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phantomskeep · 1 year

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Hey, so for your new dpxdc post about w*ndigo Danny is cool but please be aware that you are appropriating a closed spiritual traditions of Algonquian-speaking First Nations in North America- like, really truly people know that those beings exist and will definitely murder them if named. Again, I do think the post is neat just not with that particular entity.

Heyhey! I am aware that the post is a bit of a questionable "is this okay to do" due to the rocky relationship between Native Americans and the people who came to colonize America (hnngg that sounds bad?? but I have no idea how to word it differently. Basically that Native American culture has been butchered beyond belief at best, appropriated at worst, by the rest of the world). I have done my fair share of research on the wendigo subject - from books to documentaries to scholar articles to blogs to even Reddit/Tumblr posts - and from what I understand it is not taboo to speak of a wendigo. Many people get the Navajo's Skinwalker mixed up with the more northern wendigo and over time non-native pop culture have mixed the two and gotten them confused over time.

As I stated before, however, I am not a member of any Native American nation, nor a member of any Algonquian speaking culture. Again - this is not my culture and I am not looking to offend or appropriate any. I'm just a humble US cowboy mixed with a dose of Japanese farmer with a dash of cajun mariner; but I would also like to stress that I did not make that post while being uninformed.

That being said, from my understanding on this subject the word "wendigo" is not one that cannot be spoken. This is, again from what I've been able to find, because "wendigo" is not the actual spelling/name of the spirit. I'm not going to write or say what the Algonquian word is because that is something I don't think those nations want spread, based on the context that I found it in.

If you have the sources where you got your information from, can you please share them with me? Even if it's just another Anon message with a sneaky link to them, or the name of where you got it from that would be really great.

I will be going back to my DCxDP idea post and clarifying that the version of "wendigo" I am using is the more pop-culture version rather than the actual folklore.

If you want to see the other post I did regarding a small, teeny-tiny slice of some of the digging I have done on the subject, follow this link here.

I love the folklore behind wendigos (thanks, Hannibal) and have been on a decade-long binge on any information regarding them. They're cool, even if I (personally) tend to enjoy the bastardized "not actually a wendigo because it has antlers and is not a spirit" more than the actual folklore - which I can and will admit is appropriation to a degree. What can I say? I saw a zombie deer one day on the farm, turned around and watched Hannibal for the first time. I was hooked because I thought I actually saw a wendigo/ravenstag/weird cannibal thing chilling my backyard. Ten years later and I can fully admit I just saw an ill deer and was immediately slapped with a fucked-up version of cool folklore.

Again, if you have the sources that you got your information from and wouldn't mind sharing I would be super happy <3 I want to be as informed as possible, which is something I believe I have done. But! I know I can make errors and would like to fix them as much as possible. Having the source on hand would be great, because I am planning on using wendigo/wendigo-adjacent lore in a story I am currently writing. I am planning on hitting up some Natives from the areas the folklore originated from before I wrote my ideas into the plot and now it seems like I need to do that more than ever haha.

Hopefully this clarifies some stuff? If you want to have an anonymous conversation on this subject keep filling up my inbox, I love talking about this subject because I learn so much new stuff every time.

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bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls · 3 years

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I am sure you have noticed it too. 90% of your asks are anonymous. What’s your theory behind it? Is it because these people have non-porn blog and don’t want to be associated with a nsfw blog, let alone one like yours (I mean that in a good way)? Is it because they are intimidated by your intelligent, deviant and sometimes brutal answers? Is it because they know you in real life and don’t want to oust themselves to you? Or is it You who chooses to answer only anonymous asks and ignore the rest? Also I get a feeling that it’s the same handful of people asking you these questions, what’s your guess? Also what do you think is the demographics (in terms of gender and sexual orientation) of your anons? —— I understand that the answers to all the questions will be your best guess, nevertheless, I am curious.)

I have noticed this for a while and have resisted asking but here we are…..

I haven't counted, but 90% is probably in the ballpark. That's never seemed odd to me... I've been logged in to two other Tumblr accounts with large follower counts, and despite both being run by approachable, sweet girls, the vast majority of their asks were anons. (The ones that weren't were mostly "I want to rape you, fuckpig" comments from dudes who actually thought that would hook them up.)

Back in the days before we had DMs on Tumblr, I had lots more "signed" asks... but once there was a way to reach out to me without public exposure, most of the known entities turned to wholly private communication.

