, snaking your arms around his waist

✰ his body relaxes into yours and returns the hug, he buries his face into the top of your head as he mumbles

✰ “I know you know I can't hear you,” 

✰ he grunts back in response and mumbles again, just loud enough that you can hear that one, specific, word

✰ “YOU WERE JEALOUS!!!!!!” you scream so loud he jumps back a little

✰ he burrows his head into your neck in an attempt to hide from you, not the best play he could have made, but there was an attempt, he tried

✰ you move one hand to pat his head and the other stays on his back, “Kags, I don’t know why you would be jealous, I’m just friends with (Friends/N), I don’t like him like that, ok?”

✰ he straightens up and looks at you dead in the eyes, to anyone else he looks normal, but there's a little smile on his face that looks a little less creepier than usual

✰ he grabs you tight and you can hear the bell in the background, but you both ignore it and stay like that for a little longer

~Suga~

✰ everyone pretends that this man is the chillest, sweetest, calmest character in this show

✰ hell no

✰ he has as much crackhead energy radiating through his body as is possible without being a crackhead

✰ the two of you are at one of karasuno's practice matches against nekoma, and they have been trying that play with nishinoya as setter, and a few other ideas the coach came up with

✰ during a break between on of the games (which to your displeasure, have gone on forever, but you love seeing Suga play so you don't really mind) you decide to pull out your chemistry homework

✰ “why, and who made chemistry,” you say to yourself “I just want to have a little talk.”

✰ “Well I wouldn’t say a specific person invented it, but Robert Boyle is considered the first modern chemist,” you look to your left and see a tall nekoma player with bed hair

✰ you arch a brow, and get back to ‘working’, if you could call it that

✰ he sits next to you and offers a smirk and says, “Im Kuroo Tetsuro, if you want I can help with your homework if you want,”

✰ your nose scrunches up and you turn away from him

✰ “Don’t be sodium chloride,” he says as he scoots a little closer, but as he does that, you can feel the other side of you warm a little

✰ in the corner of your eye before you look to see what sat next to you, you see Suga, his eyes glaring straight at the rooster boy

✰ he drapes his arms on your shoulders and sets his head on yours and looks directly as kuroo, cold as ice, he tells him “She is fine, I can help her,” 

✰ the smile on his face does nothing to hide the fact that he’s not messing around 

✰ you pull him off of you to face him, giving him a little shove before telling him off,

✰ “I had it covered, it’s not like I was going to say yes, even though I probably need the help…”

✰ he raises his eyebrows at you, “I can help you, no problem!” he says sweetly, as if you both aren’t getting the same grades

✰ the next game is starting, signaled by the freak already on the court in their positions and the whistle blowing you give Suga a kiss on the cheek and tell him to go

✰ he smirks at you, and from then on in the match, whenever he spiked a ball, set a good toss, or dug anything, he looked to kuroo and directly pointed to where you sat

~Hajime Iwaizumi, (27), Athletic trainer~

✰ I don't even know what to do for this dude, no wait haha jk

✰ Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and you have been best friends for forever

✰ you guys are so close, sleepovers since you were little, you even made them an entire meal and movie night on the day they lost, lots of wet tissues and tear soaked blankets

✰ when you and Iwaizumi finally got together after year of pining after each other, nobody was more excited than Oikawa, nobody 

✰ now, you three are having a sleepover to celebrate being done with midterms and you made a big pillow fort to watch your favorite movie in, with popcorn and chocolate and all of that

 ✰ it's dark except for the light from computer screen, you can barely make out the faces to your right and left, and it's so late, you forgot who was on which side

✰ it's hard for you to fall asleep without Iwa anymore, so you grab the arm to your left and lift it up and snuggle into the warmth of who you thought was your boyfriend

✰ because you all are so close, Oikawa didn’t think twice about wrapping his arms around you, forgetting that Iwa was even there

✰ your boyfriend started to get red in the face, “Oikawa,” he warned, trying to make his best friend back off without making a scene

✰ Oikawa looks to him confused, “Chill out Iwa-chan! I know it's not godzilla but it's not that bad”

✰ Iwaizumi would have left it at that, but when you turned around and hooked your leg onto your current human pillow? Ohohoho, its over

✰ he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder, wrecking the little tent you made and leaving the third wheel of the trio in the rubble

✰ you cry out in protest, upset that your hours of work are now suffocating your other best friend

✰ you feel every step and he takes as he walks you both towards your room the air is tense, and you don’t know what to do

✰ you enter your bedroom, still being carried by him, and he drops you on the bed, and falls on top of you, letting out a noise of comfort as you squirm

✰ “Hajime please get of you’re squishing meee!” you wheeze out the last part

✰ he doesn’t verbally acknowledge you but he adjusts himself so you both are comfortable

✰ “Is this ok?” he asks quietly

✰ “yeah,” you reply, “It is.” 

✰ Neither of you seem to notice oikawa taking photos, and the next day, oikawa shows iwa, but not without a volleyball to the head 

✰ neither you nor oikawa know that's his screen on his phone

~Bokuto~

✰ When does this boy not get jealous, not because of you no! He trusts you with anything and everything, and he loves showing you off

✰ that is until all the attention goes to you and he thinks everyone is going to take you away, especially when he goes emo mode, he’s about ready to give you up to anyone :( but you never go obviously

✰ akaashi managed to convince you to become manager, he said that it would come in handy when he started to become self destructive

✰ and it worked! You were able to save a lot of games and akaashi’s mental health, for a while that is

✰ today was the first day of spring high finals, teams everywhere, balls flying, and Bokuto was anxious, and it was showing

✰ as the team walks to the court, you grab Bokuto's hand and you grab it tight letting him know you are there for him

✰ he began to feel less tense and calmed down once again 

✰ the game started and it was going smoothly, the other team wasn't able to shut down any Fukurōdani’s attacks

✰ that is until, the other team's captain started flirting with you

✰ whenever he makes a point, he would say some gross ass pick up line, or wink at you, and even worse, he would make sure to meet eyes with Bokuto, every, single, time

✰ Bokuto’s shots have gotten worse, he's hitting into the blockers, the net, and even missing the ball completely

✰ it physically hurts you when this happens to your boyfriend, and at this point you are sick of it, and have started to grow annoyed at the creepily corny capitan 

✰ you whisper to the coach to call Bokuto in who is currently hanging onto akaashi, asking him not to set to him anymore

✰ the coach calls a time out, and signals the rest of the team to stay on the court, Bokuto doesn’t even notice the rest of his teammates standing still around him

✰ when he reaches the bench you grab him by the shoulders and look him in the eyes and say “Baby, kick his ass.”

✰ you move your head to face the other captain and smile, then you grab Bokuto's face and kiss him, hard

✰ the time out ends and your team is flushed with embarrassment, but Bokuto was hyped up jumping all over the court, and ready to destroy the other team

✰ (they won the rest of the set no points lost)

#bokuto x reader #bokuto hcs #kageyama x reader #kageyama hcs #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi x reader #suga x reader #suga hcs #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x you #sugawara x reader

[fluffy-lee]

Christmas in Boston

PLATONIC Chris Evans x costar!reader, ft. Sebastian Stan

This is a TICKLE fic

Warnings: Mentions of adults having alcohol, but not drunk. Randomly fluffy!

Summary: Y/n is in Boston filming parts of a movie with Chris and Sebastian. Chris hosts a Christmas party at his house for the cast and crew, and exchanges gifts with Y/n. 

The past few days had been a little unusual. You were in Boston shooting parts of a Marvel movie. Normally, you’d be in Atlanta. You didn’t mind, though. You were enjoying Boston, especially because it was your co-star, Chris Evans’, hometown. You had been close with Chris ever since you auditioned for your part in the Marvel Cinematic Universe at age 10. You met him during the audition process and since then, the two of you had been close.

  You were excited to be on set. It was your favorite thing to do. You were especially excited today, because after filming, Chris was going to show you around Boston, and then he is having a cast and crew party at his house in the evening, and you were going to spend the night at his house with Scarlett. 

  When you wrapped for the day, you went to your trailer and began packing for the sleepover. When you were all ready, bundled up with your coat, scarf, and boots, you heard a knock on your door. It was Chris, who was also in his coat, which was appropriate for the weather on this particular day. 

  “Hey, you ready?” He asked with a soft smile. 

  “Yep!” You replied. 

  “Alright! I gave Sebastian my keys to warm the car up while I came to get you.” He explained while you grabbed your favorite crossbody purse with your wallet, phone, and keys, and duffel bag with your things to sleepover. 

You walked down the steps of your trailer and Chris grabbed your bag for you and threw it over his shoulder. Chris was always doing thoughtful things and you really appreciated that about him. 

The two of you walked side by side to his car, the chilly wind blowing in your faces. He opened his car door for you and you climbed into the backseat, relieved by the warmth of the heaters. 

  “I guess you got "shot gun"!” You teased Sebastian, receiving a smile from him.

  “How was your day, Y/n/n?” Sebastian asked, pretending to ignore your playful attitude, as Chris pulled out of the lot. 

  “It was good. I enjoyed watching you guys film today. You’re both actually really good at acting.” You said pretty awkwardly, making Chris and Seb chuckle. 

  “Well you’re way better than us!” Chris complimented. 

  “PUH-LEASE! Your performance as Johnny Storm was a game changer in the industry. I could never!” You joked, causing Chris to cackle. 

  “Are you being sarcastic, Miss Y/n?” Chris questioned you, peering over his sunglasses in the rear view mirror. 

  “Well, a little. But no, you were really good in that movie.” You answered. “I watched it a couple weeks ago."

Chris and Seb laughed, and the three of you continued to chat the rest of the ride. 

  Chris pulled up to his favorite mall where the three of you would spend the next two hours shopping and having fun. The mall was absolutely decked out for Christmas time, and luckily, since school was still in and it was earlier in the day, the mall wasn’t very busy. You three were a lot less likely to be recognized, not that it bothered you. Chris just had to be home by a certain time to get ready for the party. 

  “Do you want to get Starbucks?” Chris asked, pointing at the Starbucks in the middle of the mall. 

  “Well I know I do!” Seb said. 

  “Yes please!” You answered excitedly. 

You all got your favorite drinks and continued shopping. You soon found yourself in the sunglasses store, looking at all the cool pairs. 

  “Pick out which one you like best.” Chris ordered, sipping his coffee.

  “Are you for real?” You asked, shocked. They weren’t cheap. 

  “Yeah! Yeah of course! I didn’t get to see you for your birthday. I have another gift for you at the house too.” Chris answered. 

  “Oh no, Chris, you don’t have to-” you were soon cut-off by your own giggles as Chris held you to him and tickled your tummy in the middle of the store. 

  “PICK OUT YOUR FAVORITE!” Chris demanded, holding back his own laughter as he ruthlessly tickled you. 

  “Ohohohokahahay! Ohohokahahay!” You laughed, squirming. 

He finally let you go. 

  “Now I know you have been standing here gushing over these. You want them?” 

You couldn’t believe how sweet he was. You gave him a sheepish smile and nodded. 

  “Awww alright let’s get ‘em.” He chuckled. 

Not only did Chris get you the sunglasses, he also got a matching pair for himself. You thought that was the cutest thing in the world and couldn’t be more excited. You knew that every time you wore them, you’d think of him.

  After more shopping, the three of you made your way out to Chris' car when you noticed a few paparazzi taking pictures and heading towards you. 

 Chris sped up his walking and placed his hand on your back, while Sebastian stood on your left side, making you in the middle of them. You finally made it to the car and Chris headed towards his home.

    Chris unlocked his front door and you and Sebastian followed him inside. You were greeted by Dodger. You soon found yourself laying on the middle of the floor, kissing Dodger's face and scratching his ears and chest. 

  "I haven't seen you in so long buddy! Awww ahaha I've missed you!" You said in a high-pitched voice. 

Chris chuckled and Sebastian joined you in loving on the dog. 

  You helped Chris and his brother get ready for the party. People started to show up as the sun was going down. You shivered with your coat on as you stood out back with Chris as he was getting a fire started. You helped him put the logs on. When he finally got it started, Scarlett had come out. 

  "Hey you!" She said sweetly, wrapping you in a hug. 

  "Hey! Do you like the fire that I started?" You teased, taking the credit for a fire that Chris was quite proud of. 

  "Oooh no no no! This is my fire!" Chris scolded. 

You and Scarlett just giggled. 

  "Very good job Y/n!" Scarlett played along. 

Chris shook his head and pointed a finger at you, warningly. You flashed him a smile. He was about to pounce when he was interrupted by guests who came to sit by the fire with their snacks and drinks. You didn't know whether you were relieved or disappointed. 

  Sebastian was out and noticed you shivering. 

 "Aww come here!" He said scooping you up and and sitting down with you by the fire. You snuggled to him and soon found yourself warming up. You watched the fire and listened to the conversation and laughter around you. 

  "Yes, Y/n and I actually have a pretty long scene coming up in a few days. Are you ready for that one, Y/n?" Seb asked you. 

  "I think so." You answered sheepishly. 

  "Of course you are. You're gonna be great!" Seb smiled, squeezing you tighter and rubbing your back. 

You smiled. That made you feel more confident about that scene. You really enjoyed acting with Sebastian. You were really comfortable with him, and didn't worry as much when it came to more emotional scenes.

  "Do you guys like my fire?" You teased again, looking into Chris' narrowed eyes. He sucked his cheek. 

  "Wow Y/n! You built this all by yourself? It's a great fire!" Sebastian joined. 

Everyone laughed and Chris started to get up from seat, but was once again interrupted by someone coming up and asking him a question. 

  You took this opportunity to get up and go get a drink from inside the warm house, which was crowded with more people. You soon found yourself talking with Chris' brother Scott for a while, and then Scarlett, and then more crew members. 

  You were opening a soda when you saw Chris come inside. You got butterflies, thinking maybe he came in to get you, but that didn't seem to be the case when he grabbed another beer and soon found himself surrounded by women talking to him. You giggled, knowing he was a little bored and these women were obviously swooning over him. You set down your drink and walked past him, poking his side and walking away. You knew it was childish, but you hadn't done this to him since you were like eleven. You knew he would remember. On set or during press tours, you would sneak up and poke him again and again until he would chase you and tickle you into oblivion. 

  You saw Chris look at you over the women's heads and playfulness danced in his eyes, so a few minutes later, you snuck by and did it again, making him smile and clutch his side. He tried to look for you but didn't want to be rude to the ladies who were talking to him. A few minutes later, you did it one more time causing the same reaction. 

  "Excuse me ladies, I have to deal with something real quick. I'm sorry just excuse me." Chris apologized, then began searching for you. 

You locked eyes with him across the room and giggled. He marched toward you past everyone in the room and you started speed walking away from him with a big smile on your face, giggling nervously. 

 "You get back here!" He shouted as he hurried after you. 

You soon found yourself in the other living room, cornered by the sectional and Chris. Less people were in this room, including Sebastian and Scarlett lost in conversation. 

  “Ahhh!” You screamed as Chris launched at you, while you fell into the couch. 

You expected him to tickle you right there, but instead Chris grabbed you and held you over him, high up in the air. Though you trusted him, you were startled by the height you were being held at. 

  “Woah!” You said, trying to hold onto something. You suddenly could reach his shoulders as he lowered you down, but then you found yourself being laid on the soft rug. More nervous giggles poured out of you. 

  “You’ve been messing with me all night huh? You’ve just been asking to be tickled! Just like when you were little!” Chris teased, trying to catch your flailing hands to pin them. 

  “Hey! She’s still little!” Scarlett added, a small pout on her lip. 

  “I am not!” You argued, blushing. 

  “Are too!” Sebastian snapped. 

Your attention was soon back on Chris as he pinned your arms to your sides. 

  “Nohoho no! Chris no! Sebastian heeeelp meee!” You begged, making Chris chuckle. 

  “Mmmm… no I don’t think so.” Sebastian added with a smirk. 

  “CHRIS DON’T TICKLE!” You cackled, pulling at your arms. 

  “Ahahaha too late!” Chris spat as both his hands found your tummy. 

You became weak and wheezed as you felt his large hands dance across your tummy in the most ticklish way. You arched your back in some weird attempt to get away, but as soon as you collapsed to the floor, your loud laughter erupted out of you and you squirmed everywhere unable to stand the ticklish sensation. It brought back so many memories of when you were younger and you couldn’t believe how it felt exactly the same. Chris knew how to get you and you felt thankful that even though you were older now, he wasn’t afraid to keep that same innocent, playful friendship you had developed with him on the set of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2013 that remained over the years. 

   You squealed and squirmed, causing Chris to let out his famous laughter as he wiggled his fingers up to your sensitive ribs. 

  “You’re still a little squirmy wormy!” He teased, making you blush again. “Why are you blushing? Hmm? Hmm?” He squeezed your sides and you gripped his wrists in an attempt to push him off for just a second of relief from the tickling, but your attempt failed, and you had to just endure it.  

  Chris let up for just a moment to pin your arms above your head. You caught your breath, looking up at his evil smile. 

  “I know all your tickle spots.” Chris said in a low voice, nodding, putting on a serious face. It was almost like he turned into Steve Rogers right before your eyes. 

  “Chrihihis! Ihihi’m sohohorry! Nohohohoho!” You tried, but Chris just shook his head and dug into your armpits and you trapped his hands there and screamed with laughter, making Chris break out into more laughter himself. 

  “Y/n, I do not understand HOW that can be so funny! Does this tickle or something? Oh I bet it does tickle!” Chris teased, speeding up his tickling. 

  “STAHHAHAP! Nohohohoho!” You begged, laughing so hard that tears pooled in your eyes. 

  “Ohohkay!” Chris said. Stopping his tickles. “Breathe Y/n breathe.” He soothed, chuckling. 

You caught your breath and he moved his hand, making you flinch, thinking he was going to tickle you again. He giggled at that. You knew he wasn’t done yet though. You knew him too well. 

  “TIME FOR THE GRAND FINALE!” He announced with a goofy face. 

  “NO! WAY!” You shouted, and began half-heartedly trying to escape, because let’s be honest- you didn’t really want to get away. 

Butterflies rushed to your stomach as Chris pinned your hands above your head with one hand and wiggled his fingers in front of your face teasingly. 

  “Oh not thiiiis!” You whined knowing exactly what was coming. 

