#more like 49 years babe

[anamorozov]

#romance club #rc theodora #more like 49 years babe #incorrect quotes #source: the office

[marthawrites]

could you write smut for Aemond like prompts 1, 15, 11, 52, 49, 25, 13, and 26? They are all so good 🥹 Reader could be his betrothed (Targaryen would be perfect but if you aren't comfortable then Stark is great) and Aemond didn't want to wait until the wedding

Hello dear nonnie! You requested this back in September - I apologize for making you wait so long for this story. If you're still around I hope it's what you want, and that you enjoy this rendition of Aemond and his (fanon) niece!

Shadows, Beastsong, and Dragonblood

Aemond Targaryen x niece reader

Word count: 7.6k+ (whoops)

About: Growing up you and your uncle Aemond always shared a special kinship. As you grew older, tension between your family and his rose. Moving to Dragonstone led to long years of not seeing each other. When you and your mother visited her father, King Viserys, yours and Aemond's relationship changed. It changed further, years later, upon your final visit to the capitol.

Includes: Fluff, angst, tension, and smut. Featuring incest (uncle x niece), mentions of Aemond's virginity loss at the brothel, mentions of minors sexually experimenting, male receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering, adult reader's virginity loss, and unprotected vaginal sex.

Note: Hello lovely reader! This story follows canon events. HERE is the prompt list used. Reader is technically a Velaryon!Strong bastard who personally identifies as a Targaryen because she looks just like her mother, Rhaenyra. Reader is implied to have pale skin, silver hair, and purple eyes - everything else is entirely up to you. Rhaenys has her canon black hair in this fic. I heavily debated about breaking this into three parts but decided to keep it as a single story. This fic has many firsts for me and it's different than those I've written in the past. It took a lot of effort and I hope you enjoy it!

I.

The years following Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon’s marriage bared fruit after fruit. It wasn't long long after Jacaerys’ birth that Rhaenyra began to show signs of another pregnancy. A woman’s body goes through tremendous changes during, for, and after childbirth, and sometimes her moon cycle can take half a year to return to normal. The princess’ first moon’s blood after his birth hadn’t the chance to appear before the maester’s deemed her pregnant for a second time. 

Another boy, Laenor hoped, to help strengthen the Velaryon line. A healthy babe, Rhaenyra hoped, to love and grow.

Their second child was pinker and paler than Jace upon entering the world. Unlike your brother who had a fine covering of dark hair over his head, yours was so pale it looked akin to winter’s first snow upon your head. A tiny, sweet, healthy baby girl who would grow into the very image of your mother.

And, again, after you came into the world, Rhaenyra showed signs of pregnancy soon after. Laenor got what he hoped for with their third child: another boy, Lucerys, with a splattering of dark hair over his head, too.

Another three years would pass before your little brother, Joffrey, was born. Dark of hair and dark of eyes just like his two older brothers.

As you all grew, none of your brothers showed any signs of Targaryen or Velaryon features. They all had rich brown eyes, dark curly hair, and were quicker to tan than you. Whereas you were a copy of your mother. A true Targaryen beauty: silver hair, pale skin, and eyes the color of amethyst. If Rhaenrya was the Realm’s Delight, then you were the Charm of the Realm. The only thing you lacked as a Targaryen was a dragon. Disappointingly, the egg that was placed in your crib never hatched. The older you grew, and the more you learned of the world, the more you hoped to have a dragon of your very own one day. Rides on Syrax with your mother–thrilling as they were–left you sad. You wanted to be in charge of the reins. You wanted to speak and command a dragon. You wanted the power of your Targaryen ancestors; a conqueror like Queen Visenya or Queen Rhaenys.

You and your brothers grew alongside your uncles, Aegon and Aemond, and your aunt, Helaena, in King’s Landing. As young children you all, for the most part, got along well. You and your uncle Aemond shared one profound thing together: neither of you had a dragon. It was a topic of extreme sensitivity for him. And because of this, sadness, anger, and even embarrassment hung around him from a young age. You wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t carry those emotions in your heart, too, because you did, but Aemond’s was heavier. Suffocating. 

Shameful. 

When everyone else trained in the dragonpit you and Aemond were known to stay in the library together. You bonded quickly through tales of your shared ancestry, love of philosophy, and the histories. Much to Aemond's annoyance, your penmanship surpassed his own. When you told your mother you wanted to be a scribe when you grew older she laughed. “Princesses aren't scribes. You will do much more wondrous things than live your life by the quill.”

You nodded, ever sweet to your mother, and still practiced your writing. Your septa and parents praised you–and Aemond scowled in your retellings. It made you giggle. It was harmless and the extra attention (however negative it seemed to be) from your uncle who was barely older than you made your heart soar; emotions you couldn’t quite name soared too.

He surpassed you in everything physical. If it happened in the training yard, he had you beat by a league.

You surpassed him in subtlety. At first, you were the one who snuck up on him. You were the one who showed him secret passageways in the Red Keep, as well as hidden nooks and crannies that had surely been forgotten.

It didn’t take Aemond long to exceed your skill, however.

Time went on and life continued. With each passing year the innocence of childhood melted like candlewax. You all stopped playing as often until play happened no longer. When once there were shared sweets, games of tag, and exaggerated stories of ‘grand adventures’ to the stables, now there was gossip. Whispered words, sniggers behind hands, and an air of aloofness that had never been there before took over.

“Why do you and your family treat me and my brothers like this now, uncle?” You asked Aemond with flushed cheeks and eyes filled with unshed tears. Whether it were anger or hurt he could not tell. Your heart couldn't, either.

“They look nothing of their father. Or my sister,” he answered plainly with an edge of something you couldn't quite decipher. 

“And what of our cousin Rhaenys? Hm? The Baratheon blood runs strong in her for she is black of hair. No different than my brothers!”

“‘Tis different,” Aemond answered curtly, still refraining from speaking bluntly to you about what his mother gossiped about.

“It's not!” You proclaimed.

Not long after that confrontation did Laena Velaryon suffer an unfortunate death. Her funeral was memorialized in King's Landing with the closest of her kin. And, as the God's would have it, it was that fateful night Aemond gained a dragon–Vhagar, the largest and oldest in the world–in exchange for his eye.

A small price to pay for the way the young prince would bloom beneath her wings.

Rhaenyra’s family, as well as Alicent’s family, were all summoned by King Viserys to make sense of what happened to Aemond and why it happened. Tension swelled and crackled through the collected room like living storm clouds. You stood quietly behind your mother, purple eyes wide and scared as you surveyed the chaos. Even as all the kids yelled over one another trying to make their side of the story heard, you didn’t utter a peep. How desperately you wanted to ask Aemond himself what happened. How terribly you wanted to hold his hand through the pain of his slashed face being stitched up. How awfully you wanted to kiss him if only to let him know he could still feel something–to see if he could still feel something. 

The King seemed to hold no love for his son as he asked him–ordered him–to tell the truth. You felt your heart breaking as you witnessed father and son hold a stare off that could alight the entire room aflame. Two dragons, one old and one young, challenging each other, daring each other, their teeth seconds away from rending into the other.

The following moments were a blur and you didn’t realize what was happening until Alicent ran to your mother with her husband’s dagger clenched in her hand. You screamed and were pulled away in time to not get pushed or stumbled over. Blood spilled and the tension broke in a devastating clash of emotions. Emotions you, as a child, couldn’t understand, not fully. 

Kings Landing was no longer safe for your family. 

During the following days, before departing for Dragonstone, you were able to sneak to Aemond a handful of times. He didn’t talk much. You never pressured him to. Often, it was only silence and your uncle’s soft sobs that filled the otherwise quietness of his bedchamber. It was at the peak of those times, those heart wrenchingly raw moments, that you would sing to him. Admittedly you were no singer–flat most of the time and awkwardly sharp at others–but neither of you cared. You weren’t even sure if the song you sang was proper in its pacing and pronunciations. It was a song you both deemed secret: learned from the pages of an Old Valyria history book, paced to your own tune, the ancient words were sung with all the wonder of adolescence. 

Vhargar and Aemond’s bond had already been forged by grit, determination, and a kind of stupidity that only young boys held, and it grew by the day. You weren’t sure if Vhagar’s roars were louder while Aemond quietly sobbed into your comforting embrace, or while he was utterly silent. You wondered what brewed beneath the surface during those times. Part of you was afraid of what that silence might gestate. There were many tales of beasts being soothed by music, and so you sang and hoped your ancient song might keep his beast at bay.

“We’re leaving for Dragonstone at first light, uncle,” you said to him a little sadly. You hadn’t ever been away from Aemond. Would the libraries at Dragonstone offer the same respite as the ones here at King's Landing? Would you see hopeful glimpses of him from the corner of your eye only to realize it a play of your imagination?

While he acknowledged your words he didn’t say anything in reply. 

“When do you think we’ll see each other again?” You asked softly, tentatively.

“Likely when we are grown and free to make our own decisions,” he answered, words flat. 

It stung. It hurt. “Then I shall tame one of the wild dragons and fly to visit you.” Aemond’s single eye, that lovely hue so similar and so different to your own, glittered at you for the briefest second. So he can still feel things, you thought to yourself. The corner of his mouth twitched in tandem, and before you could stop yourself you learned forward and pressed the gentlest kiss to the outside of his mouth. You didn’t stay to catch his reaction for you turned on your heel and walked down the secret passage from whence you came; naught more than a whisper of silken skirts.

Such affection would be improper by Gods and men alike if you were born of a different bloodline. The Targaryens were closer to Gods than men, however, and so you did not have to play life by man’s traditions. The blood of the dragon runs thick, and your heart pulled to Aemond. A surge of energy rushed through you and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him properly. But when you turned to look over your shoulder, you only saw darkness. He was already gone.

II.

Dragonstone’s libraries were much different than the big library in the Red Keep. Over the following years, you finally, slowly, began to feel peace akin to what you and Aemond shared. Similar, but not quite.

Rhaenyra married her uncle Daemon and they had given you two more little brothers: Aegon and Viserys. Part of you missed life in King’s Landing with its bright sunshine, lavish gardens, and wide populace. Despite the grimness of Dragonstone, however, this place truly felt like home. An ancient seat of Targaryen glory, the the Targaryen's of old spared nothing while crafting this castle with arcane arts, dragonfire, and sorcery. The fabled magic of it sent your veins thrumming. If it weren’t for Aemond you might not ever want to go back to King’s Landing. Aegon’s garden was your favorite place in all of Dragonstone with its tall dark trees, wild roses, and thorny hedges. You wrote diary entries as well as letters there. You and Aemond wrote back and forth a few times over the years, but just like in childhood when games of chase were played no more, your letters, too, stopped. Still, the garden with its piney scent and tart cranberries remained your place of solace.

A letter from King Viserys arrived some time after you’d turned fifteen. Rhaenyra pulled you aside that same day, away from your brothers, and said, “father’s health is beginning to fail. I'm going to see him. Daemon said he will stay here while I visit on dragonback. Would you like to come with me? I’d love for you to. And I know Syrax would too,” she smiled hopefully, giving your forearm a gentle squeeze in annunciation.

You blinked, slightly taken back, before beaming a bright smile. “Of course, mother! I miss my grandfather and would love to see him.”

“I’ll send a raven. Perhaps he will have a belated nameday gift for you,” your mother answered with one of her playful expressions. 

A return letter was indeed sent and over the next few days Rhaenyra and Daemon made plans for the upcoming week. It wouldn’t be a long stay but that didn’t stop excitement from crawling up your spine and settling in your belly. How would uncle Aemond be? It’d been so long since you two had seen each other! It'd even been a long time since you wrote to one another. Would he remember you as you remembered him? Would he even care to see you?

You donned your warmest wool and most comfortable leathers for the flight to King’s Landing. Gray clouds broke to open blue sky and the brisk salty air had you feeling like you were in charge of the flight. Syrax knew the way well and flew right where she knew to–the dragonpit.

There wasn’t a grand welcome for your arrival and yet somehow it felt more comfortable than being paraded around for hours on end and being forced to entertain a grandiose feast. Viserys–he did look ailing, much more than you last remembered–and Alicent welcomed Rhaenyra and yourself. Ser Criston Cole and Aemond stood with them.

He did want to see you!

“Father! I’m sorry we haven’t been back sooner. Daemon and I–”

Excited hugs were exchanged between the three of you, and the conversation droned out as pressure built behind your ears; dull ringing taking over as anxiety, excitement, and something else unnamed thrilled along your spine. Aemond, only a short time older than you, was no longer the boy you remembered. He’d grown tall and sharp. Any softness of childhood melted away during the last few years. Placed over his damaged left eye was a simple black leather eyepatch. It stood out starkly against his pale complexion–though, it matched the rest of his black leather attire. His slash healed well, you thought privately, but a gnarly scar remained. It looked painful.

Aemond peered at you looking at him; keen. Something simmered beneath his eye and you were reminded of singing to him all those years ago–how you’d hoped to soothe any beast that might be growing in the shadows. The corners of his bowed mouth quirked.

“Darling?” Your mother asked, her voice finally making sense in your head as she turned to regard you closer. “Are you feeling okay?”

With a quick flutter of blinks you looked up to her. “Sorry. Yes, I’m feeling alright. A bit tired from the flight is all. May I have a snack before supper?”

“Of course,” she replied with a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

Alicent smiled. You always thought her pretty. A part of you wondered how none of her children shared her brown eyes or auburn hair. “Check with the kitchen. I’m sure there’s breads and cheeses available at the very least. Wine, too, I imagine.” She looked between you and Aemond before adding, “let Aemond take you. He’s been quite excited to see you since Rhaenyra’s letter.”

“Uncle,” you breathed, surprised by your lack of breath upon saying his name. “I daresay I barely recognize you.”

“I could say the same, niece. It's been many years,” he said with an inclination of his head. “You are looking a little faint. Let’s find you some food, hm?” He asked. 

At first, conversation proved to be sparse. Before, things had always been so easy with Aemond and silence had always been comfortable. Now, it didn’t feel easy nor did the silence feel comfortable. Anytime you looked up at him, or over to him, he was already looking at you. His attention barely seemed to wander elsewhere. You ate until you felt better while Aemond pretended to eat. Slowly, with effort on your part, conversation picked up. Before too long the air of awkwardness lifted and your shoulders relaxed.

Aemond seemed to notice, too.

Three days followed and each proved to be more eventful than the last. You’d met up with your aunt and uncle, Helaena and Aegon, and happily–even if Aegon's jests were more perverse than you ever remembered–caught up with them. They were married now. Though, you saw no sort of physical or emotional connection between them. You liked Helaena; you wondered, privately, if life was treating her well, and if she found any enjoyment within it. The faraway look in her eyes suggested not, but you remembered her always being a peculiar child. She didn’t always have both feet in this world, you realized, and you didn’t feel any sort of jealousy for her otherworldly gift. Did dreamers fall into a silent abyss while slumbering? Or did they even dream when they slept, resulting in a never ending barrage of sight and madness?

On the fourth day Aemond introduced you to Vhagar. Sympathy–or perhaps pity–shone in his eye when you told him you still hadn’t bonded with a dragon. “And here I remember you saying you would tame a wild dragon so you might fly across the sea to visit me?” He proclaimed with an arch of brow, snark and jest in equal measurements.

“It’s not quite so easy. I enjoy my skin and my hair. I have heard many tales of brave men trying to bond with those dragons only to end up as a pile of ash. Or forever scarred. Or–” you lowered your voice and tipped closer to him, adding with a whisper, “–lacking of limbs.” You tilted your chin, purple eyes glittering with playfulness; teasing, testing.

“Hm,” he stifled a laugh with a press of his lips. “Both of those are a marvel. It would very much be a shame to scathe the beauty of Old Valyria.”

Your heart jumped and you blushed. Surely he was only being kind, right?

He flew you on Vhargar until the spilled watercolors of sunset mottled into gray. Upon returning to the Red Keep, tucked away in one of your secret childhood places, Aemond dared to kiss your lips. Stunned and exhilarated alike, you returned the affection with fervor. He wasn’t your first kiss, but the things that sparked and webbed through your body were much more intense than any before. “Aemond…,” you whispered against his mouth. “We shouldn’t be doing this, uncle.”

“You can stop any time,” he rasped in reply, eye dark.

In a shuddered breath you admitted, “I don’t want to.”

“Me either.”

You kissed until voices and footsteps filled the nearby corridor. Hiding your giggles behind a hand, you slunk away in direction to your chamber leaving Aemond behind. You turned to see where he might be going. Already he’d turned on his heel and strode in the opposite way. He didn’t follow. That night–with a thundering pulse– you dreamt of wild roses, flying, and your hands on your uncle’s chest while he kissed your neck.

The following day was yours and your mother’s last day in the capitol. She intended to leave after lunch, and until then she let you do as you please. Requesting, of course, to be back in time to leave on time. With how much you missed the rest of your family you could only imagine how much she missed them!

“Come to Dragonstone with us. I don’t want to leave you so soon. I can show you all my favorite places at home. At the ancient seat of our family,” you added the last bit with bright eyes in hopes of seducing him away with you.

“My place is not there,” replied Aemond. “I am to stay here with my mother and siblings. ‘Tis my duty as second son.”

You knew, as second son, that Aemond would have to carve his own path with fire, blood, and teeth–heavy emphasis on the latter, most likely.

“Daemon can train you. Our castle yard has an impressive training pit. It’s different from the one here. Everything is different there. There’s some nights when the magic in the walls makes my blood sing. There is no magic like that left here,” you tried to coax him further, stepping close so you had to look up at him with soft eyes. Eager eyes.

Instead of accepting or denying your request he leaned down and kissed you like he did yesterday. And just like yesterday you warmly accepted the affection. The blood of the dragon runs thick, and dragonblood runs hot. Despite your relation, and despite yourself, you found yourself wanting. Needing. He was too. You could tell by the tightness of his pants. Two young dragons hidden away amongst sparse candlelight in a secret passage perhaps only Maegor the Cruel knew of. “I’ve always wanted to try something. Will… will you let me?”

He pulled back to peer at you curiously. “What is it?”

Slowly, running on an instinct that any wanton young woman harbored, you sank down onto your knees before him. “You can tell me to stop at any time. Okay?”

Aemond wasn’t an idiot. He nearly spent in his pants at the very sight of you lowering like that. Aegon had taken him to a brothel on the Street of Silk for his thirteenth nameday, and he lost the last innocence of boyhood within those perfumed walls; a secret not many knew. And, perhaps less knew how much he despised it–how it disgusted him. The thought still made his stomach turn.

But you? His beautiful, perfect niece, with your epitome of Targaryen beauty?

He never asked you to stop as you sated your curiosity. The rush of sensation that blazed through his body was more intense than anything he’d yet experienced. At the peak of his pleasure he swore he blacked out.

He returned the gift as best as he could with his fingers. 

You barely made it back in time to your mother to fly back home. You sincerely hoped she didn’t ask any questions about where you were or why you were running late.

III.

As the Gods would have it, it would be another few years before Rhaenyra and her family were summoned to King’s Landing for, perhaps, an even more dire situation than the first: the legitimacy of Lucerys’ claim to Driftmark and its throne. It was a matter already settled many years ago by none other than King Viserys. Yet, still, conflict stirred with Vaemond Velaryon and his proclamation.

A never ending political headache for the King who’s health was in such despair it was a miracle he lived to see each new morning.

Similar to when you and your mother arrived three years prior, there wasn’t a grand welcome awaiting your family. In fact there was… nothing. Tension sparked to new heights and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into yourself and disappear. While not entirely disappearing, you and your brothers made way to the private guest bedchambers; Rhaenyra made sure to have rooms arranged for all of you prior to arriving. Before leaving, she told all of you that she would summon you later once things were settled. Or supper. Whichever came first.

Truthfully you had no plans to eat with everyone. Uncaring of any potential consequence it might bring you loosened your hair, stripped down to your shift, and plopped in bed so heavily that a plume of dust rose from the sheets. If you were less exhausted–mentally and physically–you’d be repulsed by the dust. Right now? You cared little.

Slumber washed over you like the waves you were so used to at home.

You didn’t wake until hours later when a servant rapped over and over upon your door. “My lady? Hello?” 

Coughing and turning to face the doorway, you asked, “what is it?”

A young girl stepped inside and bowed. “Your mother has summoned you for dinner.”

“Bring me a plate, please. I have no wish to eat with a crowd tonight.”

She twisted her hands a few times as if in disapproval but said nothing. Instead, she simply nodded, bowed again, and left with a click of the door.

That night you ate alone and silently hoped Aemond would come find you. Surely he knew ways around the Keep that would lead him to you... But, he never did. After eating your fill you slept like the dead.

Sunrise gently woke you and gradually you began to prepare for the day. Once ready to get dressed, you were confused to see your dress on the floor instead of on the back of the chair you hung it over last night. Strange… you thought to yourself, scanning around the room for what might have caused it. A section of curtain fluttered with morning breeze and when you walked to inspect it you realized the window had been partially cracked. You laughed a short sound and rolled your eyes–how silly to be paranoid about the breeze. You couldn’t remember any strong gusts last night, but you did sleep very hard.

Fully around, now, you made your way to find breakfast. Eventually you did and broke fast with your brothers. For a few moments it felt like you were all children again. Talking, laughing, stealing bits of food off each other’s plates, it felt… good. Homey. Lighthearted in a way only they could make you feel. Once finished, they departed for the training yard and you went to explore the gardens. There might not be any wild roses here and the hedges might be considerably less thorny than those at Dragonstone, but that didn’t stop you from missing it. 

Flowers, shrubs, and trees were in full beautiful display and their fragrances sent you right back to childhood. You lost track of how long you wandered. At least a full hour, surely. Likely more. It wasn’t until you heard your name spoken behind you that you snapped back to reality. Turning to look over your shoulder, you stuttered, excited and surprised, “Aemond!”

He stood taller and sharper than he did three years ago. He was a man grown, now, just like you were a woman grown. Gone were any traces of awkward lankiness. He was slim, yes, but judging by the width of his shoulders he had a strong back and arms. “Niece,” he replied. “Your brothers graced my training session earlier. As did Vaemond Velaryon and his entourage,” he paused to inspect a bit of dirt on his sleeve before folding his arms behind his back. “I thought perhaps your strong brothers might grow into their Velaryon features as they aged. But, alas, they haven’t.”

Prick.

Was he really going right for your throat? Immediately?

“Do you have so little faith in your sister’s lineage” You asked, hands folding behind your back, mirroring him, as you slowly closed the distance between yourselves with deliberate steps. “Myself and all my brothers were grown in the belly of a dragon. Birthed into this world by a dragon. Tell me, uncle, how is that any different than being seeded by a dragon?”

“It is not my sister’s lineage I lack faith in, dear niece, it’s the roots she climbs.”

Fury heated your face and for a moment you considered punching him in his stupid, sharp, beautiful nose. Or perhaps kneeing him in the root he no doubt made reference to. In the span of three heartbeats you settled for neither and instead gave him a disappointing quirk of mouth. “And here I was upset that you didn’t come to say hi to me last night.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I saw you plenty last night.” he said, tone making it seem like everyone watched you sup together even though you ate alone.

You squinted at him suspiciously. “Did you come find me to be rude, or was there another reason you graced my company?”

“We recently received a collection of books from Myr. Would you like to look at them with me?” Hopefulness briefly lit his features. Idly, you wondered what his deal was. He was an outright asshole only a moment ago, and now he offered to read with you like you did so often as children? The library always had been a place of solace for both of you. Mayhaps he was simply nervous today, on edge, and let the ugliness of anxiety guide his tongue. It would be quiet in the library–the perfect place to, perhaps, connect once again as adults.

You continued to look up at him, attempting to read his features, before replying, “sure. Only if we can have tea and scones too.”

It was his turn to squint at you suspiciously.

That made you laugh; tension began to ease around both of you. “I won’t get crumbs on the pages. Promise!”

And so, walking shoulder to shoulder, you both made way to the library. Tea and scones arrived shortly afterward. As soon as you began reading from different tomes conversation began to flow more freely. Nerves might be flying wild everywhere else in the Red Keep, but here? Safely within these walls? You relaxed. Aemond relaxed. There were no more subtle jabs at bastardry, nor Driftmark, nor anything else. Every now and then you’d laugh and Aemond would smile. Other times it was perfectly silent. When you thought him engrossed by something he read, you eyed him carefully through your peripheral vision–and sometimes with your full vision–trying to keep rising sensations at bay. Despite his sharp tongue and rude quips, he was horribly handsome. You thought he was the last time you were here, too, and now those same feelings intensified to new heights. You caught him doing the same to you. Though, he didn’t coyly turn away when caught. Tension of a different sort heated the air around both of you. 

Hot-blooded. 

Dragonblood.

You ate supper with your mother that night. She and Daemon discussed things from earlier in the day but you paid it little mind–yours was still on Aemond. 

After supper you had a quiet night in your bedchamber. You requested a bath, and it didn’t take the servants long to prepare it for you. Soaking in the hot water was exactly what you needed–complete with your favorite oils generously added to the water until sweet florals and subtly spicy scents lingered around you. By the time you were done your fingers and toes were wrinkly and the water was tepid at best. Sitting in front of the vanity, you dried and braided your silver hair for bed. The day’s events–Aemond–proved to be mentally exhausting. Conflicting emotions warred in your mind as you laid in bed and started up at the neat lace underlay of the four poster bed’s silken drapes.

A noise at your door startled you from whatever daydream danced in your head. How was it opening? You triple checked the lock! Who was coming inside? Frozen and wide eyed, you couldn’t move from your spot upon the bed as someone silently intruded. As the figure stepped out of the shadowy frame you took note of their height, body shape, and silver hair… “Aemond!?” You asked shrilly. “Seven Hells what on earth are you doing?”