In addition, known entities who are happy to be associated with me are more likely to just mention me in one of their posts, and get a response via reblog.

Today, most of the non-anons I receive are preceded with "Please don't post this..." They're from people who want to talk, but are assiduously polite, and don't want to just barge into my personal space.

I also get the odd submission, but at this point, I'm extremely conservative about the photos I'll post... I received a lovely one a couple weeks ago, for example, but a little speck of nipple can be perceived, and I'm not going to give Tumblr an excuse.

If someone approaches me as a person with a name, I respond to them like a person. If someone approaches me as an anonymous nothing, there's a pretty good chance I'll be at least condescending in my response, if not full-on mean. And my audience loves it when I give myself permission to be a dick.

RE: non-porn blogs... there's something to that, and it doesn't just apply to SFW folks. There are plenty of girls with sex/kink blogs out there who are hesitant to talk openly to me because they don't want their followers lecturing them about their taste.

In addition, the predictable behavior of men means that I am slightly more careful about posting signed asks. As soon as I reblog/answer someone, they inevitably start receiving shitty messages/asks from random assholes... I don't like contributing to it.

It's also worth noting that a lot of people turn to me for advice about the doms they meet online, and as a rule, said doms are not terribly fond of this. (Most of these guys would be upset at their girls' talking to anyone, but some of them are particularly unhappy when I'm the "anyone".) To them, an anonymous ask often feels like less of a betrayal while seeking my counsel.

RE: intimidation... Considering how many of my asks specifically mention "I'm afraid to approach you", I'd say that's definitely a factor. It's one thing to think, "Oh, I want to be degraded and bullied by this awful man", and another to actually experience it. (The fact that I don't do that to known entities who haven't asked for it doesn't seem to matter.)

I doubt any of my anons know me outside of Tumblr.

RE: the same handful. There are undoubtedly people who go on ask-jags and pepper me with loads of questions, but it's worth pointing out that what you see here is a mix of current asks and stuff I've pulled out of the depths of my overflowing inbox... in just the last few days, I've posted "new" asks from last weekend, six months ago, and a year ago. (There's one in the queue from 2019.) Now, my fangirls tend to be die-hards, so it's possible that it's the same five chicks across the last seven years, but all signs point to it being more diverse than that.

As for the demographics, that's obviously a wild guess. Once upon a time, I'd have said it was 10:1, women to men, but since the pandemic, things are more like 5:1. (That and the fact that I've seen a giant uptick in asks from seemingly sincere but kink-clueless people has resulted in the "softening" of some of my content... the more men and newbies I have looking, the more I feel like I need to tread carefully.) There are transfolk of all types following me, and again, more women than men. I have a lesbian crowd out there, which seems to be split between girls with fantasies of horrible guys "fixing them", and doms who feel a certain kinship with how I think about this stuff. I see the occasional gay sub-guy pop up, but they comprise the smallest slice of My People. And finally, there are those who find me completely unappealing on a sexual level, but love my writing.

#asks

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝐓𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚

Requested by Anon from this list: can I request a JJ prompt with nr 19 ('One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss')?

A/N: Hey Guys!!! This one is kinda short, but I love it:) Let me know what you think. , it isn’t edited, so sorry for the typos. As always my inbox/asks/messages are open so tell me what your thinking:)

It had been one of the toughest days that I’d had in a while. Things at work just didn’t seem to have gone in my favor, I got in a huge fight with my mom over something dumb, and I felt like complete and utter shit. I was sat on the dock of the Chateau, my home away from home, as it was for the rest of the pogues, with a bottle of tequila in my right hand and the black metal Juul in the other. The small light on it illuminating the air around me as I took a long hard hit, letting the menthol cool the path from my mouth to my lungs. The tears that welled in my eyes was made it harder to focus on the positive thoughts on my mind. The negative ones seeming so much stronger tonight than they have been in a while.

“Woah there” I voice call from behind me as I let the bottle fall from its upside-down position over my mouth. I felt my face twist in into a grimace as a reaction to the harsh burn on the tequila making its way down to my stomach. I heard the soft padding of feet behind me before JJ made himself comfortable in the seat right beside me. His arm and leg brushing against mine as he sat. “Tequila?” He questioned with a laugh.”Must have been one hell of a day?” He reached out taking the bottle from me.