  “Ohohoho yes! You looove this!” He teased, dancing his fingers across your neck and all you could do was lay there, letting out your belly laughter. This was too much. It went on for so long and you just had to take it, your belly laughter falling in and out of silent laughter. 

  “Now that is my favorite laugh.” Chris complimented, adoring you. 

  “Mine too.” Sebastian mused. 

Finally Chris let up and you thought it was over, until you heard Seb speak. 

  “Well I wanna tickle Y/n!” Sebastian whined. 

  “OOOOH NO!” You cried. You knew it was going to happen. 

  “I don’t know. It might actually kill her.” Chris chuckled.

  “Oh she can take it. Hold my beer.” Sebastian told Scarlett, handing her his drink. 

You saw Sebastian walking toward you with his raised eyebrow and you screamed as Chris just held you down, laughing at you. 

  “You didn’t even get her knees!” Seb said, reaching down and squeezing and scribbling all over and under your highly sensitive knees. 

 “Seheheebbyyy! Quihihihit! Nohohoho ihihihit’s too muhuhuhahahaaha!” You giggled and squirmed. 

Chris and Seb just laughed. Next thing you knew Seb was squeezing your thighs and you shrieked. Then, Chris leaned down and buried his face in your neck, his beard tickling like crazy. You soon felt the buzz of a raspberry on your neck and you used all of your strength to push him away through your adorable laughter. Both of them finally stopped. 

  “Now she’s had enough.” Sebastian concluded, a teasing smirk on his face. 

You blushed and buried your face in the rug, making them laugh. 

  You jumped when you felt something tickle your ear. Turns out, it was just Dodger licking your ear. You giggled and rolled over, squishing his adorable face and petting him. 

  “Aww he wants to tickle you too!” Chris chuckled. 

You soon found yourself being lifted up by Chris, holding you baby-style. 

  “I still have that other present to give you.” He said. He set you down and reached under the Christmas tree, handing you a bag. 

  “You really didn’t have to do this!” You blushed. 

  “Oh shut uuup.” He smiled, waving his hand. 

  “Okay then. Hang on a second.” You said, and ran to the guest room with your bag to grab a wrapped gift for him. You returned and handed it to him. 

  “Aww you got me something?” Chris asked. 

You nodded. 

You looked at Sebastian who smiled at you, because he knew what you got Chris. You told Sebastian when you gave him his present the day before. 

  “You go first.” Chris said.

You grinned and opened your gift to find the most beautiful, soft, giant, light blue blanket. Your eyes widened and you pouted your lip.  

  “Aww Chris! This is so perfect! I love it so much! Thank you thank you thank you!” You thanked him, genuinely loving this gift. 

  Chris unwrapped his gift from you, and he smiled so brightly when he saw it. It was a letter you wrote him, and a framed picture of the two of you on set. He was in his Captain America uniform and you were hugging him, both laughing. It was your favorite picture with him. 

 “I know it’s not much but-” You were cut off by him. 

 “Oh sweetie! This is so perfect! Come here!” He said, pulling you in a hug. “Thank you, honey!” 

You smiled and hugged him tight. You felt a bittersweet pain in your chest as you knew this was the last movie you would film with him, and that hurt, but you knew you’d always be friends, and maybe one day, have the privilege of doing another movie with him. He knew what this gift meant, and he hugged you tighter. 

#chris evans tickle #chris evans tickle fic #marvel tickle #mcu tickle #chris evans x reader tickle #sebastian stan tickle #sebastian stan tickle fic #sebastian stan x reader tickle

[guqin-and-flute]

please tell me everything about yanxiyao. i am invested. nay, i am obsessed. an ot3 made up entirely of people who Deserved Better and they are GETTING IT. i don’t care if it’s deep, agonizing 3AM thoughts that make me question how i think about life and love and the mortifying ordeal of being known or if it’s pointless fluffbits scrounged up from your daydreams. GIVE THEM TO ME

AHA, this delighted me, I’m so glad!! [rubs hands] Okay, you have unlocked the avalanche, stream of consciousness, here we go. Boy howdy this got long, so full rambling under the cut. 

So I’ve already outlined how it starts with JGY, but you’ve probably seen that and I’m probably going to actually write a getting together fic at some point if the scenes start falling out of the sky into my head, so I’ll skip past that for the time being and start with the beginning of the triad. It begins in a most definite V with JGY as the hinge--Xichen and Yanli are very careful and considerate about each other’s time with him and try very hard not to overlap. Most things are separate--sex times, dates, meals (unless it’s everyone [siblings, et. al] eating together), sleepovers. 

However, something happens. Perhaps JGY starts asking to spend a day with both of them, perhaps the greeting conversations when Xichen visits grow longer and warmer and bleed into sitting together over tea, laughing, and forgetting the days plans. Perhaps the way Xichen delights in holding their daughter and playing so very patiently with her begins to completely charm Yanli.

Perhaps it’s when Yanli and JGY leave the toddler with Wen Qing and Jiang Cheng to go for a nice leisurely trip together to Gusu but the weather turns and they have to stay in an inn in the middle of nowhere overnight and Yanli’s health takes a sharp dive all of a sudden and JGY sends a Jin butterfly to tell Xichen the situation and that they’re going to be late. And it’s only after he’s sent it that it comes to his attention that this rinky-dink village’s doctor actually lives in the next city over and is out of town for his daughter’s wedding or something idiotic and won’t be back for days--he has learned this after a slog through the rain to said doctor’s empty house in said next-city-over and then returned to demand of the innkeeper what exactly he’s playing at, sending him out like that when he knew the doctor wasn’t there. And he’s in the process of not strangling the innkeeper when the door bursts open and it’s Xichen, completely waterlogged and anxious and JGY is appalled that he’s just flown through a thunderstorm but secretly very, very relieved he is here. 

And so they go upstairs and Yanli is incredibly happy to see both of them, especially since her fever has gotten worse and she is freezing. She wants snuggles and JGY reasons that they should both get in on it, because more body heat, y’know (he’s only trying to help, there are limited options, here) but he and Xichen both are completely soaked from traveling in the rain and they hesitate. Yanli is very much, ‘Oh noooo, the 2 hot men who need to snuggle me are covered in wet cloooothes?? Whatever shall we doooo?’ And the both of them are very seriously trying to tell her that Xichen will need to take off his robes if they’re going to be in bed together and is she okay with that and she’s like, ‘WhaAaaAaat? 😲 Holy cow, I guess I’ll suffer through :3c’ And they laugh and snuggle and sleep and the next few days is them taking care of her while she apologizes for getting sick and ruining the trip while they maintain that this is very nice, actually, minus her feeling terrible. They don’t actually visit Gusu and just end up spending time together in the inn while she recovers.

So, after that, Yanli and Xichen’s relationship becomes a lot more physically affectionate--they hug when they see each other, they kiss each other on the cheek, Yanli and JGY both snuggle up to his sides when they sit alone on the pavilion with the curtains drawn. The both of them have talked separately with JGY about whether this is okay, whether they’re overstepping any boundaries, and his response was basically an incredulous, ‘Are you joking? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’ And so the 3 of them spend more and more time together, and maybe there’s a night where they’re all in Xichen’s guest room at Lotus Pier, maybe having a few drinks, and they get onto the subject of how good of a kisser their A-Yao is and he protests saying that they’re biased because they haven’t kissed anyone else, so how could they know. And Xichen flushes and grins, “Aren’t you sly?” and JGY blinks innocently and says, “I don’t know what on earth you could mean 😇!” and Yanli is biting back a laugh and also a little pink but tilts her chin up invitingly and they do kiss and it’s lovely and JGY realizes exactly how much he enjoys that. And from then on, the Xichen’s guest room is more of a formality/decoy than anything else and their suite just so happens to get updated with a bigger bed because, y’know, reasons.

✨Vibes✨:

-WangXian matchmaking happens in earnest when YanXiYao first start their arrangement because now JGY has a concrete reason to find more excuses for more frequent visits from the Twin Jades

-Something about the 2 of them together makes it so that JGY can break down more easily--when it’s just Yanli, he still feels very protective and it’s hard to show his anger. When it’s just Xichen, he doesn’t want to cause him pain, and it’s hard to show when he’s hurting and despairing. When the three are together he is able to let them hold him more easily instead of withdrawing and isolating himself, and it frustrates him, but is also very good for him. 

-Xichen and Yanli have a very intense and deep affection for each other that rides the fuzzy line of romantic and alterous; they enjoy cuddling, kissing, they definitely aren’t averse to having sex with each other but it usually happens when JGY is involved in some way, whether everyone participates or it’s a voyeuristic situation in whatever capacity (though this may be impacted by the fact that he doesn’t live with them and most days, Yanli is pleasantly lukewarm about sexual activity in general, so who’s to say it wouldn’t happen naturally, in time?) 

-Xichen and Yanli have a relationship that has grown beyond just what they have with JGY and have a wonderful time talking together, giving each other gifts, and exchanging letters. There is a shared exasperation for JGY’s treatment of his health and often look to each other as back up (JGY is annoyed. They simply smile.) They don’t feel the need to really categorize their relationship besides the fact that they love each other, consider the other their best friend, are deeply fond of one another, and plan to all stay as they are for the rest of their lives. (Maybe, eventually, this will lead to a secret marriage ceremony, just for the 3 of them).

-It was after the inn/fever incident that she insisted Xichen call her A-Li

-All 3 have a devious streak and it makes for some very sweet 2 ganging up on 1 and showering them with kisses and affection.

-JGY and Yanli write him joint letters as well as individual ones of their own 

-JGY and Yanli view Xichen as an equal status, commuter sort of parent and ask for his opinions and advice on parenting things. Xichen loves the kids like his own and gets to essentially have a kid without the complicated feelings of them being his heir and going through the Lan’s strict practices and corporal punishment. He takes them at Cloud Recesses for a few weeks every year.

-Each of the men have their own guilt attacks, now and again, Xichen about his involvement being selfish (Heirs! Propriety! His uncle!) and JGY over wanting too much (Infidelity! Reputation! A-Li!), and Yanli--who has done enough soul searching and has very comfortably decided that, no, she is quite fine being happy--calmly sits them down, gives them tea, kisses their foreheads, and makes them hold hands with her as they watch their kids play. 

#yanxiyao #peony to lotus #my stuff #ahhh this was a nice little exploration 😊 #surprisingly there isn't a ton of angst #I'm sure I could make some but this is just generally fluffy and nice! #ask #ask spam #Anonymous

[omgbubbletea]

Dating Stefan Salvatore Would Include

When you found out he was a vampire you were shocked, but you knew something suspicious was going on with him from the beginning...you just didn’t think being a vampire was the answer 

He is so scared you will see him as a monster and never want to see or speak to him again

Oh boy is he wrong 

You stayed silent for a bit before saying “ok” 

Stefan was perplexed by your reaction. How were you not screaming right now?

You explained how you knew something weird was going on with him and he realised how not so slick he is with keeping such a big secret 

You told him you needed some space right now to think all of this over 

And so he did as you asked

He was so sure you went home packing that night to leave Mystic Falls 

But soon enough, 3 hours later, there you are on his doorstep confessing your love for him and how nothing is going to change that 

Que Stefan’s heart swelling with the fact that you had said you loved him? 

He is speechless for a few moments and you’re scared you had just made the worst confession in history, when all of a sudden you see a giant grin plaster his face

He cuts the space between the two of you with a few steps and pulls you closer to him by placing his hands on your waist. All of a sudden his mouth is on your lips, kissing you so lovingly and passionately that the air is knocked from your lungs and your legs almost give out from under you

Before the two of you can pass out from lack of air, he removes his lip from yours and whispers in your ear “I love you too”

The rest of that night is history...if ya know what I mean (;

Stefan is terrified of hurting you(especially when you first start dating) 

You reassure him that he could never hurt you and that you trust him with your life

A small part of him is relieved that you said this

He is suppppper protective over you 

You notice it when you guys first started hanging around Damon

And when Klaus shows up in Mystic Falls...let’s just say you would be seeing a lot of Stefan 

He teaches you how to defend yourself in case you were to ever need it 

And gifts you a vervain necklace to keep you safe from compulsion 

He knows that you can protect yourself though 

Always makes sure you got home safe by calling you 

Sometimes this can get a bit annoying with him calling you EVERY SINGLE TIME you get home but you understand he just wants to make sure you're ok and not dead in a ditch somewhere 

You bring this up and he soon results into just texting you after a couple hours of you getting home 

Stefan would say he isn't the jealous type...but he is

It may not be that noticeable but when he sees another guy making you laugh or smile he feels a small twinge in his heart  

He knows that you would never do anything to hurt him and that you love him and only him(and you make sure to tell him this when you see him getting a bit jealous)  

Sometimes a guy won’t register that you are taken and just keep flirting with you. Stefan will then take matters into his own hands

This includes cupping your face lovingly and passionately kissing you in front of this poor guy who is so dumbfounded and embarrassed because he thought you were single...and you are not complaining about Stefan’s strategy

You are totally the jealous type

Stefan is one gorgeous man, so naturally, he will attract a lot of women 

This does not make you happy

Stefan knows this and will make it clear to these women(who are practically drooling)that he is already taken 

You should hear the sad groans that come out of these women!

Once they leave, he kisses you hard to seal the statement he had made 

Now let’s just get one thing straight, he is SUCH a gentleman!

Giving you his jacket when you’re cold

Opening doors for you 

Pushing out your chair 

Buying you your favourite flowers(sometimes just spontaneously or when you are not having the best day)

ALWAYS complimenting you on your beauty 

Candlelit dinners 

Picnics 

Slow dancing in the living room

You guys have definitely kissed in the rain on your account to recreate those cliche rom-com scenes

Watching romcoms every Sunday night(he says he hates it, but secretly he can’t wait till Sunday night...Princess Bride is his favourite)

He makes you breakfast in bed 

Baking together(which usually ends in you both covered in flour and making out on the kitchen counter) 

You both cook dinner but you prefer his meals over yours any day 

He doesn't mind PDA

Hand holding

Bear hugs 

Hugs from behind where the other nuzzles their neck into the others shoulder 

Forehead kisses 

Temple kisses 

Kisses on the cheek 

Jawline kisses 

Kisses on the collarbone 

Sweet goodbye kisses 

Sloppy morning kisses

Passionate long kisses when you know you are going to be apart for a while 

Small loving kisses when the other is upset 

Hot and steamy kisses when the other is hungry (;

Him pinning you to the ground with your hands above your head and kissing you deeply 

Desperate kisses in which no one wants to let go(usually when the other gets hurt or almost dies) 

Stefan is the big spoon but on one of his bad days, you will be the big spoon and hold him close in your arms 

You guys sleep with Stefan lying on his back and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. 

One of your arms is to your side while the other is laid across his torso

His arm is lightly stroking your back while the other is to his side

He can hear your heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of your chest 

He loves having you close to him when he sleeps so he knows you are always there and so he can protect you 

Wearing his clothes 

Mainly his shirts

You love that they smell like him(fresh laundry with hints of the woods jasmine) 

He loves seeing you in his shirts...but also loves seeing you without them (; 

He tells you everything

His past 

His secrets 

His regrets 

His flaws 

His fears

All the terrible things he has done in his life 

And you listen without judgment 

You can see the pain in his eyes, feel it in his body as he spills his heart out

He tries to stay strong but you can hear his voice cracking 

All you can do is hold him in your arms and whisper how much you love him in his ear 

Nothing and I mean NOTHING will stop you from loving this man! And he needs to know that too

Writing about you in his diaries 

Letting you read all his diaries 

When you first meet Damon you didn’t like him

You thought he was a jerk and treated Stefan horribly 

(you wouldn’t admit it but you where a bit intimidated by Damon)

Stefan definitely told Damon to stay away from you(and was a little bit worried that you might fall for Damon’s good looks and charm but you didn’t)

Over time you started to warm up to him 

His sarcasm and sass started to wear off on you 

Then BANG. You guys are BFFs 

Teasing Stefan together 

Having playful banter 

He sees you as a sister and is so proud and happy for Stefan for finding someone as amazing as you 

You can’t tell me Stefan doesn't use pick up lines on you 

Definitely cracks a few dad jokes(they're so bad that they're so good)

Gives you nicknames(sweetheart, darling, beautiful) 

Deep conversation when the two of you can’t sleep 

Conversations about your feature 

Stefan feels guilty that he will never be able to give you children 

You reassure him that it’s perfectly ok and as long as you are with him your life will be full

You have a habit of singing in the shower(because your voice just sounds so good in there!) and Stefan loves it. Whether you're good or bad, it always brings a smile to his face when he hears your voice

He never fails to make you laugh 

When you smile at him it still gives him butterflies 

You are always a target to the enemy

Enemies have found that the only real way to break Stefan is to break you 

This means that you have endured many forms 

Being kidnapped 

Tortured 

Used as bait 

Used as leverage 

Being held hostage 

And it never gets any better for you or less scary for the Salvatore brothers 

You always know that Stefan will find you but sometimes your head will have you believe another story 

When he does find you, he will show no mercy to your kidnapers 

Katherine has tried to kill you on many occasions(you know she be jealous)

When you're with Stefan you feel safe 

He loves how you make him feel loved

The Mystic Fall gang sees the two of you as the parents of the group 

Going out to party with Elena and Caroline only for Stefan to come and have to get you because you’re drunk and don’t know where you are 

If you're not out with Elena and or Caroline then you're drinking with Alaric and Damon at the Grill(Stefan doesn't approve but at least you’ll be safe with Damon...he hopes)

Caroline shipping you and Stefan to the moon

Him carrying you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch reading or watching something 

Sleepovers!

You guys definitely sleepover at his house more than yours 

Damon has walked in on you guys and...it was awkward 

It’s like you have moved into the Salvatore’s home except for the fact you have your own apartment 

Staying in bed all day if it’s rainy 

Tickle fights 

Road trips 

When he goes Ripper you are devastated

You feel like your whole world has just crumbled in front of your eyes 

“He can’t really be gone can he?”