“Coming to pay a proper visit to my little niece, of course,” he answered with quiet amusement. Standing at the side of your bed, now, he tilted his head and continued, “I requested a specific guard for this duty tonight so I could slip past him.”

You looked up at him as he looked down at you, regarding you closely. Something shone behind his eye and you couldn’t quite put a finger on it. A rush of emotion rose and settled in the pit of your belly as Aemond gently dragged his thumb across your lower lip. Down the curve of your chin. You swallowed thickly. “You could have just as easily knocked like any regular person would, uncle,” you said.

“What's the fun in that?”

Silence followed as you both took each other in, that unknown expression behind his eye becoming more clear. Lust. 

Did your own gaze mirror it too? The sound of your blood filled your ears.

“Do you remember the last time you were here? When we were in that passageway all alone?” He asked, tracing the backs of his fingers along your pretty face. 

Of course you did. You smiled–coy–and tipped your head into his touch. “Quite well.”

A soft satisfied hum accented the curve of his mouth. “Good.” His fingers pressed against the underside of your chin as he tilted your face up to him, embers sparking through the eye contact. “I've searched for that type of release again and again and have yet to find it,” he said; desperation and intensity so evident you knew he meant it.

Shivers took over your entire body and your spine arched forward, curving as if to seek the sensation of his body against yours. “You have?” You asked between parted lips. 

“I have.”

A hot rush of excitement overcame you and before you knew it both of your hands pulled on the buckles of his tunic, pulling him down to you. You kissed him fiercely and he returned it with ferocity. There wasn't anything tentative about it; lips, tongue, teeth, all meshing until you whimpered into his mouth.

Aemond pushed you back on the bed and fell atop you, one arm holding him up for support, as his silken hair draped along his face. He was so warm, and felt so good over you, that you moaned into his kiss again; he swallowed it whole.

You whined, voice raspy and sweet alike, as you tugged on the front of his belt, “again. I want to do it again,”

“Look at you, so needy for my cock,” he rumbled against your neck, kissing and nipping along the sensitive flesh. He grinned warmly into the crook there and you giggled.

Pushing yourself up on your elbows you turned your body so you could push him onto his back. The startle of his angular lovely face was more than enough reward. With the new position you could feel how hard he was inside his pants, and you wondered if he could feel your heat through the thin material of your smallclothes. You slid down the front of his body until you knelt delicately on the floor. Looking up at him as innocently as you could, your hands ran up the lean length of his thighs while you nestled between them. “You left my window open last night,” you whispered at him as your fingers began to unlace the front of his bottoms.

A low, restrained sound came from Aemond at the combination of your touch and words. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he replied with cool indifference, supporting himself partially up with his elbows so he could watch you.

A knowing smile spread on your pretty lips as you answered, “you're a bad liar, uncle.” Kissing the flat plane of his abdomen, you tugged the front of his pants down until he was fully freed; hard, solid, and already blazing with heat. You moved those same kisses lower–placing them all around the base of his need until your nose tickled with his scent. His length twitched, the velvety smoothness of him bumping your face.

Above you, he hissed an inward breath, head tilting to the side. “Go on then, this cock isn't going to suck itself now is it?” He crooned, doing his best to appear in control even though his heart thumped wildly with anticipation and the clawing ache to be inside of you–any part of you–had him going mad.

If the slick between your thighs wasn't already unbearable you'd have retorted his taunt. But, you wanted this nearly as much as him. Lifting one of your hands you gripped around his length, pumping slowly, as you rolled your tongue beneath his tip; tasting him, teasing him, coating that part of him with saliva so you could more easily take him into your mouth.

Aemond could have lost it there–would have lost it if he hadn't already fucked his hand to release prior to visiting you. “Did I tell you you could use your hands?” His eye glittered like dragonglass.

Without having to be told again you released your grip and instead held onto the tops of his thighs with both hands, the wholeness of your expression feline. You licked up each side of his cock, circling your tongue around his head, again and again, coating him to your satisfaction. And then, just when you saw Aemond's hips twitch and flex beneath you, you took him into the fullness of your mouth and consumed him.

He groaned, head tipping back. Countless times had he tried to recreate the pleasure you gave him first; no woman ever made him feel the same way and he hated them for it. 

You bobbed, and sucked, and savored the hot solid length of him in your mouth. You dragged and worked your tongue against him, too, lost in the heady sensations of him. The quiet sounds he made coaxed you further and soon you became uncaring of the slobbery mess you were leaving on him. Relaxing your throat, you swallowed as much of his cock as you could. When you gagged at the intrusion you pulled your head up, only to do it again. And again. You moaned around him; wanton.

It was too much for Aemond. Somehow he grew even hotter, even harder, and soon one of his hands pushed your head down while his hips bucked up into your mouth. He panted. Peak was so close. Looking down at you, then, he saw how dazed and desperate you were as he fucked your mouth. The knot of pleasure at the base of his spine exploded and he groaned, guttural, as his balls tightened and cock released down your throat.

You about peaked with him. Breathing through your nose you did your best to take all of him, the hot pulses of his length making you clench around nothing. 

“Swallow. All of it,” Aemond said down at you, slowly easing the pressure of his hand on your head.

Panting, you did. You showed him your empty mouth with pride. “Dragonseed is never to be wasted, uncle.”

If Aemond had anything intelligible to say it didn’t leave his mouth properly. Both his hands gripped around your upper arms and he yanked you up, maneuvering you atop the bed once more. Reaching to the open belt around his waist he unsheathed his dagger with a whisper of leather and steel. It glinted orange in the chamber’s lowlight. “My sweet, lecherous niece…,” he said darkly, sweetly, pinning you down to the bed as he loomed above you. “I know how to make you a true Targaryen, bastard,” he hissed the last word into the shell of your ear and reveled in the way he saw your throat tighten in defiance.

You tensed beneath him and he laughed.

“My favorite bastard,” he crooned, trailing his dagger up the front of your body. “I will make you my wife.”

Goosebumps pebbled your skin as he teased you, taunted you, thrilled you with the edge of his blade. He never drew blood. It only grazed your shift. “I already am a Targaryen,” you proclaimed, voice strong despite its softness.

“I’m going to ruin you tonight and you will let me. Mother will have us wed by the turn of the new moon.” He tilted his dagger just slight, just enough, and the delicate material of your shift stood no chance against it. He sliced it open to reveal the fullness of your lovely body; your shape, your form, your clean floral scent… all of it made his mind feral. “Marry me, niece.”

A hundred–no, a thousand–things ran through your mind all at once. You saw and felt him already fully hard once again, and the hot press of his cock against your flushed skin had you losing sanity. “I will,” you breathed, nodding. “I will marry you.” 

Aemond tossed his dagger away to instead pull your smallclothes down your legs. “My darling betrothed,” he growled, shouldering off his tunic and undershirt as you lay completely bare beneath him. He didn’t even bother kicking his pants off the rest of the way before he moved between your spread thighs. “Let us promise our union now before any Gods that are watching.”

It was wrong. You knew it. And yet… Your heartbeat pounded in your ears and between your thighs. Madness. Surely this was madness. “We can’t,” you protested weakly.

He laughed another dark sound. “Targaryens are closer to Gods than men. We don’t follow the same rules as everyone else.” One of his hands moved over your breasts, sliding and squeezing over them with reverent affection. His other lowered between your legs and the tips of his fingers brushed over your budded pearl. He nearly snarled at the wetness he met there. He circled that bud. Slid over it. He worked your bundle of nerves, watching you all the while.

“A-Aemond!” You gasped, stuttering. Your nipples pebbled firmer as tension built in your belly, tightening in a way that only you were able to make happen. You needn’t any more convincing to give him your maidenhead. So wrong. But, with Aemond? So, so right. Your thighs spilled open wider for him; inviting him.

The rasp of his thighs pressed against the smooth undersides of your own and slowly, carefully, he lined himself up with your dripping entrance and began to press forward. 

Your body yielded and the fullness of him was a sensation unlike anything you’d experienced before. His heat seared into you as he sunk, cautiously, through your opening and past your body’s unmarred barrier. It pinched and you winced, blushed face staring up at him with doe eyes. 

Full. 

You were so full. 

You whimpered a little sound as Aemond’s jaw clenched and a groan rumbled deep in his chest. “You’re doing so well,” he mumbled, the intensity of his eye making you dizzy.

Finally, he was seated all the way inside you. With a heaving chest he held the position for a long moment, knowing you needed the time to adjust just as much as he did. He pulled back and eased back in, testing you. Testing himself. Fuck. He wasn’t going to last long. You were absolutely fucking perfect around him. You breathed his name again, gripping onto any part of his body that you could. 

Aemond’s movements became a little more sure with each moment. It didn’t take much longer until he was taking you fully. The softness of your breasts rocked with the motion of his thrusts, your face loosening as pleasure began to take over any pain there might have been. His greedy eye raked down the front of your body so he could watch where you were joined. Each time he pulled out his cock glistened with your slick, and each plunge sent you gasping at the pressure. Never had he seen anything that made his cock, and gut, and chest ache with such need. “You look so pretty with my cock inside you,” he said lowly, barely able to make words.

“Feels good, Aem,” you simpered in reply.

His mouth crashed to yours in a heavy kiss, licking into your mouth so your tongues slid against one another. The soft sound of skin slapping on skin began to grow louder as both of you worked into and against each other’s thrusts. “I’m going to mark that pretty little neck so that everyone knows your mine,” he rasped against your skin as he kissed over your chin, your jaw, until he reached your neck. He nipped there, biting harshly, kissing over each bite mark to soothe any lingering sting. He did it over and over, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth until he knew he’d leave a mark behind.

You trembled beneath him, squirming with pleasure, as he fucked into you at an angle and pace that had you soaring. The balance of pain and pleasure was more than anything you’d felt before and you were wholly at its mercy. You scratched his skin as you squeezed your fingers against his lean muscle, marking him as he marked you. “‘S too much,” you whined, breathless.

He only continued. Panting, he said, “I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Understood?”

You nodded, desperate. “Yes, yes yes yes..!” 

His pace grew sloppy, frenzied, as his own high threatened to push him over the edge any second. “Give it to me,” he moaned, pleaded. “Come with me.” One of his hands squeezed over your breast again, pinching and tugging the nipple, while the fingers of the other worked your clit. 

“Aemond!” You gasped thinly, covering your mouth just in time to muffle the scream that no doubt released with the intensity of your peak. Aemond’s mouth replaced your hand as climax took him, too, cock twitching as spurt after spurt of his seed filled the deepest parts of your body. You both rode it out together, senses buzzing and fuzzy, while the wonderful post-climax bliss sensations intoxicated you more than any wine. 

He carefully slid out from your body and nearly grew fucking hard again as he saw the evidence of your maidenhood upon your clean bedsheets. 

“You will be the loveliest bride,” he said, relishing the sight of you glowing from pleasure.

Pulling the top quilts back, you beckoned him in, asking, “stay awhile longer?”

He did.

You laid together, limp and blissful, and for the first time in over three years Aemond found himself fully sated.

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[starsomens]

Headcanon for Noah who first met Y/N and his first impression of her was that she was shy and sweet

Fast forward a few years later, they’re now dating and her true colours show that she’s actually a menace. She’s hyper, chaotic, she bites Noah sometimes (he’d bite back in retaliation), when they go out shopping sometimes, she gets distracted and gets lost (ADHD lol)

she’d call him dude sometimes instead of babe or baby and has a energy of a ginger cat

I’m sorry this is a lot but I like the idea of a calm boyfriend and his chaotic tiny girlfriend

"she's adorable" was his first thought the second he had his first interaction with you

He loved the way you could only hold eye contact with him for about 30 seconds and right away look away and bite your lip

the way your cheeks would blush and how you'd trip over your words

He thought you were adorable! In addition to being adorable he thought you were just the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. You were so hypnotizing to speak with, and just the sweetest!

He had to take you on a date! and so he did :) and took you on more and more and finally made it official :D

The first year was great, you were getting more comfortable with one another, opening up and feeling just so in love

You met his friends, had gone to the studio to watch him and even went backstage to one of their shows.

Once you hit 2 1/2 years there was a change........in you :3

this man was NOT expecting the amount of ADHD and biting he was going to be in the middle of

Comes home from work, cuddling on the sofa with a movie and soft caresses and lil kisses...only for his arm to be met with either a bite or a lick

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️"babe?"🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

this was the first time you had ever bitten him and he was just confused but then you looked up at him and he thought it was funny and just oh so cute! He responds to this by pinching your cheeks or even biting you back

Now in the evenings just before bed he's watching you have a mini concert in his clothes and even pretending to be him on stage with his screams, bending backwards and his spins. And yes he does clap at the end of your performance

Some days you just wanna sleep in and others you're just running from one side of the house to the other

He either films you and keeps them as memories, or joins in. Next thing you know you're both running around the house giggling like little kids because of the sudden rush of energy

"So then, Oh my god! She says 'well if you don't want to work then you can get your shit and tell him that....that..... "

"That what babe?" he asks for you to finish the story

".....ah shit I completely forgot what she said "

He thought you were doing it for jokes...but you were serious you couldn't recall what it was you were talking about or what you friend had ended up doing in the tense situation. Noah gets left on a lot cliffhangers and he's just waiting for the moment where you blurt out how it ends

2:49 am "..pst noah....are you awake?" you poke his face

"mmmmm" was all he could manage

"well he ended up taker her keys and stealing her car! Can you believe that?!" you whisper yell

He just brings you into him, covers your face and goes "shh...sleep"

then a few seconds later he goes ".....what a piece of shit...."

"I know right?"

“Kay….sleep….now”

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[choke-me-joey]

Can I get prompt 49 with Eddie?

Friends to lovers, reader and Eddie are stoned and she casually asks him “wanna fuck?”

My fave stoner metalhead fucks like a champ and we all know it 🥰

49. Wanna fuck?

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, drug use (only weed it's chill), friends to lovers, bareback piv, oral (f receiving), Eddie talks too much, creampie, the usual filth

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This was the definition of happiness. Sat in Eddie's living room on a Friday night, a large pizza devoured between you both, beers sipped, spliff smoked and Halloween playing on the Munson's tiny TV. Wayne was working a double tonight, and your parents were out of town for their anniversary, so you had moved in with your best friend for the weekend.

You were curled up in a ball on the couch, the high from the weed hitting you nicely. Eddie snickers from the other end of the couch.

"As if a butcher knife can hold up a body like that, man, I love this movie but that's fuckin' stupid." He rambles to himself before taking another sip of beer. You watch him from your end of the couch.

Eddie was your best friend in the entire world, the two of you having been inseparable since you were 7. Over the years you'd developed a crush on the long haired boy, which now, as you were both in your 20s, was running rampant 24/7. It didn't help that as you'd gotten older and hormones had reared their heads your friendship had become one of flirtatious jokes and banter, leading pretty much everyone to question why the fuck hadn't you gotten together yet?

You watch Eddie tilt his head back further to get the remaining dregs of his beer out of the bottle, and your eyes drag over that beautiful, beautiful neck of his, with that prominent vein and milky skin just begging to be marked up. Your mouth went dry and your head went all fuzzy. Your thighs squeezed together involuntarily to try and quell the throbbing between your legs. Fuck, why did you have to get so horny when you were high?!

Eddie stands up and stretches, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of pale skin with a dark trail of hair leading into his pants and you swear you almost choked. God, you wanted to lick his stomach- was that weird? To kiss and lick that area below his belly button and follow the trail of hair down, down to his-

"Another beer, babe?" Eddie's slightly slurred voice cut you off and you quickly look away, acting as if you were studying the edge of blanket draped over your legs instead.

"S-sure." You squeaked clearing your throat. Eddie guffaws.

"Good stuff tonight, right? Rick really set me up good. Been impressed with my sales so let me have some of the finer grass."

You shoot him a sleepy eyed smile and nod, watching as he walks to the fridge and retrieves 2 more beers, cracking them open and returning back to the couch.

"Wanna fuck?" The words leave your mouth before your brain can even catch up and tell you what a stupid fucking idea it is.

Eddie eyes widen, and he dramatically spits out the mouthful of beer he'd just taken, coughing.

"W-what?!" He gasps, regaining his composure slightly, and a grin creeping across his stupid, dumbe, dorky, perfect face. "Seriously?!"

"Forget it." You mumble, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You're laughing at me."

"Y/N, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just...surprised, I guess? Shit, I've had a crush on you since forever, I mean, Jesus, how could I not? You're so...so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and I'm the town freak, y'know? Never thought you'd like me that way-" he cuts himself off. "-do you...like me that way? Or are you just bored and horny? Wait, fuck it, I don't care."

He scrambles over to your side of the couch and smashes his mouth to yours, kissing you with an energy you could only compare to that of when he is DM'ing, or playing on stage. You moan happily and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing you both to sink into the couch, Eddie's body moving completely on top of yours.

Eddie licks along your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing his tongue to find yours. As the kiss grows more heated and sensual, you lift up your hips to grind against Eddie, and the friction from the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans has you moaning into his mouth.

"Shit, fuck, you're really fucking sexy, ya know that?" Eddie huffs out a laugh as you reach between you and palm him through his jeans. "Fuck, this is a dream, this can't be real-"

"Eddie, shut up," you giggle, pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw, ghosting over his neck. You lock eyes with him and flick open his belt and button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down and dipping your hand into his underwear, hand enclosing around his cock. Your pussy clenches at how thick he feels in your hand. "Shit, freak, you never told me you were packing."

"You never asked." Eddie smirks, and you stroke his cock slowly, making him groan loudly and drop his head to your shoulder. You smear the precum gathering on his head around with your thumb, and you swear you hear him whine against your neck. Your hand moves up and down his length slowly, making his hips buck into your hand. "Fuck, sweetheart, this is embarrassing but I won't last long if you carry on, been thinking about this for years-"

"Yeah? Been thinking about me jerking you off, Eds? About cumming all over my hand, or in my mouth?"

"Shit, babe, don't say shit like that, gonna make me blow my load way too early," Eddie pants, his face flushed. "Can I eat your pussy? Wanna taste you so bad."

"Fuck, yes, please." You nod and Eddie practically rips your pants and underwear off. He started transfixed and you feel yourself blushing. "Eddie..." You mumble, trying to scoot away. He grabs your hips and holds you in place.

"Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart, I'm committing this to memory, you're so fucking perfect." He spreads your legs, and practically salivates at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Shit, babe, look, she's fucking soaked. This all because of me?" He slowly runs a finger through your slick, circling your clit teasingly. Your back arches.

"Eddie! Shit, yes, always because of you, think about you all the time-" you whimper out, and your admission makes him blanch.

"Y-you do?" He asks quietly, and you nod.

"I'm not just bored, or high, or horny, Eds, always wanted you, always."

"Shit, we're a real pair of fucking idiots," Eddie chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. "You mean we could have been doing this for months, years even?!"

"M'sorry," you pout. "Didn't think you liked me that way."

"Oh baby, you don't have to worry about that anymore. M'not letting you go anywhere now, never make you doubt me again, okay?"

You nod and Eddie pecks your lips before trailing kisses down your stomach and then your thighs, deliberately avoiding your pussy. You whine, bucking your hips slightly and Eddie chuckles, pinning your hips down with his arm.

"Be patient, princess, hmm? Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Eddie, promise, I'll be so good for y-OU!" The last syllable comes out as a shout as Eddie licks from your hole to your clit, flicking it with with tongue.

"Shh, sweetheart, the whole trailer park is gonna hear you." Eddie smirks as he slips a finger into your pussy and you moan out his name. "Oh? You like that? You like the idea of everyone hearing what a naughty girl you're being, huh?"

"Eddieee!"

"Alright, alright, baby, can't wait any longer to taste you anyway." He nips your inner thigh, making your leg jerk. He snickers, the little shit, before making it up to you by placing a kiss on your clit, swiping his tongue over it. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in his curls as he continues to work his tongue over your swollen clit, licking and sucking and moaning appreciatively as you tug on his hair. He slides another finger into you and curls them to find that spongy spot, and his fingers work in tandem with his tongue.

You swore the weed was making this more intense but maybe Eddie was just that good. Nobody had ever eaten your pussy like this before, not even close. Eddie had you on the edge within minutes, the coil in your belly ready to snap at any moment. Your legs were shaking and your head was spinning, the high from both pleasure and weed was making you feel as if you were floating.

"Fuck, Eddie, don't stop, don't stop baby, please, m'so close, gonna cum, y'gonna make me cum so hard!" You cry, and Eddie moves his fingers faster, not letting up on the incredible rhythm he had set with his tongue. Your orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train, your back sharply arching and your thighs clamping around his head as you cry out his name in a broken moan, your release gushing over his tongue and fingers, even his chin. Your vision goes white and you almost forget how to breathe normally.

"Holy shit, princess, that was a big one, huh? You still with me?" Eddie is grinning as he comes up to face you, your juices shining on his goofy face. You nod, pulling him in for a kiss, not minding the taste of yourself. His cock brushes over your pussy, making the both of you moan into the kiss. He breaks away, sitting up. "Condom."

"M'on the pill, Eds," you smile coyly at him and he closes his eyes, groaning.

"Fucking hell sweetheart, you want me to fuck you bareback? Fill you up with my cum?"

You nod eagerly and he climbs back on top of you, sitting back on his heels to take his shirt off. He then tugs at the bottom of your shirt and you sit up, allowing him to peel it off you and throw it to join his somewhere in the room. He groans at your simple black bra, and you grin at him as you reach behind you and unclasp it, letting your tits spill out.

"Jesus H Christ, I always knew you had a perfect rack but...shit, they're even better out the bra than in," Eddie practically growls, cupping your boobs in his hands and experimentally pinching your nipples. When you jolt and whine, he chuckles darkly. "Oh fuck, sensitive, huh?"

"Eddie, come on..." You buck your hips against him, his cock sliding perfectly against your wetness.

"Shit, alright, alright, I got you baby, lie back for me okay? You're not a virgin, right?"

"Eddie!" You snap. He already knows the answer.

He shushes you with another kiss as the head of his cock pushes in to your tight hole, the warm and wet of you making his brain feel like it was buzzing. A few more inches push in and you already feel so fucking stretched out. By the time he's got his entire length in you, you're wondering how the hell he's even going to move; you'd never been this full before.

"Shit, Eds, you're fucking huge, can feel you in my fucking stomach," you gasp and he snorts, placing a hand on your lower belly.

"Yeah? Can you feel me right-" he pulls out and pushes back in. "-here, yeah? Ooh fuck, I know you can, I can fucking see my cock, princess, so fucking deep in this perfect little pussy. You good? Want me to keep going?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, Eddie, fuck me till I can't fucking walk," you hiss. He plants his hands either side of your body on the couch and starts building up a rhythm, the trailer filled with the slap of skin against skin and squelches of your arousal. You bring your hands up onto his back, your nails digging into the skin, which only seems to spur him on.

"God, Y/N, this pussy was fucking made for my cock. Taking it so well, sweetheart, letting me fuck you so good-" Eddie grunts out as he fucks into you, shivering when your muscles clamp down on him. "Shit, baby, you keep doing that and this is gonna be over way too fast."

You're just about to open your mouth for a witty response when Eddie suddenly hikes up your legs over his shoulders. Your mouth drops open and your brows furrow. "Oh, shit, that's better isn't it, huh princess? Can see it on that beautiful face, you gonna cum for me again angel? Wanna feel you cum on my cock."

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, fuck, right there, right there!" You moan, clawing at the couch beneath you as your orgasm starts to build again. Eddie brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing at it harshly. The stimulation from his cock and his thumb is too much, deliciously so, and you cum, screaming his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock. He fucks you through it, cooing at you as you come down from your high.

"Look so fucking pretty when you cum, baby. Feels so good around my cock, shit, I'm getting close, you sure you want it inside?"

You lock your legs around his waist in response, and he lets out a breathless chuckle.

"You're gonna kill me, sweetheart."

"I hope not, I didn't get to blow you yet. Cum for me Eds, wanna feel you fill me up." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss, moaning against his mouth as his thrusts speed up, chasing his high.

"Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Eddie slams his cock into you as deep as he possibly could once more, releasing rope after rope of cum inside you. He cums so much you feel it dripping out of you before he's even pulled out. The noise he lets out is beautiful; a broken moan paired with your name. Eddie drops down on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Holy shit, I don't think I've ever cum so hard. This is it now, babe, your pussy is way too fuckin' good, you're stuck with me."

"I was kinda hoping that was the case anyway," you giggle as he lifts his face from your shoulder to look down at you, grinning like a fool.

"Yeah? You wanna be my girl?"

"I thought that was obvious."

"Babe, I'm high and also coming down from the best orgasm I've had in my life, you gotta be clear with me now." Eddie brushes his nose against yours, pecking your lips. "It's cool if you wanna keep this as a one time thing, or a fuck buddies thing-"

"Eddie, shut up." You grin, once more pulling him into a kiss.

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[tossawary]

I usually grab my AO3 stats for my own personal record-keeping and celebration of achievements on December 31st / January 1st (end of the year) and on August 19th (the day I first started posting), but I was out of town this year on AUG 19 and kept putting it off. (I feel like I've been so, so spacey and busy this year.) So, I'm posting them now! What's a month between me and my blog?

Since my last check-in, I wrote and posted... "Stepping Up" (90,263 words), "First Contact" (7,166 words), and "if words could make wishes" (31,424 words). The "Scum Villain Stories" series is now at 1,216,156 words and 24 fics, which will make "Servant to a Different King" lucky number 25, it seems.