“Hey!” I protested, leaning over to try and grab it back. Everything around me started to spin at my current actions as my hold on the dock slipped and I fell forward, straight into JJ’s lap. Before I could fall into the water JJ stopped me, his free hand wrapping around my upper body, pulling me into him. I heard him set the bottle down, and helped me to sit back upright.

“Maybe you’ve had enough? Yea?” He smiled, picking the bottle up once more, but this time taking his own few swigs. I rolled my eyes, letting him finish up his own drinking. I stared at the dark ocean that was laid in front of us, the darkness of the night making the water appear a thick black. I felt a shiver run down my spine as the breeze coming off the ocean was chilling.

“Come here,” JJ said throwing an arm around my shoulders. The thing about JJ and I was that we were friends, but there was always this unspoken tension between the two of us. Nothing that made either one of us uncomfortable, just more so the kind that heightened all of my senses around him. It was way that his thumb was lazily drawing mindless patterns into my shoulder, or the way that his arm was slung so carelessly around my shoulder was warming me up in a way that made the butterflies in my stomach fly around in nauseating circles. Maybe it was the alcohol that was running through my veins forcing the heated red blush to creep up my cheeks at his simple actions.

“You gonna tell me what all of this is about?” JJ asked, his face turning towards me so I could practically feel his breathy voice on my ear. I was thankful for the darkness that surrounded us so that it could hide the deepening blush of my cheeks.

“It was just a really bad day.” I sighed, allowing myself to lean my head against JJ’s shoulder. I was surprised to feel him rest his atop mine.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He questioned, his voice still soft.

“Just feels like everything that went wrong could have gone wrong, you know?” I said not really wanting to get into it. I moved my head so that I was facing JJ now. Looking him right in his blue eyes, that seemed to be filled with worry. ‘Don’t look at me like that either J.” I said rolling my eyes.

I was able to see the look of confusion behind his face, as he quickly smiled. “What I can’t care about you?” He joked, but the moment became much more serious as he looked me in the eye. I felt like he could see right into my soul. I didn’t often feel weak or broken, but at that moment I did. I felt like I was shattering, and JJ Maybank was the only one that could use the glue. Something stronger than me took over in that moment. I let my gaze focus on the way that his lip was pulled between in teeth in worry, or the way that his soft blue eyes were scanning over my face.

I went for it, pressing my lips against his. I felt every bit of the tension that had been held between the two of us over the past few years. The kiss was short, as JJ was frozen. I poured my heart into the kiss, only to pull away, mortified, as I looked at JJ. He leaned back away from me as I let my eyes line with tears, the realization set in.

I took a deep, shaky, breath before I moved away from JJ. I realized that his rigid arm was still around me. “I- I am so sorry.” I started, as I began to move.

“No no. I-” He used his arm around my shoulder, the other moving to cup, my now tear-stained cheek, forcing me to look at him. His eyebrows knitted together, as he seemed to be searching my eyes for something.

“Can we just forget about this or-”

I was cut off by JJ, “Do you want to do this? Like this isn’t because you’re drunk or you’re upset? It’s because you really want this?” He questioned. My heart dropped when his voice broke in the last sentence.

I answered his question by once again pressing my lips into his. This time the butterflies erupted in my stomach the moment I felt his lips move against mine, in a fast, passionate kiss. His arm stayed wrapped around me, his hand still cupping my face pulling me impossibly close to me. I was completely and utterly wrapped up in the feeling of JJ. I let my hands run through his hair, as we continued to kiss, the wind blowing, chilling the air around us, causing us to only want to pull one another closer.

I pulled away letting my forehead rest against JJ’s “There is no way I would ever not want to do this” I said with a smile.

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caligoascendant · 3 years

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HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAH! THROWS QUESTIONS AT YOU LIKE NINJA STARS! What's your favorite book and movie? What piece of any kind of media has left the biggest impact on you? Have you ever encountered anything even YOU couldn't fully explain? Have you ever scared somenone more than you intended to?

Hello there, treasured and curious anon who peppers my inbox with delightful little messages now and again. I must say, it always is a pleasant surprise to see you, as it typically is quite the ancient tomb in here with all the long forgotten blogs who've sent messages my way.

Let me start with a preface in that my favorites do slip and slide and change on occasion, as in my nature. Further more, media impact of such a scale simply cannot be granted in such absolute quantifying terms with me, as I simply find so many myriad ways in which media has impacted me. Plus...there's a great many topics and entertainment that I feel would be difficult to hone out in the meager space provided for me here.