But he was 

You would do everything in your power to bring your Stefan back even if it meant risking your life(which it did)

Damon had locked Stefan in the cellar. The plan was to starve him of blood until he slowly but eventually maintained back his bunny diet 

All you could do with your days was sit outside Stefan’s cell and try talking to him, ignoring his pleads for you to leave before he hurt you 

You didn’t want to hear it but he was right 

If it wasn’t for Damon being in the right place at the right time, you would have been dinner 

Stefan couldn’t live with himself at that point. He had nearly hurt you. Nearly drained you of your blood. The thoughts of what could have been brought tears to his eyes

What broke his heart even more was that he could hear you sobbing upstairs. All because of him 

You guys eventually brought Stefan back to his former self and from that point onwards, he wouldn’t stop apologising for hurting you 

In fact, since the “incident” you hadn’t gone back down to see Stefan. So when you saw him again he was “better” and not all “rippa”

At the first sight of you, he broke down, falling on his knees. His breath was raggedy, voice shaking

“I’m so sorry (y/n). I am so sorry that I nearly hurt you” 

His voice cracked at the last part and it broke your heart 

Slowly, you lifted his chin so his red and tear-stained eyes met yours 

“It’s ok Stefan. I know you would never hurt me, it’s ok”

You kneeled down to where he was on the floor and held him for what seemed like hours until he had calmed down and stopped crying

I feel like he is a slow, passionate lover 

But if he is a bit jealous that day he is a bit rougher 

He is top but loves it when you take control

You guys have done it in his car 

(and in Damon’s but he doesn't have to know)

You have done it in the woods while on a romantic date 

Everywhere(and I mean everywhere) in the boarding house 

But your guys' favourite place is the bed(classic and basic)

Rides on his motorcycle 

Late night walks around Mystic Falls with you guys holding hands 

Him admiring your beauty 

You being speechless every time he is shirtless(cause damn he looks good)

In conclusion, this boy would literally die for you and you have no doubt you would do the same for him

#salvatore #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #vampire diaries #stefan salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore imagine #vampire diaries imagine #tvd #the vampire diaries #mystic falls #mystic falls gang #damon slavatore imagine

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Ducktales Shadow Into Light (Lena Retrospective): Friendship Hates Magic! (Commission by WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy people! And welcome, and to some of you welcome back to Shadow Into Light, my fully paid for but gladly done Lena retrospective, covering everyone’s faviorite lesbian emo shadow’s personal jounrey through all three seasons and some brucey bonuses.

So this time we pick up in mid-season 2.. yes MID season 2. Though for once taking so long to adress things had valid reasons. It dosen’t make the 8 month wait for Lena to return and for Violet to show up, her concept art having been shown off shortly before Shadow War aired during San Diego Comic Con, any less aggravating, especially since the episode did air overseas before that but never leaked anywhere properly. So I knew she’d be okay but not HOW. 

As I said though.. they had their reasons. The episode was set for episode 8 in production order, right behind whatever Happened to Della Duck? which answered the other big cliffhanger from season 1, Della’s exile on the moon. So while this episode was back in the queue, along with Della’s, which had to wait till after the christmas episode to air because said episode takes place before it. So waiting on this episode was fair on the crew’s part even knowing it was a hiatus. 

It ended up getting pushed back by a week once the episodes started airing.. but as outlined last time, THIS TIME Disney actually moved it for good reason instead of just doing so because shut up. See the problem with moving episodes around in season 2.. is Della’s return. Several episodes that in theory could’ve easily been pushed back instead of this one, Depths of Cousin Fethry, Treasure of the Found Lamp... couldn’t because they take place BEFORE Della came back and it’d be weird to air them after.  One features Donald, the other dosen’t but still lacks Della and it’d be weird if it did> While this episode takes place before Della comes back or was at least meant to, no one appears in person, and Beakly mentoning “the boys and scrooge” at the bin could simply be her forgetting Della’s a part of things for a second. It’s not entirely in character, but it’s much easier than explaning why Della’s not there and Donald is. 

They also moved one episode ahead of this.. but it’s one I approve of. See from episode 7 onward the episodes were aired in week long duckbombs, woo-ooo. I I don’t fault disney for it or the reason I suspect they had for doing this: while it wasn’t the intended way of airing, they likely did this airing style to get shows on Disney Plus quicker for it’s debut and given they’ve sunk a LOT of money into the streaming service and it’s a key part of their future, I can’t blame them for wanting the entire series thus far on the platform at launch. It’s one of if not their most popular show at the moment. They wanted it front and center. 

So this one took an extra week to air, and an extra day as they aired raiders of the doomsday vault right after Della’s return in “Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!”.. which is also not a bad move. Fans wanted more of Della and her bonding with the kids, I wanted more of that so while the wait was grumble inducing, it was worth the tradeoff to get more of this character and her bonding with Dewey.. and let’s face it Glomgold.  You know what i’m about at this point. 

So there were delays but not the mind boggling ones that reshuffled the season last time and by next season there’d be zero reshuffling with both holiday episodes designed to go anywhere. So with the history and the agonizing wait out of the way join me under the cut as a snark knight returns, a new fan faviorite debuts and Beakly gets sucked into Launchpad’s awful fandom. 

We open our story at the Duckburg Library. Man I fucking miss the library. I mean you can go by apointment and what not but I also have library card debt and stuff, and it’s just not the same. 

Anyways naturally Webby is going there to research the Shadow Realm in hopes of finding something to bring Lena back. Last week was “Children’s Card Games, Dark Magic and You! by Professor Yugi Moto which while enlightening got her nowhere. Next up is “Shadow Games on Motorcycles!: How a Crimson Dragon defeated a giant Shadow Monster and brought the dead back and I helped by Doctor Yusei Fudo”. 

But that one’s not in yet so she instead goes to the Librarian to get another book.. and it’s Quackfaster! Horay! As for why she’s working two jobs, she’s saving up for a retirement condo in BIRDDDBAAADDOOOSSSSS. I had to type it that way it’s ape law. 

But her next book “I Went there and it Sucked, My Time in the Shadow Realm by Mayor of New Jersey Joey Wheeler” is taken by “another strange little girl”. Quackfaster, you chase people around with a scimitar. Just accept your the weird one and live with it like me. You’ll be happier that way. 

And so we finally meet Violet whose introduced pitch perfectly. Webby gives out her usual “Hi I”m Webby”.. and Violet simply holds a finger up, finishes her page and gives a simple “Yes?” It demonstrates her quite nature, her love of reading and her lack of social skills all in one fell swoop. The ensuing dead language off is also pretty damn adorable reminding me of that scene from “Lisa’s Wedding” where she and Hugh fight over a book and reading it before making out.. minus the making out because these are children, no one wants that, and Webby is taken. .and even then again children. Most we get is an innocent peck and some blushing. 

So Violet, finding out Webby needs it and is researching the arcane too offers to research together tonight, bringing a sleeping bag just in case it goes on long... to Lena’s unheard objections as she’s rattled by the break in her normal routine with Webby, and the possibility of Webby falling for someone else. I mean this i framed as a friendship thing... but you can only say “friend” so many times in a work before you sound like a retired grandma in denial about their granddaughter. 

Later at the Mansion, Beakley is enjoying a nice quiet afternoon to herself. Turns out once a month Scrooge has “Binventory Day” where he and the boys catalogue the bin for hours giving her a night to herself and Webby. Webby loudly interuppts the peace as is Cartoon Law, but Beakley is pleased Webby is getting back on the friendship horse. 

Bentina ends up ruining it a bit though by bringing up her previous slumber party disasters... which even Lena at her most jealous admits were her fault and only agrees to in the hopes Webby’s going to cancel. Instead Webby decides to make this the most normal sleepover ever! The one where her new friend is coming to specifically help her with magic. 

 Bentina tries to back her grandaughter/daughter down from this insane logic, but Webby does, if innocently clap back well to her being the one to give her “Be yourself” advice.  “I’m not like you Granny, I need to have friends”

And while Webby quickly flees after Beakley tries to deny it.. she’s not wrong. She has exactly one friend who she works for and no social life to speak of.. and as far as I can tell she’s fine this way. Beakley is happy with her work and raising Webby and has someone to talk to in Scrooge. She has everything she needs, while Webby is a social butterfly.. a socially inept social butterfly. She needs people and loves meeting new people and needs friends and not just her family. One’s an introvert the other’s an extrovert. I’m both at times, and before you ask why yes it is a living nightmare thank you so much for asking. I get where both are coming from. And Beakley clearly had friends at one point it’s just a long war with FOWL and a sudden granddaughter probably whittled it down to just Scrooge. It’s okay to be yourself. 

So this is where the plotlines split off, so as usual, i’m splitting the up. 

Launchpad and Beakley in Getting To Know You And Getting Sucked INto Your Strange and Lovely Fandom

So Beakley naturally cries out “name one person I don’t get along with.. and in walks Launchpad , Nature’s Perfect Himbo, having destroyed the gate and at least being honest he probably will again. Why he’s here when the boys and Scrooge are all gone? 

But I don’t care as this subplot is just.. a nonstop delight. Starting with Beakly inviting Launchpad to sup with her.. which just confuses him. Look Bentina you have to use small words.. it’s a miracle he gets up in the morning, dreses himself and hasn’t died in a tragic gasoline fight accident. You have to know your audience. Still funny.

And “not knowing your audience” continues as Beakly serves them pea soup but Launchpad is intimidated by the spoons and while she does offer to help instead tries to use all of them then a straw and then falls facedown in his soup. And this is the SECOND TIME Beakly’s left someone living at the mansion to die. I mean that’s not a lot but it’s still weird it happened twice. 

Finally they sit quitely, Beakly reading the Scarlet Pimpernell, and Launchpad doing a coloring book. And besides the odd couple energy what I really like about this subplot.. is that it fleshes Beakly out> This is one of her ONLY plots in the entire goddamn series, yes really. 70 episodes and she only got five spotlight episodes/plots. But it does at least show her off: her upperclass pedigree we really don’t see often, showing that while she applied to the job as maid out of necisity she knows her stuff, her love of classic literature and her being out of touch with the common person. It’s not a ton but it’s more than ninja butler or “stop having fun with your kids della and be a parent”. I mean she wasn’t wrong but she could’ve been nicer about it given the circumstances. 

So Launchpad, given Beakley’s never shown any interest in him as a person before, assumes she’s going to fire him and was just softening him up. I mean Scrooge himself outright said he never would and if he did he’d do it to your face, hard as it’d be. But that aside, he’s fine with getting to know her once he knows that no he’s not being fired she just wanted to hang out, he’s everyone’s friend. But naturally an upperclash british former super spy and a dumb as a bucket with a heart of gold pilot have nothing in common, not even aircraft as “plane go up, plane crash going down’ is about the extent of his actual knowledge on aircraft that isn’t instinct or dumb luck. 

He does manage to break the ice though, mistaking her book for a Darkwing Duck book and deciding to show her the show since it might be something they have in common. At first she’s as unintuhsed as you’d expect a british lady who never watches the telly watching a 90′s kids show would be.. but by the end she’s gotten all the way into it.

 It’s really endearing, showning that two vastly diffrent people with nothing can common can be brought together by something as simple and glorious as liking the same show. I’ve had it happen with me. She naturally is all for filiming his fanscript after the finale provides no answers, being the one to suggest it and the two end the episode shooting it with her in full darkwing duck cosplay. I’ts a cute and entertaining subplot and a nice contrast to the main plot which while not super dark, does have a fog of tension over it. Speaking of which. 

Webby, Lena and Violet: In Two’s Company, Three Accidently Creates Monsters That Nearly Take Your Girlfriend Off Into The Shadowy Abyss So the slumber party gets underway with Webby shooing away Duckworth after clearing out her room to greet Violet herself and violet having brought pie... a great callback to an earlier joke where Webby wondered if pie was normal at a sleepover. No but it should be. So Webby welcomes her in to her totally normal room devoid of anything. Nothing suspicious about that. 

So Violet tries to get her into research, specifically Tulpas, an actual magical concept, a mental construct of some kind created out of desire, imagination or what have you. Gee I wonder if that will come into play this episode. Webby.. wants to play baggle or what have you or do makeovers and drags Violet along to do the second thing after Violet asks about Magica.  Lena then finds something glowing in Violet’s bag...specifically, her old amulet, cracked but still working and flowing with Magica’s power. 

Lena assumes Violet is Magica and goes to warn Webby only to find her HORRIBLY MUTATED! Naturally it’s a misdirect, as it turns out Violet is just REALLY good at special effects makeup. It’s something I honestly forgot about her... i’m betting one of her dad’s is an effects artist. Just saying that’d be neat. But Webby gives the “i’m normal really even though I live in a giant mansion with my dad I don’t know is my dad and my grandma whose actually my adopted mom” game away by pointing out the demon’s fang is crooked and Violet is curious and heads to Webby’s room finding a picture from said demon. He signed it and everything. Good man that Rakshaka. 

Webby is worried Violet will be freaked out by all the weird but nope, she enjoys it. And it’s not a suprise: violet is actively researching the shadow dimension. Why WOULD she be scared off. The conflict was in Webby’s head all along.. and partly out of PTSD, but we’ll get to that. Webby still tries to get her to baggle but they settle on ancient rune dice baggle and summoning some spirits. Lena scoffs.. until it actually works. It does make sense though: As we’ll see in her last starring role, Lena is kinda like Wanda Maximoff: she has an extreme amount of power but she has no idea how to use it and is simply making up most of her magic as she goes along or took magica’s lead. But the spell means Lena can touch the dice so she spells out don’t trust her.. but forgets she’s dealing with two nerds who love unlocking puzzles and assume the message is on the dice themselves. 

Webby and Violet decide they need more clarity and resume the seance.. which summons mysterious white shadow creatures Lena saw before.. .some now taking Magica’s shape. And Lena’s panicked “Oh not again” says it all. So Lena tries the tried and true bedsheet ghost cliche, grumbling about it but showing up as a ghost without any abillity to speak or talk to webby dosen’t do anything and Violet tackles the sheet before deciding to grab the amulet to dispiate the spirit.. only for Lena to show up for a breif second before she does show making the panicked child look incredibly supscious. 

Webby naturally tackles and interrogates Violet wanting the full story. And it turns out the big secret is.. Violet is entirely normal. Nothing to do with Magica, no possesions or secretly being her or a minon of hers... she was just a logic obsessed 12 year old who thought magic was a myth.. until the Shadow War proved “Nope it’s real everything you know is wrong. Up is down black is white and short is long”. She just happened to be close to the bin and found the amulet when the remains of the staff fell near her and compacted back into it. 

It’s a brilliant reveal. See first watch around your genuinely unsure if Violet is a real person or not.. unless you went in knowing she is, but semantics. Point is most first time viewers didn’t know she’d be a beloved member of the supporting cast and didn’t know what to expect. But looking back... it makes no sense. If Magica had the amulet.. why would she need to infiltrate the mansion. Revenge? Possibly but she’d want Scrooge there too. Even being evil on her own Violet had valid opportunity to pilfer Webby’s magical items, she has an entire box of magic rocks right there and then simply zap her with the amulet. But she didn’t.. because Violet is a person.  When she DOES use it she’s utterly terrified, and we can see her breathing heavy, scared.. something Magica has NEVER been of Lena. To Violet it was just a ghost. Webby hadn’t told her about lena and any information she had about her was second hand from newspapers and the like. 

Webby is sympathetic, as Violet’s feeling of being sheltered from this greater world naturally resonates and while Lena is still supscious, having reincorperated, it’s clear Webby trusts violet and simply dosen’t want to loose another friend to magic. Here trying to hide it now takes another tone.. she knows Lena was behind it.. but is so afraid of it consuming violet the way it did Lena, she forgets almost ALL of the weird magic stuff in sleepovers was magica’s manipulation, and that Lena died because her creator was a monster, not because of magic. Magic is not inherently good or bad, it just is, and that will come back as a theme in a few episodes. It allowed Magica to ravage the town and kill Lena.. but it allowed Lena to exist in the first place and while the terrible events with Magica clearly shook her.. it also shook violet out of her complacency and got her to research a world she never would’ve considered. Good can come from bad. 

And it’s with this in mind that Violet.. does not give up. She’s stayed in her box enough.. and now she knows the spirit is a friendly one.. she figures they can bring Lena BACK using the amulet. After all it was lena’s and the source of her powers.. it might be the key to reiviving her. And while Lena, if invisibly as always, remarks it’s dangerous.. Webby, with no hesitation agrees to get her girlfriend back. It’s risky sure.. but what Lena hasn’t gotten is she’s WORTH the list. She’s so full of self loathing from both her manupations of webby and Magica’s gaslighting and abuse that she can’t see herself being worth anything even as Webby spent MONTHS trying to save her, clearly still loves her, and only didn’t want violet getting hurt because she misses her.  Webby still loves and needs her for who Lena is.. Lena just can’t it and it hurts to think about that. 

So the girls once again try to summon Lena and it starts to work.. but also summons the Tulpa’s back... this time taking Magica’s form and causing a suspcious lena to panic.. and suck both of them into the shadow realm. We get the reunion we’ve been waiting for as Webby tackle hugs her happily.

But it’s soon cut short as Lena still thinks Violet is just manipulating Webby, lying to her and that “she’s mine!”

For the record Joss Whedon sucks, not taking that out on Anthony Stewart Head  or the guys who actually wrote the episode. Moving on. 

I feel Lena’s jealousy comes from the aformentioned self loathing, mixed with a life of having to live just to surivive at the beck and call of a throughly awful person who didn’t consider her a sentient being worthy of anything especially love. She can’t fathom anyone else loving Webby the way she does because she feels once webby has anyone else.. she won’t need her. It’s toxic and wrong.. but it’s easy to see why that’d happen when sh’es only had one healthy relationship. She barely knows the boys, Beakly only grew to tolerate her and she was only friends with Scrooge for like.. a minute. Webby is the only person she knows, loves and trusts and she just can’t risk loosing that and can’t convince herself to share. 

In a realistic scenario Lena would have to simply learn to trust and let her girlfriend have other relationshps and that hogging her all to herself is inhernetly toxic and bad. And while she still does we’re talking about a living pile of shadows smooching a clone, so yeah instead the tulpas come out and drag her off..and take Lena’s form. While Lena tries to blame Violet, Violet has absolutley none of that and makes Lena see the hard truth: Lena is so worried about being forgotten, she created the tulpas by accidnet. As I said her power is raw and unfocused.. so she didn’t do it on purpose nor did she realize how toxic she was being. This finally snaps Lena back to reality, and see Violet geniunely cares about Webby and any ulterior motives were just in her head, so the two agree to work together, using a similar chant to the one from Jaws to destroy the Tulpas and save Webby.