I don't write for the stats and don't track them outside of these little "hey, I should acknowledge the passage of time so it doesn't fall into one big blur" posts, but I think it's neat to take them and hold them up against both specific (SVSSS) and general fandom preferences. (Which fics attract clicks in which fandoms? Why? Why not? It's fun to speculate wildly and possibly wrongly.)

Hm, I really should write more rarepairs so I can broaden and continue my amateur, extremely biased, essentially useless data analysis of these things... (joking) or so I'll say to defend my decision to forcibly drag everyone onto an unusual rarepair ship with me someday (intended humorously, but I am seriously interested in exploring some rare pairings for their own sake). I'll be like a reverse-kraken. Instead of monstrously dragging sailors off the ship and into the depths of the sea, I'll be scooping innocent beach-goers from their swimming and putting them on my boat.

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but that’s fine because I like a hot mess (3,408 words) Subscriptions: 4 Hits: 3,332 Kudos: 521 Comment Threads: 22 Bookmarks: 135

Scum Villain Relationship & AU Request Stickers 2021 (2,345 words) Subscriptions: 8 Hits: 2,427 Kudos: 245 Comment Threads: 14 Bookmarks: 19

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#tossawary ao3 #ao3 stats #tossawary svsss #tossawary updates

[radiant-reid]

pov: your instagram but you have kids with Spencer Reid

Liked by badass_em, d.morgan and 582 others

y/n.reid: whoever said newborns aren't cute was lying

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aarhotch: that was Spencer, actually. Also, congratulations -> mommyjareau: henry, too -> y/n.reid: getting called out here babe @/doctorreid -> doctorreid: no comment but Maisie is adorable

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y/n.reid: Maisie has grown accustomed to her father dressing her up like different animals

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babygirlpg: oh she is too cute, you better be sending me more photos right now -> y/n.reid: promise, i have

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y/n.reid: After months (literally since she was born) of careful deliberation, old people won the contest for costumes for the first Halloween

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mommyjareau: Henry's looking thrilled to be a part of it -> y/n.reid: and Maise is like 'really, dad'

d.morgan: great idea @/doctorreid, convenient cause they can just borrow your clothes -> y/n.reid: out of pocket -> doctorreid: i do have all the components of Henry's outfit and a cardigan the same color as Maisie's

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y/n.reid: don't be fooled by the nice photo, Maisie (and Spence) both spent the whole day in tears

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doctorreid: How has she been here for 365 days? It feels like a day and 10 years at the same time and why does she have to grow up so quickly? -> y/n.reid: existential crisis -> doctorreid: I've got a joke about that -> davidrossiofficial: no!

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y/n.reid: the best aquarium tour guide

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doctorreid: the best aquarium dates

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y/n.reid: fyi, Spencer is a Disney Adult and Maisie may be a little in love

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doctorreid: no boys -> doctorreid: correction, no bad boys -> doctorreid: or girls -> y/n.reid: i can recommend good boys with cute little disney crewnecks and mismatched socks

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y/n.reid: after months of suspen(c)e which almost killed Spencer, we finally know the littlest Reid baby is a boy

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babygirlpg: LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FACE -> y/n.reid: exactly like Spencer's, unfair

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y/n.reid: Maisie taking time to smell the roses (or not roses) amongst the new baby chaos

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babygirlpg: is that a hair tie on his wrist for her? -> doctorreid: of course

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y/n.reid: the smiliest baby ever

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mommyjareau: oh he looks exactly like Spencer -> y/n.reid: exactly like him

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y/n.reid: little Mais asleep on the jet

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aarhotch: bring your kids to work day is the best day of the year -> mommyjareau: agreed

Liked by babygirlpg, d.morgan and 530 others

y/n.reid: Louis 'trouble' Reid

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badass_em: he's so big! I miss you all -> y/n.reid: you have to come to visit now!!

Liked by thecallahanclan, davidrossiofficial and 591 others

y/n.reid: #3

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babygirlpg: look at all three of them!! -> doctorreid: Mais and Lou are as enamored with her as we are

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y/n.reid: my girl <3

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a.blake: just like her dad -> doctorreid: smarter, even

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y/n.reid: the Reid kids had mixed reactions to their dad's silliness; Mais thought he was hilarious, Lou was confused, Tillie screamed and cried

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doctorreid: she's not a Philipp Lenard fan, don't worry

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y/n.reid: Lou on his way to the NHL

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a.blake: how does overprotective dad feel about this? -> doctorreid: concerned but if he's happy, I'm happy

d.morgan: i don't know, he looks like a football player to me

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y/n.reid: the cutest

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mommyjareau: is that the mug the girls got him? -> doctorreid: yes, I love it

Liked by lukeyalvez, d.morgan and 493 others

y/n.reid: Christmas, when your dad is a huge dork who spoils you

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babygirlpg: oh i need to up my spoiling game -> y/n.reid: NO!! -> doctorreid: Matilda would love that

Liked by badass_em, mommyjareau and 498 others

y/n.reid: when your dad insists on talking about math at dinner

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d.morgan: i've seen you making the same face girly -> y/n.reid: love you though @/doctorreid

davidrossiofficial: that's some good looking pasta -> y/n.reid: never as good as yours

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid au

[daisyvisions]

18 49 with kevin <3

The Worst Kind of Dream

Member & Prompts: Kevin Moon (TBZ) + 18. “You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”, & 49. "“All yours. Only yours.”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), unprotected sex, jealous sex (unintentionally), squirting, mentions of voyeurism and exhibitionism, nipple play, clit play (?), teeny bit of dom!Kevin (if you squint), brief dry humping, pet names (baby, babe)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆.

It was only a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. But why did it bother him so much?

You and Kevin have been dating for almost three years now. You two were practically a match-made in heaven the moment you got introduced to one another. “Trust” was literally your strong suit as a couple.

So when Kevin saw you and Changmin playing with the pinball machine during one of your group hangouts, he thought nothing of it. Even when Changmin’s body was hovering over yours from behind at a certain point, Kevin didn't budge one bit.

He really wasn't the jealous type to begin with. Well… at least he thought he wasn't. Not until the dream he had last night.

It was like he was standing in front of a two-way mirror, watching Changmin pleasure you in ways Kevin himself wish he could. Your moans would get louder as you chant Changmin’s name and not his.

And it was a fucking nightmare. Seeing you be put in the most vulgar positions possible just so that Kevin could see Changmin’s cock go in and out of you. The worst part? Changmin is staring right back at Kevin with the most devilish smirk plastered on his face.

Kevin tried to bang his fists against the window, in hopes he could get your attention and stop this madness. What killed him the most was seeing you squirt for someone else, screaming in pleasure like it was the only thing you knew how to do.

And that’s when he woke up. Beads of sweat lightly forming on his forehead, his breathing becoming heavier with every inhale. He was incredibly pissed off (and incredibly hard) to the point he immediately got up and drove to your place like a madman.

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You heard loud knocking at your front door as you were doing your usual morning routine. The moment you checked through the peep hole to see who it was, you saw your boyfriend standing there, patiently waiting for you to open the door.

The moment you twisted the knob and swung the door open, you immediately greeted Kevin and failed to acknowledge his disheveled appearance.

“Oh hey babe! Didn't know you were coming over here toda-”

“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.” he interrupted you.

“What?” you ask, confused by his sudden demand.

Before you even have time to ask a follow-up question, Kevin bends down, wraps his arms around your knees, and carries you over his shoulder. You squeal in surprise, amused by how random your boyfriend was today.

Kevin immediately heads straight to your bedroom, plopping you down on your bed and immediately begins to remove your clothes, leaving you with nothing but your underwear on. He also hastily removes his clothes and dives straight into kissing your neck and bare chest.

“What's gotten into Kev?” you lightly moan as he kisses the sensitive spot on your neck while his fingers play with your nipples. You honestly have no idea what the hell is going on, but you’re finding this side of Kevin to be such a turn on.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous” he mumbles against your neck. He grinds his hard on against your clothed pussy, making you mewl from the friction.

“Kevin…” you chant his name like a prayer. His fingers travel down and slip under your panties, running them between your wet folds. Your hips jerk up instantly when the pads of his rough fingers rub against your throbbing clit.

He smirks at your reaction, encouraging him to rub circles on it as you cling onto his biceps for support and whimper from the pace. Kevin continues this for a while until he pauses to remove your underwear completely and lower his boxers enough to free his aching cock.

He jerks himself off for a moment while rubbing his thumb on your clit. Not wanting to wait any longer Kevin aligns his cock at your wet entrance and pushes his tip in until he’s completely bottomed out inside you, making you both moan in unison.

He presses his hands on the back of your thigh keeping your legs spread open as he angles his hips while thrusting deep inside you, making sure to hit that oh-so-sweet spot that makes you go crazy.

“So tight…” he groans, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts. You’re so lost in the pleasure of the moment you just mumble out a response. He thumbs your pretty little bud once again, making you squirm against his weight on you. At this point, you don’t know how long you’re going to last as you feel your high approaching sooner than you think.

“Kev wait, I’m gonna- “ you whine.

“Don’t hold back baby. Now tell me, who owns your pussy?” He grunts as he thrusts himself into you harder.

“All yours. Only yours.” you cry out.

“Then come for me.” he responds. His words making you come hard and squirt all over the sheets. Your moans become high pitched as Kevin doesn’t stop fucking you for a moment. The juices from your orgasm seeping out from your cunt as wet squelching sounds echo in the room.

Kevin stops his movements and kisses you passionately, his hard cock still inside you. You hold his face between your hands as you smile at him.

“Now, do you wanna tell me what that was all about?” you chuckle.

Kevin suddenly snaps back into reality, remembering the reason why he even marched inside your house to begin with. His cheeks start to become warm and instantly hides his embarrassed face at the crook of your neck.

“Bad dream. Someone else fucking you.” He mumbles against your skin. You laugh at his sudden confession, not expecting that kind of answer.

“Seriously?!” You respond, still giggling at what he just said.

“Maybe… you should keep having those kinds of dreams so we can fuck like this more often.” You jokingly suggested.

Kevin immediately pulls his head away from your neck and looks at you with squinting eyes, “Don’t start…”

#kevin moon #kevin moon smut #kevin moon scenarios #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #tbz smut #the boyz scenarios #kpop smut

[the-conversation-pod]

Welcome Back My Boyfriend!

AND WE'RE BACK!

It's finally time to discuss Our Skyy 2! We were playing hurt this night: Ben was still recovering from dental surgery (please forgive his voice during this episode) and Nini was nursing a headache. Still, it didn't stop us from discussing all eight shows and talking about the crossover for an hour!

Nini and Ben assess the entirety of Our Skyy 2 and rank the offerings from worst to first.

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Timestamps

The timestamps will now correspond to chapters on Spotify for easier navigation.

0:00 - Welcome 1:15 - Intro 6:07 - Vice Versa 14:23 - Star in My Mind 19:20 - Never Let Me Go 28:00 - A Boss and a Babe 36:45 - The Eclipse 49:50 - My School President 1:00:24 - Badd Buddy x A Tale of Thousand Stars 1:59:13 - Overall Score for Our Skyy 2

The Conversation: Now With Transcripts!

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0:00 - Welcome

Nini

Hello, hello! Your QL fandom aunty and uncle are here with giant sunglasses, brown liquor in a flask, a folded five-dollar bill to slip into your hand when no one is looking, lukewarm takes, occasional rides on the discourse, deep dives into artistry and the industry.

Ben

Lots of simping! I’m Ben.

Nini

I’m Nini.

Ben

And this is The Conversation. About once a season, we plan to swan in and shoot the shit on faves, flops, and trends that we’ve been noticing in the BL, GL, or QL Industry. Between seasons, you can find us typing way too many words on Tumblr.

1:15 - Intro

Nini

Hi, Ben. How are you tonight?

Ben

I'm battling my own body's slow recovery from dental surgery but it doesn't matter because we have so much to record so we're sticking to the schedule!

Nini

But, we're gonna be okay. You've got meds, I've got meds—a.k.a. beer—for this headache. We're gonna be fine. We're doing it live. So, what are we talking about tonight? We are talking about Our Skyy 2… What a journey. Ben, explain to the people the concept of Our Skyy.

Ben

Welcome back, my boyfriend! That's it. 

Nini

[laughs]

Ben

Jojo started this off and summed it up perfectly. Our Skyy originally served as a sort of epilogue project for the initial run of GMMTV BLs. 

In the first run we had the Puppy Honey crew with OffGun, the SOTUS pair with Krist and Singto, the InSun pair from My Dear Loser: Edge of 17, Tay and New from Kiss the series—before Dark Blue Kiss, and Drake and Frank from My Tee a.k.a. ‘Cause You're My Boy.

Nini

So, that's the concept of Our Skyy. So, when GMMTV put out its 2023 offerings last year: Surprise! Our Skyy 2. They are giving us epilogues for 2020, 2021, and some 2022 shows. We're gonna dive into these.

Ben

With the original Our Skyy it was kind of chaotic. So, every crew kind of just did what felt right for their characters. 

Like, Pete and Kao basically went on a date that was mostly uncomplicated—something their characters needed. 

OffGun did a body swap which was just so they could let Gun pick on Off for a bit. 

In and Sun got closure—unsurprising, Aof was on that one. 

‘Cause You're My Boy: they just kind of did just a hot mess that was weirdly endearing, which is exactly what their show was. 

And SOTUS did like the the next most logical thing for Arthit and Kongpob, which was them kinda saying goodbye as they were heading into a long distance form of their relationship because Kongpob was pursuing higher schooling outside of Thailand, if I remember correctly?

In a similar vein, this particular Our Skyy run that we're going to be talking about very much captured what I think the core spirit of the original work was, and each team came back to it—for the most part—with something to say that was consistent with their original offerings. 

Nini

Yep.

Ben

We went Never Let Me Go, Star in My Mind, The Eclipse, Vice Versa, My School President, A Boss and a Babe, Bad Buddy? and then A Tale of Thousand Stars.

Nini

I also think that the airing order was very interesting and maybe we'll get a little time to talk about how they chose to air what they did when they did. This Our Skyy, I think, wanted to lean a little bit into the crack. Every single outing had a little bit of a crack element to it—and I quite like that. I enjoyed that. I had fun with that—for the most part—and we'll get to the ones where I did not enjoy that.

Ben

I do think that the Our Skyy project leans into fan service, and not in an inherently negative way? They want the people who enjoyed this show to have fun coming back to the show, and it’s been notable for me that, for the most part, I found that if someone really liked the original show they also really liked their Our Skyy outing. So like, for those of you who've listened to me or followed me, you know what shows I didn't like or despised when they aired and—unsurprisingly—my takes are fairly consistent.

Nini

Maybe it's the corners of the internet that I've been perusing, which you always tell me to stop looking at…I feel like the more that people liked the OG show the more upset they were with the Our Skyy. Maybe that's just the people are being wrong on the internet corners of the internet that I like to occasionally look through. [laughs]

Ben

[laughs] I don't go there.

6:07 - Vice Versa

Nini

Let's delve into it. Let's start talking some specifics. So, if we're going from worst to first my worst without a doubt was the Vice Versa Our Skyy. I am on record as not having watched Vice Versa because I was not interested in Vice Versa. I have tried and failed so many times with Jittirain stories that I knew that I was not going to enjoy this one, and so I never watched the original. But, for the sake of the podcast, I watched every single Our Skyy including this one, except I did not finish this one. [laughs] I started watching it. I was mostly annoyed, and then something happened that just… I just said, “Oh, absolutely not,” and I stopped watching it.

So, the trope—the, the crack trope—for the Vice Versa Our Skyy; the fan fic-y, fan service-y trope is: Add a Kid. I think it's Puen? Puen and Talay have been together for a while now. They're working hard, working a lot. They don't have as much time for each other. And so Talay comes up with the idea of doing a month of special days where they pay very close attention to each other and they do special things together. And it's a really sweet idea and honestly if that had been it I would have been fine. There would have been no problem. 

But then they add a kid, and the way that they add a kid is what pisses me off. One of their friends… essentially delivers his nephew into the care of these strangers… so that they can play house? But it's also like a trick that Puen is playing on Talay. Because this kid just shows up at the house and Talay thinks that it might be his kid. Like, the, the setup of Vice Versa has always—as I have said before—every time I think I know what Vice Versa is about, Ben lets me know that I don't actually know what Vice Versa is about. But there's some way that Talay thinks that this kid is his somehow.

Ben

Would you like the context for why he believes that kid is his?

Nini

Sure, hit me with it!

Ben

So, they basically spend two years in the other world with Nanon and Ohm’s characters in their bodies. Ohm's character, Tess, is an asshole who absolutely ruined Talay’s life for the two years he was in his body. He sabotaged and ruined every personal and professional relationship that Talay had. 

When he got back to his own body he had to spend years fixing his own life. Which sucks, because while he was in Tess's body he basically fixed Tess's life. It's really upsetting for me that Puen, who claims to love Talay, who watched him suffer for all of the things that Tess did to his life would genuinely let Talay believe that Tess saddled him with the responsibility of an unplanned kid… because he thinks his boyfriend doesn't pay enough attention to him… like he makes his boyfriend work outside in a tent in Thailand to do graphic design on an iMac.

Nini

You were really really mad about the tent. [laughs] I remember when we were watching this. You were really pissed about the tent.

Ben

I'm—I'm not over it.

It's humid in Thailand! Why would he be outside with a Mac? Oh my God—

It's frustrating because… On the one hand, I understand the impulse of, like, how do we get these guys to consider a new form of domesticity together? But, like, why do we have to use an actual child? Why can't we use, like, a dog, or a cat? Not coercing a child into letting strangers bathe him, and treat him like he's their son, and sleep with him in their bed. It’s so, so weird… and really unhinged… and it made me like a bunch of characters even less than I already did! 

It was aggravating. It's frustrating because Puen did this through the whole show. Like, he doesn't trust Talay. He lies to him. He manipulates him. Talay and he are both in entertainment and Talay was against a huge deadline the night of Puen’s birthday, and he couldn't take a break from his work to meet his deadline to go do flirty, boyfriend things with Puen. 

Puen expressed this frustration directly the next day in a way that I thought was totally valid and then Talay goes, ‘You are correct. Here is the plan I've come up with for us to make sure that we don't take our own relationship for granted, and keep working at it.’ And they have a really great month doing cute boyfriend date things while trying to maintain their careers. And so the whole secret baby felt completely unnecessary. 

Like, we need something to happen for the plot to justify Jimmy, Neo, Aou, and Sea hanging out together. So, we have to introduce a secret baby, I guess? 

I hated it…[laughs] Like, people joke that I don't often give low scores because I don't usually watch crap. Like, if something is, like, really really bad out of the gate I am like, “Oof! I don't have time for this!” and I'll usually drop it these days, because I got too much to do. But, like, I gave the show a 3 because I was deeply put off by the coercion of a child and the audacity of it all. Because, like, you know what your boyfriend went through because of Tess. 

Why would you pull on that really traumatic thread from five years ago and make him believe that Tess had done this to him as well—knowing that Talay has a strong sense of responsibility, and would of course try to do right by a potential child. 

Like, it's hard to even talk about, like, any of the cute relationship things that may have come out of this because, like, they should divorce.

Nini

I did not enjoy this when it was revealed that the kid was…tricked. I turned it off, and I did not watch the end. 

For every special of Our Skyy, I gave it a drama score and a crack score. My drama score for this was a -5, because I was entirely unamused—like wholly unamused. This is not what I came to see in any way. I don't care if the kid is cute. I don't care if they're all cute together. They're literally using a child to fix their relationship—

Ben

And, explicitly, the child's parents did not know that this was happening.

Nini

—which makes it worse! So, I gave it a drama score of a -5, which is of course an overreaction but it's still getting a 0. Crack score, I gave it a 10, because it is actual crack? Like, this is probably the crackiest thing that happened in all of Our Skyy. But…it's not enjoyable as crack! So, let's give it a… 5 for crack… So, 0 for drama, 5 for crack gives it a score of 2.5, which sounds about correct.

Ben

Yeah, not good. 

Nini

Yeah.

Ben

Pass.

Nini

Not good. Tens or chops? One chop! 

Ben

Two chops!

[both laugh]

14:23 - Star in My Mind

Nini

Let's leave Vice Versa behind in the dustbin where it belongs and let's move on to the next on the list: Star in My Mind. Hoo! 

Ben

[laughs]

Nini

Ben, I can't even remember what happened, I was so bored watching these episodes, like, dead bored. Star in My Mind is also a show that I did not watch the OG show. So, I had no idea what it was about and was going in blind. And, I think that I was correct to not watch the OG show, because… if it was anything as boring as this, I didn't need to see it.

Ben

[sighs] So, the Star in My Mind special is basically just the gang going on a little vacation together, and then New tries to subvert the “You're together now. Let's throw in a jealousy element bit.” Like, you put a note on here that the trope for this one is “trick your friends into going on vacation.” 

So, their friends try to tease Daonuea into believing that maybe Kluen has eyes for some girl, and Daonuea gets jealous about this, and then a fight ensues and the friends get all upset. But we in the audience know that the guys are faking this fight. They knew what their friends were up to, but they were kind of flaking on this vacation. So, he uses this fake fight to force them to go on vacation with them. 

Whatever. 

Like, I think the part of this that was cute was New just throwing away the whole jealousy trope for BL, and then having the gay characters just be like, ‘Yeah, this is stupid. Anyway, we're going to absolutely use this against them because these bitches will not buy their tickets and I'm [gonna] force them to.” And, like, that part was kind of fun.

I'm in my breakup era with New right now. I can see, again, him trying to do something here. New is currently over BL. He’s tired of it. You can feel that in Star in My Mind. Like, he's completely bored with all of this. And so what could have been, like, at least a cute trip, just looks like five straight dudes hanging out in the woods for like an hour.

Nini

I think my notes say “it's two hours of a bunch of dudes vibing without vibes.”

Ben

Yeah, like, it wasn't great, and I don't really like coming for actors like that. But, Dunk is still uncomfortable with on-screen intimacy—or at least it feels like he is—particularly compared to Joong, who does not suffer from being camera shy when it comes to this kind of work. And so while I've seen them in behind-the-scenes stuff, and their variety stuff, and Joong and Dunk are great bros, I'm still struggling with Dunk as a romantic lead because he doesn't kiss well.

Nini

New didn't even phone this in. Like, I think he sent an email? Maybe it was a snail mail. 

This was just—it was boring, which I think might be worse than bad? What do we even say about it? 

Ben

Nothing! There is nothing to say! Like, Pawin was there. He didn't kiss anybody. [laughs]

Nini

I mean… that's really all that you can say about it. It was a waste of Pawin, like.

Probably the only thing that I enjoyed about this was Joong's several pissy faces when Khabkluen is salty because all his straight friends keep interrupting his gay couple time to hang out when all he wants to do is make out. And, like, the pissy faces that he makes are delightful, and they're the only reason this has a score. 

I give it a drama score of 3, because what was it even about? And I gave it a crack score of 4, and all four of those points are for Joong's pissy faces which I thoroughly enjoyed. So, It was a 3.5 for me not because it was bad but because it was boring.

Ben

I think a show has to be offensive to me in some way for me to go lower than 6 and Star in My Mind is not. It's just boring and because I've been in these gay streets a long time, I've been offended. A lot. And, I will accept boring. It's a 6. It's forgettable. We don't have to talk about it anymore.

Nini

And we will not.

Ben

[laughs]

19:20 - Never Let Me Go

Nini

We're going to move on to the actual fun and interesting ones now. [laughs] There's a definite quality bar in Our Skyy 2. There are Vice Versa and Star in My Mind, which are below the quality bar. And then there's everything else, which is above the quality bar. Now, we're talking about games of inches here. 

Never Let Me Go. So, the Never Let Me Go fanfic trope for Our Skyy was they did a time travel story that was also a—.

Ben

Fated mates.

Nini

—that was also a fated mates, and also a role reversal, and also like a body hopping. Like, there were—there was a lot going on here. It was not boring. Everybody was clearly having a fabulous time making this. And, I actually really enjoyed it. It was two episodes. I could have watched maybe four to six episodes of this no problem.

This was actually incredibly interesting. It was a lot of fun. Pawin, and Pond especially, clearly had a great time. 

Ben

That's true.

[both laugh]

Nini

Pond had a fabulous time. So, the plot of the Never Let Me Go special… You go ahead.

Ben

All right. So, it's been a couple of years since we left the boys in Never Let Me Go, and Nuengdiao has been studying elsewhere. He's coming back to Thailand, and Palm has quietly been setting up shop in Bangkok so that when Nuengdiao comes back to Thailand he can be closer to him. He doesn't want to just stay out by the beach because he wants to see his boyfriend more. 

[Cat begins wailing in the hallway near Ben’s mic]

Nuengdiao was a little bit caught off guard by this, and didn't like him making decisions for them. They run into a fortune teller who tells them that if they don't fix what was originally broken, they won't make it in this life, either. And then the fantasy hijinks kick in, where they are sent back in time to their original pairing… into the bodies of their past selves. And in their past—in their first past together where they become a couple—Palm is the rich lord, and Nuengdiao is essentially sold to him as a slave. Also, Pawin is there in an earlier version of his character. 

And so they have to play their roles. Palm is having way too much fun bossing Nuengdiao around. And also just trying to have sex with him in the past. Over the course of this they end up realizing that they have to help Pawin’'s character hook up with Mark Pahun's character, and so all of the girlies who've been waiting for that ship to reunite were fed. 

Nini is correct. Like, this ended up being really fun, because we got to see Palm and Nuengdiao kind of become like the gays who have it together for other gays.