So let us begin with the first part of your question, favorite book and favorite movie.

My current favorite book is a a little tome called 'The Mirror in the Dark'. The book was written by a gentleman named Omir, Blazen in Salt. You see, Omir wrote the book about his experiences tending a lighthouse after he had extinguished a sacred flame. The tending of the lighthouse was his penance, a solitary exile of two years time where only a boat delivered supplies every few months. Omir's time tending the lighthouse was relatively uneventful until he discovered a door he could not open. Weeks turned into months as it gnawed on him before he finally broke in and found a stairway behind the door, which lead into a basement. The basement was empty besides two objects.

A chair.

And a mirror.

Noting this as strange, Omir left and relocked the door. He tended to the lighthouse as usual and turned in for the evening amidst the roaring wind.

Before finding himself awakening in the dark.

In front of that mirror in the hidden basement.

The story is quite the lovely tale of isolation and the delving into matters unknown and esoteric.

As for favorite movies, as of late, well...I'm very partial to 'The cat's day out.' Which is a film that Doppel was able to organize with all the feline Vassals within my Tower and them showing off the shenanigans they got upto. It is so very dear to me to see them so happy and confident. Naturally, Doppel's camera work and ability to capture the life of her subjects truly excels the works to other levels.

I've not yet encountered anything I could not deduce and figure out with time. But I've come across plenty of things I have not experienced yet! That's the thrill of existence, I must say. Finding new things...and figuring them out! What sort of Eldritch Overlord would I be for things to remain unexplained to *I*?

Finally, yes I have scared many more than I intended to. Indeed, I often have misjudged exactly how much my own natural kindness and delightful nature can put people at ease, especially upon first meeting. I know I do look to be the cutting image of otherworldly charm and utterly unnatural delight...but rest assured, the impact that is *me* actually being there, in person, has a tendency to overwhelm.

There have been many an occasion where I simply respected wishes and left. Though, just the same, there have been times I've rolled with the situation and promoted myself to higher realms of antagonism. Sometimes, one must roll with the role they find themselves cast in before flipping it on its head!

#IC #Ask

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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Dear anon, I hope this finds you. Just a month ago I wrote a rather angsty piece of Billy post-mindflayer, and you then so sweetly requested something... softer and kinder for our poor tortured boy, and it seems that Tumblr has eaten that specific message, because I cannot for the life of me find it now, and I do not have enough requests in my inbox to have it just vanish in a jumble. But here you go, from me to you, some slight fluff and happy Billy.

“Enjoying the view, Harrington?” Billy grins.

To think that it's been over a year now. Time flew by and everything is back to normal now.

Well... as normal as can be. The Byers moved to Ohio, and from the way Nancy tells it, they're happy. There's a new chief of police, and although no one will ever compare to Hopper, he's handling it all pretty well. Dustin's currently on vacation in Utah, visiting his girlfriend, and he calls almost every day to ask for advice from Steve, who's loving every second of being a brother figure to that little dipshit. And Billy...

Billy's lying down on a sunbed by the pool. Eyes closed behind sunglasses, a knowing smile stretches out his lips, and chest bare under the sun, scars exposed.

Steve's lying underneath a parasol they set up for him specifically, because ten minutes in the summer sun and he's as red as a lobster. He's on his side, head perched up on his hand as he stares at his boyfriend, who then tilts his head aside with a brow raised expectantly, waiting for a response.

So maybe not everything is back to normal, but Steve finds no reason to complain about the way everything is now.

“Yeah,” he says softly.

And Billy sits up, legs spread on to either side of the seat, smile growing till his lips parts with a show of teeth, and pats the empty space between his thighs.

It's been over a year now since Billy moved in. Half a year since he started letting people touch him again. Weeks since their first kiss. And Steve's heart still flutters all the same whenever Billy asks for his attention this way.

Three long steps and he's sitting down in front of Billy, at a safe distance where they're not touching yet, but close enough for him to count the numerous, subtle freckles, close enough to almost taste the sweat that rests across Billy's chest.

His chest, that's covered in deep scars several tones paler, reaching far and wide across the statuesque form of Billy Hargrove. The doctors at Hawkins Hospital had done their best to stitch up the death-defying wounds; they saved his life and helped him through recovery, but...

At first he wish they hadn't. Months that felt like years spent full of hate and shame of what's become of him now, barely a resemblance of the charming, irresistible bad boy he used to be. He feels like a husk of himself, and knows that there's no going back to the way it used to be. The way he used to be.