So the shadow realm is disapated and our trio are returned to the human world.. but Lena, not being part of it and no longer having a tether.. starts to disolve, with a really heartbreaking scene of Webby holding her hand, as does violet. But.. then a miracle happens. Since the Bracelet was Lena’s link to Webby, and to her own magic, with it and the amulet close by.. both swirl around Lena, and the power of love.. for a new friend and a first love... revivies her. Mist parts.. and we get one heartwarming sign that after all this time  “I’m back?!” Lena is confused.. but once again part of this plane of reality. She’s free and WEbby triumphanthly hugs her with Violet joining in. By letting go of her hate.. Lena returned to who she loved. They also run into the end of the other subplot and Launchpad’s casual hey lena is just great. 

So our heroes are reunited and doing horror makeup and I really love Webby’s updo here and wish more works fan nd otherwise used it. WE get a final fakeout as Lena seemingly disovles and Violet reveals herself as magica.. only for it to be a prank and Webby to just be glad the love of her life and her new best friend get a long. We get one last hearwarming image and we close out.. with Lena finally having what she always wanted freedom. And while she may not know it yet in accepting violet.. she’s finally found family. More on that in a few weeks. 

Final Thoughts: This episode is excellent. It’s not the best of the Lena arc, that comes next and it does drag once or twice.. but overall it’s a really great character piece, with a nice ballance betwen the tense main plot and the funny and goofy subplot. It adds more to Lena’s character, finally brings her back, while giving us a new and throughly fascenating new character to rave about in Violet, as well as giving Webby her own personal squad. It’s a great episode.. and only leads to a better one. But we’ll get to that in a week or so. First we have a bit of a detour and my plug. 

If you liked this review, follow for more, spread it around, and join my patreon. It’s almost time for new patreons to pay up and if you hit my stretch goal i’ll review a darkwing duck episode next month and every month! We’re just five bucks away people! And if you’d like to just comission a review directly it’s just 5 bucks an episode and avaliable via my dms, ask or discord. 

Next Time on Shadow Into Light: We take a break from the last two Lena episodes to go to one of her sources as we head back to Ducktales 87 with Magica’s Shadow War! I know almost nothing going in so... Shadow betrayals and stuff? Yay?

Tommorow: It’s Fenton’s birthday! And since i’ve done a LOT of ducktales recently and can’t do super ducktales till I hit my next stretch goal at 25 bucks, we’re going back to ST Canard at long last for Gizmoducks second apperance.. which can’t possibly be worse than the first so i’m excited. Let’s get dangerous tommorow!

#lena sabrewing #webby vanderquack #ducktales #weblena #violet sabrewing #shadow into light #friendship hates magic #great title by the way #bentina beakley #launchpad mcquack #darkwing duck

[kari-writes-stuff]

ocean waves

words 1941

genre: slice of life, lgbt+

Ever since he could remember, Evan had wanted to be a Marine biologist.

He remembers when he first moved near the beach, the feeling of heat on his skin and wind in his light brown hair, the sun, the waves, and there was so much to explore! but most of all he remembers the little crab he had met. the second he'd seen the snapping critter he'd run up to it looking in wonder as it crawled past him and into the sea "mama look!" he'd cried. He remembered the way she smiled at him as he pointed.

"Do crabs come in different colors?"

"What do crabs eat?"

"How big can a crab get?"

He had asked questions all the way home and the more they researched about crabs not only did his interest grow but he found himself fascinated with other sea animals as well.

Clown fish, whales and octopi to name a few, he begged his mom to take him to the beach everyday and she took him every chance she got. She would always smile about it, any time he showed her his new discoveries, she would be just as interested as him, any time he had questions, she was right there to help him find an answer, she had always supported him.

He remembers starting school.

He remembers entering the classroom, being met with so many kids, they all were tanned, and a few sunburnt -most likely from playing outside all summer- he remembers being introduced, his teacher telling him to sit wherever he liked, multiple kids tried to call him over their eyes glowing in excitement. His eyes, however, strayed to the back of the class, where a kid was coloring all by himself, he was a lot paler than the others for some reason...the kid looked at him and for a second light and dark brown eyes met before he looked back down.

While all the other kids looked super fun he found himself walking towards the back.

"Hi." He whispered when he sat down looking

"uh...hi" the boy shyly replied back, his long dark brown hair hiding his face as he looked down, Evan subconsciously touched his own shorter hair, he kinda wished his own hair was that long...

"I'm Evan, what's your name?" he asked excitedly.

the kid shifted. "...Im Kade"

It was then that Evan saw Kade's drawing.

"Is that a crab?"

the boy flinched guiltily as if caught doing something bad, he shifted his paper

"uh...yeah it's a crab eating an apple." Kade said hesitantly.

"I love crabs! and apples are yummy, especially chocolate covered apples, those are my favorite" Evan exclaimed happily trying to keep his voice down.

Kade turned to look at him. "yeah, I like the ocean and apples are my favorite." his eyes shifted downwards, "my parents say its just a dumb phase though."

Evan was shocked at this, he fidgeted a little in his seat. "Well it's not just a phase for me, the ocean is cool, it's got all sorts of awesome animals like whales and dolphins, and I'm gonna be a marine biologist so I can study them all when I grow up!" his hands waved a little in the air as he said this.

Kade finally shifted to look at him "what's a marine biolatist?"

"biologist" Evan corrected " that's someone who studies plants and animals that live near the sea"

Kade's eyes lit up, and forgetting his earlier shyness he exclaimed. "That's so cool! I wanna be one too!"

but then he slouched back down, his face contorting into one of sadness again. "But I have to be a doctor, my parents said so...." he looked back at his drawing.

Evan crossed his arms. "Well my mom says you can be whatever you want when you grow up so if you want to be a marine biologist then when you grow up then we can study sea animals together!"

"...really?" Kade looked confused at the prospect of 'being whatever you wanted.'

"yeah!" Evan smiled.

and like that they were best friends, their parents liked each other too so that helped.

they would have sleepovers and playdates -almost always at Evans house- but that didn't matter Evans mom loved it when Kade came over.

Whenever Kade came they would all go to the beach or the Aquarium and play or look at the animals, and even if it was raining his mom would just set up a documentary instead, and though he was shy around Evans mom at first but he soon came out of his shell.

///

he remembers turning 15 and finally being old enough to volunteer at the aquarium, Kade wasn't allowed too, instead his parents had sent him to a private school, determined to get him a scholarship for med school, but that didn't matter, it was only three more years then he and Kade could do whatever they wanted together. and besides Evan wasn't allowed to do much at first, maybe help behind the scenes with some shows and take Supplies from one place to another, and maybe help feed the animals from time to time with supervision, but he still got to learn so much from the other workers and had fun!

When Evan got back he immediately called Kade and told him everything that happened.

"...wow that sounds...fun." Kade said, sounding a bit sad.

Evan frowned. "I'm sorry you have to be at dumb private school, i miss you."

"I miss you too."

"...but remember what I told you? once you move out you can do whatever you want, it's only three more years and then you can be a marine biologist with me right?"

"yeah...I just...." Kade sounded unsure. "Do you think they'll hate me? I mean they're spending all this money so I can be here and-"

"Kade" Evan said interrupting, they had had this conversation a lot over the years, and a while ago his answer would have been 'who cares what they think' but as his mother has explained Kade cared what they thought, they were his parents after all.

"It's your life and your choice, just because your parents want you to be something doesn't mean your required to do it, and even if you decide to become a doctor to please them, if you're not happy then technically they're still wasting their money, you still want to study sea life right?"

Kade made a small sound if agreement "then that's what your gonna do"

Kade went silent on the other line for a second before saying "yeah...yeah I guess you're right" Kade took a deep breath before letting it out again slowly.

"and until then I'll just have to volunteer for both of us!"

Kade chuckled. "thanks Evan."

Evan grinned "anytime dude" Evan looked at the clock "hey it's getting kinda late over here, but talk to you tomorrow?"

"...yeah, night."

"night."

three years passed quicker then he thought, but at the same time also agonizingly slow.

every day he'd call Kade to talk and tell him about his day, and tell him what he'd learn, and ask if Kade was doing alright and just...everything.

but still, he missed talking to best friend face to face…

finally Evan graduated high school! he was 18 and in another Month Kade would be too he was so excited!

The entire month was spent either looking at different colleges or talking to his mother about what he and Kade would do with each other.

Now, he was waiting in the middle of his room, looking at college applications, and trying to figure out which one to go to...the door opened and Evan turned his head expecting his mother to be there to ask what he wanted for dinner.

"KADE!?" and it was Kade. did he look paler then last time he'd seen him? Has his hair gotten longer?

After a moment of shock Evan quickly got up and hugged him. "But I thought you weren't coming till next week?" he said, confused.

"Yeah, my parents were gonna pay for my train ticket...but a friend said she'd do it for me, so here I am" he said, his voice happy but also holding nervous hints to it.

Evan frowned "do you know what you're gonna say to them?" Kade shook his head.

"I don't, I mean...I've thought about it but" Kade took a deep breath.

Evan hugged him again "I'll be right here with you Kade ok?"

Kade nodded "yeah."

-

"Well this is it!" Evan said, bursting with excitement as he walked into their new apartment and set his suitcase down.

"Can you believe it? we're finally going to college!"

Kade smiled slightly "yeah." he replied.

Evan's smile wavered and he walked over. "You doing ok?" he asked gently. to say Kades parents hadn't taken the news well was an understatement, that night they had decided to wait till the end of summer to tell them Kades decision and instead gone over too Kade's house to surprise them, the rest of summer went well but of course they had argued when Kade told them he wasn't going to be a doctor, he had looked almost ready to back down but Evan had just grabbed Kade's hand, told them exactly what he'd told Kade multiple times, that it was Kade's life and that the both of them had already been accepted at miami university and walked out of there.

Now a week later they were in their new apartment in Miami, Kades parents had stopped blowing up his phone and had instead grown eerily silent.

"I'm ok," Kade said, tugging at the end of his shirt a little.

"forget about them for tonight" Evan said, guessing what, or rather who he was thinking about. "Let's put our stuff away for right now, yeah?"

Kade nodded.

"Great, now let's get to work!"

and that's how college life started for them, it was fun -well as fun as school could be anyways.

They studied -or helped Kade study as Evan had already learned most of this either by himself or by his volunteer work at the aquarium, got jobs, made a few friends, met some of Kades friends.

years passed and now they were both graduating college.

"Evan Loring."

Evan walked to the platform, eyes shining as his mother cheered from where she was sitting, he looked back to where Kade was sitting waiting to be called up as well, several names were called until,

"Kade quince"

His mother cheered again, sounding just as excited as they both felt, and Kade's eyes also shined as he got his diploma and stood next to Evan.

Evan and Kade got jobs at a sea life research facility, a few years of saving up later they started their own rescue and rehabilitate Aquarium with plenty of shows about raising awareness of pollution...

///

"Will you marry me?" he asked Kade, one summer, they were at the beach, the one they grew up at, they had been dating for three years now, Kade looked at Even in surprise before smiling widely "yes."

The wedding was beautiful, and at the beach of course where else? and Kade, Kade looked amazing. there was no one else he'd rather have. His mother looked so happy.

...they had invited Kade's side of the family but...Evan pushed that thought to the back of his mind, no matter.

They had been through a lot together, but as they said their vows Evan knew there was no one else he'd rather have had by his side, both then and now.you

#writblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #lgbt stories #lgbt writers #ocean waves #Kari writes

[mooresomore]

Here’s the full Headcanon fic that came from the ask @fearlessbuck sent me. Unbeta’d, so any mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Buck had realized how Eddie got when Buck had taken Christopher to do things, or when he babysat Jee-Yun. He would be lying if he said he didn’t deliberately ask sometimes to spend time with Christopher alone, just to get the sweet, sappy side of Eddie later.

The first time it happened, Buck had thought it was a fluke. How Eddie had still trusted Buck with Christopher after the tsunami incident was beyond Buck; however, Eddie had said that Christopher saw Buck “saving him” that day, and Eddie launched into a speech about how many times he’d failed Christopher and that he’d never stop trying, and that Eddie knew Buck wouldn’t stop trying either. Then came the bombshell that “there’s no one I trust more with my son more than you” (Buck would forgive the “not Abuela, and only half a Carla'' comparison). Eddie had recommended something inland (like the zoo) instead of the Pier, and Buck had decided that was a perfect plan.

Buck tried not to send too many pictures; he knew Eddie was on shift. But there were just some that he couldn’t resist. Like Christopher standing next to the “How Tall Am I?” polar bear sign, Christopher staring at the tigers with wide eyes, and the one of Buck and Christopher smiling in front of the otters that were floating (and holding hands). Buck didn’t get any responses back, but he hadn’t figured he would; Eddie was probably really busy on shift.

When Eddie came to get Christopher that night, there was a look that Buck couldn’t quite place; it seemed like Eddie wanted to say something, but Christopher was quickly falling asleep, so Eddie left. Buck did get a thank you text though.

Then the lawsuit happened. And the grocery store scene. Buck hadn’t realized how much Christopher was missing him (and it seemed like Eddie was missing Buck too, to be honest, but Buck wasn’t going to dig into that right now); he had dropped the lawsuit, but he and Eddie seemed to be on shaky ground. They started to find their footing again, and then it was like old times, and Buck was back to movie nights with Christopher and Eddie. There was still that look, but Buck wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

The well incident. Buck hated this one the most. He had tried to dig through 30 feet of mud to get to Eddie; there was no denying what he felt for Eddie now. Buck had waited until Eddie had been released from the hospital and told Eddie; Eddie had confessed to Buck his feelings as well, and they had started slowly easing into a relationship.

Buck had finally figured it out though, and it wasn’t a fluke. Eddie always got more soft and sappy whenever Buck was doing things with Christopher, and their alone time after that reflected it too- Eddie was a lot softer and sweeter with his kisses and the sex was a lot slower and more romantic (instead of the hurried/more frantic kind they normally had). Buck started working on ways to get to do things with Christopher by himself; he really liked seeing this soft side of Eddie. If Eddie had figured out that Buck knew how Eddie felt when he saw Buck and Christopher together, he never said anything. He just kept taking Buck up on his offers of “me time” and let Buck and Christopher do their thing. 

Then Jee-Yun came along. Seeing Buck with his baby niece did things to Eddie. He knew he was being pretty open with his feelings on this one, but he didn’t care. Especially when Buck kept volunteering to babysit so Maddie and Chimney could have some “parent’s alone time”. Eddie had gotten roped into a few of the babysitting days, and after most of them, he’d either sent Christopher to his Abuela’s, Tia Pepa’s, or to a friend’s house for a sleepover so that he and Buck could have their own “alone time” and take things as slow as they wanted to. Eddie would drag it out and whisper “I love you” and all the words that he normally couldn’t say.

“You know, I love this soft, sweet, sappy side of you.” Buck said one time as they lay in bed, Buck absentmindedly tracing patterns on Eddie’s chest. 

“I kind of like it too.” Eddie admitted. “It’s a different feeling.”

The next time they babysat Jee-Yun, it was Eddie who had requested to do it. Buck could only flush a little as they picked her up; Chimney and Maddie looked at them like they knew something was going on, but they didn’t say anything (they really could use the sleep; Jee-Yun had been up all night screaming, which meant they hadn’t got any sleep themselves).

Jee-Yun was a little more fussy than normal and didn’t want to be put down; Eddie put the baby sling on without hesitation and started pacing around the living room to get her to calm down; it was Buck this time who had the “heart eyes” (as Christopher had taken to calling them). It stirred up a feeling that Buck hadn’t felt in a long time.

After getting Jee-Yun back home to Chimney and Maddie, they sat on the couch, each nursing a beer (Christopher was over at Hen and Karen’s house for a sleepover with Denny and Harry). Buck decided to bring up the topic.

“Um, have you ever thought about any more kids?” Buck asked, taking a long sip of his beer.

“You know, I really hadn’t,” Eddie admitted. “Christopher is more than enough for me. But, now that I’ve been around Jee-Yun, and seeing you with her, it’s crossed my mind.” Eddie stopped to take a drink of his beer. “I’m not going to lie, I’m not looking forward to the late night feedings, the screaming all night, or the potty training.” Eddie stopped again. “You know though, I would be here for all of it though. Get a chance to do it all right this time.”

“You did a good job with Christopher.” Buck said, reaching out for Eddie’s hand. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I just thought we should talk about it.”

“Yeah, we should.” Eddie said. “I don’t know. Maybe in the future, once things slow down some. I’m not going to lie, it would be really hot to see you holding a baby and singing lullabies.”

“Am I still going to be hot when I have baby puke in my hair and am so sleep deprived I put coffee creamer on my cereal instead of milk?” Buck laughed.

“Fair point.” Eddie laughed. “Table it for now?”

“Sure.” Buck said. “We can be the coolest uncles to Jee-Yun, and the best dads to Christopher. That works for me.”

“Me too.” Eddie drained the rest of his beer and stood up, reaching for Buck’s hand. “Come on. Bedtime.”

“Bedtime or bedtime?” Buck playfully asked, draining his own beer.

“Your call.” Eddie said. “I’ll have you know, my very skilled hands got your niece to sleep. I’m pretty sure I can put you to sleep quickly. Or we can have some fun first and then we can sleep.”

“I like option 2.” Buck grinned.

“I figured you’d say that.” Eddie said.

*

Eddie was running his fingers through Buck’s hair as they started drifting off. “Hey Buck?”

“Yeah Eddie?”

“I love you. And you’re a great dad to Christopher. In case I don’t tell you enough.”

“Thanks. You’re a great dad too. I love you.” Buck closed his eyes and let Eddie’s hand in his hair lull him to sleep.