Nini

It had that crack story but there was also another story going on alongside the crack which I really enjoyed—building on Nungdiao and Palm's actual OG series story—which is that Nuengdiao believes that Palm should make his life about himself, that he should make his decisions about the things that he wants to do without considering Neung. And that they can still be together but Palm shouldn't plan his life around him. When he comes back to Bangkok, it's to tell Palm essentially that he's decided that he's gonna stay away for a longer period of time. He's gonna do graduate school as well. 

And, this is actually a conflict between them that sort of leads into the whole time travel thing, but it's actually a really interesting conflict between them because it builds on their series story in a really interesting way. I enjoyed watching them navigate it and figure it out while they were also navigating and figuring out how the hell to get out of the past. I mean the internal logic of the story just about holds together. It's fun. It's enjoyable. It's emotional. 

Ben

If he looks at you for seven seconds he's into you and we're all like rooting for this under an umbrella.

Nini

It's fun. It's cute. It's got a little bit of a message to it. It's enjoyable. The characters feel like themselves. At one point we get a little montage of smash cuts of Nueng and Palm: they alternate crying over each other's dead bodies through the ages.

Ben

One of them definitely felt like a nod to Aof’s work where Jojo was poking fun at him.

Nini

They were actually dressed like Jim and Wen in Moonlight Chicken complete with Phuwin wearing sunglasses, his corpse wearing sunglasses at night when he's dead and Pond crying over him. It was really funny. It was delightful. That little smash cut montage was really fun and actually upped the crack score a little. Time travel is crack, no way about it. I was fully going to give it a good crack score anyway. But that little sequence upped the crack score by at least a point. It was just very funny. 

And then watching Pawin overexaggerate his “khrub’s” and fall in love with Mark Pahun's character, who's like a jewelry seller at the market. And then when they come back to the present and he's Phum again, they meet Phum at the house—which has been maintained—the lord's house has been maintained throughout the ages.

Ben

Because it had been passed down to his ancestors’ family now because they were all, like, gay besties together.

Nini

Yeah, and like, Phum and Mark Pahun's character are together in this life, too—and they're really cute—and Phum's like, “Yeah, I was a shit to you in high school. I'm sorry about that.” [laughs] It was nice. It was fun. It was enjoyable. I gave it a drama score of 7.5—I think that's reasonable for it. I gave it a crack score of 8.5 so it works out to an 8 for me, which I liked. I liked it.

Ben

I really liked a lot of this. I liked how much fun Phuwin and Pond had in the traditional garb that they were wearing. I like how much fun they had with how often they had to be shirtless. I really enjoyed them writing vows to each other in the past because they didn't know if they would be able to escape. Basically fully committed to each other. That was really beautiful, and not something I expected from Jojo. I was really surprised that Jojo did something that genuinely tender. That really worked for me.

I gave it an 8. It's one of those 8’s where it's, like, if you liked Never Let Me Go, this is going to make it feel a little bit better because the idea that the drama of Never Let Me Go is yet another instance of these two characters trying to be with each other across space and time is super romantic—and that's the kind of shit I love in my big dramas. And I was not expecting this particular show to make me go, “Wow,” [sighs] and look back at the, the original show and go, “Okay. I can see that.”

It was deeply enjoyable. If you liked Never Let Me Go enough, and you feel mildly dissatisfied by it, and you just kind of want some closure to walk away from, watch the special. I felt very good about Palm and Nuengdaio by the end of that, because they felt a little bit more grown. And I kind of like where they left the characters with Palm just being like, “Whatever, I have a rich boyfriend and I've worked very hard. I'm just gonna go hang out with you in Germany for a little while, and then we'll figure it out from there.” And I'm like, more power to you, bro.

Nini

It seemed like yes that they were just going to vibe and enjoy each other, And, after everything that those two went through? Sure! That seems like a great place to leave them. 

28:00 - A Boss and a Babe

Nini

Also in the, for me, 8 category—so there is a tie here—A Boss and a Babe. This kind of…surprised me, because I ended up, with the OG show, being really disappointed by where we landed with it. But I really liked the Our Skyy.

Ben

This is a little bit weird because I think in terms of whenever the rest of you hear this. We're actually, I think releasing this before the episode where we talk about A Boss and a Babe. So, spoilers, a bit, for that particular episode, but, uh, we were…less than impressed with A Boss and a Babe. 

Nini

For sure.

Ben

However, we actually had a decent time with their Our Skyy outing. Nini why don't you walk us through the setup for this particular outing. 

Nini

So, the fanfic trope for the A Boss and a Babe outing of Our Skyy is, I guess, “walk a mile in my shoes” kind of thing? Gun and Cher are happy together. They're sweet loving boyfriends… but the office is in shambles. Because Gun is stressed out and he's stressing everybody at work out. And because Cher knows everybody at work because he used to work there, he has been hipped to the fact that his man is stressing everybody else. And so he goes on a mission to try to get his man to stop stressing everybody at work out. 

So, trying to make him understand that he needs to dial it the fuck back. And the way that he eventually comes up with after trying a few other ways, is that they are going to spend a day walking a mile in each other's shoes. So, he is going to spend a day being the boss, and Gun is going to spend a day being the intern so that Gun gets an idea of the stresses that his employees go through. And Cher is just like whatever I'll just be the boss, and Gun is like, “Oh, it's not as easy as you think.” 

And it actually turns out really fun and interesting to watch them do this. Of course it's a weird, horny sex thing because everything is a weird, horny sex thing with these two. But [laughs] it's, it's fun. It's light. It's interesting. It's…enjoyable. It's a strong conflict. It's a stronger conflict than we get in the actual OG series. It works. I think it's that because it's so short New doesn't really have time to fuck it up.

Ben

[laughs] So, like, I was frustrated because Gun’s being kind of a difficult boss, but being fairly reasonable about why he's a difficult boss. He's like, “We work in a difficult industry where we spend a great deal of time working on something, and then we release it to the public, and then it can flop. And so I have been funding people's jobs for anywhere from two to 12 months working on a project, and we really need strong turnaround for this because these people's jobs are riding on the success of this. So they do need to take their jobs seriously, and when they are given feedback or are given specific directives, they need to accomplish those directives.” 

There's like really interesting tension there between, like, the boss's perspective of, “Y'all can be mad at me, but you want me to cut your checks, right?” versus, “Bro, we are not going to work well under these fucking conditions.” Like, that tension was delivered really well! Gun's perspective comes through in a way that doesn't feel pandering to anyone, and I was like he is a little bit off base in the way he talks to people, but the things he's concerned about are valid for where he sits.

It just pissed me off low-key because, like, we never figured out what Thyme’s whole deal was in the original show. Like, his friend who used to be part of the company. And it feels like that was his job here—was to be like the bridge between Gun and the team. To translate Gun’s directives and frustrations into directives for the team so they could accomplish them and to keep the team motivated. And, like, Cher was helping with that for a while but now that Cher is, like, doing other stuff, like, that has gone away. That's the biggest thing with this one. Like, this was such a solid concept that it made me even more annoyed at how the OG show just sort of fumbled every thread that they were holding.

Nini

Yeah, I have to agree. Like, the workplace conflict on this was really strong and solid, and the workplace stuff in the OG show was kind of weak. And part of the workplace stuff that was great in this was showing that, yeah, Gun does need a balancing force at work. But also, aside from that, surprisingly, Cher is not an idiot. [laughs] Like, Cher is actually pretty competent. He's not, like, ready, clearly, to be the boss of a place like this. But he's not an idiot. 

Like, one of the things that happens is that Gun tries to set him up a little bit by having, like, a client come in and try to, like, have a discussion and talk to him about, like, partnering on a game or something and like talking about ideas and all that kind of stuff. And at first you think that Cher is going to blow it. But then he delivers. He comes into the meeting. You know, he takes a minute to get his bearings and understand what's going on, but then he has actual good ideas? And he can speak to the people in a way that works for the business. 

So, it shows they could probably at some point in the future after Cher has learned more, they could probably run the business together. Because I think that they bring the different perspectives that's required, but, just like Ben said, that also makes me, like, really mad that we didn't get more of the Thyme stuff in the OG series because, to me, that feels like this was what Thyme’s role was. And that just completely got cast aside. So, on the one hand, I thought this was actually pretty good but, on the other hand, it made me think even less of the OG series and I was already struggling with the OG series.

Ben

[sighs] And that's where we are. It sucks because, like, again, like, Force and Book are good. And the cast of this particular show? Very good. They hold together an otherwise weak show but, man, you just really want to see what that cast looks like when they have a really good show under their belt.

Nini

Yeah, and this gives you, like, a kind of an ‘in’ to that. So my score: this was drama score of 8 because I thought it was a solid conflict. Well executed. I give it a crack score of 8 because, quite honestly, once the whole role reversal thing started. Like, if I worked for Gun’s company, I would have taken, like, vacation until that was over because it was just…It was a little too “bring your kinks to work” for me personally. 

[both laugh]

I would have been like, yeah I don't need to see this. I'm gonna take a day off, and tomorrow when I come back, hopefully everything will be normal. Combined like drama score 8 crack score 8 average 8. What did you give it? 

Ben

I gave it an 8, and we were joking with some of our other friends about how most of us gave it an 8, and I think it was ginnymoonbeam who was like, “We all gave it an 8, but these are all very different 8s.”

[both laugh]

Nini

Yes, that is definitely true. These are different 8s that we are giving it. My 8 is like, “Damn it. Now I got to go back and revise my score of the OG series and put it even lower.”

36:45 - The Eclipse

Nini

Moving along from the 8s and now we're starting to get into the top of tops. The top top top tops of the Our Skyy pantheon for me. And next up is The Eclipse. Ben, I'm [gonna] need you to give the people what we're talking about here.

Ben

The Eclipse picks up, it feels like, the summer after the boys have graduated from high school. So, they're away from Suppalo—we're not going to deal with any of the Suppalo nonsense anymore. It's just the two couples, Wat, and…Pawin's character for some reason, because he's always palling around them. They're getting together to help Wat shoot for a film project that he wants to submit to a competition. But we pick up, originally, with Akk and Ayan who were doing boyfriend things, and we are seeing the ongoing deprogramming of Akk continuing. And over the course of the filming for this, we see that Akk and Ayan are basically stand-ins for Golf's very complex ideas about the way our private and public lives inform each other, and how both are inherently political. 

Akk and Ayan over the course of this are having a struggle about whether or not they should care what other people think. Akk thinks that to be part of a civil society you do have to care about how your actions and behaviors impact other people. Ayan, who has seen what a civil society does to people, thinks that that is bullshit and that he should be more concerned about himself and the people he cares about, and not the nebulous feelings of others. And then calls Akk directly out at one point about how his concern for others turned him into the worst version of a cop possible.

And it gets really ugly when they're working on Wat’s film project. These two are having a truly fundamental struggle about whether or not the two of them are even compatible because they do not see eye-to-eye politically. You get the sense that Ayan hoped that, once freed from the Suppalo prefect thing, Akk would start to see things more his way. And Akk hoped that Ayan would stop fighting with him so much, because Akk really just wants to do soft, cuddly things with his boyfriend. But Ayan gets off on fighting with Akk. [laughs] So he is always antagonizing him for sex reasons. 

Nini

It's one of those early relationship conflicts when you're still figuring out how to be with each other. When you're dating at the beginning, you put your best foot forward. In this case, with the two of them, they put their absolute worst foot forward when they were getting together. But there's still that thing about the version of you when you're courting is…different, somewhat, than the version of you when you're not courting. For them, the issue is the version of them when they were courting was exactly who they are, but they didn't think that that was who they were. 

So, like you said, Ayan really thought that out of the pressure cooker of Suppalo, Akk would be a different person, and then he's, like, coming to realize: No, this is really just who he is. And Akk is having that same realization about Ayan. They have to decide essentially—and they do decide via Wat's film—whether what they are to each other is worth bridging that gap between them. The answer that they come to is: yes it is—in a really phenomenal scene that I enjoyed so much.

Ben

Let me tell you. First and Khaotung are just really, really good together. Like, it's amazing how they can play these two characters coming to a precipice of fundamental political disagreement to the point that they looked at each other and they're like, “Is this really who I'm going to be with?” And you can see this almost weird resignation as they turn to face each other and embrace, where there are no easy answers to this. 

They don't see eye to eye politically on a lot of really fundamental things, and yet they still want to choose each other each time. And that is delivered so well. Like, it's hard to watch The Eclipse with your brain off. I watched a lot of people try to do it during the original show and they struggled, because it is not a brains-off show. Golf has a lot to say about the state of their country and is using whatever platform they have to voice some of these ideas, most notably about how sitting on your phone writing mean tweets is not action. That you need to get into the work. That you have to get into the streets with other people. You have to participate in the work. Even if it's just in the support of getting the people who do do the work the tools and food they need to do the work. 

And it's really fascinating that even in this little two-part special, which as far as some people thought, was just First and Khaotung making out for two hours because these boys kissed a lot in this special, they managed to say a lot. Golf managed to express their deep love of Thai cinema with the references that Wat was playing out. 

It also managed to get across how much these two boys really like each other, and it was kind of fun to see Akk and Kan working their way out of their internalized homophobia. Like it was not surprising to me that Akk and Kan wanted to do a lot of touching with their boyfriends. 

Nini

I really liked how it all came together: how Golf used their love of not just Thai cinema but queer cinema to sort of pull the threads together of the fight that Akk and Ayan were having. The petty fight and the serious fight, because they were having a fight on two levels. They were having a petty fight about—well, maybe not petty—but they were having a surface level fight about Ayan   paying attention to Akk and being lovey-dovey and soft with him, versus Ayan wanting Akk to be tougher with him because that's what he likes. And then that going to the deep level of the political, and then, on top of that, that being pulled together by the concept of film. And then even throwing in for us a little side story about Wat and what film means to him, and how he's not necessarily supported by his family—but he kind of is a little bit but mostly not—and how he has things to say and he feels strongly about those things

Like, they managed to do a lot with very little in this special and I really, really enjoyed it. It was very deep for what it was. Very thinkable piece. I really liked it. And then on top of that, they also get to have a little bit of coming-of-age nostalgia moments about leaving high school and moving into the real world. There's so much packed into those two hours. I was really impressed with how much they managed to get in there and have it feel organic.

Ben

I was incredibly impressed by this entire outing.

Nini

I liked the special on its own. I liked it in connection to the OG show. I liked it as a continuation of the OG show. I liked the things that it had to say and the way that it carried through its themes. I was impressed by how much it managed to fit in. I gave it a drama score of 9.5. I really thought it was very, very good.

Ben

But there was singing so she took half a point.

[both laugh]

Nini

I gave it a crack score of 8. The trope really was I guess “secret surprise” because the frame that this is all put in is Ayan preparing a surprise for Akk’s birthday, but it's a secret surprise where he's pretending that he doesn't remember and he's not going to celebrate Akk’s birthday, which is a little weird which is why I took the half point off really, because I hate that secret surprise trope.

Ben

It's one of those things where I don't really like it for Akk, but if fits with Ayan’s sort of, like…Ayan is the queer kid who reads too much theory. Like, he knows more than you. And so he doesn't always see you, specifically. Like, he outs Thua in the first show thinking he's helping him. Like, he kind of is but, like, he outs Thua and oversteps, and it's the same thing here with Akk. Like, he wants to surprise Akk. Like I don't think you should be surprising Akk, because so much of his Suppalo experience is about being guided by the things that are not being said that he's supposed to just interpret. 

If you're trying to deprogram him, you need to not do that to him. And the reason why, like I—I mostly let it go is because, as dense as Ayan can kind of be because he's too fucking smart for his own good, when Akk admitted in, like, the first fifteen minutes of the show that he hoped that they were gonna do cute boyfriend frolicking in the fields and taking pictures together, and Ayan was like, “Oh, I thought you were just kidding about that.”  

And Akk was like, “No! I was serious.” 

It's like, “All right? Well shit! Grab your camera!” And they frolicked! 

Nini

[laughs]

Ben

He gave his boyfriend the cute boyfriend shit he wanted to do, even if he teased him a little bit about it first.

Nini

I did like that too. I like that they don't have it together yet but they're willing to listen, and they're willing to do what it takes, I think. But, like I said, I'm knocking out a half a point for the secret surprise because I hate that trope. The crack score is an 8 because there's these set of dream sequences which are homages to Thai film and queer film, and I thought they were delightful. There's the Brokeback Mountain one and then there's the Golden Eagle one which is a Thai film then there's the Ong Bak one which is another Thai film and then there's another—

Ben

If you have not seen Ong Bak and you like action film, please go see Ong Bak. 

Nini

I have not watched Ong Bak. Of course, Ben has because he's a boy. 

Ben

I am a boy! Tony Jaa is amazing!

Nini

[laughs] I really liked that Golf gets to throw that in there as well. And it's fun. The Golden Eagle one especially is delightful. [laughs] It really is. So that's 9.5 and 8. Let's call that an 8.75. Ooh the maths is coming back! It's coming back! An 8.75 for The Eclipse.

Ben, what’d you give it?

Ben

I gave it a 9 because it's really coherent and that mattered a lot for me, because we had watched a lot of—I don't remember the exact order—but I remember just not being, like, necessarily, like, great at this point because a bunch of them were kind of…stuffed…or boring…and this wasn't. I was fully engaged the whole time, because Golf has such clear ideas in their work and they're all working together at various levels that they really wanted us to not miss.

49:50 - My School President

Nini

Moving on from The Eclipse onto the next rung on the ladder up: My School President. So the My School President fan fiction trope was AU, alternate universe, for all of the characters. I had a fucking blast with this. Ben, explain to the people what happened.

Ben

I'm gonna pre-react to the criticism, unfortunately.

My School President is a high school story about pursuing your long-term crush and the final year of your high school experience. There was no way My School President was going to get an epilogue story. So instead they flipped the seats of a bunch of the characters. 

So, in this version of the My School President story, Gun is the school president and Tinn is the member of the school band. This time named Lion instead of Chinzhilla. Instead of Tiwson being the school president's best friend, they keep Por, who is his bestie in this. Tiwson is a member of the band. Sound and Win switch positions in this, where Sound is the long-term member of the band. Win is the new hot boy who shows up who they recruit. They also decide to flip Yo and Pat in the story with each other, even though they're still both in the band. Gim becomes the principal, and Photjanee becomes the operator of the milk ice cream bar. 

And in the process of this, like, the same beats from the show. We still hit them, but they play out very differently because the core characterization of these couples don't shift. Which forces us to reckon with certain aspects of the characters that kind of get glossed over in the idealism of the original My School President run. For example, Tinn is so much braver than Gun. Gun is kind of a coward who is gripped by an intense sense of self-doubt, and it starts off almost immediately. Like there's some political commentary with the way Gun is selected as the school president. 250 votes were cast by parents to make Gun the president instead of going through the school voting process instead, which works as a quick shorthand for the show, but also works as a commentary on Thai parliamentary politics.

And so like he's not the school president because he wants to help Tinn. He's just sort of pushed into the position by his mom, and so the moments that they hit along the way, like the dancing together scene. That plays out differently because Gun backs off and ends up dancing with someone else. The whole Questions thing they did to get close to film the thing goes differently because Gun won't ask Tinn directly, but Tinn does ask him, but Gun backs down. 

It was interesting because, like, everyone still chose each other. But, like, in a weird way Tiwson and Por were the strong couple of this outing, anchoring for the rest of them. 

Like, in the original show Tinn and Gun are so obviously together that the force of their mutual attraction sort of just creates opportunity for the rest of these relationships to bubble up. This time around, Tiwson and Por are working together in the background to help Tinn and Gun get together because they want to come out as a couple. Which I thought was an interesting switch-up as well.

Nini

I really enjoyed that, despite shifting the characters around in terms of their positions and roles, that the cores of the characters remained exactly the same. And you see how the same people living a different life would become a different person. Like you talk about Gun being kind of a coward and he is kind of a coward even in the OG show. Tinn’s the brave one, and Tinn has to be the brave one because Gun's the one who's gonna back down. But also the Gun of the alternate universe—the multiverse of cuteness as it is called—the Gun of the alternate universe hasn't spent his whole life on stage being judged and knocked back. And developing that thick skin that he talks to Tinn about in the OG series, so he is much less resilient than the Gun of the OG series. And that makes a difference in how he navigates his crush on Tinn. 

Similarly to that, Tinn in the AU has not had the strictness of the OG Photjanee forced on him the whole time. The strictness and the straight lace-ness because things are a little looser for him. And so he feels more able to take the ball and run with it when he realizes how he feels. They redo the scene of them spending the night at the school and walking around, and this is where Tinn turns the Gun and is like, “Look, do you like me?” which is something Tinn wouldn't necessarily have asked in the OG series. 

But then Gun, faced with the opportunity to actually lock it down with his crush. He says no and he runs away which is not a thing that Tinn would have done. If Gun had ginned up the, the actual courage to ask Tinn if he liked him Tinn would have been like [inhales] taken a deep breath and been like, “Hell yell, let’s date.” It's really interesting watching how they take the same characters and, just by moving their positions in the story, they create a story that's different. 

Ben

And yet all the people still choose each other. They basically state the big idea at one point. The Gun character says maybe in another lifetime things would have gone better, and the Por and Tiwson of this universe slap that idea down and go, “Yeah, but you're not in those universes. You're in this one. Make the most of the life you have.” 

Nini

I really enjoyed this outing. I enjoyed what they took the opportunity of the Our Skyy special to say and to do. I agree with you. I don't think that an epilogue would have worked. My School President is so of its setting. I do not think that moving the boys into college and following them there—I don't feel like I would have been interested in seeing that because that's not the point of My School President.

My tagline for My School President was “perfect high school romance” and I think that's where it should stay.

Okay, so my drama score for My School President was 9.5, and I took off a half point because nobody made out. And, I'm sorry, I am shallow. I wanted somebody to kiss in this special. I didn't care who. Just somebody. So I took off half a point. But the crack score is a 10 because I mean it's an AU. There is nothing crackier than that, so that works out to what, like a 9.75? Yeah, I'm good with that.

Ben

So, I gave this one a 9 because it was a little heady and My School President is not a really heady show for me. But the whole AU concept was. Now, I liked it, but in terms of, like, recommending it to the people who liked My School President, it's kind of hard because they wanted more of what they loved in My School President and this is not exactly that? So, I gave it a 9. 

But I'm also with Nini, like nobody kissed in this one. And, again, young actors. I'm totally fine with them not kissing, but…their characters in the original show have really specific kisses, and, if they were more experienced and veteran actors, we would have gotten a different type of kiss from these characters because they are coming at each other very differently. And we don't get to offer that particular comparison here. So, minor knock for me as well.

Nini

We didn't even get to talk about the best part which was them doing a fake music video for a fake Aof song that incorporated Aof’s top three hits in the music videos, which are He’s Coming to Me, Bad Buddy, and A Tale of Thousand Stars. 

Ben

We didn't even talk about that.

Nini

Tiw and Por got to do A Tale of Thousand Stars. Sound and Win get to do Bad Buddy. And Gun and Tinn get to do He’s Coming to Me. So they, they paid homage to their granddaddy in "Aof" Noppharnach Chaiyahwimhon. Three of the greatest GMMTV BLs, and also the ones that sort of set the stage for My School President.

1:00:24 - Bad Buddy x A Tale of Thousand Stars

Nini

Onto the main event, and the main event of Our Skyy 2 was "Aof" Noppharnach giving the finger to GMMTV and saying, “Fuck you, I get four episodes to talk about what I want. And what I want to talk about is queer elders coming to terms with themselves, and I'm going to use anybody I want to talk about that.” AKA the Bad Buddy - A Tale of Thousand Stars crossover event. 

Ben, break it down for the people.

Ben

Whereas every other one of these projects except for My School President was in many ways an epilogue this is a mixture of…it's an epilogue or a post-show story for Tian and Phupha, but for Pran and Pat it's set between Bad Buddy episode 11 and Bad Buddy episode 12. It's the senior year for Pat and Pran. They are still closeted and having to keep up the architecture-engineering rivalry, though it looks like they've tried to smooth things over over the years because most of the beef is about who's bringing…brooms to…the charity project now. [laughs] But they're having some consternation because both groups need to put on a play as part of their class president activities, and after the normal Bad Buddy hijinks kick in, Pran reveals that he wants to adapt Tian's diary A Tale of Thousand Stars into a play for the architecture school.

And once they decide to follow this route, their teacher says that, because they don't have permission from the people whose story this actually is, they need to go find them and get said permission. Pran decides that they're going to go to Pha Pun Dao to talk to them directly, tell them how important it is that they want to tell this particular story. 

Before they can leave, Pat is forced to hang out with his engineering buddies and, because he has to pretend like he doesn't like Pran, he says something akin to, “That Pran guy. He'd be useless without me. I'm always having to help him.” Pran felt some kind of way about that and decided to leave Pat behind and go to Pha Pun Dao himself—much to his own chagrin—because he loves that boy, and got so nervous when he was walking around by himself without Pat. 

And over the course of these four episodes, Pat and Pran learn a little bit more about themselves and their dynamic—but mostly they really help Tian and Phupha work past some really fundamental struggles that they were having as a couple that Pat and Pran realized that they had moved past a long time ago. 

This crossover really elevates both works because Aof is obsessed with the idea that queer people make each other better and, by the end of this, we as a fandom seem rather split about it because those of us who liked both A Tale of Thousand Stars and Bad Buddy were able to appreciate how both stories impact each other. But, it seems like if you were really only into one of those stories, you resented the crossover in one way or another.