But maybe... maybe that's ok.

Because every single day, Steve's there, here, with Billy, a constant force of reassurance that he's worth more than his looks. That he's deserving of forgiveness. That he's... loved.

And he notices how far away Steve sits. Looks down at the gap between them, his smile slipping into something more tender and appreciative of how unwaveringly considerate his boyfriend is. Even though they've just barely started kissing and sleeping in the same bed, they've been “passively dating” for at least two months.

Holding hands in secret, cuddling on the couch, sharing milkshakes, and going to drive-in movies together. They've even attended a few dinner parties thrown by Claudia Henderson and Dustin, and everyone is always so understanding when Billy gets tired or anxious and needs to go home.

It'll take time getting used to, but they're all so patient with him, and he's sad, in a way, that this is what it took for him to find such honest happiness. Mournful of what could have been.

Grateful of what is.

Slowly, he reaches out for Steve's cheek, and the way he leans into the touch makes Billy forget everything bad in the world. He runs his thumb over those beautiful moles that dot Steve's skin, and moves in to meet those pretty lips.

“You know, they say it's rude to stare,” Billy says as he leans away again so that he can properly see all of Steve's face.

“You make it impossible not to.” He tries to meet those clear blue eyes through the sunglasses.

“Oh yeah?” There's a nervous twinge to Billy's voice at that.

He understands that Steve means it in every good way possible, but Billy's heart still beats with anxiety, so self-aware of what he looks like now. The only time he's ever shirtless is here at home, their home, free to try and become comfortable in his own skin again. An arduous journey, but one traveled hand in hand with the only person left to trust.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes and cautiously lifts his hand, asking for permission to touch.

Billy glances shortly at the hand, before meeting those honeyed eyes that shine just for him, and gives a light nod.

“You're so handsome, Billy,” his voice as light as a feather. He reaches up for the short, messy, blond curls, and runs his fingers through. “Your hair is getting long again; such gorgeous curls of gold.

A content little sigh escapes Billy, as he closes his eyes and focuses on how heavenly it feels to have Steve stroke his hair.

“You have such a strong jaw, the most perfect blue eyes, and your smile makes me weak in the knees,” he continues praising and entangling his fingers with blonde locks.

“Mmmh, Stevie,” Billy's voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me,” a gentle plea.

And Steve has no intention not to obey. He leans forward and is met with Billy halfway, lips fitting together perfectly like a puzzle, their skin made to touch one another for all of eternity in tender embraces.

Billy dares to move next, heart rampant as he scoots closer toward Steve, and feels him spread his legs around Billy's own waist, as they slot together. He pulls away from their kiss, just to wrap his arms around Steve's shoulders and hide his face in those dark locks, chests flush.

Where Steve's quick to close his arms around Billy in a tight hug, and dips down to kiss across his shoulder and up the neck. He takes a deep inhale to engrave this moment into memory forever.

“I love you,” Billy says in the most sincere way.

Because he does, he really really does, trusts him more than he trusts himself, although that shouldn't come as a shock to anyone. And he always has, there's just something about Steve that makes him believe everything's going to be good again, and he's trying so valiantly to make everything good again.

Billy feels like he owes Steve his life. Not in a bad way, like a debt to be paid, but like a promising opportunity to give him everything he deserves, and more.

Steve hums reverently. “I love you too, Billy.” And squeezes tighter.

#Harringrove #My Writing #fluffy fluff fluff #Anonymous #request #Sometimes tumblr just fucking.... sucks #This isn't the first time it has happened #Even sometimes the ask gets cut in half #and that is honestly the most infuriating thing ever #Tomorrow is actually exactly a month since I wrote the angsty one #but I can't wait till then #this didn't really take me a month to write #but I was too unsure about how to end it #and if I didn't do it here and now I probably never would #I WANT to write more Billy post flayer #but I like to live in a world where it just.... didn't happen #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 5 years

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Transitioning

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Requested By: Anon - Could I get an Elijah and reader with prompts 2. You lied to me and 9. I needed you. Please (From this prompt list)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Mentions of torture, normal blood and gore, mentions of death, nightmares, emotional breakdown. That pretty much covers it.

Author’s Note: Well look at me getting to things in my inbox. I knew eventually I was gonna get to some angsty things with future posts but with this prompts I figured I might as well get to it now. As always, prompts are in bold.