#fearlessbuck #fic writing #writing #Buddie headcanon #this was inspired from an ask #and may have led to a spinoff fic idea #i just really love the idea of Buck and/or Eddie with a baby strapped to their chest #i'm thinking they don't do any more kids but settle for being the cool uncles

[hercleverboy]

CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVE, you deserve this so so much that i cannot even put it into words, although that will not stop me from trying. you are genuinely one of the most talented sweetest people i have ever met, you make me so happy just by messaging me and you’re so supportive and i’m so happy that you’re so successful. i am struggling to think of another person who deserves this more than you, you’re talented, and intelligent and so nice and beautiful and interesting and i’m so so so happy for you and i hope you know that i love you babe💋❤️

NOW SORRY FOR HOW SAPPY THAT WAS but for your celebration can i do🍉💌💓and📒(i’ll let you pick your fav fic of mine cause i would like to hear about dat one from your perspective)

kate’s 1.5k sleepover !! 🥂

holly!! you’re such a sweetheart, I love you very much💞

💓 I’ll give you a compliment!

holly I am about to detail all the ways I love you in your lil’ love letter, however I’ll take this opportunity to remind you what a fantastic writer you are! your ability to encompass spencer’s character always blows me away <3

🍉 I’ll choose one of my wip’s and post a little snippet!

this comes from my wip ‘comatose’, which I only started working on a day or two ago, enjoy!

He gulped, tried to slow the shaking of his hands as he entered the room, pushing the door closed behind him.

When his eyes landed on her, laying in the hospital bed, machines hooked up to her and numerous coloured wires spiralling from her arms, he had to take a moment. He felt his breath catch in his throat, his eyes begin to water at the mere sight of her. It was as though the world had stopped turning, if only for a moment, as he watched her chest move up and down ever so slightly. He felt frozen, unable to move forward. His brain raced with medical facts and statistical probabilities (none of which he liked the sound of.)

Spencer had never felt so helpless.

As if everything had suddenly locked into place, he felt himself moving toward her, his feet seemingly moving on their own accord and he felt himself struggling to catch up with the movements of his own body. All he knew was that he had to get to her, he had to feel her.

He grasped her hand in as tight of a hold as he could, whimpering at how cold her hands felt. His only comfort was that of the heart monitor by her bedside, beeping steadily. He sat down in the chair that was placed beside the bed, holding her hand in both of his and resting his head on her stomach, desperately trying to calm down his erratic breathing. He whispered to himself, reminded himself that she was alive, forced himself to count the beats of her heart as he heard them on the monitor, clutching onto her hand in such a vice-like grip that he was sure she would have winced if she was awake.

After a few moments, having calmed himself down as much as he could in that situation, he looked up at her, watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, finding comfort in the slight flush of her cheeks, clinging to any and every sign of life from her— because if Spencer didn’t focus on those then he’d have to admit how petrified he was that she looked so lifeless. Void of all warmth and solace that he usually found within the woman he loved.

Spencer had never felt so helpless.

📒send me a fic of yours and I’ll write a review

since you asked me to choose, I’ve gone for ‘Dancing With Our Hands Tied’ , because you know how much I love a good angst fic (which this certainly is!)

Right out of the gate, Holly hits us right in the heart with the ‘Spencer Reid hated funerals’. I mean, it just immediately sets the tone for this piece, puts this pit in our guts because as a reader we know that this is gonna hurt to read, in the best way possible. It’s that slightly sinking feeling you get with angst where you know it isn’t going to end well for Spencer, but yet it’s already captured you and pulled you in— there’s no way you’re going to stop now. I always find with Holly that she manages to do that so well in all of her pieces. I’m always immediately immersed into the world she creates, always hooked on every word.

And then we have “No matter how many philosophers described love in the most beautiful, enchanting way, Spencer didn’t want it anymore.” That’s such a beautiful sentence, and perfectly encapsulates the way that Spencer feels. He’s watching Hotch lose his wife, and he’s thinking ‘god please, don’t ever let me have to feel a pain like that.’ It’s very life like, so much so that it almost hurts. When you watch those you love, your friends, suffer through such unfathomable pain, and you watch how much it breaks them, you do find yourself hoping that it’ll never happen to you— that you’ll never have to suffer the same fate.

Which ultimately is why this piece is so well written, why it flows so easily and it’s because swearing off of love after watching his friend suffer as a consequence is such a Spencer thing to do. He’s managed to convince himself that in order to protect himself, save himself the hurt, the answer is simply to never fall in love. But of course, in a very Spencer-like fashion, he forgets that we never fall in love on purpose. Love is not so black and white, it is complex in its intricacies and is never so simple. He forgets that we often end up falling when we’re not even searching for love, and is that not just the perfect way for Spencer Reid to find the love of his life? When he really isn’t looking for them?

And then, as all tales of love go, he falls hard and fast for someone when he was least expecting to. (side note: the use of ‘a truly impossible task’ is so good here, mostly because again, holly manages to completely encompass the essence of Spencer’s character. Spencer has never thought he was good enough, a fact we all know. As far as he is concerned, everyone leaves eventually. no one is permanent, no one stays for as long as they say they will. an impossible task indeed.)

I love that his and the readers first date is so spontaneous, a little out of character for him but perfectly so: because it makes so much sense for him to get distracted by a person who manages to enamour him entirely, until suddenly they’ve been talking for hours and he’s thinking of how he nearly missed out on this, how he nearly swore off of love entirely. (the scene of Spencer freaking out over whether the previous night was in fact a date, and what kind of flowers would be appropriate for him to give her— again, so entirely Spencer and so so adorable.)

Spencer deciding that the only logical way to keep the reader safe is to keep them a secret for a while is so incredibly him, because we saw him do that in canon with Maeve. Albeit, she did have a stalker, but Spencer deciding to hide her from the team for so long was for more personal reasons too, because truly he wanted to keep her to himself for a little while longer (which he covered with the whole ‘I wanted to protect her’ thing). but how cute of him to bring the reader flowers too!!! we love the domesticity of it all (especially with him calling them ‘flower’) and then Spencer refuses to let them meet the team, for a lot longer than they thought this relationship was going to be kept a secret. and then he becomes paranoid, of course, because he’s pouring so much into this idea of keeping his partner safe, preventing them from ending up like Haley that he actually manages to jeopardise the entire relationship. (good one, Spence.)

and then the final heart wrenching moment, where all of Spencer’s paranoia and insecurities mount up and he looses the love of his life and his child. it’s ironic, really. that he was so afraid of losing them that he thought he would protect them, but it was those actions that lead to losing them anyway. I really like the theme of flowers throughout this piece, and the symbolism that accompanies them.

the final part being ‘daffodils and daisies. the flowers of new beginnings’ really leaves this fic on a high note; despite all the angsty goodness involved. i love open-ended fics, ones that leave the slightest bit of room for the reader to imagine that things went a different way— perhaps the reader and Spencer meet again someday, and he gets to be a father to his child, or perhaps the reader starts their new beginning and gets to live the life they’d always wanted to, even without Spencer by their side. I love an indefinite ending; because it leaves space for the audience to create their own ending it a way, we get to decide just how sad this can be, or whether it is in a fact a happy ending.

(I cannot recommend holly’s other works enough, I would highly suggest you make your way through her brilliant masterlist)

💌 I’ll handwrite you a lil’ personal love letter!

#kate’s sleepover🥂 #holly🦑 #that’s my wife!

[dindjarindiaries]

Bittersweet - Chapter 2: Pancakes and Perpetrators

summary: You join Marcus back at headquarters to watch over the mission—and to see him fall further and further into the Lisbon rabbithole.

warnings: there’s an f-word in here (i usually make that rated r but there’s only one hehe), angst, food

rating: T

word count: 3.918k

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chapter 2: pancakes and perpetrators

You wake up in the early afternoon feeling much more well-rested than before—thanks to your dreamless slumber. With a yawn, you roll over and reach for your phone on the bedside table, pleased to see that there’s no notifications except for some random social media ones. You unlock your phone and instantly pull up your conversation with Marcus.

me: naptime’s over!🥱i’m about to head in.

You’re about to lock your phone again and freshen yourself up, but then you see the three bubbles pop up immediately, and you wait with a smile that you can barely bite back as you wait for his message to appear.

marcus🥞: Rise and shine, Sunny!☀️ You won’t believe what’s going on over here. Get ready for a long night.

You release a heavy sigh at the idea of having to stay at the office for an ungodly amount of time tonight yet also can’t help smiling wide at the appearance of your nickname. You’d been surprised when Marcus hadn’t used it earlier. He’d started calling you Sunny—short for “sunshine”—not too long after you started working together. Marcus had insisted that your fiery presence was like the sunshine bursting through the blinds in the morning, and the nickname had just caught on. You figure he hadn’t used it earlier thanks to your less-than-sunny attitude when you rolled into work this morning.

me: great. nothing like a sleepover after a nap.🥴 need me to bring anything while i’m out?

You lock your phone as you finally get out of bed, freshening up by brushing your teeth again and touching up your hair and makeup. You’ve just exchanged your work clothes for a fresh set thanks to the wrinkles you’d made in them when you hear your phone buzz again, and you pick it up to see Marcus’ response.

marcus🥞: I’m good for now, partner. Thanks, though. I’ll get us some takeout later.

me: alright. i’m heading over now, be there in a fewww🚗

marcus🥞: No rush! Drive safe.

You can’t help smiling at his concern for you—despite the fact that you know it’s just a part of his kind nature. You grab your belongings and make your way back down to your car, arriving to headquarters in record time. As soon as you step on your floor and into the art department, you see Marcus sitting at his own desk, looking up at you with a raised brow and a small smile.

“That was quick,” Marcus observes. “I thought I told you not to rush.”

You shrug as you place your bag next to your desk, practically falling into your chair. “I didn’t,” you insist. “Traffic was just really good, surprisingly.”

Marcus gives you a skeptical eye, chuckling to himself as he turns back to whatever he’s looking over on his desk. Despite the fact you just sat down, you get back up and walk over to him, leaning over his shoulder as you see the file laid open on his desk.

“Are these the perpetrators?” you question, raising an eyebrow as you see the pictures paperclipped to papers of personal information. You assume Marcus went and printed them out—he’s a visual person who likes to have things physically laid out in front of him, not just on a computer screen.

Marcus looks up at you with slight amusement. “What, did you sleep my entire briefing away, Sunny?” He adds a playful scoff at the end.

You close your eyes and give your head a shake, as if you’re jogging your memory. “Right. Sorry.” You gesture to your bag that’s still on the floor. “I’ve got my notes in there, too.” Marcus just nods, releasing a gentle sigh as he gathers the papers and fits them back into his manila folder. You cross your arms as you lean against his desk, facing where he sits in his chair as you wait for him to completely fill you in. “So, what’s the plan?”

Marcus also crosses his arms, gaze still piercing through the file on his desk before it shifts over to you. “We’re camping out here for the night with Agent Wylie, helping him oversee things while the homicide team moves in. Abbott’s gonna rein in our henchman with the help of Cho at a bar, and they’ll head to a party at the house where Jane and Lisbon will be waiting with some of our stolen art from the basement—hoping that’ll get our henchman to call in his leader.”

“And then we’ll get them there?”

Marcus shakes his head. You raise an eyebrow in confusion. “That’s what we’d do, yeah. But that wouldn’t prove that this guy really is the one who killed that man—according to Jane, we need him to lead us to his lair somehow. He thinks he’ll try to come back and steal the stolen art we have set up at the house, and that’s how we’ll trace him back to his place.” When you continue looking at him with confusion, Marcus just releases a curt chuckle and stands up from his chair. “I don’t know, there’s a lot of complicated shit that I honestly can’t keep up with. I’m just trying to do what I’m told.” Marcus nods towards you. “I advise that you do the same.”

You scoff playfully. “And why wouldn’t I?”

Marcus tries to hold back a smirk as he shrugs at you. “No reason.” He then walks past you and towards the rest of the floor, stopping to look back at you. “I’m gonna go check in with the team. If you need more info, you can check the folder.” Marcus gestures towards the manila folder he’d been looking over earlier before he continues forward. You sigh as you pick it up and bring it over to your desk, taking a seat and pulling out your notebook with the details from the briefing. 

As you’re copying down some of the information, you can’t help overhearing the laugh that unmistakably sounds like Marcus’, and you look up to see him standing with Lisbon just outside the doorway of the breakroom. You can’t help releasing a troubled sigh, twisting your lips and trying not to stare. When you look away, you also notice Jane turning around from a conversation he’s just been having with Abbott, also spotting the same sight with a similar grimace on his lips.

You shake your head and look back down to your work, knowing you’re in for a long night.

The afternoon drags by, and later you find yourself sitting beside Marcus at Wylie’s desk, watching his computer as he hacks his way into the cameras at the bar where the first perpetrator’s waiting to be lured. You’re digging into styrofoam containers full of takeout, trying to drown your exhaustion, frustration, and stress in the food Marcus ordered for you. There’s a lot of crazy things going on in the scenes you’re watching—fake fights, overdramatic flirting, and some pretty damn good acting, if you’re being honest—and it almost feels like you’re watching a TV show. Meanwhile, Marcus asks Wylie question after question, trying to figure out their methods and how each of these moves is going to help them in the future.

Often, Wylie will look at Marcus with a shrug and confess, “I don’t know. Jane will probably tell us later.” You and Marcus share a look that says everything you want to: obviously, he’s the one who’s running things over there in the homicide department.

Which makes you worry even more for the fact that Marcus is not-so-subtly developing a crush for his longtime partner.

You’ve probably been too observant—no, you’ve definitely been too observant, but what the hell—whenever Lisbon’s appeared on the screen. She’s donning a nice dress that fits her very well, which Wylie explained was hand-picked for her by none other than Jane himself (shocker). You always look out of your peripherals to see Marcus looking a little too closely himself. Often, he’ll cup his hand over his mouth, a habit that you’ve learned well thanks to all the time you’ve spent with him. He does that when he’s trying to hide his reaction to things.

Well, he’s doing a shit job at it.

You want to scream that at him, to warn him not to go down this road—but you still know, who are you to tell him that? Marcus has been unfairly dragged through the mud once, and even though you don’t want to see it happen again, you know he’s been feeling pretty lonely ever since and he’d likely be more than willing to put his heart on the line. Again. For Lisbon. Even though you’d been standing here the whole time, waiting for him to give you the chance.

“Sunny?” Marcus’ voice suddenly rings in your ears. You blink a few times from where you’ve been staring into space at one of Wylie’s screens, looking to Marcus’ gaze. “Don’t die on me yet.”

You snort and shake your head. “Sorry, Pike,” you sigh, closing your empty takeout box and setting it on the floor beside you. “I just got a little lost up here.” You point with your finger to your temple.

Marcus raises an eyebrow in slight concern. “Everything okay?”

You nearly scoff at that. No, actually, it’s not, you want to say, because I’m scared that you’re breaking my heart and I’m even more scared that you’re gonna end up breaking yours again, too. “Yeah, I was just thinking about all… this,” you answer instead, gesturing with a hand to the set up you’re seated in front of. Marcus chuckles a bit as Wylie releases a laugh along with a nod.

“Understandable,” Wylie says. “Jane can be a tough one to follow, especially in the mind.”

You swallow hard and try to hide your concern. Great. You’d assumed that, but now—thinking of Marcus possibly trying to woo the woman Jane’s obviously been going after—you’re even more afraid of what could come for Marcus. You’re sure Jane would have no shame in letting Marcus get his heart absolutely shattered if it meant getting Lisbon for himself. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a deep sigh. You can almost feel another headache coming on.

It’s late in the night—or, rather, early the next morning—when the team tells you that you’re free until the morning. You and Marcus both nearly cheer with delight, rising from your chairs and helping Wylie to clean up the space you’d gotten much too comfortable in this evening. Marcus agrees to call Lisbon with the updates on who’s lingering in the perimeter (of course) while you start to pack your things up for the night. While you’re stuffing things into your bag, you can’t help looking up at Marcus every now and then, trying your best to read his lips—a skill you’ve mastered since working for the art department.

Pancakes. That’s a word that you catch, and you wonder why the hell Marcus is talking to Lisbon about pancakes. You know he has a favorite place somewhere down the road from here, but you can’t imagine why he’d bring that up to her now. Unless… he was offering to take her there. But, she was in the middle of a mission, she couldn’t—right?

You groan with frustration to yourself, pulling out your phone and opening your conversation with Andy.

me: please help me. i’m making myself suffer, here.🤦‍♀️

Almost right away, she responds. You roll your eyes. Of course she does.

andy💞: what is it now, miss thing? is it that lipton girl you were talking about earlier?

me: lisbon, andy. teresa lisbon. not the damn iced tea 🙄 and yes… kinda. i think.

andy💞: relax, ma’am. i’m sure you’re all in your head rn, okay?🥺 wait until marcus actually says something.

me: you’re right. i’ll let you know if—

“Looks like they’re all set over there,” Marcus announces, walking into the room and nearly making you jump at his sudden arrival. You lock your phone and shove it in your pocket, hoping you don’t look too suspicious as Marcus collects his things at his desk.

“That’s great,” you respond, forcing a smile as you hoist your bag onto your shoulder.

Marcus looks back up at you once he’s done the same. “Listen,” he starts, voice soft as he takes a few steps closer to you. He doesn’t know it, but you want to melt into the floor at such a tone and movement—especially with that charming and kind gaze he’s giving you. “I know it’s late and you’ve had a hell of a day, but would you wanna stop for a quick stack of pancakes at the diner before we head home?” Marcus gestures with his thumb to the glass windows behind you.

Pancakes. Maybe he’d been telling Lisbon about his plans with you, after all. You smile genuinely this time as you nod. “That sounds… really nice, Pike.”

Marcus smiles back at you. “Great. Meet you there?”

You nod again, walking with him out of the building as you talk about what could possibly be waiting for you tomorrow. Jane didn’t fill you all in on the details, so you’re basically left to do whatever he tells you, which makes you pretty worried. Marcus feels the same way, which makes you feel just a bit better about it all. You agree that working with the homicide team isn’t exactly your favorite thing in the world before you split off to your cars, getting ready to head to the diner. Before you start driving, you take your phone back out and finish your text to Andy, first deleting whatever you had written there before.

me: you’re right. now, he’s taking me to go get pancakes.🙃

You bite back a smile as you set your phone aside, focusing on the road as you fasten your seatbelt and follow Marcus’ car down the street. The diner’s completely empty at this hour, which doesn’t come as much of a shock—even if it does have twenty-four-hour service. Before you get out of the car, you see a notification from Andy on your lock screen.

andy💞: HE’S DOING WHAT NOW??🗣 do you know what time it is? you better tell me all about this later.

You tuck your phone in your pocket as you grab your wallet and keys and get out of the car, walking up to where Marcus is waiting on the sidewalk before you enter together. You sit in a both and get your order in right away, both of you opting for water rather than coffee as you wait for your shared stack of pancakes. Marcus releases a sigh as he looks at you seriously. It makes your heart race a little faster in your chest.