Nini

I think that's one reaction to it, but, I mean, we've seen among the clowns even people who were really into Bad Buddy but not so into A Tale of Thousand Stars really coming around on Tian and Phupha by the end of the special. I don't think we have like a Vice Versa situation in that, and we can discuss all the reasons that might be, but I think that definitely the crossover has made people who maybe didn't appreciate A Tale of Thousand Stars as much really appreciate A Tale of Thousand Stars and Tian and Phupha more now.

Ben

So where do you want to pick up with the beginning of this discussion? 

Nini

I think I want to start with the idea one of our fellow clowns first espoused, and really sort of set me off on this thought process, that this special—this whole crossover—is all about Phupha. Because, of all four characters in the OG shows, the only character who didn't really get an arc  was Phupha—this is Phupha’s arc. How do you feel about that as an idea—as a concept?

Ben

Since we're gonna start here, I'm gonna come out swinging.

Nini

Do it.

Ben

If you hate that Phupha is the focus character of this particular special, I need you to examine whether or not you actually care about gay men.

Phupha is a poor, hyper-masculine, closeted gay man, who's older than the other characters. He's about 35 at this point. There are so many queer people out there that you're never going to know about because they cannot live their lives loudly. 

We're recording in June right now. Pride month. Phupha’s not gonna show up at Bangkok Pride because 1) he's not coming to Bangkok, and 2) that's just not the place where he feels safe. It's not the place where he feels seen. It's not where all of the quiet gays are gonna go, or where the gays who have to be closeted for one reason or another are going to be. And it's easy to forget them because they're boring or they're less fun. 

I like that the story ends up being about: “How do we help Phupha break out of his own shell a little bit and let Tian love him just a little bit more?”

Nini

Phupha is this sort of stoic, very stern, character. I mean they lampooned that a little bit in the OG series for A Tale of Thousand Stars, and they lampoon him a little bit in the beginning of the crossover here, deflating him a little bit—kind of puncturing the whole stoic seme thing. But this is kind of who he is. 

This is, as you say, he's older. He's got real responsibilities. He's got a community to protect. He's…got people that he cares about that he needs to take care of. He is not the kind of guy who is going to, like you say, go to Bangkok Pride. He is the kind of guy who maybe has some internalized homophobia that he's dealing with—definitely has some internalized homophobia that he's dealing with. He is that guy who is trying to do the right thing all the time. And so often the right thing means him subsuming his actual desires in some kind of idea of him denying himself being what's best for the community.

And one of the things that the crossover brings forward, particularly in the person of Pat, who is diametrically opposed to the idea of subsuming himself for anybody. He only does it for Pran, and only, like, grudgingly. But, to put somebody like Pat, who is just loud and proud and just completely does not care about any ideas of masculinity or propriety or anything like that, and put that character in conversation of any kind with Phupha. It's so delightful to watch that happen because, of course, Pat immediately gloms onto him. He follows him around like a duckling—he imprints on him. 

He's like, “Oh, yes, Stern Daddy. I really, really like this vibe that you're givin’ off here. I'm just going to follow you around and bother the fuck out of you.” 

I think it was wen-kexing-apologist who said that Pat's entire job in the special is to terrorize the local elder gay. I Love it.

Ben

Pat and Pran. They both looked at Phupha, looked at each other, and then both said at the same time ‘WOULD.’ 

[both laugh]

Nini

I did see that. That was funny because it's true. They hang a lampshade on it at two points 1) when Pran runs into Phupha for the first time—him really having, like, a gay boy moment. [laughs] Like, the whole, like, slow-motion, turn-around, like, gasping gay boy moment.

Ben

He's read the, the diary and he's like “I get it.” Immediately!

[both laugh]

Nini

And then, to have Pat's moment come, where—because Pat's flirtation language is competition. So, of course he basically challenges Phupha to a duel in the form of a drinking contest. And then they wake up shirtless next to each other and think that they might have maybe…done something— 

Ben

They definitely did some stuff.

Nini

They made out. Just a little bit. They kissed a little bit. 

But I—I loved that! I loved that they were both really into him. Like it was clear that they were both attracted to him. It was very gay and very fun. But also they're just like, “No, I get it.” They—they both looked and they were just like, “Tian, I get you. I understand why you live in this village with [both laugh] no running water, and you have to sleep under a mosquito net every night. I get you! I understand you because, for this man, I would do these things.” Like, they get it.

It's kind of delightful.

Ben

I like how, when Pran first gets to the village, and Phupha passes out, Tian runs up and Pran’s like ‘who are you’ and Tian's like, “No. Who the fuck are you?”

[Nini laughs]

Ben

And, like, if Tian had been allowed to have a knife…

Nini

Pran would have been stopped at that point—fully stabbed. “Like, who the fuck are you and why are you talking to my man?” [laughs] Like, Tian lives in the village because he doesn't want anybody else to see Phupha. 

[both laugh]

Nini

Because he knows the minute any of these whores take a look at his man, if it's going to be a problem. 

Ben

In terms of the serious stuff. So, they've shown up to convince them to sign these papers. Going into this Pat and Pran are fighting a little bit because Pran feels guilty, and part of this journey for him was maybe seeing, like, if he actually needed Pat as much as he does. And he learns very quickly that he is not at his best without Pat. 

It's funny because Pat always knew this. Pat seemed to know already. Like, he says it in like episode 5 of Bad Buddy that he was not at his best when Pran was gone. 

But Pran wants to prove he doesn't need Pat's help, and when Pran shows up to try and convince him to sign Tian's like, “Fuck yeah! I wrote the diary so people would…maybe want to become teachers and appreciate what I have out here. Absolutely!” Phupha's like, “No, y'all not going to present me as some lovesick fool on your little stage.” 

And then Pran tries to talk to Phupha a couple of times and fails massively at it. Tries to lie to Phupha. And then Pat blocks the shit out of that by calling out the bullshit right away, because he's pissed at Pran for running off without him. So he's sabotaging some of Pran's efforts. And it isn't until the two of them start working together that they actually start making any fucking progress because…that's who they are.

Nini

But I think there's also, like, a really valid point to the fact that Pran—he tries to talk to Phupha about it at first and Phupha is not having it. You're right. But one of the reasons that Phupha is not having it is because he's looking at these kids and he's thinking, “These kids do not understand me. These kids have no idea of what my life is like. These kids have no idea of what our lives are like. These kids have never faced any kind of serious challenge. These are two dumb kids. I'm not gonna give them time of day. They don't get to tell my story.” 

And then, by the end, the thing that actually gets Phupha to agree to let them tell his story…is Pran actually dropping the bullshit—as you said—and saying to him, “You think I don't know what it's like to feel insecure? You think I don't know what it's like to feel like my partner deserves better than me? You think I don't know what that feels like? Oh, believe you me, I know what that feels like.” 

And, because at this point Phupha has spent an enormous amount of time with Pat, he's like,

“Okay, yeah, maybe you do understand what I'm going through.” 

And the way that that works out in the end—and I mean we're kind of skipping back and forth through the story at this point—but the way that that works out at the end is Phupha saying, “Okay, you get to tell my story, but you have to tell my story because you understand me.” His condition for signing off on them doing the play is that they play the roles of him and Tian, because they understand him. I thought that was really—a really great way to follow that thread through the story. I really enjoyed that part.

Ben

I like the subtle way Aof played with our expectations about who would identify with who. Like, they made Tian and Pran resemble each other. Tian was like, “Fuck this twink,” right away as soon as Pran showed up. 

[Nini laughs]

But then, like, Pran helps him. Pran helps him in the class and Tian softens very quickly to Pran. 

Because of how physically macho Pat is—like, there's this expectation that he and Phupha are gonna be super similar to each other—and there's an interesting subtle commentary that Aof does there in that it's the more creative one, who's way too close to his mom, who's more like the hyper-masculine dude, because both of them are masking in their lives. 

Like, Phupha is hyper-masculine because that's what's expected of him. And like people pick at Phupha about this a little bit, but he is trying to live up to the role that he is told he's supposed to fulfill. And Pran also suffers under the expectations of who his mom expects him to be, and it's interesting for me that Aof, over the course of these three episodes when they're all together, Aof says Pran and Phupha have more in common because they are carrying so much homophobia on their shoulders, and that's why the two of them probably understand each other best.

Nini

Using the yaoi tropes again, a talk about who is the seme and who's the uke in the story in terms of who's the pursuer and who's the pursued, and…if you look at it, like, then you can clearly see that it's Tian and Pat who are aligned because Pat pursued Pran and Tian pursued Phupha. They are the semes even though it seems that Tian would be an uke. He's not. He actually pursued Phupha. 

So in the narrative sense. He's the seme. It's just very fun, this playing with the idea of what is a seme and what is an uke. And, again to use the yaoi terms—which you know I don't like to use ‘cause I don't really know the yaoi or rock with the yaoi. But, that idea of who is…pursuing the relationship, leading the relationship—like that's Tian and that's Pat. 

And in terms of who is being pulled along by their partner in a kind of a way that's Phupha and that’s Pran. So, I do like how Aof leans into this…because again, it subverts expectations in a particular kind of way. But also it makes so much sense. 

Ben

There's two subtle things that I really want to point out, and I want to talk about them a little.

First, Pat and Pran use titles for Tian and Phupha the whole time. And the other thing is about how nobody really knows anything about anybody in this. So, like, we're gonna call them Tian and Phupha, Pat and Pran, because we're inside of these people's stories with them. But it's interesting to me that Pran and Pat never cross a familiarity line with Tian and Phupha in the brief time they're with them. They refer to them as Teacher and Chief only the entire time.

Nini

I like that because it's a nod to their roles as adults because Pat and Pran are still kids. They're still college students, and Tian and Phupha are adults to them. But, in some ways, Pat and Pran have progressed much further in their relationship than Tian and Phupha have because they've been through more—just from the nature of their whole history. And they've crossed barriers and boundaries and, and parts of their relationship that Tian and Phupha are just confronting or haven't even confronted yet. And I liked that. 

I liked, also, that interplay of the younger ones being the ones to teach the older ones something. I really like that because I feel like that's what's happening now not just in—not just in queer circles—because that's definitely happening in queer circles. But also just in terms of generalization. Like, if you're not a complete douche and you're our age—well I say our age. I'm about 10 years older than Ben. Not ten, but…when you've crossed a certain Rubicon in the adulting game. Let's put it that way.

Right now. The kids are teaching us like a whole bunch of stuff as long as you're not a dick, like, and you remain open, the kids can teach you all kinds of shit that you never thought was possible to learn about yourself at this stage in your life. And I really like that Aof played with that because Aof’s about my age, and I like that he is the kind of person who understands that the young uns have things to teach us as well. Like, we have things to teach them—clearly and obviously—and we want to make a better world for them—clearly and obviously. But also, there's so much shit that we can learn from them when it comes to just fucking unclenching, because that's what happens here! Like, all of this is in service of Phupha just fucking unclenching. 

Ben

And this is what I mean about having other queer people, like it isn't just about your boyfriend. You need queer friends. Like, Tian blossoms almost immediately when he realizes that Pat and Pran are a couple—that they're not just friends. As soon as Pat flirts with him a little bit at breakfast and Pran shoves a spoon into his mouth, you can see Tian instantly relaxes and it's like, “Okay” and is more receptive to what these two are here for. And for Phupha. Like, yeah, it's one thing to just be into Tian and that be a thing, but to have someone like Pat roaming around actively flirting with him all the time, that also forced Phupha to reckon with who he is. 

And it's funny, because, like, Pat and Pran are actually closeted. They basically, like, admit it to Tian and Phupha as a sort of a de facto thing. But, like, the two of them are away from the world where they have to hide. So they're on top of each other. They're constantly touching each other. They're flirting constantly…

Nini

They're fucking in the tent twenty feet away from them. [laughs]

Ben

We'll get there in a second. We’ll be there in a second. [Nini laughs] But they're so obviously obsessed with each other. And like Nini said, like during the rescue bit, Kampung is not in the tent with them where he's supposed to be. And so the boys are like, “Oh, I guess the kid decided to go stay with Phupha and Tian. Great! My foot is hurting me because I twisted my ankle, but let's get it in!” And then in the morning Pat limps to breakfast asking, “What's my score for last night?”

Nini

I love that they just fuck their way through all their problems. It's delightful. I enjoy it.

Ben

One of the sad things with Tian and Phupha is…they have to keep waiting for the other person to be asleep to be affectionate with them, and that's one of the big things that I'm really glad that they start to work through towards the end of this. Like, I'm really proud of Phupha for listening to the man who he loves, and the person who is inspired by the man who he loves. 

Like, it’s so fascinating. Like—like Pran ran on this whole trip thinking he was Tian, met Phupha, realized he was Phupha, and was able to reach across that gap and say, “Please trust me. We got you.” And Phupha said, “Okay.” 

There's a lot of consternation in the fandom right now about taking score between Pat and Pran about who sacrifices more, or what should or shouldn't be said. I'm not particularly interested in that particular conversation. Pat and Pran love each other. They're adults. They've committed to each other. Sometimes you're gonna be with other gays and you're not going to understand how they work, and you just have to accept that their dynamic is their dynamic. It's not about who wins. It's about who cares for you—and they clearly care for each other.

Nini

I think part of what it is, as well, is—it sounds bad, but go with me on this right? I am a great proponent of therapy. I believe in it. I am in therapy. I have been in therapy for years. I recommend therapy to everybody. But there is a certain level of therapized that I think is not necessarily good for us…And that is as somebody who believes in the power of therapy to change and save lives. I think that this idea that everything is pathologized, that you always have to be on the lookout because somebody's trying to get you in some kind of way—I think that it can be harmful to relationships and to our understanding of relationships in certain ways, because not everything that is unbalanced or imbalanced is harmful. 

And I think that one of the problems that I'm having with…not so much the show, but the fandom reaction to it is…that yes, Pat and Pran’s relationship looks unbalanced from the outside. It probably is unbalanced in certain ways. But that doesn't mean that it's harmful. But there's this idea that because of—again this is a, a therapized lens that unbalanced equals harmful, and I don't think that's necessarily the case. 

One of the things that I really don't grok onto and, to be fair…I am very…I am a Bad Buddy fun. I am a Pat and Pran fan. I am a fan of the characters separately and together. And one of the things that…I am really personally sticky and icky about is this idea in certain parts…that Pat and Pran do not love each other equally, or Pran does not love Pat enough, or Pat loves Pran more—all these ideas of particular kind of imbalances between them. And my whole thing is—Who are they and what do they need and what do they want from each other? What does Pat actually need from Pran? Is he getting it? He absolutely is.

So this idea of keeping score between the characters—or keeping score in relationships in general if you, if you broaden out to the idea of relationships—I feel like it doesn't serve. I feel like it's…reductive. And I feel like looking at these characters through that lens is not the way that Aof is portraying these characters, or wants the audience to look at these characters. Because I think that Aof is a person who is…very tuned into certain ideas that he wants to portray—certain things that he wants to portray about queerness and queer community and queer relationships—and…I think that to reduce probably the greatest queer relationship that he has put on screen in Pat and Pran to score keeping, when score keeping is a part of their history that they have deliberately stepped away from because they were forced into it. I feel like it misunderstands what he's trying to do and say with these characters…

And that's just my opinion, and I will admit a hundred percent that I am very precious about these two particular characters. I'm very precious about a lot of Aof characters because I feel that Aof writes characters in a way that I understand them intrinsically. But these two characters in particular I feel very precious about. And, I feel like to see them like that in the context of somehow keeping score between them is to not see them at all.

Ben

Pat only cares about one score and he asks Pran for it directly every morning.

Nini

And that's a fact. [laughs]

Ben

And that's the big thing for me! Like, they were kind of having a fight and most of it was Pran’s insecurity because Pran is a little bit embarrassed about what he's asked Pat to do for him. And they get over that almost immediately. They get to Pha Pun Dao. They see Tian and Phupha and they're like, “Oh, man. These guys are older than us, but they're like…four episodes behind us. [laughs] So, we got to catch these gays up quick!” And they—they instantly get over whatever their beef is and they start playing out their kinks the way they always do. They start cosplaying as Tian and Phupha…and flirting with each other.

Nini

And they do in the end have a little bit of a resolution to their…really not much of a fight, fight. And, there's two resolutions, really. 

The first resolution is the resolution they get in Pha Pun Dao which is, “Look, I can't fucking live without you, and you can't fucking live without me, and we agree on that. So, let's dead the shit.” And they did! And it was fine, because the shit was never really live in terms of a fight being live in the first place. They were fucking their way through that whole fight…and that's how they deal with things, and it works for them, and it's fine. 

And then they get a second resolution that Phupha gives them—a gift—which is, “I get to be in the open with you, even if it's just on stage. I get to be a lover in public.” And it works for me.

Ben

They even tried to redeem Wai a little bit.

Nini

It's still fuck Wai forever in these parts.

Ben

[laughs] He doesn't drop the curtain this time. Instead, he's like, “Give the people the kiss they need!”

Nini

It's still fuck Wai forever in these parts. [laughs]

Ben

And it's interesting, too, in terms of that particular gift. It works out in a couple of ways because Phupha gets to see a bunch of people react to their story. People are loving it. Lesbians are crying over them. One of the lesbians is moaning, “Why don't they just fuck already!” 

[both laugh]

Ben

He gets to see people love them through this play, and then this gives Pran something that he's wanted: Pran his on socials after the play seeing people making fanvids about him and Pat. Which is something that he wants. He wants to be in the open with Pat because he knows that's what Pat wants, and this is the closest they're gonna get for now. And he is relieved to just see that. 

But again, Pat is not worried about that. He's like, “Oh good, good. Did you get what you want?” and he's like, “All right. Let's stop fucking around with all this other stuff. Can we kiss as ourselves now?” 

And they do!

Nini

We've talked a lot about Pat and Pran here and we've kind of scratched the surface on Tian and Phupha. But I really want to get into Phupha because the main thing that the special is doing is unlocking Phupha for the audience, because—like I said—all the other characters have had their arcs in the OG series that we're looking at. Only Phupha has really been holding the line, so to speak. 

And this is Phupha's unveiling. It's his opening. This is Phupha getting harassed by a baby gay. Terrorized, actually, by a baby gay. Realizing that, “Oh my god. The baby gays came to town, and they fucked in a tent twenty feet away from us, and the world didn't fucking end. So maybe…I, too, can fuck my man and the world won’t end.” 

[both laugh]

And then he proceeds to do just that.

Ben

I really like the way Aof went about doing it. Phupha primps himself up, rents an expensive vehicle, picks up Tian, and then goes with Tian to a cute cafe and lets Tian show him off a little bit, even if it made him a little bit nervous to be fawned over.

Nini

He let Tian, like, dress him up! Like, he let Tian take him shopping! He let Tian babygirl him a little bit. He let Tian spend a little money! It was nice!

Ben

That felt like a big deal because he mentioned it. He's like the money on one of these dishes could feed the village for a week in Pha Pun Dao, but he lets it go. Tian is actually a rich kid. This is part of what Phupha knows Tian gave up to be with him and so, when they're in Bangkok, he relents. He lets Tian dress him up like a Ken until Tian is satisfied with the look. And unsurprisingly, Tian chooses something very sleek, masculine, and comfortable for Phupha.

And then Phupha shows up and meets the parents. This is a huge deal too because Phupha was nervous about this because he feels like he took their son from them, and that he overstepped because Tian's dad was once a superior in the military. And all they say is, “We're gonna give you the thing that's most important to us. Take care of it.” And they acknowledge his filial piety to his father when Tian—when Phupha—admits that the reason he's a forest ranger is because his dad loved that mountain and felt a need to take care of it and the people who maintain it. And they were like, “Respect that.”

And then he proposes!

Nini

Okay y’all know how I feel about the BL weddings and the BL proposals. Y’all know that I am usually kind of, like, sitting in the corner, like, with my hands over my eyes. But this one, y'all, I was deep in my feelings. The tears came out. It was beautiful. I fucking loved this proposal. It was perfect.

Ben

I think I liked it because it wasn't a grand gesture in front of a bunch of people.

Nini

That's exactly why I liked it. [laughs]

Ben

It was for them. It was Phupha finally saying that he wasn't going to hold back anymore, and then they had loud obnoxious sex in the hotel room.

Nini

I just like that the loud obnoxious sex started like way before this. Like, the loud obnoxious sex started—like the idea of loud obnoxious sex of course was started by Pat, because that's Pat's entire brand. When he was walking around in the forest with Phupha, like, pretending to worry about Pran when he knows Pran is gonna be fine, and telling Phupha, like, “I mean I'm just going to sniff him out and, like, what do you mean you're not going to sniff out your man. Like, don't you know what he smells like? He smells so good.”

[both laugh]

Ben

You know, I don't think that's underlined really loudly in the show but like Pat says it quite plainly to Tian. He's like, “We don't need to go roaming around. Phupha’s experienced and good at his job, and Pran's really smart. We should really just stay here.”

[both laugh]

Like, nobody believes in Pran more than Pat.

Nini

Nobody. Absolutely nobody. Pat is like, “Listen. He's gonna be fine. I'm not particularly worried about him.” Like, both times. Both when he was wandering around in the woods with Phupha and when he was trying to get Tian to sit his ass down and be a heart patient like he's supposed to be. Both times he's just like, “I am not worried about Pran. Like, can we just focus on what the real problem is here. The real problem here is that your man is going unsniffed. Y’all are having a fight that y'all don't need to be having.” 

I loved Pat’s whole energy in Pha Pun Dao. He was just like, “I'm just gonna vibe. I'm just glad to be here. I like being able to be out in the open with Pran. We are literally a million miles away from Bangkok. I can just be out here and just love on Pran the way that I feel like lovin’ on Pran—” 

Ben

“I'm here to test the structural integrity of the teacher's house.”

Nini

All of that! “I'm here to fuck in a tent and ask the next morning if I did good.” He was just vibing the entire time, and then he got the bonus vibe of running into Phupha who he has—I'm sorry—a major fucking crush on. He does. It’s canon. We're gonna leave it at that. He brought the sex pest fairy godmother energy to Pha Pun Dao, and he's just like, “Listen, y'all are having a fight. Have you tried fucking about it? I have found that to be a very—”

[Ben laughs]

“—I found that to be very helpful method of solving problems. Y’all should just fuck! Give him a good old sniff. He smells real good. Have you noticed that?” 

And it works! Like, Phupha at first is like, “Oh my God, get this kid away from me.”

Ben

Pat said, “Dick is not magical. It doesn't fix you. But! You look like you could use a little bit of a stress release.”

[both laugh]

Nini

And he's not wrong. And I love that despite the fact that Phupha spends the entire time being like, “Oh my God, child, get away from me. You are so annoying.” The minute Patt leaves, he's just like, “Okay. I'm [gonna] try what the kid said.” 

And he does it!

Ben

He goes back to all of their most romantic moments that he downplayed previously and gives them to Tian. Tian doesn't even know what to do with it at first because they've been so cold for a while.

Nini

He takes Tian back to the waterfall, and he's just like, “You said that I sneaked to look at you and I did but I ain't sneaking now! I'ma look.” And then he goes further than that. He said, “Not only am I going to look. I am going to make sure that you get a good look.” 

Ben

[singsong] Take a good hard look!

Nini

And like, like you said at first Tian is like, “What is happening here?” because Phupha is being so open, which I don't think he's ever been before.

Ben

And, like, Phupha was kind of manipulative about it because he made Tian relent and so Tian thought he was being, like, punished at first. Like, Phupha was teasing him because Tian's never made his attraction really quiet.

And then they finally get the stern dicking they've been needing. And Phupha…steals a line from the kids: “What's my score for last night?”

Nini

It was so fun. And Tian is just like, “Your what?” Like, Tian is fully enjoying this and I love that for him because one of the things I think people forget throughout the course of A Tale of Thousand Stars is that the Tian who starts the tale—he's sexy! Tian at the beginning of the story, he's got this edge to him. The sexy edge, and that kinda gets whittled away a little bit in Pha Pun Dao. But, that's still who he is. 

And I like that at the end of the tale when we get here to the epilogue that he gets to be that again. He gets to pull out that sexy edge that is part of him and use it on his man. Like, he babygirls him, he takes him shopping, and then, when he lookin’ all nice, he leans into him and he be like, “You're real handsome. Do you have a boyfriend?” And I'm just like this is Tian! This is Tian that I remember!

Ben

And then he pushes Phupha in that bed, and he's like, “I've been waiting for five years. I'm ‘bout to get what's mine.”

[both laugh]

Nini

Phupha’s like, “What are you doing?” He's like, “Don't worry about it.” [laughs]

Ben

He’s like, “Don't worry about it, babygirl. I’ma take care of you tonight.”

[both laugh]

Nini

And I love that. I love that so much. Phupha is, like, panicked about it for a minute, and he's like [sighs]. He's decides. He's like, “Let go, let flow.” He's like, “All right. This how you want it?” and Tian's like, “Uh-huh,” and he's like, “All right, let's do this!” [laughs] I loved It. I loved it so much. 

I love that at this stage of his life Phupha just learns to like—you know what? He's like, “Sometimes you just gotta un-fucking-clench.” And he just, he lets it all go.

Ben

I don't usually like talking about sexual positions around here because…of the way people project onto them, but I really like the implication in the final scene that this might be the first time Phupha really switches with Tian in a way that's also him emotionally… because you do have to unclench if you want to enjoy that particular act.

Nini

[laughs] In more ways than one!

Ben

It works really well because of the proposal. Like, Phupha's putting it all in the line. He's actually putting himself on the line. And he's going to be a complete partner to Tian, and is also going to relent and let Tian have some of the things that he wants. 

Like Tian is happy in Pha Pun Dao. He doesn't hate their lives there. He just says, “I want you to come home and see my parents once a year. It's important to me. I just want you to come down for that. And when we're here, let me treat you nicely.” 