(Credit of gif goes to rightful owner)

Things were going to be different now. As much as you tried to wrap your mind around it, you couldn’t quite believe it. But no matter how many times in the last several hours that you drank from a blood bag, that you watched your face change in the mirror, or how many times you twirled the ring on your finger, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that you were a vampire.

This was something you never wanted, at least not yet. You had loved your human life, even if it wasn’t the best. It was a work in progress and you wanted to experience several other things while human, not as a vampire. You could have easily denied the human blood and not go through with the transition, but you weren’t ready to die.

Your death came because of your association with the Mikaelsons. You knew who and what they were from the moment they came into the city, but it never stopped your curiosity about the original family. You befriended them, and grew to love them. Most importantly you had formed a close bond with Elijah that soon grew into a relationship.

You were content on being human for a few more years and Elijah never dissuaded you from that idea. It was how you kept some sense of control of your life, to have that choice. When you were ready, it’d be Elijah’s blood that would turn you. A vial of his blood had been close by just in case you decided it was time while Elijah hadn’t been around. Of course earlier, it had either been to take the blood or die without it in your system.

While the Mikaelsons had been out of the city to deal with an enemy, you had been left alone in the compound. What was supposed to be the safest place to you in that moment turned into last place you wanted to be at.

The enemy had sent the Mikaelsons out of the city with a distraction with the hopes of finding any of the weapons that could put them down. While they didn’t find any of the weapons, they had found you. And they weren’t about to let you go so easily. It was their voices and their actions that had made you glad you had taken the vial of blood at the first crash you heard in the compound.

Hours later you were here, staring out of the window of one of the guest rooms. Your death still fresh in your mind. While you wanted to erase it all from your memory, you knew you had to work through it. You knew every impulse and emotion was going to be heightened and it was going to get worse before any of it got better.

Even as you stood there looking out the window, this new experience was your curse and a blessing. The jazz that you loved listening to sounds too loud in your ears as the band parades through the streets. You could hear things you never heard before and you wanted to know where they were coming from. But the one thing that threw you off was that you could hear the familiar Bently pull up followed by the sound of car doors slamming shut.

It felt strange to be able to hear Elijah’s voice downstairs before hearing his footsteps as he made his way upstairs. You had been able to track his movements through the compound even as he came to a stop just outside your guest room. You could even pick up on the way his hand lifted and hesitated to knock.

“Come in Elijah.” You said never taking your eyes off the window before you.

Only a second later you could hear the doorknob turn and the door begin to open as if it was right there by your ear. You could hear Elijah take a step into the room while looking for you. When his eyes landed on you, you could hear the release in the breath he seemed to be holding.

“What happened?” He asked as he took a few more steps closer. Each step had been hesitant. He didn’t want to overwhelm you in anyway. Especially now that you were a newly turned vampire.

Your eyes watched as the band below continued to play, never missing a beat, completely oblivious to the hidden world around them. “The compound was attacked.” You said it as if it was nothing, almost mechanical. That it had just been another day in New Orleans. “I was able to drink the vial of your blood before they killed me.” You said skipping the gory details that happened.

While you couldn’t voice them, you could easily see them play through your head. You could see the vampires making their way through the compound looking for what they came there for. You could see and feel the way they had grabbed a hold of you from your hiding spot. How they tortured you to give any information on the weapons they were there for. All of that before they slice your throat open and let you bleed to death as they left.

“How did they-”

“You lied to me.” You said cutting him off. You could feel the emotions bubbling up inside of you. You had been fine one moment and the next you were ready to break down and cry. “You said I’d be safe here while you were gone.”

You finally looked away from the window and turned towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the man before you. Even through the tears you could see the worried look on his face, the guilt in his eyes as he looked at you.

He should have been there with you. He should have stayed behind while everyone else went ahead. But he hadn’t figured out that it had only been a distraction until they had been there waiting. It was a photo message that he received of you that had confirmed it.

By the time they reached the compound, you had already transitioned with the help of Davina, who had been called to check in on you. She had been the one to make the daylight ring for you.

“Y/N…” He began as he took a few more steps closer to you. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have left you behind. You would have been by my side away from harm.”

“But I wasn’t.” You said as you shook your head as you watched him. “You left and I was killed, Elijah. I wasn’t supposed to be a vampire yet.”