“I’m gonna be honest here, Sunny,” Marcus begins, causing you to almost choke on a sip of water as you nod at him. You can feel your hands beginning to tremble a bit, wondering if this could be a pivotal moment for you. “I need advice.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, willing yourself to keep your cool. “Of course, Marcus. What for?”

Marcus takes a sip of his water, his fingers dancing along the side of the plastic cup as he exhales deeply. He looks back up at you. “It’s about Teresa. Lisbon. You know.”

Your heart instantly sinks. Of course. You knew this was coming. The trembling in your hands is now from disappointed and suppressed frustration rather than intense hope, and you force yourself to swallow back every word your mind wants to scream at him as you instead nod.

Marcus goes on. “I just think she’s—well, I think she’s a really great woman.” Obviously, you do. You always think the best of everyone. You need to stop doing that. “I think I might even… ask her to go on a date.” Marcus is obviously nervous to confess this idea to the open air, and his brow wrinkles together rather awkwardly as he continues to look at you. “With me.”

You genuinely chuckle at that before taking a deep breath. “Wow. Marcus, that’s… would that be the first time since—?”

“Yeah, it would.” Marcus obviously doesn’t want you saying his ex-wife’s name. You don’t blame him for it. In fact, seeing the look in his eye when it even comes up makes you want to cut this shit and comfort him. “But, I don’t know, Sunny, I just… I got a good feeling about her.”

You want to frown, but you won’t. You can’t bring yourself to. Yeah, you wish Marcus was saying all this about you, that you make him feel safe enough to put his heart out there again, that you give him good feelings, but you still feel happy that he’s feeling good enough about something.

You’d been right there through what happened to him before, and it was terrible to watch him go through. You brought him a countless amount of meals because he wasn’t able to think of cooking for himself, and at work, you had to cover his ass quite a few times because he was much too distracted to be paying full attention all the time. Now, he’s finally on an upturn, giving love another chance—and even if it’s not with you, that makes you happy for him. No matter how much it hurts.

So, you shrug, giving Marcus a small smile as you do so. “I think you should do whatever you feel is best, Marcus,” you say honestly. “You know yourself well. If you really think she’ll be good for you, then go for it. What’s holding you back?”

Marcus shakes his head, pausing to thank the waitress as she brings over two plates and the stack of pancakes, setting them on the table in front of you before walking away. He speaks again as he lets you serve yourself and then does the same. “I don’t think anything’s really holding me back,” Marcus confesses. You swallow back the pain that statement brings you. “I just want to make sure I’m not being too—y’know, eager.”

You grimace a bit upon hearing that. You know that’s how Marcus’ ex-wife phrased things when she spoke about the divorce. It still angers you because you know you’d do anything to be on the receiving end of Marcus’ “eager” affections, to feel like you’re the center of his world, to make him feel the same—.

“Is it, Sunny?” Marcus presses, his dark eyes filling with concern. “Do I sound too eager?”

You chuckle at him and shake your head, also trying to clear your previous thoughts from it. “I don’t think there’s anything ‘too eager’ about asking someone on a date, Pike.” Marcus smiles himself at that. “If you really want to, and you think you’re ready for it, then do it.”

Marcus keeps smiling at you as you distract yourself by eating another chunk of pancakes, trying to ignore the way his expression sends an entire group of butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. “Thank you, Sunny. Really. I think I will.”

You smile back—this one not being as genuine as the others—and give him a reassuring nod. “You deserve it, Marcus.” He raises an eyebrow at you, wordlessly asking you to elaborate. You stumble a bit on your words. “To, uh, y’know, have someone again. Like that.”

Marcus nods in understanding, smiling yet again at you. “Well, thanks, partner. That means a lot.”

There’s still so much you want to say. You want to warn him—to tell him about Jane and the way he’d looked at them before and the rumors about him and Lisbon and the way that you feel about Marcus and how you’ve been here the whole damn time—but instead, you let it go. You let Marcus redirect the conversation and you even let yourself get lost inside of it with him, sharing many laughs as you finish off your midnight “snack” together. Of course, Marcus insists on paying, and before you know it you’re heading back out to your cars.

“Thanks again for joining me, Sunny,” Marcus says, his tone soft and genuine as he looks over at you. “And thanks for your advice. It means a lot.”

You smile at him, keeping it as genuine as you can in this moment. “Anytime, Pike. You know where to find me.”

Marcus nods, offering a little wave of his hand before he gets back inside his car. You do the same and release a heavy sigh, waiting for Marcus to pull away before you lean your head against the steering wheel for a moment. Everything’s just gone horribly wrong: this midnight breakfast of yours turned out to be an opportunity for you to first hand witness Marcus’ pining for Lisbon, while you had to sit there like an idiot pretending you don’t have feelings for him and encouraging him to do exactly what you don’t want him to.

“Isn’t that love?” Andy asks you later, when you’ve gotten back to your apartment, got into your pajamas, and practically cried out the entire story to her. “Letting him go?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking suck!” you wail, letting your face fall onto the pillow you’ve hugged onto your lap.

“I know, Miss Thing, I know,” Andy sighs. “God, I wish I could be there for you right now. But… who knows, maybe his feelings aren’t reciprocated.”

“Then he’ll be heartbroken,” you mutter, your voice muffled by the pillow, “again. I don’t want that for him.”

“I know you don’t. You big softie.” Andy takes another deep breath. “Listen, girl, I know this sucks. I know it hurts. But you’ve got to do what you can right now as his friend. Then, maybe later, the universe will reward you and finally get you to where you wanna be with him.”

You finally lift your head back up at that, rubbing your eyes with your hands to dry them as you nod at her. “I know.” You scoff. “That seems to be our phrase tonight, huh? So many things we know but I really don’t know what the hell’s gonna happen with those two.”

“Exactly. So, don’t worry about it for now. Who knows—it could be a little fling.”

You nod at her. “True, true. You’re right, Andy. How can you be so wise sometimes?” Andy laughs and shrugs at you while you stare at the clock, realizing it’s now past two in the morning and you’ve got to be back at the office pretty early. “Damn it. I gotta get to bed. Thank you for hearing me out, Andy.”

“Don’t even thank me, ma’am. That’s my job.” Andy gives you an encouraging smile before she bids you goodnight, and you hang up before resting your phone completely against your bedside table and reaching for the lamp there. You release a deep breath as you settle in your bed, staring at the dark ceiling and closing your eyes restlessly.

You hope that you’ll wake up and this’ll all be a bad dream—but part of you knows that you’re about to wake up to a true nightmare.

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ahem. pardon me for saying this. but enemies to lovers with adam. he hates you for reasons unknown - all you’ve ever been is sweet to him but his sour attitude always follows him wherever he goes when you’re around. little do you know it’s all a facade to keep you at arms length considering his desire for you is eating him alive. you are the most precious human but also so sexy. it drives him nuts so instead of giving in he pushes back. but that all ends one night and he lets himself want you 🤤

It  had been years of hatred, all for seemingly nothing, from Adam. No matter how hard he pushed back you were nothing but sweet to him, although his strange hatred for you made it difficult to be so sweet you decided to fight back with kindness. But it didn’t start off like this. It all started when you first came on to the  acting scene; you had been in smaller indie films and a few  advertisements of course but this had been your first big film and it  just so happened to be with the Adam Driver. You were a slight fan  before of course, seeing a few things he had been in, but getting to work in a movie with him was the opportunity of a lifetime. The two of you were together in the movie and therefore had multiple romantic scenes, even a small sex scene so getting close off camera was important to build the chemistry needed for the screen. The two of you would go get lunch together, go over the script some nights, and even have little sleepovers in his hotel room. Everything was normal, until it wasn’t.

After the filming for that movie was done, there was tons of press to be done for it since it was essentially your acting debut. You and Adam being the stars, did a lot of interviews together and went to many events together as well. As soon as the press tour began he was horribly rude to you. Ignoring you, brushing off anything you said with a few quick words, and even going as far as to insult you if you did anything he didn’t like. At first you thought he was just having a bad couple days so you brushed it off but you were now working on the sequel to the first movie and he was still the same. Everything that the two of you had worked hard to build up was gone. Instead of coffee dates it was a cold shoulder. And you had no idea why.

You decided to confront him about this, you had been filming for about a month and you were sick of being treated as if you were a piece of garbage stuck to his shoe. The only time he had been kind was when he was in scenes where he had to be, and you clinged to those rare moments. Heels clicking, you walked up to the door of his hotel room after the day wrapped up and knocked  quite loudly. You could hear his footsteps get closer to the door before he opened it, almost immediately being welcomed with a grimace.

“What do you want?” He asked, keeping his arm against the open door to prevent you from entering.

“We need to talk. Let me in.” You crossed your arms, looking directly into his eyes to show how serious you were.

“You can talk at the door, darling.” He took the word that his character used endearingly and twisted it to sound horrible, making you want to just slap him. But you stayed true to your positive nature and kept your arms crossed.

“Adam. Please.” You practically beg, just wanting to understand why he was so mean to you all of the sudden.

He rolled his eyes before walking back into the room, allowing you to follow. He just couldn’t resist the way you said his name in such a pleading tone.

You sat down on the couch that was in his room while he laid back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, massive chest heaving up and down with every breath from beneath his simple blue tee.

“I’m just here to ask one thing and I’ll just get the answer and leave, okay? I promise.” You state, not wanting to waste any more time. He simply nods in response, gaze flickering down your body past your button up shirt and down to your short black skirt before risinf again to look you straight in the eye.

“Why do you hate me? How come ever since the first press tour you’ve been nothing but rude to me even though I’m so kind to you? I don’t understand.” You hold back tears, wanting so bad to have the relationship back that you had in the beginning. Adam can see your eyes reddening with tears already and he looks away, not being able to stand seeing you look so hurt.

“I don’t hate you.” He simply states, sitting at the end of the bed to be closer to you.

You give him a look of confusion.

“What do you mean you don’t hate me? You constantly ignore me, berate me, and you’re just plain mean. So how do you not hate me?” You can’t stop the tears from coming now, streams of water pouring from your eyes as you look at him, just wanting an answer.

“Y/N please stop crying. I’m not worth your tears.” He feels his heart ache at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, so he stands up and pulls you up from the couch into a hug. Your tears leave marks on his shirt but he really couldn’t care less. You wrap your arms around him on instinct, wanting the feeling of him caring for you back rather than the cold man who had been around lately.

Your hands are gripping his shirt in the back, pulling him impossibly closer to you to feel his strong warmth against your body. He lowers his head to just leave a small kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the smell of your shampoo that he was tortured with every day on set.

“I don’t hate you, it’s quite the opposite actually.” At his words you pull away a bit and look up at him, a dumbfounded look upon your face. “Look, I’ve never had feelings for someone as much as I’ve had feelings for you, okay? I was terrified and I reacted in a horrible way to try to distance myself from you but it didn’t work. I hated being mean to you but I thought it was the only way I could stop the feelings. It didn’t even fucking work.” He sighed.

“A-adam. Why didn’t you just talk to me? Ever since this whole thing started I’ve liked you so much I hated to hear those words come from your mouth every day and I hated how you just turned away when I talked. The moments when we filmed and you had to pretend to love me was what kept me sane through all of this. Why would you think any different?” You questioned, still holding your hands against his chest to keep a grip on his strong body.

“Y/N I don’t fucking know. I was an idiot. I regret everything I did completely and if I could take it back I would. But I can’t.” He put a palm to your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch, blinking a little slower at the kind movement. “I’ve just always been the ugly guy, the guy with the big ears and weird nose I didn’t think anyone as beautiful as you would be attracted to me.” He confesses.

“What do you mean? You’re absolutely perfect you idiot. Of course I’d be attracted to you.” You laugh at the proposition that anyone could see him as ugly, let alone himself.

“It’s just always been like that but I’m sorry, okay? Let me make it up to you.” A small smile spreads across his face, showing his slightly crooked teeth.

“What do you mean?” You ask, lowering your hands to rest on his hips.

“This.” He cups your face with his large hands and pulls you into him, planting his soft lips right on to yours before deepening the kiss and letting his tongue explore your mouth curiously. Both of you had been dreaming of this but now that you were here, you were flustered. You backed up a bit, breaking the kiss and leaving a frown on his face.

“Sorry I just- I really really want this but like I haven’t done anything in so long and-”

“Shhh shh baby it’s okay. We can stop at any point if you want to of course and I’ll listen I promise.” He plays with the bottom of your shirt as he talks. You nod your head and smile at his kindness.

“Okay.” You pull him back into a kiss and move his hand away from you to unbutton your shirt on your own. You slip it off of to shoulders, revealing a simple pale pink bra with a small ribbon bow in the center. He pulls away, taking off his own shirt and admiring the view of you without one .

“Fuck you’re so beautiful. May I?” He plays with the straps of your bra and you smile, nodding your head to allow him to take the bra off. He takes down both straps and unclips the back, letting it fall to the ground. He lets out a groan as soon as your nipples are visible before bending and taking one into his mouth, playing with the other one with his fingertips. You let out a whimper as his tongue circles around your bud before switching to the other one. He stands straight back up after giving each equal attention and starts to undo his belt, letting it and his pants hit the floor before stepping out of them. He leads you to the bed, kissing you as you go.

You fall back on to the bed and sit up, playing with the waistband of his Calvin Kleins.

“Go ahead sweetheart, take my cock out.” He is as patient as he can be with you but the sight of you below him with your tits out is driving him crazy. You obey, taking his boxers down and letting his cock bounce up and hit his stomach before wrapping your hands around it.

“So big.” You’re almost memorized by the sheer length of it, wondering how it will all fit in your mouth especially with how girthy he is as well.

“C'mon princess I know you can fit it. How am I gonna fit it in that tight pussy if you can’t even fit it in your mouth.” He smirks, ego growing as you practically drool over him. You wrap your lips around the tip before taking him deep, bobbing your head and taking him deeper each time as he groans. You keep going until eventually all of him is down your throat, his hand wrapped in your hair to keep you there for a bit. His unoccupied hand moves to your throat to feel how much it bulges with him in there. Your eyes are glossy with tears from how deep he is as you look up at him, eyelashes batting in an almost angelic way.

“Look how innocent you look angel, even with my cock all the way down your throat you still look so pure.” He tightens his grip on your hair to pull you off of him before he cums. He guides you to lay back on the bed by placing a hand on your chest and you go down easily.

“Your turn baby.” He smirks. He lifts your skirt away from you and pulls down your underwear that matched perfectly with your bra down, tossing them behind him to take later.

He takes his time kissing up your thighs, fingers getting close to your arousal but still somehow too far.

“Adam please. Please touch me sir.” You please, eyes almost tearing up at how ready you were for him.

“Hmmm kitten since you’re so sweet I’ll touch your pretty little pussy. Look at you all spread out for me.” He hums before plunging two fingers straight into you, your wetness acting as a lubricant. You almost shout at the insurmountable pleasure his thick fingers give you, plunging deep enough to touch your g spot and having you ready to cum in a minute.

“D-daddy” You let the name slip from your mouth accidentally, a blush filling your face and eyes going wide once you realize what you said.

“Oh fuck babygirl cum for me, fuckin cum.” He demands, the name traveling straight to his cock as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm. You cum with a shout of his name as he keeps your legs from closing. After taking his hand away, he automatically lines himself up with your entrance. He lets just the tip enter you before plunging his entire length in.

“Daddy please, please please please” Your mind is going crazy at how good he feels and how deep you can feel him inside of you.

He pushes your legs up so that your ankles are now resting on his shoulders to get in deeper, placing his hand on your stomach.

“Huh princess? Feel me in your tummy? Feel me deep into your tight. Little. Pussy.” With every last word he fucks into you harder, grazing your cervix just enough to give you a mix of pain and pleasure. He’s moaning as you grip around him, ready to cum again.

“Adam-” you whine, extremely close to your second orgasm of the night.

“I know baby, I know, cum for me, I’ll cum with you darling.” Hearing the name he used so negatively earlier set you off, gripping his cock like a vice as he came at the same time, absolutely filling you with cum. He pulled out shortly after, taking some of his cum with his finger and pressing it into your mouth to let you have a taste. You moan softly around his finger, a blush on your face as you realize what you just did. You sit up and slightly cover yourself from his eyes before looking up at him sweetly and smiling a goofy, fucked out smile.

He looks down at you, smiling.

“Still so fucking precious.”

#adam driver #adam driver smut #adam driver fanfic #adam driver imagine #my writing #masterlist

[yusuke-of-valla]

like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 4

Whumptober Alt. 10

Prompt: Nightmares

TW: Mentions of bruises, the interrogation scene, and Shiho’s suicide attempt though the latter two are only mentioned briefly

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AO3

Ann pulls herself up into a large tree in Shiho’s backyard, and knocks on Shiho’s window.

She’s done this thousands of times before, but this time she’s shaking as Shiho opens the latch and Ann spills into her room.

“Shiho, I-” Ann starts, but she can’t make out the words.

“Ann? Ann what’s wrong, do you need help?” Shiho asks.

Ann stares at her for a second, a thousand thoughts flying through her mind, before settling on “...you don’t know?”

“Shiho? Is something wrong?” Shiho’s mother calls from downstairs.

“D-don’t let them know I’m here!” Ann whispers quickly.

“Just knocked over some books mom, it’s fine!” Shiho responds.

“Alright, just be careful!”

“I will!”

Ann relaxes a bit, slumping against Shiho’s side.

“I’m sorry, I’m-”

“Ann, take a deep breath for me, alright?” Shiho says, guiding Ann to her bed.

Ann sinks into the bed, and tries to organize her thoughts. The truth is, it all doesn’t even feel real yet. They’re wanted criminals. Not the Phantom Thieves, but them themselves. Ann Takamkai, Ryuji Sakamoto… all of them had their names and faces plastered everywhere.

Ann swallows. “Shiho, do you know about the Phantom Thieves?”

Shiho blinks. “Uh, yeah, of course.”

“I’m one of them. And now the police are after us.”

Shiho stares at Ann. “Oh.” Ann tenses up again, and Shiho quickly turns to her. “Sorry, I’m just surprised— or maybe I’m not. You being a Phantom Thief actually makes a lot of sense, but you can stay here, obviously.”

“Really?”