Like, even if their lives aren't gonna always be there—like Tian may someday have to take care of the responsibilities of his parents getting older. But, I feel better about them facing that now as two people who are fully committed to each other than Phupha’s whole waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop thing all the time.

Nini

I just…really liked…getting to see…Phupha just…be… We never get to see him just be. Once he internalizes what Pat and Pran say to him, at every point from then what we see is him getting to just be. Yeah, in a slutty way—which I personally enjoy. But also just not worrying so much about what the things he's doing say about him. And yeah, there are, like, moments of that, like, when they get to the play and the curtain goes up, you see him starting to, like, freak out a little bit. But as the play goes on he relaxes.

I like that he leans into both the relaxed energy and the slutty energy, because I feel like the slutty energy is incredibly important. Like, one of the things that I really enjoyed about the final episode of the crossover was that mosquito net moment because—

Ben

Oh my God…finally.

Nini

That's so many things! That's Aof acknowledging that he was maybe slightly too precious with their sexuality in A Tale of Thousand Stars. That's Aof acknowledging that, maybe yeah, they should have kissed there. That's also Phupha acknowledging a bunch of stuff. That's also Tian getting to recast those moments in his mind.

Ben

I also love that Aof basically gave them the Bad Buddy post-credits scene.

Nini

Now, everybody’s saying that, but to me I just remember that the A Tale of Thousand Stars post-credits scene wasn't sideways either. Like, they wrastled in that A Tale of Thousand Stars post-credits scene. Like, Tian had to ask for the dick but he got it.

Ben

I'm just very satisfied by the outing this time.

Nini

I really, really enjoyed it, and I think that a lot of the Sturm und Drang around it is because of these ideas—again once again—these ideas about balance, and feeling like it was maybe unbalanced between Pat and Pran, and Tian and Phupha. But I don't think those ideas of balance are relevant to what Aof was trying to do here. I think that using Pat and Pran—who are a solid, established couple who we know are pulling through anything because we've seen their future already—using them as a conduit, or a catalyst, or a support to pull Tian and Phupha through a hurdle that could break them. I was fine with it in the end. 

Like, I went through a lot of like—you know. I mean, you know because you were in these discussions with me and you and the clowns, like, sort of pulling through, like, how we feel about this. 

Ben

Everybody else is having a difficult time. I was vibing so hard for like—[laughs] for like two weeks! Everybody else is like, “Oh I don't like this episode!!” Like, everybody was mad after episode 3! Me…I thought that episode was great. They're like, “I hate how long they were lost in the woods.” I'm like, “Well, that was the whole point.”

They were lost in the woods. They were all circling around an issue, and the issue is really simple. Like, just sit still and let other people find you. Because that's what you need to do, baby gays, sometimes, it's sit still so we can fucking find you! And help you!

[both laugh]

Ben

All right! Let's talk about the actors.

Nini

Watching these four get to vibe together. I want to see it. And not just the four of them vibing together, but…the…pairings because they gave us like a mix and match. So, they gave us every single pairing that you could get out of these four actors, and everyone was delightful and delectable. And I enjoyed every single one of them, but I particularly enjoyed pairing Ohm with Earth. 

Ben

I really liked… the pairing of Nanon and Mix, and I don't know what we need to do to see those two work together again, but I would like to see the two of them take on meaty characters together.

Nini

I mean they're gonna be in The Jungle together. 

Ben

Are they? Well well well…

Nini

Yeah, maybe you might have to watch The Jungle. [laughs]

Ben might have to watch a straight show!

Ben

No…we just did that! It sucked!

[both laugh]

Ben

I loved Mix in this. Like, we've seen MIx and Earth together a couple of times, and you talked about this during episode two. Their drunken walk home together felt like Phupha and Tian, not Jim and Wen.

Nini

They made it feel so different, even with similar framing, even with similar camera work, even with the same actors, and the same director. They made that moment feel completely different from Jim and Wen's moment doing the same activity, and I—hats off, I bow down. I appreciate actors—y’all know that.

Ben

I like how all four of them managed to make their dynamics feel lived in.

Like, Pat and Pran felt settled. Like, they have some long-term difficulties to deal with—some of which are never gonna go away—but it was kind of interesting for me knowing that they're rock solid by the end of BB 12 that you can see them starting to get there now. Where Pran is nervous that this can't work forever because Pat is too loud. He…needs to be loud about stuff.

But, like, you can see the signs here of them giving themselves openings. Here, like with the play, with Pat going home to his dad later and giving him the liquor that Pran got in Singapore, loudly climbing through Pran's window when he comes back to Bangkok…to go play with his guitar in his room.

Nini

Pat needs to be loud. Pran knows Pat needs to be loud. And the journey that they're setting off on through the special—I can't even say that it culminates in Bad Buddy 12 ‘cause it doesn't. It continues in Bad Buddy 12, but it culminates at some point in a future that we don't get to see. And there's something to be said about Aof putting that way-way off…and the things that he wants to say to the baby gays and the elder gays.

Hoo! Man, I've been feeling Aof lately. Like, Moonlight Chicken, like, unraveled something in me. And going back to some of his earlier works in the light of Moonlight Chicken because part of the whole point of the crossover—and of crossovers in general—but in this particular crossover is intertextuality. When we were talking about Bad Buddy. When we were, like, thick in the things of Bad Buddy. We're talking about text and subtext and metatext working together to tell this story, and the thing that didn't become a part of that story—there were hints of it, mostly in the Pa and Ink storyline—but the thing that was hinted at, but not really fully grasped onto, was intertextuality.

Like, the conversation that different pieces of art are having between themselves. And one thing that this special—that the crossover delves into now—is the intertextuality.

Ben

I particularly like it because you have two leads interacting with each other and I find that sometimes we can get a little too archetypical about the leads of shows. By forcing the audience to consider who Pat and Pran are relative to Tian and Phupha, it forces you to revisit how you've been viewing them the whole time. Like, Pran thinking that he was Tian, and us maybe getting a little too caught up in that. Because, like we called it at the end of the first episode! We're like, “Why does he look so much like Tian? That feels off.” And it was off! 

Oh. I wasn't trying to make a pun there.

He's not like Tian. Like, as soon as I saw them I was like, “Why would they compare him to Tian? He doesn't feel like Tian to me?” I was right! And so, we get to the end of this whole shebang, and I am having a blast. Like I'm watching people having to sort themselves out like “Did I like this? Did I not like this?” 

I was drinking a mojito, having a good time, after this ended. I was drunk at the reception hanging out with some lesbians.

Nini

I mean in the end is it not the place that you want to be? I feel like it all worked out super well, and one of the reasons that it worked out super well is that these two stories had to be in some ways told together. And yeah, one got a little subsumed to the other. But that's the way that it had to be at this point in time.

Ben

I think it was pragmatic.

Nini

Yeah, I think if we had caught up with them and done this crossover at a different stage in each of their relationships a different problem would have come to the surface, and maybe a different arrangement of the two couples might have happened. And that's also something that we need to think about in terms of the specifics of when in the story narrative and the timeline of the stories that Aof chose to set this particular crossover. 

When it comes to Aof I'm always thinking about what he's trying to do, because one of the things that has been very clear to me throughout his oeuvre, but particularly in Bad Buddy, is that…he is always going to tell the story that he wants to tell. He's not overly concerned about making it fit into certain narrative structures. He's not overly concerned about making it fit into audience expectations. He wants to tell certain stories, and that's what he's gonna do. And that was made very clear to me with Bad Buddy 12, because that defied every narrative expectation—every audience expectation—to speak a truth that Aof had on his spirit.

Ben

The other thing for me—this is the part where I’m gonna get a little bit grumpy again. It is expensive to make television. Like, the biggest thing that stands out to me with all of Our Skyy is how stripped-down all of it looked.

Like they filmed in like one or two locations at most it felt like half the time, and they had really short filming schedules, and everybody had to be good very quickly. There's not a lot of runup time. It feels like people just brought whatever they still had left from the last performance and they just ran with it. Everybody had to be really good, and it's expensive to film on that mountain. And so Aof needed to justify that particular crossover, by using the most potent talent he had.

Like, there's a huge Bad Buddy fandom. There's a pretty solid contingent of people who like A Tale of Thousand Stars. And for A Tale of Thousand Stars to get something good, he needed to merge the Bad Buddy budget with the Thousand Stars budget.

But also, they didn't want to touch their ending, which is why he sets Bad Buddy before its ending, but Tian and Phupha only at the beginning of their romance when we leave them. They have more work to do, so they can have an epilogue story that really hammers into some really interesting stuff, which we just spent the last hour or so talking about. 

But it's done really efficiently! Like for the most part we all seem to enjoy Our Skyy, and they manage to do that with their limited budget. Like Pat and Pran are in a different room because it's probably cheaper to use this room. There's less people in Pha Pun Dao this time. Au is running around in the background as an extra! Wasn't he the damn director of the Kwan and Riam play? [shushes] Don't pay attention to that. A bunch of guys are running around with masks on—that's probably just crew members!

Nini

I did sort of love that chewing gum and string energy these productions can bring that is really sort of the heart of the Our Skyy franchise. I feel like I like that because to me that means it's for the art. If you're going to do this on chewing gum and string it's because you really fucking care. Like if you're going to do a story like this on string and chewing gum, it's because you really want to tell this fucking story. And in the end that's where I land on the vast majority of Our Skyy 2.

Ben

So what's our final verdict on Our Skyy then? Worth it? Not worth it?

Nini

Before we get to our final verdict on our Our Skyy, we didn't give our final verdict on the crossover. 

Ben

Oh, it's a 10. [slams desk and laughs]

Nini

It's a 10! It's a 10! It's a 10! Let's just—let's just—let's let it go. Right? It's a 10 for drama and a 10 for crack because what is more cracky than a crossover? And so it averages out to 10. Have I got quibbles with it? Yes. Do they, in the grand scheme of things, matter to my enjoyment of it? Absolutely not. It's a 10—point blank period.

Ben

It didn't waste my time. They set out a really interesting premise: what if Tian published his diary? What if “lonely queer looking for meaning and community” Pran found it? What if he met them? What do they do if they meet each other? Like, they follow through on that in a way that gave us so much to talk about for two weeks. 

And it was fun seeing the whole fandom come alive and see people revisit characters! It was fun seeing people change their opinions on Phupha, and even Earth and Mix as the result of watching this. That was so much fun. 

Nini

It was delightful. It was enjoyable. It was meaningful. It was narratively enjoyable at least for me, it was a 10. I loved it and one of the things that I love most about it is that Pat gets to lick Pran's finger this time.

Ben

Oh my god.

Nini

I mean, it's just the slutiness of it all! Pat gets to lick Pran's finger. Phupha gets to touch his titties in a sexy kind of way. They get to make out with that damn mosquito net, and I enjoyed every single second of it. I laughed, I cried, I…felt warmth deep inside. 

1:59:13 - Overall Score for Our Skyy 2

Nini

All that said, in terms of the overall—let’s give an overall score for Our Skyy 2. Ben, what do you think?

Ben

With the caveat that you should only really engage with the Our Skyy content if you liked the original show, it's a 9. 

Like, I didn't like Vice Versa and I didn't like Star in My Mind when I watched them the first time, and so everything I didn't like about those shows was present in their Our Skyy offerings. I don't think it's very fair of me to be especially mean about their Our Skyy offerings when they are in line with what the audience has been taught to expect. If the audience likes that more power to them. But for the six shows that I genuinely liked, I had a good time with these. 

Like, the weakest shows in this that I had a hard time with on the front end were A Boss and a Babe and Never Let Me Go. And I really liked what Jojo did with Never Let Me Go, and I thought that A Boss and a Babe actually had a really interesting story this time. But I loved The Eclipse and I thought Golf was great with this outing. I thought the cast was great in The Eclipse outing, and I felt like that about Bad Buddy and A Tale of Thousand Stars, and I felt like that about My School President. 

I had a great time! It gets a 9 overall. Like, there are quibbles—it's not always the best thing, and it forces you to maybe look back at a show and alter the way you felt about it. And if you'd rather lock the show in a mental prism of where you last left it, maybe don't watch these offerings? But if you grow and change, and you kind of want to imagine what your characters are like if they also grow and change, then maybe it's worth checking out for you. 

It's a 9. Highly recommended.

Nini

For you, the score is always about a recommendation. For me, it's always about do I like this? How much do I like this? And for me, for the vast majority of Our Skyy, I fuckin’ loved it. So I also give it a 9. I don't have any caveats about recommending it to anybody or anything like that. I just had, for the most part, a whale of a fucking time. And so, it's a 9! I enjoyed myself! 

So kind of in our own form of intertextuality harkening back to our Season 2: Electric Boogaloo episode of the Spring Series, and talking about sequels. So, Ben, after Our Skyy 2, how are you feeling about sequels?

Ben

Enthusiastic? [laughs] I mean, come on, man, like, this was fucking good. We need to think about how these characters stay together. That can be so rewarding to think about and it's good for the audience to think about it. 

I hope we see Pat and Pran in 10 years after their little sprout has blossomed, and maybe they're considering something else. I'm totally down to return to characters every couple of years for check-ins. That totally works for me, and I think that there is value in transitioning the types of stories we tell with characters over time, because they're going to face a variety of situations over time, so it can be so, so rewarding for us as viewers to go on those new journeys with them.

Nini

How do I…feel about sequels? Again, it's the same way I always feel. I feel like when there's story still to tell, I'm ready to see it. I'm ready to hear it. And if I feel like there isn't anything left to say, then I'm not interested. That's largely where I landed with the Our Skyy episodes for the most part where I felt like there was story left to tell. I thoroughly enjoyed getting that story and then those, like Star in My Mind, where I felt like there was no story, I wasn’t really interested. 

So, do I feel pumped about sequels and the whole idea of following these boys into the “staying together” part of things? Yes, that's something that I'm always going to enjoy, and if that means conflict, I am fine with that. I enjoy watching them navigate that, whether the conflict is minor or  major, I am having a blast with that in my mind. 

And…I can't wait for Our Skyy 3. 

That is going to wrap us up on the Our Skyy 2 episode. Y'all are going to hear the edited version of this, but I just want you all to know that we've been talking for three hours, and we've been having a great time. See y’all in the next one. Say bye to the people, Ben.

Ben

Welcome back, my boyfriend!

Nini

[laughs] Bye.

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As some people may know i'm going to start writing one shots so i made a list of promts feel free to use these i can do other promts and things this is just ideas but there are some things i won't do like smut i will let you know if i'm uncomfortable with your request and explain that i'm uncomfortable with that and if you send in a request i'm a small account so i can pretty much guarantee that i'll get your request done within 27 hours lol but for now enjoy my promts!

1 "Aw, look at you!"

"Stop touching me."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to annoy you; you're just so cute."

2 "Do you even realize how cute you are?"

"Oh yes, I'm adorable. I'm a fucking delight."

3 "I just can't get over the fact that you said yes."

(while gazing at their ring) "Believe it, baby. I said yes over a year ago."

"I know... but still."

4"I've never met anyone that makes me feel the way you do."

"Crazy?"

"Yes but in the best possible way."

5"Stop touching me."

"But I wanna cuddle!"

"Oh, well then why didn't you just say so. C'mere."

6"Do you know who's the best person in the world?"

"Me?"

"No, me but only because you make me the best person."

7"I want to be better for you."

8 "I want to deserve you and I never will unless I become a better person."

9 "I still can't believe you love me."

"Better believe it, baby."

10 "I'm crazy about you."

"Yeah, you're crazy alright."

11"Kiss me!"

"Never."

(pouting)

"Oh, I was kidding! Stop pouting like that."

12 "You're my favorite!"

"You married me, so I really hope I'm your favorite."

13 "Have you ever thought about leaving me?"

"I'd be a fool to ever want to leave you."

14 "You are the best."

"Not nearly as best as you!"

"That made no sense."

"Only because you don't understand how incredible you are."

"No, that just grammatically didn't make sense."

15 "Quit being a grammar junkie!"

"Why don't you come over here and make me?" (😘😉)

16 #11 “I’m tired” “I can see that babe” “Sleep with me?” “mhm”

17 “Kiss me?”

18 “You are my home, you have been since we met”

19 “Hi sweetheart” “Hi babe” “Is that my shirt?” “No”

20“Die” “Bet” “wait- babe no stop”

21“Hello lovely” “Hi <character name>”

22 “I've to go” “Noooo please” “Sorry love”

23“God I love you”

24 “Happy Birthday”

25: "i'm pregnant"

26: " you know i only let you touch me"

27: " there's no other person for me i swear"

28: dancing in the rain

29 "dance with me?"

30: person a shares persons Bs secrets with the there friends and they break up

31 They're drunk and you're carrying them to their room, when they unexpectedly say how much they love you, causing you to drop them on the floor

32 They end the phone call with an accidental ''love you'', leaving you flustered

33 Confessing before being separated for an uncertain period of time

34 Asking them how your name + their surname would sound like (or/and vice versa)

35 Accidentally confessing while laughing over something

36 Saying "I love you" while they're sleeping/unconscious/in coma. You know well that they can't hear you, but a small part of you hopes they did

37 Always giving each other yellow roses for valentine's day, when one day you see that you've got red roses instead

38 Tears drench your cheeks as you confess. The last thing you hear before dying is them screaming your name

39 Confessing at the same place where they first met

40 Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud

41:“You saved me, let me save you”

42: “You can’t save me and then walk out”

43: “ Focus on me please”

44: “You deserve better” “And you need more”

45: “Babe it’s not what it looks like” “Yeah? then what is it?”

46: “How are you in the wrong if you’re the only one putting in the effort to make it work?”

47: “Sometimes giving up is easier my love”

48: “How many times do we have to hurt each other before realising we’re no good at this”

49: “So what that’s it?” “Yeah it is, this relationship is one sided and I’m tired okay”

50: “Can you hold me while I go?”

51:hot chocolate and cuddles

52: person b gets hypothermia

53: breakfast in bed

54: holding there child for the first time

55: walking in on person a cuddling there baby

56: person a and b break up and 3 year's later person a finds person b with a child there child

57: Braiding eachothers hair

58: dieing before you can admit there feelings

59:dancing in the light of the fridge

60: dyeing eachothers hair

61: person a has autism

62: doing face masks together

63: one of them getting shot and almost dieing

64: person b has adhd and person a notices that there fidgety so the grab there hand

65: person a being a Assassin and is supposed to kill person b but they can't and make it there lifes mission to protect person b

66: movie night!!

67: (requester chose's a song for the oneshot to be based off of)

68: person a thinks there house is haunted but it's just person b being annoying

69: meeting the parents for the first time

70: person a finding out they need glasses and realizing how long there visions been so blurry and they thought it was normal and freaking out beacuse they can finally see person b clearly and thinking there beautiful

71: photographer meets artists

72: " we've GOT to stop meeting like this"

"You kidnapped me idiot"

" but your not a kid?"

" oh my gosh you are a idiot"

73 " murder wasn't on today's agenda"

"It's not on anyones"

" no it's on mine, just not untill next Thursday"

74: " did you have to hit me with a corpses leg? Was that really necessary?"

"Necessary. No. Hilarious, yes"

Royalty!au

Bodyguard!au

Brother's best friend!au

enemies to lovers!au

Friends to lovers!au

Love letters!au

Famous!au

Streamer!au

Assassin!au

Famous brother!au

Time travel!au

Ghost and human!au

Suicidal x therapist!au(not romancing being Suicidal please if you feel this way talk to someone even if it's just a little or about your day it will help and dms always open)

Student x teacher!au(both of age)

Demigod x mortal!au

Beast friends brother!au

Transfer student!au

Dark academy!au

Different sides in a war!au

Polor opposites!au

I hate everyone in the world but you!au

Fake dating!au

Grumpy x sunshine!au

Cowarker romance!au

And again these are just ideas you can thinknof your own if you want to

#harry potter fandom #harry potter x reader #james potter #percy jackson x reader #ncis x reader #please respond #writing #stranger things x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #new girl x reader #babysitters guide to monster hunting x reader #bodyguard!au #best friends brother!au #any au you can think of #please send requests #please respect my wishes #marauders headcanon #marauders x reader #ron wealsey x y/n #fred weasley x fem!reader #harry potter fluff #fluff prompts #flufftober2022 #just another writer

[quietbluejay]

A Thousand Sons 5

Past the 50% mark! Hopefully I will not take another 4 posts to finish

-the narrative goes out of its way to talk up how cool and amazing Magnus is

Magnus brushed past, touching Lemuel’s shoulder, and the sheer joy of the contact swept any concerns away.

It went on in this vein for a bit.

Lemuel is able to notice Magnus is arrogant even through the primarch aura! wow that's some level of arrogance

-Mortarion is weird about the number seven. good for you babe, take your exactly 49 steps

-Magnus and Ahriman come off a lot more like teenagers than 200 year old sorcerers

-I also can't take seriously that they call Mortarion's scythe "his manreaper" -Mort indulges in some dramatics with his scythe, which continues to endear him to me

‘Now I do not accuse my brother of such barbarism, but no evil begins with such monstrous acts. If it did, no sane man would ever consider it. No, it begins slowly, a small step here, a small step there. By such acts is a man’s heart turned black and rotten. A man may begin with noble intentions, believing that such small trespasses are minor things compared to the good he will do at the end of his course, but every act matters, from the smallest to the greatest.

Great! Correct! Now apply that to your entire war of conquest!

I mean he's right in the abstract buuuut, what they miss is that they are none of them starting from a morally neutral position I'm trying to rally my thoughts on this speech given it's describing the entire imperium "you will become the means you employ" not to bring transformers into it i am ONCE AGAIN ASKING PEOPLE TO READ IDW 2019

Ahriman once again swoons this time from looking into Magnus' eye.

Magnus was every inch the gentleman polymath who never forgot himself, even as his enemies united against him.

[footage not found]. We. We literally just had a bit about him melting the stone around them because he was mad!

-then we get a 3 page retelling of Plato's shadows on the wall story with a changed ending, instead of an actual argument. it does kinda sell Magnus as not being able to understand other viewpoints and taking it for granted that everyone has the same value system as he does. but also. it was very annoying to read. I get that Magnus had to lose the council but. it would have been nice to for once in this book actually show that he's intelligent. -Magnus has a vision about the heresy and is like "okay we gotta go back to Prospero right now no time to explain". I see where Ahriman got his "not explaining anything" trait from

Sanguinius had ashen tears painted on his cheeks,

Given the prose I can't tell if Sanguinius just cries grey OR if he decided to go emo with his makeup

Okay. Nikaea over.

#bluejay reads warhammer #warhammer 40k

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 13/04/2024 (J. Cole's Might Delete Later, David Guetta/OneRepublic)

Hozier’s “Take Me to Church” peaked at #2 for four weeks. The first week, “Uptown Funk!” blocked it, but for the most part, it was halted by Ellie Goulding’s “Love Me Like You Do”. This week, just under a decade later, Hozier can finally claim his UK #1 as “Too Sweet” lands its first week at the top, skipping straight up from #4 last week. I’m personally not complaining as it’s a great song, but I will be complaining because under it, we have J. Cole. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

As always, we start with our notable dropouts, those being songs exiting the UK Top 75 (which is what I cover!) after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. This week, we bid farewell to: “exes” by Tate McRae, “I Remember Everything” by Zach Bryan featuring Kacey Musgraves, “vampire” by Olivia Rodrigo, “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus and some long-term bottom-feeders like “Someone You Loved” and “Everywhere” by Fleetwood Mac. Like much of everything else this week, it’s a bit of a mixed bag.

We only have one returning entry, but it’s pretty interesting and surprisingly high: Thanks to the specific surge of TikTok traction to a Summer Walker remix, “Hell n Back” by Bakar, which peaked at #20 just last year, is back for another run at #26, already nearing its peak position that I honestly expect it to surpass soon enough. As for the gains, we see healthy boosts for “We Ain’t Here for Long” by Nathan Dawe at #49, “Worth It.” by RAYE at #46, “Jump” by Tyla, Gunna and Skillibeng at #43, “if u think i’m pretty” by Artemas at #39, “Saturn” by SZA at #30, “Happier” by The Blessed Madonna and Clementine Douglas at #21, “Back on 74” by Jungle at #19 - really glad this is still at it - “Belong Together” by Mark Ambor at #14 and finally, of all hits, “Austin” by Dasha finds its place in the top 10 at #8. Maybe this is a fluke, or maybe Dasha is a pop star in the making. I guess time will tell.

As for our top five, we start with… Artemas, joy, and “i like the way you kiss me” at #5, then the usual suspects: “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims at #4, “TEXAS HOLD ‘EM” by Beyoncé back to down to #3, Bentley Boonemobile with “Beautiful Things” at #2 and of course, Hozier at the very top. Now for whatever debuted on the rest of this chart this week… trust me, it’s mostly not very good.

New Entries

#67 - “Cry” - Benson Boone

Produced by Malay

Bento Box’s debut album with a name stupider than the nicknames I give him on this show debuted surprisingly low at #16 - that’s lower than Feeder, man. And I like Feeder. Regardless, I did like those two singles, I have yet to hear the record, but I’m sure there’s some good on it, and I’m happy to say that this would be included in that. Now why is pretty simple, it starts with a melancholy ballad produced by Frank Ocean’s go-to, Malay, but that doesn’t last long as it’s scrapped for a more propelling pop rock chug. The lyrics go from woe-is-me to bitter and toxic bitching about his ex, in icky falsetto deliveries only accentuated by an ugly, distorted vocal chop that does not fit at all. There’s an obvious vocal glitch that was kept in and doesn’t sound intentional in the first verse, but it adds to the genuinely infuriating song full of straining and one-note riffing, as well as a second fake-out with him briefly trying to see her perspective. The song’s ugly, it doesn’t flow and it makes me hate the guy singing it, but that seems to be the intention, with which it completely succeeds. Three-for-three, Ben 10, keep it up. I wish you were comfortable with swearing though, it would hit a little better… I know, that’s rich coming from me.