It hurt Elijah to see you this way. It hurt him to hear the way your voice broke at the end. He knew you were upset but with the heightened emotions you were currently feeling, he knew that it must have felt so much worse to you. He closed the distance between the two of you, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to bring you comfort.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/N.” He said as he gently rubbed your back. There would never be any words to express how sorry he had been. This had been his fault. He had been the one to suggest you stay behind. He had been afraid that taking you along would get you injured in some way, but he had been wrong. The threat wasn’t there, it was right there in their home.

The apology had triggered something with in you. You knew it was tied in with the anger you felt towards Elijah and the rest of the Mikaelsons for leaving you alone as they had. While you knew it wasn’t intentional and they had no idea that you’d die, it still angered you. A second passed and your hand landed hard against his chest.

The action had surprised Elijah. But he knew the pent up emotions weren’t going to do you any good until they were released. It was why he just allowed you to take your anger out on him in that moment. When slapping his chest wasn’t enough, you began to ball your fists hoping that the force of the hit would be easier.

“I needed you!” You yelled as your fists began to hit his chest as he still held you. “I needed you to save me.” A sob passed your lips before grabbing a hold of the lapels of his suit and pulling yourself closer to him. You felt his arms tighten around you and felt his lips at the top of your head as you let everything out of your system.

At some point the tears had stopped though you never let go of Elijah. There was a part of you that was afraid if you let go, he’d disappear from your sight. You just needed him to be there with you. You barely registered that Elijah had adjusted you slightly before he was able to pick you up and gently place you on the bed with him.

He could tell by the way your fists had never loosened around the fabric of his suit jacket that you wanted to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. As he made it so you both would be comfortable, it wasn’t long before you had began to drift off to sleep.

“How is she?” Freya asked as she peeked her head into the room. The words had sounded like whispers to your half asleep brain.

“As can be expected for a new vampire.” Elijah replied to his sister. “If tonight is any indication of what is to come, the three of you will have to handle things. I won’t be leaving her alone for a while.”

“I’ll let them know.” Freya said with a nod before closing the door.

Hours later, you shot up in bed. Your dreams had been plagued with the memories of your death. A reminder that you were in fact a vampire. While you didn’t want to be one just yet, you knew it was going to take some getting used to.

“Y/N?” Elijah’s voice was soft as his hand ran up your arm softly. He had heard and felt you having a nightmare and sat up the moment you shot up in your spot. “A nightmare?”

You nodded your head knowing that even in the dark, he’d be able to see it. If you could easily see things around you clearly, you know he could as well. After a moment you turned to look towards him. “Will any of this get easier?”

Elijah sighed softly as he placed his hand against your cheek. “With time and practice, it will become easier.”

You leaned into his touch before nodding your head slightly. Placing your hand on top of his, you pulled it away only to interlock your hands together as the both of you laid back down. “Just promise me you wont leave me behind again.” You said softly. You kissed his cheek before laying your head to rest on his chest.

“You have my word.” He said as he kissed the top of your head. There was no way he was going to let you leave his sight anytime soon. After the events of the day, he had no intention of leaving you for more than a few moments. It was going to either a dagger or a white oak stake to keep him from being with you.

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incarnateirony · 4 years

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I'm sorry but you come across as a joke. If SPN had just given me everything I've wanted for a decade - bi Dean - I'd be so thrilled that's all I'd be focusing on. Instead, you're triggered by any person who disagrees. You're calling people who don't see it bitter. You're just trying too hard. Textual confirmation would require non of the exertion. Pro fans would be happy. Antis would be livid. Instead, you're misquoting Kelios because her canon crap posts are mainly about Sam Dean separation. 1

2 But instead of quoting her correctly, you’re implying she thinks what’s crap is that Dean is bi when she literally stated no, Dean isn’t gay or bi so I don’t see how one could interpret that joke. Kelios isn’t saying she’s seeing it. Someone else says they took that joke that way. The problem is - that joke was also taken other ways, by other people. Hence, it’s not clear. At all. My whole timeline of destiel shippers were bored and actually frustrated with the lack of bisexuality.

Wow look at this whole assed joke in my inbox, so let’s break down how many lies, fallacies and intentional misdirections you included over the course of two asks.

1. “IF SPN HAD GIVEN ME WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANTED HOW I WANTED THEN I WOULDN’T BE DELETING THE CURRENT CANON CONTENT NOW” is not a valid defense, I don’t know what you think you accomplished.