“Of course! I’m not leaving you to get caught by the police!” Shiho says. “My parents don’t barge into my room or anything, and I’m still being homeschooled while I recover so it’s not like I’ll be leaving you home in the house or anything.”

“Shiho…” Ann wraps her arms around her best friend. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem.”

Shiho grabs an old sleeping bag, a relic that’s survived many of their past sleepovers, and rolls it out for Ann while Ann borrows some of Shiho’s pajamas.

“As long as you’re here, wanna help me with my English homework?” Shiho asks.

“Yeah, sure.”

They go over the homework until Shiho insists Ann go to sleep, so Ann steals a pillow off of Shiho’s bed and curls up in the sleeping bag.

Ann closes her eyes and tries to sleep, but can’t stop thinking about, well, everything.

Makoto had said to avoid using phones before cutting off, so Ann doesn’t know what anyone is doing. None of them were prepared for this, none of them had even considered it an option.

Maybe that was on them though, maybe they should’ve thought about the possibility, but who could blame them? They had just gotten the upper hand after being manipulated for months by Shido and his stupid conspiracy. Now it turns out he had a trump card none of them suspected.

Ann’s thoughts run around for what feels like hours, until even with her eyes closed Ann can tell that Shiho turns off the lights and climbs into the bed.

“Hey, Ann. Trouble sleeping?”

Ann opens her eyes and stares at the dark outline of Shiho. “Yeah, sorry was I bothering you?”

“No. Not at all. Wanna talk about something?”

“...sure. I could use a distraction, honestly.”

Shiho sits up and looks down at Ann. “So… did the Phantom Thieves really kill Okumura?”

“No!” Ann says, sitting up as well. “We didn’t! We were just trying to help and we got framed by Shido.”

Shiho places a hand on her shoulder. “I figured it was something like that. I wasn’t accusing you, I just wanted to know what happened. And I want you to know that even if you had killed him, I’d still help you.”

“Thanks.”

Ann can just barely make out Shiho’s smile in the moonlight. “‘Course. You’d do the same for me.”

“Yeah,” Ann says, laughing a little for the first time all day. “Heck, I’d help you hide the body.”

“Honestly, you’d probably help me commit the crime.

“Totally.”

They settle into silence again, and Ann leans back down on the floor. “What do you think my parents think,” she asks, suddenly.

“Would the news have even reached them?”

“I’m not sure. The rest of the world started to pay attention to the Phantom Thieves after Medjed, but I don’t know how they reacted to the news about Okumura. Wonder if they’re also calling for our heads.”

“Even if they are, I think your parents would help you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re their daughter.”

Shiho says it so confidently, Ann can almost believe it. “It’s a nice thought, I guess.”

“Ann, you’re going to be okay. I promise.”

Ann turns over and tries to close her eyes again. “Good night, Shiho.”

Ann is running through Sae’s palace, trying to avoid the shadows at Oracle’s instructions. She slips out one of the back windows. From her perch she can see a bunch of police going after Joker.

She should try to regroup with the others, but can’t help but watch. She winces in sympathy as one of the officers kicks Joker and causes him to fall off the ladder he was climbing.

Except when Joker falls, his mask falls off too, and it isn’t Akira.

It’s Shiho.

Shiho who’s grabbed by the police and dragged away kicking and screaming, and covered with bruises, just like Akira after the interrogation just like Shiho after she jumped…

Ann jolts out of bed. She gets up clumsily and rushes to the bathroom, trying not to throw up. It was a nightmare.  Just a nightmare, but…

It could still happen. The police could find out where Ann is and storm the house and arrest her and Shiho and Shiho’s parents. She’s putting Shiho in danger by being here. This was a stupid move.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door. “Shiho, is something wrong?” Mr. Suzui asks.

Ann tenses up. “Yeah, I’m fine dad,” Ann whispers, hoping he won’t realize the difference. “Just some trouble sleeping."

“Alright. If something’s wrong, just let your mother or I know.”

“I will, dad.”

Ann hears footsteps moving away from the door and relaxes. Then she meets her own gaze in the mirror.

No.

She can’t put Shiho in danger.

~

When Shiho wakes up, she immediately looks over to check on Ann. Her heart drops into her stomach to see her gone.

Shiho scrambles out of bed, taking in the fact that Ann’s clothes are gone, and there’s a note on the desk.

Shiho-

Sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, but I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. You’re my best friend in the whole world and I can’t risk you getting in trouble because of me.

I hope you’re not too mad. I wish things could be different. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.

Until then

-Ann

Oh no. Oh no, no no no!

Shiho throws a coat and some shoes on over her pajamas and rushes out the front door, past her parents who are trying to stop her.

She can make out Ann’s footprints against the morning December frost, and they’re heading towards the park, so that’s where Shiho goes too.

She doesn’t want to risk calling out Ann’s name in case all the noise so early alerts the neighbors, but her heart is pounding in her chest.

Finally, Shiho finds Ann on the other side of the park, sitting on a swing with her hoodie pulled low over her head so she doesn’t stick out.

“You’re so stupid.” Shiho says, sitting on the swing next to her.

“Shiho? What are you-”

“You think you can just leave me like that?” Shiho asks. She’s angrier than she wants to be, and she can’t help the tears that roll down her cheeks. “What if something happened to you because you decided to run off in the middle of the night?”

“What if you get arrested? What if cops come to your house? You didn’t see the things they did to Akira, I can’t let that happen to you!”

“So I should be ok if something bad happens to you,” Shiho shoots back. “Ann, you’re my best friend. I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you, especially not after knowing you’re a Phantom Thief. You made Kamoshida confess to everything, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you stopped him from killing himself so he can rot in prison like he deserves. You’ve done so much for me, more than you can even imagine, and then you kept doing it! You kept helping people, people you didn’t even know! You’re the nicest person I know, Ann you’ve got a big heart and you don’t deserve anything that’s happening to you right now. So for once, just this once, will you please let me, help you.” The words spill out and Shiho’s face is flushed as she grips the cold metal of the swings.

“I know the risks of helping you and I want to do it, because you’ve done so much more for me.”

“Shiho…” Ann reaches out and places a hand on Shiho’s shoulder. “You’ve done more for me than you could possibly know. The reason I stood up to Kamoshida, the reason I kept changing hearts afterwards, it’s because of you. You inspired me. If anything, I owe you.”

“Thanks Ann,” Shiho smiles. “Even now you’re the one cheering me up.”

“We’re cheering each other up.”

“Yeah. So c’mon. Let’s head back to the house. It’s kinda cold.”

Ann pulls back at that, and bites her lip.

“I know the risks. Let me handle it.”

“Fine. Yes, let’s go back.”

Shiho takes Ann’s hand, and they walk back to the house. On the way they, run into Shiho’s mother.

“Shiho! Why did you run out like that? And Ann-” Mrs. Suzui’s eyes narrow. “What’s going on.”

“Mom, Ann’s in trouble and she needs our help.”

“She’s a wanted criminal.”

“Mom, you know Ann! You’ve known her for years, you think she’d actually do anything she was accused of?”

Mrs. Suzui looks between the two girls for a minute before sighing. “Fine. Fine, we’ll set something up. I can talk to your father.”

“Thanks mom.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Suzui.”

“Let’s go inside, you girls must be freezing.”

~_~_~

Mr. Suzui brings tea down for everyone as soon as Ann and Shiho finish telling Haru and Morgana their story.

“So now what do we do?” Suzui asks.

“Well, the current plan is to meet at Shido’s Palace a week from today,” Haru says.

“With Ann, that means we have five people,” Morgana points out, “that’s not bad.”

“I’d feel better if we had everyone, though,” Ann says. “No word from the others?”

“We were hoping you’d know where to start with Ryuji. Does he have any family in the city or other friends?” Haru asks.

“I’m not sure who he’d turn to,” Ann says.

“I can go talk to his mom.” Suzui offers. “Or at least check out his apartment.”

“Suzui, we can’t-”

“Call me Shiho, and like I told Ann, I want to help. Ryuji’s a friend of mine too, and out of everyone here, I’m the only one who isn’t a wanted criminal.”

“Hey, what about me?” Morgana asks.

Shiho looks at him. “Well, I’m the only one who isn’t a wanted criminal, and who Ryuji’s mom can understand.”

Ann nods. “If you’re sure about this, Shiho, then yeah. You should do it. If you find him or a clue, you can meet up with Akira and move on from there.”

“It’ll be difficult staying in touch without a phone, but can we agree to meet up at Takemi’s clinic in Yogen-Jaya tomorrow evening? That way we can coordinate everything,” Haru says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Shiho says. “You can count on me, guys. Don’t worry.”

Ann smiles and grabs her hand. “I know we can.”

#alto writes #whumptober2020 #alt.10 #on the run au #ann takamaki #shiho suzui #haru okumura #morgana #wordcount: 1500-2000 #shihoann

[livelongdolan]

ahem. pardon me for saying this. but enemies to lovers with adam. he hates you for reasons unknown - all you’ve ever been is sweet to him but his sour attitude always follows him wherever he goes when you’re around. little do you know it’s all a facade to keep you at arms length considering his desire for you is eating him alive. you are the most precious human but also so sexy. it drives him nuts so instead of giving in he pushes back. but that all ends one night and he lets himself want you 🤤

It had been years of hatred, all for seemingly nothing, from Adam. No matter how hard he pushed back you were nothing but sweet to him, although his strange hatred for you made it difficult to be so sweet you decided to fight back with kindness. But it didn't start off like this. It all started when you first came on to the acting scene; you had been in smaller indie films and a few advertisements of course but this had been your first big film and it just so happened to be with the Adam Driver. You were a slight fan before of course, seeing a few things he had been in, but getting to work in a movie with him was the opportunity of a lifetime. The two of you were together in the movie and therefore had multiple romantic scenes, even a small sex scene so getting close off camera was important to build the chemistry needed for the screen. The two of you would go get lunch together, go over the script some nights, and even have little sleepovers in his hotel room. Everything was normal, until it wasn't.

After the filming for that movie was done, there was tons of press to be done for it since it was essentially your acting debut. You and Adam being the stars, did a lot of interviews together and went to many events together as well. As soon as the press tour began he was horribly rude to you. Ignoring you, brushing off anything you said with a few quick words, and even going as far as to insult you if you did anything he didn't like. At first you thought he was just having a bad couple days so you brushed it off but you were now working on the sequel to the first movie and he was still the same. Everything that the two of you had worked hard to build up was gone. Instead of coffee dates it was a cold shoulder. And you had no idea why.

You decided to confront him about this, you had been filming for about a month and you were sick of being treated as if you were a piece of garbage stuck to his shoe. The only time he had been kind was when he was in scenes where he had to be, and you clinged to those rare moments. Heels clicking, you walked up to the door of his hotel room after the day wrapped up and knocked quite loudly. You could hear his footsteps get closer to the door before he opened it, almost immediately being welcomed with a grimace.

"What do you want?" He asked, keeping his arm against the open door to prevent you from entering.

"We need to talk. Let me in." You crossed your arms, looking directly into his eyes to show how serious you were.

"You can talk at the door, darling." He took the word that his character used endearingly and twisted it to sound horrible, making you want to just slap him. But you stayed true to your positive nature and kept your arms crossed.

"Adam. Please." You practically beg, just wanting to understand why he was so mean to you all of the sudden.

He rolled his eyes before walking back into the room, allowing you to follow. He just couldn't resist the way you said his name in such a pleading tone.

You sat down on the couch that was in his room while he laid back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, massive chest heaving up and down with every breath from beneath his simple blue tee.

"I'm just here to ask one thing and I'll just get the answer and leave, okay? I promise." You state, not wanting to waste any more time. He simply nods in response, gaze flickering down your body past your button up shirt and down to your short black skirt before risinf again to look you straight in the eye.

"Why do you hate me? How come ever since the first press tour you've been nothing but rude to me even though I'm so kind to you? I don't understand." You hold back tears, wanting so bad to have the relationship back that you had in the beginning. Adam can see your eyes reddening with tears already and he looks away, not being able to stand seeing you look so hurt.

"I don't hate you." He simply states, sitting at the end of the bed to be closer to you.

You give him a look of confusion.

"What do you mean you don't hate me? You constantly ignore me, berate me, and you're just plain mean. So how do you not hate me?" You can't stop the tears from coming now, streams of water pouring from your eyes as you look at him, just wanting an answer.

"Y/N please stop crying. I'm not worth your tears." He feels his heart ache at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, so he stands up and pulls you up from the couch into a hug. Your tears leave marks on his shirt but he really couldn't care less. You wrap your arms around him on instinct, wanting the feeling of him caring for you back rather than the cold man who had been around lately.

Your hands are gripping his shirt in the back, pulling him impossibly closer to you to feel his strong warmth against your body. He lowers his head to just leave a small kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the smell of your shampoo that he was tortured with every day on set.

"I don't hate you, it's quite the opposite actually." At his words you pull away a bit and look up at him, a dumbfounded look upon your face. "Look, I've never had feelings for someone as much as I've had feelings for you, okay? I was terrified and I reacted in a horrible way to try to distance myself from you but it didn't work. I hated being mean to you but I thought it was the only way I could stop the feelings. It didn't even fucking work." He sighed.

"A-adam. Why didn't you just talk to me? Ever since this whole thing started I've liked you so much I hated to hear those words come from your mouth every day and I hated how you just turned away when I talked. The moments when we filmed and you had to pretend to love me was what kept me sane through all of this. Why would you think any different?" You questioned, still holding your hands against his chest to keep a grip on his strong body.

"Y/N I don't fucking know. I was an idiot. I regret everything I did completely and if I could take it back I would. But I can't." He put a palm to your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch, blinking a little slower at the kind movement. "I've just always been the ugly guy, the guy with the big ears and weird nose I didn't think anyone as beautiful as you would be attracted to me." He confesses.

"What do you mean? You're absolutely perfect you idiot. Of course I'd be attracted to you." You laugh at the proposition that anyone could see him as ugly, let alone himself.

"It's just always been like that but I'm sorry, okay? Let me make it up to you." A small smile spreads across his face, showing his slightly crooked teeth.

"What do you mean?" You ask, lowering your hands to rest on his hips.

"This." He cups your face with his large hands and pulls you into him, planting his soft lips right on to yours before deepening the kiss and letting his tongue explore your mouth curiously. Both of you had been dreaming of this but now that you were here, you were flustered. You backed up a bit, breaking the kiss and leaving a frown on his face.

"Sorry I just- I really really want this but like I haven't done anything in so long and-"

"Shhh shh baby it's okay. We can stop at any point if you want to of course and I'll listen I promise." He plays with the bottom of your shirt as he talks. You nod your head and smile at his kindness.

"Okay." You pull him back into a kiss and move his hand away from you to unbutton your shirt on your own. You slip it off of to shoulders, revealing a simple pale pink bra with a small ribbon bow in the center. He pulls away, taking off his own shirt and admiring the view of you without one .

"Fuck you're so beautiful. May I?" He plays with the straps of your bra and you smile, nodding your head to allow him to take the bra off. He takes down both straps and unclips the back, letting it fall to the ground. He lets out a groan as soon as your nipples are visible before bending and taking one into his mouth, playing with the other one with his fingertips. You let out a whimper as his tongue circles around your bud before switching to the other one. He stands straight back up after giving each equal attention and starts to undo his belt, letting it and his pants hit the floor before stepping out of them. He leads you to the bed, kissing you as you go.

You fall back on to the bed and sit up, playing with the waistband of his Calvin Kleins.

"Go ahead sweetheart, take my cock out." He is as patient as he can be with you but the sight of you below him with your tits out is driving him crazy. You obey, taking his boxers down and letting his cock bounce up and hit his stomach before wrapping your hands around it.

"So big." You're almost memorized by the sheer length of it, wondering how it will all fit in your mouth especially with how girthy he is as well.

"C'mon princess I know you can fit it. How am I gonna fit it in that tight pussy if you can't even fit it in your mouth." He smirks, ego growing as you practically drool over him. You wrap your lips around the tip before taking him deep, bobbing your head and taking him deeper each time as he groans. You keep going until eventually all of him is down your throat, his hand wrapped in your hair to keep you there for a bit. His unoccupied hand moves to your throat to feel how much it bulges with him in there. Your eyes are glossy with tears from how deep he is as you look up at him, eyelashes batting in an almost angelic way.

"Look how innocent you look angel, even with my cock all the way down your throat you still look so pure." He tightens his grip on your hair to pull you off of him before he cums. He guides you to lay back on the bed by placing a hand on your chest and you go down easily.

"Your turn baby." He smirks. He lifts your skirt away from you and pulls down your underwear that matched perfectly with your bra down, tossing them behind him to take later.

He takes his time kissing up your thighs, fingers getting close to your arousal but still somehow too far.

"Adam please. Please touch me sir." You please, eyes almost tearing up at how ready you were for him.

"Hmmm kitten since you're so sweet I'll touch your pretty little pussy. Look at you all spread out for me." He hums before plunging two fingers straight into you, your wetness acting as a lubricant. You almost shout at the insurmountable pleasure his thick fingers give you, plunging deep enough to touch your g spot and having you ready to cum in a minute.

"D-daddy" You let the name slip from your mouth accidentally, a blush filling your face and eyes going wide once you realize what you said.

"Oh fuck babygirl cum for me, fuckin cum." He demands, the name traveling straight to his cock as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm. You cum with a shout of his name as he keeps your legs from closing. After taking his hand away, he automatically lines himself up with your entrance. He lets just the tip enter you before plunging his entire length in.

"Daddy please, please please please" Your mind is going crazy at how good he feels and how deep you can feel him inside of you.

He pushes your legs up so that your ankles are now resting on his shoulders to get in deeper, placing his hand on your stomach.

"Huh princess? Feel me in your tummy? Feel me deep into your tight. Little. Pussy." With every last word he fucks into you harder, grazing your cervix just enough to give you a mix of pain and pleasure. He's moaning as you grip around him, ready to cum again.

"Adam-" you whine, extremely close to your second orgasm of the night.

"I know baby, I know, cum for me, I'll cum with you darling." Hearing the name he used so negatively earlier set you off, gripping his cock like a vice as he came at the same time, absolutely filling you with cum. He pulled out shortly after, taking some of his cum with his finger and pressing it into your mouth to let you have a taste. You moan softly around his finger, a blush on your face as you realize what you just did. You sit up and slightly cover yourself from his eyes before looking up at him sweetly and smiling a goofy, fucked out smile.