#64 - “Good Luck, Babe!” - Chappell Roan

Produced by Dan Nigro

With Olivia Rodrigo’s producer and some sleeper traction for her debut album from last year, Missouri singer Chappell Roan seems primed for a big 2024 breakout, especially since she’s on tour with O-Rod. Her last album was a bit of a queer concept record and this seems to be following in similar footsteps, being about compulsory heterosexuality, feeling like you are conformed into heteronormative behaviours despite being queer. It details a secret relationship wherein love cannot be fully reciprocated due to that circumstance, and it’s treated tastefully with enough drama for most of the song for it to feel both worthwhile and not mundane, as well as not making some grander statement. The bridge irks me a tad, not allowing for the nuance of gay women marrying men and framing it in a way that seems more bitter and honestly self-serving to her narrative. Even if it’s from a different perspective, it seems a bit tasteless and awkward tonally with the rest of the song, especially given this is a classic synthpop track in the vein not of the retro pastiche or indie revival but standing damn near to Wham!’s “Last Christmas” and struggling to tell the difference kind of synthpop. That makes it slightly unique but in terms of the vocal melodies Ms. Roan lays on top of that sound, it fails to capture me all too much, and I’m also really struggling not to hear a mashup on the verses with “I Just Called to Say I Love You” by Stevie Wonder. The lyrics sharing soime similarities aren’t helping either. This is far from bad but both sonically and lyrically, it trips over, in a way that seems like it might be on purpose, and I do want to give this song credit for tackling an interesting, niche topic and having a morally grey depiction of it. That’s impressive for the pop charts, I just don’t really enjoy the final product. Sorry.

#59 - “Feel It” (From the Original Series Invincible) - d4vd

Produced by Gray Toomey, Noah Ehler and Sam Homaee

For some brief background, Invincible is an Amazon animated series based on the comic books starring Omni-Man, and the second part of its second season has just concluded, with the crew recruiting d4vd of… “Romantic Homicide” fame, because, of course, for a soundtrack single. Now for the song and okay, this is quite similar to the Benson Boone song from before. Firstly, it vaguely aligns itself with alternative R&B and indie pop in its groove, guitar tones and delivery and secondly, on a lyrical and vocal level, I’m pretty sure I’m also supposed to find d4vd a bit overwhelming and annoying, given how this girl thinks he’s crazy and he’s being inescapable to her. There are a key differences: A) this is not a rock song, it’s a synthpop haze with too much reverb, echo and overdubs - probably enough studio manufacturing to kill a small elephant. B) d4vd is neither funny nor really aggressive, he is simply being a nuisance towards the woman in the name of love, and has some creepy undertones regarding how she treats the woman in this story being uncomfortable with his advances, even if this relating to a fictional character in the series, it fails to translate beyond that. C) there is not much space left in this mix for any real emotional resonance, because he’s half-rapping and the song is filled to the brim with effects. It’s difficult to even focus on the narrative given the sheer amount of layers. Finally, D) this is a pick-up, not a rejection, so the annoyance feels like encroaching on territory rather than having any solid catharsis. All this is to say that the song just fails on all of its levels, but fails honestly. I can absolutely see someone liking this even having over-analysed it like I have, and its crime is not translating well to an audience it didn’t really intend to have, considering I’m not a d4vd fan and I’ve never seen this show. I can envision this getting pretty big and whilst I do not like the song one bit, it’s hard to complain about, really. It’s just refreshing, especially in a J. Cole week, to have a song that I don’t like for storied but largely impersonal and constructive reasons. To put it simply, I just don’t feel it.

#53 - “Crocodile Tearz” - J. Cole

Produced by T-Minus

I wrote a pretty extensive and scathing review of J. Cole’s latest mixtape, Might Delete Later. It’s #7 on the albums chart this week, and debuted three songs here this week. I am going to keep these entries brief as can be, because that review is there for you to read on my RateYourMusic 2024 listening log, the account’s exclusivelytopostown. Most of that log is in a scattered first-impressions style but that review is very thought-out, reflective and in-depth, so I’m quite proud of it. I’m tempted to format it and upload it separately as a review to this blog, though I don’t want to flood my page with such negativity. To cut it short, I think this mixtape is frankly embarrassing, as even moving away from stagnant and dire trap-adjacent production mostly headed by a clearly tired T-Minus, Cole is so unconvincing and insecure in his flexing that it becomes difficult to listen to, especially when he has all the technical lyrical skill and little personality to back up those flows, so they end up soggy and awkward. When he in any way attempts to be conscious, introspective or even commenting on his “place in the rap game”, he becomes downright insufferable and really just shows his ass rather than his pen. This song in particular has some of the dullest production Cole has ever rapped over though there are not many particularly corny lines here, other than how his dogs only shed tears in emojis and how he’s so much better than those girls on Instagram, right? Cole’s insistence on claiming himself superior to entire groups of people based on an intellect or higher spirituality he shows no proof of existing never gets old.

#38 - “7 Minute Drill” - J. Cole

Produced by T-Minus, Conductor Williams, Al Hug and Elyas

Okay, genuine question: how do I ethically tackle a song that has been rescinded by its artist, that days after release, has been disowned by the person who wrote and performed it, expressing live on stage that he regrets it and wishes it to be removed? Surely giving harsh criticism to a song that already makes him feel bad is just kicking a man when he’s down. Firstly, if you consider Cole’s position to be “down”, then you and me both are in the trenches and secondly, whilst I understand that the industry demands quick responses and can make the bureaucracy of releasing a track based on heated emotions quite frustrating, there is the option of just leaving it alone and not releasing anything, especially because “7 Minute Drill”, referring to the song process used to make it, not its runtime or genre, is framed more as a warning shot than a full-on diss. He didn’t even send the angry message before deleting it and walking it back with apologies. If anything, this song, like really the whole album, proves Cole’s insecurities about his self-instated “middleman” promo package and media representation. Cole just doesn’t have either the heart, or lack thereof, to make an actual diss track and also has nothing but good things to say about Kendrick - even in this diss track, he praises his musical output and fabricates outright lies about the albums’ reception to make it appear disrespectful. If you want any sonic criticism, the T-Minus beat is a practically unlistenable parody of “Like That” but Conductor Williams, as he always does, pulls a smooth piano jam in the back half that sadly cannot save the pathetic bars placed upon it. Next.

#37 - “I Don’t Wanna Wait” - David Guetta and OneRepublic

Produced by David Guetta, Brent Kutzle, T.I Jakke, Tyler Spry and Timofey Reznikov

Sigh… I quietly predicted this to myself. Once I’d seen EDM do-overs of “Gangsta’s Paradise”, “Better Off Alone” and “I’m Blue” hit the charts, a sinking feeling inside of me knew that O-Zone were not safe, and by God’s, Guetta has gone and done it. And he bought the hacks at OneRepublic with them, so no, let’s talk about that original song, because I think it’s genuinely great. Those synths glitch and buzz out more than you remember, having some pretty cool interplay with the deeper-voiced verses, and whilst yes, there is a nonsense hook, and the rest is in the band’s native Moldovan dialect of Romanian, you don’t need to know the language to find yourself humming the refrains in your head. The flip-phone beep after he says “beep”, the call-and-response “Alo! Salut!” and obviously both the “maiya-hee, maiya-hoo, maiya-ha” and “numa-numa-ey” choruses, they are so embedded into my brain, and that can’t just be by memetic coincidence, it’s a brilliantly written song and well executed. And obviously it was a hit - in the UK, their only hit, peaking at #3 in 2004 whilst Mario Winans’ “I Don’t Wanna Know”, also a classic, was #1. What’s most frustrating about this Guetta rendition is that “Dragostea din tei” was already milked dry for sampling, long before his 20-year anniversary last year. Most famously, it was sampled in a Newgrounds meme, but other than that, T.I. took it to #1 in the US with Rihanna on 2008’s “Live Your Life”, which was already a comical attempt at making it serious (consider it starting with T.I. shouting out the troops in Iraq), but you know what Tip and Rihanna DIDN’T do? Remove the nonsense lyrics - Rihanna does re-sing real lyrics in the nonsense melody, but they start and end the song with the original sample, there’s no hiding where it came from. They work because they’re nonsense, we do NOT need a Ryan Tedder rewrite! “Live Your Life” peaked at #2 here, but it was blocked by a single from The X Factor so it’s basically an honourable #1, I don’t like it much but it has a heart and charm that Guetta and Tedder could not successfully pull off even in their “prime”… which coincides pretty comfortably with when T.I. released that song. Have fun chasing the past, boys, maybe you’ll find your talent and creativity hidden back there.

#29 - “H.Y.B.” - J. Cole and Bas featuring Central Cee

Produced by DZL, T-Minus, Cedric Brown, AzizTheShake and FNZ

I quite like Bas. He doesn’t exactly a consistent brand of sound, instead shifting through a pretty eclectic array of pop-rap styles, though often maintaining both trap and Afrobeats influences, and therefore, his work tends to be a bit hit-or-miss when you consider the full-length projects. Regardless, he has genuine pop perfection on those albums - what ties his albums together is Bas, a lighthearted but experienced presence who is full of hooks and catchy flows, as well as often genuine heart that makes the variety of styles feel connected via that vocal throughline. This is his first top 40 hit in the UK, and it really bothers me that Cole do not push Bas further, as this could have easily been at least his second given he released a Jersey club-inspired single with AJ Tracey last year that could have absolutely smashed over here. It was one of my favourite songs of 2023, and still gets me really excited - if there’s anything Bas is great at, it’s just letting you loose and allowing for a dropping of the same pretence that has defined J. Cole’s every move. Cole puts Bas on his albums as a gesture but is seemingly unwilling to promote the man’s solo music. This may be because of how obvious it is that Bas, whilst maybe not as technically lyrical, has the pop edge over Cole, and could honestly be way bigger if given a chance to a mass audience or even bigger features like Cench over here, who is completely fine in his verse. This is just a sample-drill track wherein Cench does fine, Bas is cool but is only granted the hook - telling - and Cole embarrasses himself by reciting the alphabet without the letter L because he doesn’t take those. You got outcharted this week by two Benson Boone songs, Teddy Goddamn Swims and the song that dissed you in the first place still at #11. Please, stop lying to yourself, it’s not healthy.

Conclusion

Guess Best of the Week Boone strikes again with “Cry”. Jesus, I thought I was better than that. It’s even the only song I actually like out of our debuts, which is fantastic, so there won’t be an Honourable Mention. Instead, we can throw out a Dishonourable Mention for J. Cole’s “Crocodile Tearz”, whilst he ties for the worst. Both “7 Minute Drill” and David Guetta’s “I Don’t Wanna Wait” with OneRepublic feel like very cynical and regretful songs, made not for response but reaction and no, in art, those aren’t necessarily the same thing. Hopefully, we’ll have a more pleasant week on the horizon, there are pop girls by the dozen with Dua Lipa, Perrie of Little Mix, Sabrina Carpenter, Mimi Webb and perhaps most importantly, Future and Metro dropped the sequel. For now, thank you for reading, long live Cola Boyy, and I’ll see you next week!

#uk singles chart #pop music #song review #j. cole #might delete later #bas #central cee #d4vd #chappell roan #benson boone #onerepublic #david guetta

[little-diable]

4 days, 33 minutes and 25 seconds - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (smut)

Y'all wanted some more of Rooster, so here we go. I haven't watched the movie, so there aren't any spoilers. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has been waiting for her husband to return from a mission. And he finally comes home.

Warnings: 18+, vaginal unprotected sex, shower sex, fluff, small pieces of angst

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!reader (900 words)

4 days, 31 minutes and 56 seconds. She had been anxiously waiting for Rooster to return, with her hands pressed against the glass of their big window, eyes flickering towards the grey sky, watching the raindrops pour to the ground. 

4 days, 32 minutes and 15 seconds. She had barely managed to catch up on any sleep, scared that she’d miss the return of her loving husband. The man who has left her for one last mission, the man who has promised her - with tears welling up in his eyes - that he’d return to her. 

4 days, 32 minutes and 49 seconds. She hadn’t been able to shake off the anxiety she felt, forced to think about the what ifs, the darkening thoughts that seemed to follow her around like a shadow. What if he’d break his promise and not return to her and their life together? 

4 days, 33 minutes and 25 seconds - that’s how long it took him to return. 

“Babe?” Rooster’s voice echoed through their apartment. His bag found its way to the ground, landing with a soft thud; his shoes followed shortly after. With his ears focusing on the sound of their shower running, he made his way down the dark hallway, momentarily freezing in front of the door.

His heart was lighter than it had been yesterday, the day where he still hadn’t been sure if he’d manage to return to her. But now - as he was standing only a few feet away from (y/n) - Rooster couldn’t help but thank his lucky stars. For allowing him to return to his lover once again. 

Slowly he pushed open the door, eyes finding her naked frame. (Y/n) hadn’t noticed him yet, she had her eyes closed, hands running down her body to wash away the tiredness that clung to her like a child needing to feel its mother close. A hungry need that feasted from her weak soul, forcing her to her knees.

“Well, this is certainly a nice view. What a loving welcome.” She froze, body slowly turning towards her grinning husband. A sob rumbled through her, hand covering her mouth as if she wasn’t sure if her sounds would break her dream, ripping her from this moment before she could feel him. 

Rooster quickly shrugged out of his clothes, naked body finding hers. The hot water cascaded down his frame as their lips met, sharing a kiss full of love and relief. He was home, alive and breathing - and that’s all she needed to know. All she needed to finally find the rest she had been aching for.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Rooster’s rough voice shot tingles down her spine, clit pulsing in anticipation. She had missed him too, his touches, his voice, the kisses he used to press against her skin, making her feel as if she hadn’t felt him close in years. 

“Missed you too, so much, was waiting for you to return.” (Y/n) kissed him again, allowing Rooster to press her against the cold shower tiles, hand wandering down her upper body. Both were aching for one another, needing to feel their partners in the most intimate way imaginable.

With Rooster’s hand disappearing between her thighs and her head thrown back, he couldn’t help but admire (y/n), taking a few seconds to properly study her frame. For the past days he had tried to imagine her body, the way her skin felt beneath his calloused fingertips, the way she cried his name in the depth of the night - but nothing would manage to paint a vivid picture like this. The reality he was now fortunate enough to live through. 

“Fuck me, Rooster. I’ve been waiting for this, please.” (Y/n) moaned his name, she struggled to keep on breathing, the sensations felt too real, too strong for her mind and soul to catch up with the moment. And before she could force herself to focus on her husband, he had pushed into her. 

Her walls momentarily clamped down on his cock, holding him close to adjust to his girth. With both their moans clawing through them, he started fucking her against the wall, careful not to hurt her. The water kept clashing down on them, drowning out the sounds of their bodies meeting over and over again, binding them closer together. 

Neither Rooster nor (y/n) felt the need to speak about the emotions burning through them, all they could do was kiss one another breathless, allowing them to taste the love they felt on their tongues. He fucked her closer to her high, set on making her scream his name with his cock ripping her walls apart and his hands leaving marks on her body. 

Her hand moved up his back, fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate to hold onto her husband as her orgasm started buzzing through her. A feeling so intense, (y/n) feared she may pass out any moment now. But he was right there to catch her, he always would, till the day he’d leave this earth and life behind. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” Rooster moaned into her ear, cum filling her heat, imprinting himself on her walls. He didn’t dare pull out, was chasing the feeling of her tightness wrapped around him with a relieved smirk tugging on his lips. 

One day he’d die as a happy man, with her by his side, clinging to him to live through another life together. Forever connected.

Please like and reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading this, come talk to me about my writing, let’s spill some tea or thirst over our favorite people. xxx

#Bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut #rooster bradshaw #miles teller

[jungle-angel]

Even More Summer Vacation Prompts

Sorry guys, it’s that time of the year again, I’m really bored and wanna do alot more writing than I’ve been doing. Please, by all means, send in requests, come chat, send in a blurb, something, anything!!!! Currently taking requests for Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Salem’s Lot, Catch 22 (Hulu) and Press Play. 

1. Traveling with the gang and or the kids

2. Where are they going? 

3. Staying with a family member while on vacation

4. “My God I don’t think I wanna leave the hotel” (leads to smut)

5. Sex on the beach (smut) 

6. “The baby has so much sunscreen on that it looks like Kabuki makeup” 

7. “I’m so sunburned right now it’s not even funny” 

8. Their s.o being pregnant and going for a swim in the ocean

9. “You should have been a sand castle building champion” 

10. “I love you, but the idea of swimming with sharks is making me a little bit squeamish” 

11. Swimming with dolphins/manatees in Florida

12. Teaching the babies how to surf for the first time

13. “Say what you want about Florida, but the Key Lime pie is to die for!” 

14. Dancing outside of a street café

15. Riding horses through the ocean

16. Margaritas at the hotel/resort pool

17. “Babe, look out, the baby’s herding the sea turtles again” 

18. Deep sea fishing

19. Catching a video of a wild shark chase during feeding hours

20. Boat/jet-ski rides

21. “Leave your sandals and your cares at the door” 

22. Enjoying the morning coffee on the porch of the beach house/cottage

23. Communal dinner at the home of the family member they’re staying with

24. Chasing and teasing their s.o with the sunscreen

25. Beach massage

26. Scuba diving on pirate wrecks

27. Cooking dinner right on the beach

28. Homemade popsicles

29. Finding seashells, sand dollars and mermaids’ purses on the beach

30. Manta rays/swimming with manta rays

31. Showing the babies how to use a conch shell as a horn

32. Canoeing/kayaking on the ocean

33. A homemade swing on a palm tree

34. “It’s our own little secret spot, nobody knows we’re here” 

35. Beach date

36. “You’ve been listening to the Moana soundtrack ever since we left the airport” 

37. “Here be mermaids” 

38. The gang wearing plastic shark fins on their heads at the hotel pool and playing the JAWS theme to scare troublemakers and or snobs 

39. Playing games on the beach

40. “Screw it, my ass is in a beach chair, I’m not moving and nobody can tell me otherwise!” 

41. Wild parties on the beach

42. The one in the group that everybody thinks is the old fart, showing off their bartending skills at the pool bar

43. What’s on the menu?? 

44. Staying at the Atlantis resort and hotel

45. Beach bonfire and playing their favorite songs on a ukulele

46. Plane ride

47. Their kid(s) naming the little hermit crabs

48. Walking on the beach under the full moon and the water seems to be glowing

49. Beach picnics

50. Bubble bath at the hotel

#top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #dagger squad #outer range #rhett abbott #bad times at the el royale #miles miller #catch 22 hulu #major major #salem's lot #ben mears #press play #harrison knot

[blueeyedheizer]

1.6k celebration - blurb event

rules

you can send up to two prompts

the list is kind of long because I will only use each prompts once. this is the main difference with my previous blurb events! first come first serve kinda :)

please do not mass request <3 and finally please please pleeeease bear with me and my slowness. i'm still struggling to write rn so like. uh. yeah. be patient 😭

characters:

-matt, matthew connellly

-michael gray, j cody

-seb jacobs, frank mccullen, four

-cassie howard, pippa

-eddie munson, chrissy cunningham (no smut)

(i'll be privileging requests for sydney and stranger things bc I wanna write more for them — but feel free to request for whoever you want from the list :))

prompts:

#1 "Just shut up! I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need protecting!"

#2 "This is a one time thing”

#3 “bend over the desk”

#4 “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

#5 "you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine."

#6 "well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. 

#7 "i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

#8 "i'll never forget you."

#9 "Don't go [on that date/mission/business trip/ to *destination*...]." "Why?" "You know why."

#10 “i want to taste you”

#11 “my mom/dad adores you.”

#12 "babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

#13 “touch me and you lose”

#14 “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

#15 "man, fuck that guy. go show her what she’s missing. “

#17 “tell me that there was some truth to it.” “...come on. i don’t want to do this.” “tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”

#18 “stop— stop talking!” “why? you can’t even face your own mistake?”

#19 "I don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don’t really want to be alone either.”

#20 "I'm really not in the mood." "You never are."

#21 "I love you."

#22 “y'know, i was hoping to make a sandwich but seeing as you're here already, wearing that, i'd rather have something else to eat.”

#23 "I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy." "don't ever say that...you made me so happy."

#24 "that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

#25 "I'd hold onto something if I were you."

#26 "You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

#27 “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

#28 “You're so beautiful.”

#29 "It’s really hard seeing you/him/her with him/her everyday.”

#30 “There will always be a part of you that wishes you could be with him/her."

#31 "she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend."

#32 "look, i don't know if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.

#33 "If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

#34 "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

#35 "did you fake it?"

#36 "i heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.."

#37 "i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.

#38 "If you die, I’m going to kill you"

#39 "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here."

#40 "It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

#41 "What do you got?” "Uh...A headache.”

#42 ”Are you alright?” “I will be.”

#43 ''you only call me when you want to hook-up.'' '' that was part of the agreement, wasn't it? ''

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

#45 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

#46 Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

#47 "you're an idiot" / "but i'm your idiot"

#48 "Look...I know we broke up, but you know that you aren't any less important to me now, right?"

#49 "Spread your legs."

#50 "You're perfect... everything about you is perfect"

#51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

#O you can also suggest a prompt from my previous prompt lists :)

#michael gray x reader #cassie howard x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #michael gray fanfic #cassie howard x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #euphoria x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x reader #four/billy x reader #frank mccullen x reader #seb jacobs x reader #pippa x reader #sydney sweeney x reader #cassie howard smut #michael gray smut

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Ch. 49: Spirit's Eve Pt. 2

“You-are-supposed-to-be-in-costume-it-is-tradition-the-reporter-will-be-here-any-minute-don’t-you-care-about—”

Even in the most crowded festival of the year, Lewis and his irate spider senses had managed to track Achilles down the very second the pair had stepped foot in Pelican Town. 

For Spirit’s Eve, the mayor had abandoned his usual brown newsboy cap for a crown. Draped across his chest was a thick gold chain encrusted with (likely plastic, Achilles huffily noted) rubies which sat atop a high collared, white shirt, while puffy black breeches had been tightly tucked into tall white socks to reveal a set of rather knobby knees. 

Achilles shot Lewis a withering look, courtesy be damned. “I am in costume, you old ba—”

“He is in costume, Mayor Lewis!” Alex stepped forward and gave Achilles a slight shove into a passing teem of high schoolers who had just come stumbling by (no doubt tipsy). “We’ve actually got a group costume going on, the two of us. From a comic book. It’s actually quite, uh, spot on.” 

“Humph. I’ll take you’re word for it.” Lewis glanced at the giggling students, all dressed in animal onesies, and then took an alarmingly large step closer to Alex and Achilles. He gave the pumpkin spice laden air a rather long, aggressive sniff. Yoba, who knew one could flare their nostrils that wide…

 “Now you two stay safe tonight, boys… remember, the maze isn’t until 9pm, so don’t be hitting the bottle too soon, now… and be mindful you don’t go embarrassing the community.” And with that not entirely unexpected order, Lewis stalked off, red robes billowing behind him. 

“Not even a hello.” Achilles glared sourly at the mayor’s retreating figure. “Might as well forget about a ‘happy birthday, Achilles.’ Or a ‘congratulations on saving the Valley with Abigail, Achilles.’” 

“Oh, don’t think about that, it’s Lewis, he doesn’t have enough brain cells to think about more than two things at a time. Let’s forget about him. Like you said, it’s your Valley! You saved your birthday! Wait no, other way around. Ugh, whatever, you know what I mean, it’s double the celebration…” Alex seized his hand, before dropping it abruptly, and gripping Achilles’ rather tender shoulder instead. He led him through the crowd of costumed revelers towards one of the large orange tables Achilles had taken a seat at earlier that day, now topped with eight giant wooden kegs. 

“Lewis just told you not to hit the bottle too early. Bit of a belated reminder…” Achilles glanced at Alex’s ever-so-slightly swaying figure. “But even so, you’re really going to disobey a direct order? From our beloved mayor?” 

“Well if I’m a squire, and you’re my knight, I guess it looks like Lewis is actually our king tonight—”

“—Yoba help us, where’s the guillotine—”

“—but that’s clearly a keg, not a bottle, so I’m not disobeying anything.” 

*****

Haley, her jeweled-bedecked blonde hair piled high atop her head, found them at the drink station (after shamelessly cutting the long line) and greeted them both with quick, clumsy pecks on the cheek. The hefty camera slung around her neck slung right into Achilles’ sore ribs as she awkwardly leaned towards him, the high collar of her dress colliding into his ear—her victorian ballgown, a deep, vampiric red trimmed with black lace and gemstones, was likely nearly four feet in diameter.

“Oh Alex, don’t you look adorable.” She patted his cheek before turning to Achilles. “No idea what the fuck you’re supposed to be, unfortunately, but the glasses are cute. Is your hair dyed?”

“He’s Zedd Finch! Nimbus’ coworker and best friend—”

Well, apparently more than best friend now, according to Issue #3 of the latest series… 

“—he’s a meteorologist with GDL7 specializing in storm trac—”

“Babe.” She held up a gloved hand. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t care about your comic books. No offense, Achilles, you still look cute enough,” she added with a quick glance in his direction before seizing both their hands. “Oh, speaking of which—or not—wait until you see Emily’s costume—a disaster, honestly, they should go and drop her in the maze, that’ll be sure to frighten people. Shame she’s sticking with Shane tonight… come, get food with me before my shift.” 

Though Achilles had seen the town only a few hours ago, it looked different in the dusk. The thousands of candles that Lewis allegedly splurged on every year were indeed spectacular—and likely magic, for the shadows they cast seemed to shift in shape, size, and even color as they danced alongside jack o’lanterns under the last rays of the sun.  

But over by the stage, where a jazz band dressed as skeletons, played—there, by the drum set. One particular shadow caught his eye. Large, looming. It began to grow as Achilles watched it, blacking out all in its path as it barreled its way closer and closer, straight for him—a bitingly cold wind was accompanying its sweep over the oblivious crowd. Achilles’ vision began to cloud. Muscles tensed to run.

But his attention was suddenly caught by a cheery whoop! He turned to see Elliott who, wearing a ridiculously oversized olive top hat, was waving at him with contagious gusto over by the food. 

And all subsided. Warmth slowly returned to his fingertips, and with a stubborn determination, he led Haley and Alex towards the buffet table. 

Just chill out, man… everything is fine… 

*****

“I painstakingly constructed it having specifically drawn from the original illustrations published alongside the first edition printing of the novel, you see—not the animated theatrical film.” To accompany Elliott’s hat (which he was now tipping in greeting) was a massive yellow bowtie with red polka dots that sat below a popped white collar that near rivaled Haley’s, a bright yellow and green checkered waistcoat (Yoba, what was with these villagers and this color combination), and plum pants, all beneath a corduroy burgundy overcoat. “I have only the utmost respect for artists and their invaluable, instrumental interpretations of the written word.” 

Achilles turned from the giant hat, which had been inscribed in cursive script on the side “In this style 10/6,” to Leah, who was sporting a green hat of her own, though hers had a red feather perched in the brim.  

“I, on the other hand, grabbed this from Gala Town about three hours ago. Not too many options left. Never liked working much with clothes. Wood on the other hand…” Leah gave the full sized bow strung across her chest a little pat. “Oh, happy birthday, by the way—”

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh, most joyous of birthdays to you my dear, dear friend—” 

“Ow!” Elliott had seized Achilles in a bone-breaking hug. “Th-thank you…” He rubbed his arms, wincing, before turning to Leah. “No really, thank you. Elliott, Leah, Haley, you really shouldn’t have—”

“Please, my dear friend. A writer of your caliber needs his equipment! Once you divulged your preferred tools of the trade, I agreed with Alexander that a typewriter was for you an utmost necessity, and it was our duty to provide!”

At these words, Achilles remembered that Elliott had paid for nearly half of what had likely been a whopping total of $800 or so. Now where had the man gotten the money…

“Apparently, our friend here won the lottery seven years ago,” Leah whispered as if she could read his mind. She held their hug for a few seconds longer to add, “Or maybe some rich aunt died? I don’t remember. Anyway, he swore he’d never spend a cent of it until he had finished his novel. But I guess he made an exception for you. Don’t tell him I said anything.” 

An exception? 

The sinking feeling had returned to his stomach. He really didn’t deserve that—what had he done to justify such a gift? Written a first draft of a second rate children’s chapter book? Completed a paltry, painful outline for a novel? It was ridiculous. He’d done nothing. 

Worthless.

Unworthy. 

Shaking his head in—Disbelief? Gratitude? Shame?—Achilles pivoted back to his secret-millionaire friend. Elliott, blissfully unaware of Leah’s revelation, was only too happy to accept a second hug. 

Haley though, unable to adequately receive his embrace of thanks with her many petticoats, waved him away with a graceful flutter of her fingers.   

“Yeah, yeah, dear Alex wouldn’t shut the fuck up about getting you the damn thing, so don’t thank me, I didn’t have much of a choice.” Nevertheless, she gifted him a warm enough smile just before shoving a tumbler into his hand. “Now. Birthday shots!” She somehow must have managed to steal an entire handle of tequila from the drink station and had poured each of them a generous serving. “Cheers!”

*****

After quite a few rounds of additional cheers-ing (though Achilles and Haley had both switched to water after the first), countless increasingly dramatic toasts (mostly courtesy of Elliott), and one dizzying ride on the Halloween carousel, Haley began to shepherd the small group over to her and Emily’s backyard, where a small sign had been stapled to the fence: “Photo Booth Opens at 9pm.” 

“Pics please! Not that one, the one over—ugh, yes. Obviously.” She gestured for them to head towards the “Fall Foliage” backdrop, boughs of artfully draped red and gold that glowed under surrounding lanterns. “Pics before you all reek of alcohol and drip ketchup and caramel and Yoba knows what else all over your costumes… ugh, where is Emily…” She bustled back out into the crowd in search of her sister. 

“Hey, look over there.” Alex gave Achilles a small nudge and nodded towards an approaching trio. “Now there’s the real knight of Pelican Town.” 

Abigail, still a bit of a ways away but determined to make herself noticed among the tourists, was punching the air with her gauntlet-covered fists. Full plate armor covered her from head to (one) toe (for her entire left leg was wrapped in a navy blue cast). In fact, it would have been difficult to tell it was Abigail, had it not been for the peak of purple hair flowing out from beneath her helmet.

Sebastian, wearing an impressive set of vampire fangs, was pushing her wheelchair while Sam, dressed not unlike one of the scrawny scarecrows that were currently adorning the haunted hay ride uptown, walked alongside him. 

“Damn.” Achilles turned to Alex and was alarmed to find his face so close. What is happening? He took a small step back, into the fence. “So if she’s the real knight, what does that leave me?”

“Peasant. One of the ones that got KO’d by the bell in the explosion during the season finale of—” 

“All right—”

“I’m kidding, you can be my king,” Alex somewhat slurred, rolling his eyes as he clasped Achilles’ shoulder. “Seeing as we’re apparently getting rid of Lewis…”

“Oh right. Do I murder him? No, I’ll get someone to assassinate him—cleaner that way. You, I’ll get you, loyal squire—” 

Alex clicked his tongue and gave him another goodhearted nudge. “Why is it always murder with you? Maybe he just died of old age—”

“Old age? Where’s the fun in that? And you call yourself a House of the Phoenix fan—” 

“Oh my gooooood, your guys’ costumes are amaaaazing.” 

Abigail had finally made her way over to the yard, and Achilles could now see the familiar obsidian sword laying across her lap. The sight brought to him a small shudder. 

“Hey! How ya feeling, Abby?” Alex asked, offering a fist bump as the rest of the group made room for the newcomers. “You’re looking good. This one over here’s unable to even button his shirts.”

“All right—” 

“The trials of being old,” Abigail said with a wink. “Man, how’d he rope you into that, I tried to get Seb to do a couples costume with me this year but nope.” 

Sebastian gazed grimly from behind her. “She wanted me to wear a tiara. And a dress.” 

“Dang shame, Seb, you could’ve been our princess,” Alex said to everyone present’s vague confusion except Achilles’. 

“Alas. Instead you’re matching with Haley,” Abigail sighed, theatrically holding the back of her hand to her forehead.

Haley, who had just returned from plowing through the crowd with a horrifying clown (Emily?), Shane, and what looked to be Jas and Vincent in tow, scrunched her nose in disdain upon hearing her name and the context of its usage. 

“Elliott, to the back please,” she directed, dragging over some large LED lights. 

“Anyway, love what you guys did.” Abigail pivoted her wheelchair forward and pumped her fist. “We stan a man comfortable with his sexuality.” 

“Huh?” 

“Yeah,” Achilles quickly added, noting the furrow in Alex’s brow. Fuck. Leave it to Abigail. “What do you mean?” 

“Oh whoops, my b.” Abigail turned to face the two of them, thumbing her chin as she closely scrutinized their costumes again. “You two are Nimbus and Zedd, though, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah! You’re actually the first person—was a total concidense—sorry, coincidence—last minute costume for Ash—”

“Well, like, they’re dating as of the latest issue, right?” 

“What?” Alex’s eyes had turned to saucers as he clutched the back of Abigail’s chair. 

“Yeah, it was a pretty damn big deal. First LGBT superhero for MD comics. Did you guys not know?” 

Achilles took a step to the left, keeping his face impassive and pretending to listen to Haley as she continued to stage her photo, (“Leah, come forward a bit—no honey, Jas, you stay where you are”) though his ears were very much still tuned in to the conversation to his right.

Alex on the other hand, had remained hovering over Abigail’s shoulder. The girl was now yanking on Sebastian’s red-lined cape. “Phone, please, my good vampire lord.” 

“Nah, I haven’t read the comics in like 15 years—they’re dating? Seriously?” Achilles felt Alex’s eyes turn to him. “Did you know this?”

Is he just curious? 

Is he upset? 

Achilles smoothly responded, “Ohhh, I also haven’t read the comics in like 15 years.” Wasn’t a lie. Technically. “Oh, sorry, what’d you say, Haley?” 

“I said get the fuck over here—”

“Yeah, see, take a look.” Abigail had pulled up a photo of the cover on her phone. The one that Achilles had seen in the pop culture section of his news app just last season. Emblazoned on the front was, as Achilles very much knew, a closeup of Nimbus kissing Zedd Finch on the cheek as the two sat stop a skyscraper. 

“Personally, I think they should’ve really just gone all out,” Abigail continued to blabber, handing the phone to Alex for a better look as Achilles took another step to his left to escape whatever the potential fallout from this revelation would be. “I mean, just a cheek kiss? Come on, like, let’s really piss off the homophobes, let me see that ass—but I mean, like, progress is progress, or whatever they say, right—”

Haley was gnawing on a piece of gum, glaring daggers at the pair as her pointy red nails tapped against her camera. “Hello?” 

But Alex’s attention remained on Abigail’s phone in his hand. It was a too long of a beat (in Achilles’ opinion) before he said with a small shrug, “Oh, I see. Huh. Yikes, we didn’t know that. But… yeah. I guess that’s nice.” 

A “yikes” and an “I guess that’s nice.” Well, that wasn’t… terrible. Definitely could’ve been worse. Achilles let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. 

Alex took yet another second to study the cover before handing the phone to Achilles for him to take a look. “Who’d have thunk, huh? Oh wait, I’ve got an idea—hey, Haley,” he called, waving for her attention. “Over here—Ash—”

And then Alex stepped towards him, his left arm wrapping around Achilles’ shoulder, and pulled him into his chest.

Time slowed as he placed his right hand atop Achilles’ front pocket. Slid it up his collarbone, up the curve of his neck. Let his pointer finger rest just below his ear.

Alex cupped Achilles’ face, and he kissed him. 

On the cheek, of course.

But still, Achilles thought in a rose gold haze. 

He could feel the warmth of Alex’s lips, firm against his skin. Felt that warmth spread rapidly through every vein in his body.

For seconds—or was it minutes? Maybe hours—Achilles stood, frozen. 

There was a flash of light. And the spell was broken. 

Alex likewise broke from him. He gave Achilles’ shoulder a quick squeeze and an even quicker smile. 

“All right, all right, I got it Alex.” Haley glanced through the viewfinder of her camera. “Now will you get your ass over here, please and thank you—Abigail, in the front, by Vincent. Yes. Perfect.”

Haley handed her camera to Gus (a viking for tonight), all the while scowling about the difficulties of photographing large groups. But as she picked up her skirts and hurried to stand next to Sam, she flashed Achilles the smallest, most mischievous smile. 

Achilles turned away, breathing deeply as he helped Abigail raise the visor of her helmet. 

He’s drunk.  

It’s nothing. 

Alex’s hand hadn’t left his shoulder, though his right hand was now around Sebastian’s as Gus gestured for them to scoot closer to each other. He could feel Alex’s leg against his own now. 

Smile, bitch! 

Snap, snap, snap. More flashing lights.

It’s nothing. 

He’s drunk. 

Haley kissed you on the cheek 30 minutes ago. Hell, you kissed Haley on the cheek thirty minutes ago.

It doesn’t mean anything. 

But it hadn’t been the same. No, Haley’s had been a greeting. Nothing else. Quick. Chaste. This one had felt… charged. Meaningful. 

Stop overthinking. 

But Alex had been touching him more than usual tonight—right? Always brushing his hand, brushing his arm... always right there… looking at him…

Well, he’s also very drunk. You’re reading way too much into this. 

“Very cute.” Haley was scrolling through her camera now at the photos Gus had taken. “All right, you’re all free to go and drink yourselves to an early grave.” 

There was Alex’s hand on his wrist again… he let himself be led through the yard as the rest of the group dispersed.

“Haley, lemme see, I want to see.”

She had taken a delicate seat by a small, circular table where a printer and laptop had been set up. 

“One for you, one for you.” She handed them each a Polaroid. “I’ll get everyone the group shots tomorrow. Now scoot, I haven’t got much time for real dinner. Damn dress…” With a groan, she heaved her petticoats from the chair. 

“We can get you dinner,” Achilles rushed to say, stubbornly refusing to look at the photograph gripped tightly between his fingers. “Just tell me what you want.” 

She collapsed back into the chair with a sigh. “What a lovely boy. Just get me a fruit salad and some of that coconut chicken curry.” She shot a narrow-eyed glance at Alex, who, unlike Achilles, was studying the photo intently. “Satisfied?” 

“Oh yeah! This is great. Talk about a comic book cover.” Alex raced towards Haley and, picking her and her many skirts up from the chair, twirled her in a tight embrace as she screeched and attempted to deliver a punch to his head. 

See? Just Alex being Alex.

As the two continued to playfully duke it out (though it could be argued Haley was punching for real), Achilles steeled his nerves—seriously, what’s your problem, it’s nothing—and flipped over the little square. 

There it was. Proof that it hadn’t all been a dream. Other than Achilles’ (regrettably) somewhat bemused expression, they had recreated the comic book cover remarkably well. Mostly thanks to Alex, of course, who had mimicked Nimbus’ posture and position with admirable accuracy, given the quick glance he had had at Abigail’s phone. 

Couldn’t have even try to look happy, you stupid fuck. Just can’t be happy, can you? 

A shoulder nudge. “You look good!” Alex had set Haley back down, and she was now staring daggers at the pair as she fixed her ruffled skirts, muttering curses under her breath. 

“This looks more than good, this booth looks absolutely wonderful, my dear! Haley, you have truly outdone yourself this year!” 

Evelyn and George had arrived, Dusty trotting at the latter’s wheels. 

It was as if a light switched had been flicked. Alex seemed to have sobered up within the three seconds it took to slip the photo up his sleeve. Achilles, slightly alarmed by the sudden transformation, followed suit, sliding his polaroid into the back pocket of his jeans just as George wheeled himself closer to the pair.

“Having a good night, boys?” Alex’s grandpa eyed their hands suspiciously. Perhaps he had caught the tail end of his grandson’s rushed movement. 

“Only just getting started, sir,” Alex half-stammered, taking a step back and tripping over a light.“About to grab Haley dinner, actually.” 

And before Achilles could even ask about them about the pumpkin carving, he felt Alex’s hand discreetly at his back, pushing him towards the exit. 

*****

“Bit of an abrupt departure, there,” Achilles remarked once they were well out of earshot. 

“Do you think he saw the photo?” 

Alex’s face was still pale as he spooned macaroni and cheese onto a paper plate. With all the hubbub around the buffet tables, it was difficult to discern Alex’s murmured tones, and Achilles had no choice but to move closer.  

“No… but honestly, do you really think it’d be a big deal? It’s not like we were… I don’t know… making out.” Even just saying the words brought a discomforting prickle to his cheeks. “You kiss Haley on the cheek all the time, he’s not going to disown you for a silly photo…” Achilles turned to Alex, whose face had remained solemn as he stared unseeing at a tray of potato balls. “Is he?” 

“I don’t know… he’s weird about this stuff…” 

An impatient jab from someone dressed as a bottle of ranch sent the two continuing down the table to grab silverware. 

“I mean…” And here, Achilles forced himself to laugh as they began to make their way back to Haley’s photo booth station. “He’s knows you’re straight. What’s there to be pissed about?” 

“Yeah…” At these words, Alex—whether subconsciously or not—released his grip from Achilles’ arm and shrugged. “He wouldn’t want me engaging in any ‘potentially problematic behaviors,’ though. That’s what he’d always say whenever I hung out with Sebastian, after he came out… it became a whole thing and it just… it’s been like ten years but I don’t know, it… it’s never really felt the same between us after all that… just… wouldn’t want that to happen with us…

“Nah, but you’re right.” Alex ran a hand through his hair. But he avoided Achilles’ commiserating gaze, instead studying a row of enchanted skeletons square dancing inside the massive metal cage Achilles had seen earlier. “I’m overreacting. Must be the alcohol…” 

*****

By the time they returned to Haley’s Photo Booth station (joined by Elliott and Leah, who had brought bottles of hard cider for all, and shortly thereafter by Penny, a blue fairy; and Maru, an astronaut), the raincloud George had left hovering over Alex had evaporated. All smiles, he had been quick to kickstart a jolly, drunken game of “Never Have I Ever” among the small group as they ate their dinner. 

Achilles, however, had excused himself from playing—a decision that no one, including Alex (to his slight disappointment) had fought—and was now robotically spooning pumpkin pie into his mouth, only half-watching his friends roar with laughter as a scarlet faced Elliott put a finger down. 

The drizzle of doom and gloom, it seemed, had decided to drift over to Achilles instead. 

So that’s the read on George, then. 

Oh, he’d tolerate these “problematic behaviors” in others, it seemed—clearly, if Haley, Sebastian, Abigail, and now Achilles were still “allowed” in Alex’s life, insulting side comments notwithstanding —but his homophobia must’ve been even more extensive than Achilles had realized if even the slightest chance of George witnessing what had been an entirely innocent affair had managed to rattle Alex to that extent.   

What had George called Achilles before? Unnatural? And to his face! 

Honestly, it’s probably better that Alex is straight, Achilles thought to himself ruefully. Imagine having to deal with that in your house. 

For multiple reasons, the thought brought an ache to Achilles’ heart, and he found himself absentmindedly fingering the polaroid in his pocket. 

They had grown closer this past season, him and Alex. Close enough to have even ignited the barest spark of hope for Achilles that there could be something more. 

But that had been idiotic. Even if Alex was interested—which he wasn’t— it hadn’t been the real Achilles with whom Alex had laughed and learned. Not really. The Shadow King… hadn’t it claimed responsibility for his more carefree and content attitude of late? 

No, the real Achilles was, as presently evidenced, a bitter, restless man unable to relinquish the past to better value the present. 

Can’t always get what you want. You learned that a long time ago. 

And yet you still just can’t let it go. 

“Are you well, my friend?” 

Achilles missed his mouth and whacked his nose with a spoon of pie. 

“Your visage seems paler than usual. Perhaps the evening’s activities have overexerted you. Our fine doctor did advise rest…” 

“No, no.” Achilles dabbed his nose with a napkin before setting it neatly on his empty plate to reveal a wan smile. “I’m fine, Elliott. But thank you. ” 

“A bit dazed, perhaps? Still weary from your subterraneous endeavor?” 

“I suppose.” 

But Elliott continued to watch him closely, an expectant smile plastered on his face as if waiting for an elaborated response. 

But Achilles was still not keen on reliving his time in the mines, and despite his obvious curiosity, Elliott’s loyalty to Achilles’ mental well-being and Harvey’s orders stayed true. After a few further beats, when it became clear Achilles had nothing more to say, the Mad Hatter lightly patted his wrist brace, and offered him a freshly cracked bottle of cider. 

“Ah. No thank you, I think I’m good for tonight.” 

“You are not planning to undertake the haunted maze? Perhaps that is most wise—I myself oft initially look to eschew that most terrorizing of traditions. And yet every year, I find myself drawn back once again, like a moth to a flame…” 

“Pardon? No, I was planing on doing the maze, but what’s that got to do—” 

“Ah! I see. So no one has warned you.” 

“Warned me?” 

This time, Elliott gently unclasped Achilles’ fingers and folded them around the bottle. “Ah… I should not say… it is an open secret the townsfolk and tourists like to keep… that being said, you best drink up, my friend.” 

“What’s liquor got to do with a maze—”

“Liquid courage, Achilles! In the most literal sense—it is said to be most unwise to brave the maze without the influence of alcohol.” 

“AKA: people get absolutely fucking sloshed.” Leah, having overheard their conversation, was now peaking her head past Elliott’s large frame.  

“That seems like an absolutely fucking terrible idea. A haunted maze? Drunk?” 

“You’ll see,” Leah said, handing him her own shot glass. “Now hurry up, birthday boy, maze starts in 15 and you’re well behind.” 

*****

But despite everyone’s warnings and the multiple glasses that had been shoved into his only functioning hand, Achilles couldn’t bring himself to potentially lose the last bits of serenity and sanity his mind was still desperately clinging to.

And so, when Lewis’ magically enhanced voice reached their ears asking participants to please make their way to Pelican Park, he found himself alone in his relative sobriety, walking what was likely the only straight line through the town square and up the stone stairs towards the park. 

There were no children here, he noticed. Though perhaps he was merely mistaken, for this side of the park was hidden in sullen shadow—a stark contrast to the brightly lit hay ride over to their right, where one could easily make out high pitched belly laughs and jaunty folk music. 

“Good luck.” Haley, who apparently skipped the maze every year, flashed him a subtle wink before leaving the dwindling group (Penny and Maru were similarly forgoing the event, opting for laser tag down by the graveyard instead) and returning downtown to open her photo booth. 

“Make sure you sign your waivers, please!” Marnie, who was looking surprisingly elegant this evening with silver flowers threaded through her braid, shoved a clipboard and pen towards him.

“And there’s our queen,” Alex slurred in Achilles’ ear, nodding rather obviously toward her rich velvet dress and tiara. “Queen Lewis and King Marnie—wait no, the other way… wait did we kill him, I forget…”  

Achilles gave the waiver a one-stroke scribble with his left hand, and in return, Marnie tied a neon green paper band around his wrist.

The line moved forward. Was it an illusion, or was it somehow growing even darker? Even the lights by the hay ride seemed to grow dim… the noise more distant… 

And that unnatural chill again. Ice flared, alongside panic, in his veins, rooting him in the grass. 

“It’s just magic,” Alex murmured. “The Wizard does it every year, nothing to worry about.” And there was his hand, warm and familiar now around Achilles’ upper arm. His comforting squeeze thawed Achilles’ muscles, and he hurried to close the distance between them and Elliott and Leah ahead.

Of course. Magic. 

He squinted in the dark for any signs of Rasmodius. They hadn’t spoken since he and Abigail had entered the mines, but he found no puffs of purple smoke, no cloaked figures. Ahead, there was only a thick hedge wall, where participants were entering the maze through a narrow gap. 

“Please make sure you cross the threshold with your exact party. We recommend parties of two to six,” Lewis called from atop a small stage lined with thin candles that cast him in a ghostly, pale blue light.  

But just as he, Achilles, Elliott, and Leah were about to cross the gap, Alex tripped over a discarded beer can and sent himself sprawling onto the ground.  

“Man, are you even going to be able to stand in there?” With a bit of a grunt, Achilles helped him up from the grass with a literal single hand, for Elliott and Leah in their tipsy states of mind had sauntered in without a backwards glance. 

“Don’t worry about me.” Alex chucked the beer can into a nearby trash bin. “Worry about yourself you silly sober little man.” 

They passed the walls of the hedge into a clearing where the queue had broken into their different parties, now waiting scattered throughout the dimly lit grass. Over by the westernmost side, they could make out Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail, who was clearly not allowing her injuries to deter her from the fun. 

Not particularly maze-like, the room was a simple square, perhaps 70x70 feet (Achilles never did lose his impulse to estimate distance after the past Spring), enclosed on all four sides by rows of enchanted candles casting monstrous shadows against the 12 foot tall walls of dense, midnight blue shrubbery. 

Yoba, the sour stench of alcohol was overwhelming. Disgusting. How in the world was this allowed?

Alex and Achilles had just managed to push their way past pie eyed revelers towards Elliott and Leah when a voice boomed like thunder from above. 

“Good evening, travelers.” Rasmodius. But the Wizard himself was still nowhere to be found. “And a very spooky Spirit’s Eve to you all…”

Across the clearing, voices quickly quieted down. The hedges rustled softly as a thin breeze began to blow. 

“What will you encounter in the maze this year?” Rasmodius’ hummed. “Your darkest fears? Your most twisted desires? Your grimmest memories?” 

One by one, the candles lining the perimeter began to flicker out. 

“Beware… those brave enough to solo the haunted maze may never find themselves free from its grasp… but for those choosing safety in numbers instead, I have additional words of warning: are you prepared to share the depths of your unconscious mind with your chosen companions? What is there waiting to be revealed in the recesses of the Astral Plane?” 

The Astral Plane? 

“Wait—” Achilles’ hand, scrambling in the rapidly growing darkness for something secure, found Alex’s cape. “Al, what’s going to happen—”

He wasn’t ready. Not for this, not for—

The breeze had transformed into a howling wind that hurled through the clearing, tearing leaves and stems from the surrounding hedges. Faster and faster it whirled, sending dust whipping through the air, so that they were forced to close their eyes and hold their breaths. The temperature plummeted, but Achilles’ buried apprehension seized the opportunity to surge, as wails and screams overtook his ears. 

And then, with a thud, he slammed into the ground. 

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#5

My beloved Zoeya! I have finally acquired her hair—not the color, but I have cut it so it looks just like the hair on the far right. I am a giant nerd.

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Yogtober 2022 Day 3: Magic

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Wake up babe new Witch drawing just dropped

103 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#2

Blackrock anniversary week: Zoey, Rythian, or Teep?

GEE I WONDER

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Lil doodle for pride month :)

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