He looks down at you, smiling.

"Still so fucking precious."

#ask #my writing #adam driver smut #adam driver fanfiction #sorry for any typos i didn't proofread oop

[inknose]

mdzs read diary part IV, the end

It’s inspiring how much self care wwx is gonna finally get now that his husband will go along with whatever he does, so he’s gotta look out for lwj’s well being if not his own. that is emphatically the STUFF

dragging my hands down I face as I read this, after all these chapters of getting up close and personal with ghouls bleeding from every orifice, slaying ancient beasts, rebelling against the entire cultivation world, the two of them are absolutely paralyzed by middle school crush sleepover math

chicken

he actually drew kissy doodles .... he....

IDK I THINK I JUST DOCUMENTED THIS PART CUZ I WAS STILL SCREAMING you cant expect me to have very useful things to say at this point

this is torture you are both so mushy you are so GONE

This part really stood out to me, it’s an attitude I feel like wwx implies with his inner narration a few times but most clearly says here: he’s not one for allowing himself to exaggerate how bad his circumstances are/could be even a little bit - he’s already lived through some extreme low points and found a way to keep going, so he never makes sweeping statements about what he couldn’t live without (Inner JingYi: you’re supposed to say you’d be lost without him here!!!) Instead he seems to accept as a given that being alive doesn’t guarantee him any pleasantness or joy at all, and as a result his feelings toward being in TRUE LOVE are surprisingly pragmatic, but also colored with such gratitude. There are a lot of things in the novel that struck me, like this, as being just a little to the left of familiar tropes/sentiments, and were more touching for it. Whether it be the influence of culture difference as opposed to what I’m used to reading in most western romance stories, or MXTX’s unique outlook, or a combination of both, it was really refreshing and made me pause over it. Not “I can’t imagine living without you” but “I could be living without you, but instead I get to be with you and I think that’s the best thing that could happen.”

ADJFDKFJ THE UST BEING SO STRONG THAT EVEN THE VILLAIN COMMENTS ON IT IN THE MIDDLE OF EXECUTING HIS EVIL PLANS IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT WILL NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME LAUGH MY ASS OFF. hes like god damn! here I thought I had problems

it was at this moment that I realized we were doing this Now... I’m still recovering. What a scene. I am so glad I saw the most incredible fanart soon afterwards, bc the fact that someone has already drawn a perfect comic of this part means I don’t have to

I love you so much, you are so annoying, you are perfect... I like how he’s been experiencing openly requited love for all of ten minutes but he’s already figured out how to weaponize it to piss people off

doing!!! his!!! job!!!!!

ahh... it’s a really good story. JGY is a great character. One of the most interesting differences for me between drama watching vs. novel reading experience is that without an actor to bat his vulnerable doe eyes at you and smile faintly with his cute dimples, the book does not go much out of its way to try to lull the reader into a false sense of security around him or *endear* him to you the way the show does. But just by seeing events through wei wuxian’s POV, its still enough to evoke pity or understanding towards him. The overall impression is a bit more detached though, there’s less emphasis on the spectacle of how he could manipulate everyone closest to him and more of a general feeling of resigned tragedy that everyones the worst on this bitch of an earth.

I CANNOT DEAL WITH YOU FOR EVEN ONE MORE SECOND!!!!

I clearly paused to take note of less and less parts at the end & the extras due to: a) too excited to reach the end b) too spicy to photograph and c) too sleepy cuz I kept reading in the middle of the night. but I absolutely took the time for Bro We Are Teens appreciation corner:

I’d absolutely read 40 more extra chapters of their monster-of-the-week field trip antics.

god... poor Jin Ling now basically has to deal with divorced parents that talk shit about each other to him whenever he is saying with one of them. except they are both his uncles. just a disasterhood of all uncles from start to finish. AUUUGH wei wuxian and jiang cheng have fucked me up completely, I dream of them reconciling but I also REFUSE to believe it would ever be easy. let me know if theres a fanfic that absolutely tortures you for decades before they hug

HAHAHA oh no this man ain’t making it to immortality thats for damn sure. HE’S JUST GONNA TRY AS HARD AS HE CAN HIS WHOLE LIFE NOT TO LOOK AT HIM BUT THEYRE *MARRIED* SDLKFJSF ohhhh it’s too funny, like... the mundane domestic family drama IN the fantastical swords and sorcery setting is what really ratchets up these things from amusing to fucking hilarious I think

aaaa the end... final random thoughts? No not final, I would like to please keep discussing at length and exhaustively, all the time please - CQL has gotta be one of the best TV adaptations I’ve seen. ANY adaptation of anything would be lucky to be so good!! reading the novel has just made me appreciate it even more.

- I don’t think I can do justice to what I find most fascinating about comparing the two versions briefly, to do that I need to get drunk and ramble at my friends for hours but... the condensed version is something like this. Really all the significant differences between the two versions (besides the ones which can be attributed to censorship and therefore aren’t worth discussing) are a side effect of the structure of how the story is told - there’s barely anything changed arbitrarily. Aside from having a cold opening, the drama sticks to a very linear version of the story, and I think for a TV show or film, that’s probably the best way to do it. We see everything, we get shocked and tricked and betrayed and surprised along with the characters, we feel the biggest impact at the climactic scenes having experienced all the build-up. The novel on the other hand is not only much more non-linear in WHEN we learn bits and pieces of information, but that information is also obfuscated under wei wuxian’s multiple layers of Unreliable Narratoritis, which are as follows: 1) difficulty remembering things because of personality/avoiding painful memories/actual memory loss, 2) No Homo Goggles still on, and 3) a wry sense of humor that makes the reader unsure of how much they can trust his attitude toward things, especially near the beginning. The experience of reading is a puzzle the reader has to mentally piece together through all of the above listed camouflage, and the puzzle itself is a three-sided mystery: One - How Bad of a guy was Wei WuXian really, and how exactly did all the bad stuff in his life go down; Two - wangxian epic pride & prejudice gambits; Three - political murder mystery. (I love stories like this btw... though I fully admit I’m glad I watched first this time bc it might have taken me a long time to tackle otherwise.) Because of this, where the drama wants to pull you in and submerge you in all the most potent emotional parts, the novel in direct contrast deliberately side-steps around these things and asks that you hurt yourself by filling in the blanks. In fact the more intense emotions and painful memories involved, whether it be his relationship with jiang yanli, his DEATH, the darkest days of war times etc, the more the novel evasively withholds details. I actually really like both styles of storytelling but each one is obviously way better suited to its medium. ANYWAY.... THATS BASICALLY WHERE MY BRAINS AT WHILE IM READING GAY SWORD WIZARD BOOKS

- The extras are so saturated with domestic married bliss that it’s a good thing I stopped taking pictures because I’d just take a picture of every page. this is too much for me to take... I did jump the gun a few times and read a few fanfics while I was still mid-read of the book (I tried to hold out but alas I am mortal) and at one point after finishing I was like “wow what fic was it in where lwj says something cute and wwx kisses him in public but they’re in the corner of the restaurant so no one really sees... OH NO WAIT that was actually in there.” and ... and that’s the LEAST OF IT... *stares into the distance* theyre married wow

- I ofc couldn’t help but see a few vague blogs beforehand so honestly I was braced for something like, wildly ooc for the sake of porn to happen in the extras... I definitely appreciate how the incense burner porn interludes could be uhhh a lot for many people and not my personal cup of tea in terms of smut however [here follows the words of a poisonous frog who has dwelt her whole life in the rainforests of BL] the concept is also surprisingly SWEET SDFLKJF like wwx sees lan wangji’s darkest mixed-up violent teenage fantasies and he’s just like aww babe you had a crush on me!! just... good for them

- I swear I’m not gonna rehash every cute married thing they do but wei wuxian grading papers in the tub........................rEALLY GOT ME

- I want to Draw - ok thats enough if I keep going I’ll just write “wei wuxian grading papers in the tub” seven more times probably

#mdzs readthru #this obviously has many spoilers

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Amphibia Reviews: The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers/A Day at the Aquarium

Last full episode before hiatus! The Kids have a sleepover in the castle that starts like the Princess Diaries 2 and ends in unspeakable horror, while the Plantars try to spend one final day together without getting sad. Sort of like everyone these days without the final part. One last ride under the cut. 

Whelp it’s the end for this batch of episodes which is sad, and i’ll genuinely miss covering these every week. Yeah I have other coverage incoming with Ducktales coming back, eeeee, and current Loud House coverage.. but it was still nice to have something to cover this summer and something to watch every week during this blighted year, as i’ve mentioned before there weren’t any BAD episodes just hard to cover ones and I think by the end I figured out how to do that.. mostly by stopping straight up recaps for more condensed ones. Point is I had fun, grew as a reviewer, and it was a good way to kill a few saturdays, sundays and one or two mondays, and that ain’t bad at all. So before we come back for halloween, let’s send off weekly amphibia coverage in style for now, unless it comes back in November and I look stupid, with this week. Let’s go. 

The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers

Well this one took a turn. It was also an excellent one as we got more insight into Marcy and Anne’s friendship with Sasha, and some truly excellent horror. Yes, horror.  The Plantar kids head to the castle for the evening for a Sleepover. Turns out the king finally did find something, as did Marcy who’s playing coy about what they found in the hidden library I forgot to mention last time because I was covering 4 episodes at once. Anyway King Keith David has a meeting with them tommorow. So the kids are staying with Marcie to have a fun night together while Hop Pop has a night without the kids to get something head to toe.. it’s better not to ask. They also annoy Olivia who goes off to drink.. juice. Yes the hard juice that comes with a lemon wedge and speedoed servant newt. 

It’s also our ambigously gay duo’s first sleepover without Sasha, but their confident they can do this themselves while Sprig is hoping i’tll be good as his first sleepover (And has a creepy closeup about formative memories) Cue a fun montage of everryone annoying olivia and getting into hyjinks round the castle from sillys tring, which is shot from critters, to painting moustaches. It’s fun stuff.  Then we go from fun stuff to...

As , in order to stay awake, as being the bastion of pleasantness she is Sasha refused to let them sleep till sunrise, Marcy and Anne initate a SCARE DARE! A SCARE DARE! is a scary dare where the person who dosen’t complete it goes in the book of losers. Which of course was Sasha’s idea, both in general concept and the dares done. What a well adjusted young lady!  So naturally our heroes go into the basment they were told to stay out of. They get pass Lady Olvia because she’s passed out drunk on hard lemonade, living the dream as it were. ,Anyway they.  find a bunch of tombstones, and then Marcy and Anne taking a selfie (Say desecration) wakes the dead... all because they were both playing chicken. One has to imagine how the kids talking with hop pop would go

So yeah the ghostly horror terrors chase the kids, who somehow end up in Marcy’s room. So she just has a passage from a floating graveyard contaning horrifying eldtirch ghosts to her room.. a room the king put in for her. Someone protect this child. 

So our heroes soon have to deal with the ghosts but luckily sprig’s mirror catching it reveals the mirrors, which were foreshadowed earlier by a hall of mirrors leading into the corpse room, making the ghosts solid and allowing our heroes to fight htem back. Our heroes are exausted, Marcy and Anne reveal that they also chickend out on the scare dare so it’s okay, and Oliva arrives. It’s go time.  Final Thoughts: A fun episode that quickly pivots into a great and nightmare inducing one perfect for spooky season coming up soon. I do generally wonder just WHAT those things are, and it’s great setup for whatever’s abotu to come. And while I didn’t mention it in the recap we also get sprig finding some sort of painting and it being of the king, a toad and a frog.. we don’t get to see it clearly so it could be someone else.. but.. it’s clear the king likely has ties to what happened before. But what DID happen before? what are those ghost things? what’s the king’s angle? 

Yeah I have no answers for now on what the king’s plan is, or how inocent he is or if that’s his dad, just that something’s clearly wrong. And the omonious chess metaphor told us that.. yeah I do think that bit was kind of a mistake as otherwise while we’d probably still question the king, we would be more conflicted as evidence piled up versus “yeah something’s clearly wrong. “ Then again we genuiely don’t know what his motives or plan is or how well intentioned he is or anything other than he SEEMS nice, and that said game could be a necessary evil for all we know. We just don’t have enough information, even with the ominus bits, to truly know what’s going on and what kind of villian the king is. If he is one at all the show could pull a massive swerve on us.. I mean I doubt it he probably is evil, but I wouldn’t put it past the show. For now let’s move on so I can do more wheel spinning and what not...

Day at the Aquarium

So it’s time for another audience with the king. Turns out he and Mar-mar found out a LOT. Or Marcy did at least, as the above makes clear the king may of known ALL OF THIS already, and just needed Marcy and Anne to think he didn’t long enough for his evil plans. But we do learn a LOT about the gems, the box, and what it does as well as how to fix it... 

So let’s not waste time since some of you probably don’t have episode acess this early and want to know: Turns out the calamity box is an interdimensional travel device, and, as far as the king tells us anyway, the king’s ancestors went around from world to world as explorers, possibly the group seen in the picture and just as likely the king himself hiding his role in things. Now how much of the explorer part is TRUE remains up in the air, especially since history also painted Columbus an explorer, including when I was in school, and not you know.. an idiot and a colonizing bastard. History is written by the winners after all so it’s hard to know what’s true, only that the book is likely real: While the king COULD’VE planted it to lead marcy, or had one made up, a fake would’ve been spotted immeditly as we’ve established Marcy is a master detective with batman level deductive skills. Or Elongated Man but I wanted most of you to get the refrence and his adaptation versoins so far haven’t been the kindest to ralph. Anyways, point is that con wouldn’t work on her so the book IS real, as is it’s info on the box.. i’ts just hard to tell what was left out or if this was written before utter diastaer and apocalypse insued. After all Gravity Falls Journal 3 is all fine and dandy about bill before the giant passage about bill not being trusted written in blood and Ford going into a paranoid tailspin after realizing his friend is actually a horrifing monster, literally and figuratively, so we don’t know WHAT could’ve been hidden in a nother book the king could’ve removed at any time before  Marcy got there or while she was away on a mission.  But yeah while we know there’s probably more to it this is sitll big information, the box connecting to 4 other worlds other than amphibia, which not only opens up the story possiblities but the fan fiction, and that each of the gems can be recharged at three temples, each one of the gems responding to a diffrent trait judging by the symbols, each representing our girls; Purple is strength, and thus sasha, Blue is Heart, Anne, and Green is Brains, Marcy. I do like thisd as it tells us more but only raises further questions, hooking the audience more. It’s great stuff. But our heroines now have a goal.. but unforutnately the Plantars need to go back and Anne can’t go with as Marcy wants her close. It’s harvest season soon and the Plantars have been away long enough. So they have one last day, though both marcy and the king are apologetic and the king offers them a large tissue and upon getting no response just gives it to them as next time we see them with it. it’s both a great gag, and a nice show of kindess from the king and possible diabolical mastermind. 

So the Plantars decide to spend their final day with Anne at the aquarium, as it always cheered her up. This goes south as eveyrhting from the eels to the giant kraken to the coral reminds them of their past and leaves the poor group sobbing. Even a water show goes sideways as Sprig sees an eel, but it does lead to the group fighting off the stingrays at the show in an utterly stunning fight sequence. Not the best i’ve seen this month.. but only because I binged what I missed of rise of the tmnt this month and that show’s final figh tis an utter showstopper, as are most of it’s fight, but this is easily on par with most of them. Fluid, well done and emotoinal. Our heroes get thrown out of course, but the thought counts and they decide one last throughly them memory is better than nothing.  The final scene is naturally an utter gut punch as we get tearfull goodbyes (sprig and anne forever). Their crying, i’m crying we’re all crying and Hop Pop promises they’ll see each other again. Because family always finds each other. My heart.. it’s too full. here have an apporiate song...

Let’s see how i’m doing. 

Yeah so two things: I’m not going to be able to stop sobbing thinking of this scene so let’s move on and how have I only NOW refrenced gilmore girls on this blog?

But yeah the scene is utterly moving as the Plantars leave and Marcy realises something. She likely was keeping Anne close because she just got her back... but realizes she’s being selfish. It’s not SAID on screen but it’s clear both in Hailey’s voice acting and from the animation what’s going through her head. It’s utterly captivating stuff. So she tells Anne to go with them.. offically because they should have someone they can trust keep an eye on the box, which is a good idea honestly given just giving it to a royal messenger is just asking for it to be stolen. So Marcy will stay behind and prepare, and since she mentioned it before likekly try to find Sasha as she earlier stated they HAVE to find her.. and given what we see with the recharging that’s both because she misses her friend no matter what she’s done, and because she’s vitally important, while Anne goes with the Plantars to get the box and have some more time before they say goodbye forever, with Marcy coming to wartwood to pick it and anne up for the first temple. Because nothing terrible’s ever happened when a plucky youth with a sword went to three seperate temples, especially involving a guy with a beard and full plate armor. 

Marcy stares off, sad her friend and possible crush is gone.. but unederstanding that this is what she needs, and that she can’t hold her here.. Anne needs to see her family off.. and we get a tearful reunion as Anne chases after them, passing her friends from “Scavenger Hunt”, and reunites with her family. But of course we can’t end on a happy moment, as we cut back to Marcy whose utterly sad.. and the King who says he has a proposition for her, one she’ll find most agreable. 

But yeah we end on that bit of ominus as we close till october. 

Final Thoughts: Yeah if it wasn’t obvious this was a great one. Great plot progression, great animation, great emotional hook, good jokes which I dind’t get into for time, and tons of stuff to leave fans wanting more just before the break, but without a HUGE cliffhanger. Sure we don’t know what the King’s planning, but that aside our heroes are still together outside of marcy, and we haave a lot to look forward to whenever the show gets back. I’m hyped. Your hyped. IT’s a good note to go out on, especially since last weeks eps were also excellent and it looks like things are about to pick up. When next we meet it’s an inconsequential, probably, anthology episode, though it should be fun, then whenever new episodes return, wether it be just in november or more likely in February, our heroes return to wartwood! And we’ll find out what everyone’s been up to. Hopefully Ivy didn’t leave sprig. We’ll see. Until then, you can check out this blog for more recaps, as I said i’m covering ducktales as it comes back monday and loud house whenever I can get my meat hooks on the new episodes, and until then say safe and go team venture!

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