2. “Triggered” is nice hot button language, but it’s adorable because you’re… the one *here*. In *my* inbox. Hiding on *your* keyboard behind *tumblr’s anon mask* So now that we have that out of the way, as much as you want to rev this up to being a loss of control by me, I’m not the one screaming about not getting my way exactly how and when I want on my schedule in someone else’s inbox. K?

3. Oh would you like the screenshot where she admit that it’d be gay if it went like that? I posted it twice I can do it again. Or do you need the one of her desperately attempting to pretend Dean fucking half a corpse was a rational explanation? They all know it.

3b. “Kelios isn’t saying she’s seeing it.”

Okay so you’re right! She didn’t see it. Her anti friend did and talked her through it. She then just blatantly denied the text that came through her screen and then tried to whip up a corpse-fucking answer instead? Cuz the other answer IS gay?

4. Many people took that many ways. *checks all twitter and tumblr trends* Yeah sure okay keep telling yourself that now that you realize you’ve niched your point of view into being contingent on the screaming of several people so obsolete the plot has literally mocked them as villains and had authors block them. It’d really, REALLY suck to realize you’ve been manipulated by a group of tinfoil covered brotherfuckers with a collective IQ of 30 this whole time and that all the warnings you’ve chosen to ignore about it might have been right, GOD that would suck, wouldn’t it?

5. YOU’RE TRYING TOO HARD UWU YOU’RE MAKING TOO MUCH EFFORT

What? Drawing stick figures pointing out how fucking stupid you’re being? Is that hard effort for you?

Answering the anons YOU just sent a multibrick message to MY blog after YOU navigated HERE to do so?

Pointing out that the text is the text?

NOT having to explain in circles?

Let’s see what effort: “Holy shit another time Dean had a group encounter with a guy only this time they included double dogging a single target in the text.”

Yeah god that’s so much harder a fucking point to reach than “well since that would make dicks touch and he’s not gay then clearly they murdered her, cut her in half, and fucked her corpse.”

Who’s the try hard here?

Or I dunno.

The person who just sent a series of absolute kindergarten level logic in two bricks to my inbox because you are *deadass furious* that I am *flatly celebrating textual content* that *requires NO FURTHER EXPLANATION?*

Yeah sure.

Effort.

Look, your staunch refusal is your problem sweetie.

Edit: I just realized this person sent me a part 3, 4, and 5 of further wordsalad while I was writing this but it’s equal canon deletion “WAHHH I DON’T LIKE IT” is strong in it, such as “I DON’T LIKE IT LIKE I DON’T LIKE DEAN GOING AFTER A CHEERLEADER” okay but it sucks but that happened? That doesn’t make it go away? I REPEAT IF YOU MISSED IT: THINGS YOU DONT LIKE ARENT NON-CANON JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE THEM.

I *am* half tempted to publish this embarrassing mess of the rest of the messages, since they’re at least anon and wouldn’t be publicly mortified by name for a long series of personal revelation that literally lists a long series of events that happened in canon that they don’t like, while debating what “counts” as canon, and saying this isn’t canon because… it’s like… those other… canon… things…

Literally no matter how much you pretend you’ve successfully jockeyed the goalposts around on What Words Mean and What Happened In The Show, the content and goalpost and target is still there. You’re the only one running in circles. But thanks for unwittingly betraying that it isn’t that you don’t see it, it’s again, that you don’t like it, because you choose in to drag other associations, and then dismiss the content. Because you don’t like it.

Which is the core of this conversation right now.

Thanks.

I’ll pass on individually addressing the rest of this ridiculousness since addressing the first 2/5 asks still took 2 pages to dismantle all the smoke you were pouring out, I really don’t need to double or triple it.

o/~ No matter how hard you try to delete the text, the text still exists. o/~

o/~ It exists if you like it o/~

o/~ It exists if you hate it o/~

o/~ It exists as it exists even if you wish it was more o/~

o/~ The text gives no fucks if you like it o/~

IT SIMPLY EXISTS.

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thedarkbathtub · 6 years

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June 18 - July14

Masterlist

I’m not far from having more (and more guilt-free) writing time. I cannot wait to up my output again. I just don’t have the time to spare at the moment, which is driving me a little loopy, but needs must. Anyhoo, here’s what’s happened in the last 4 weeks or so.

There’s are some questions for you guys later in the post if you happen to get that far!! 😘

Series:

Neighbours Collection

The first part of Changkyun’s neighbour au went up. Finally... but no more has been added since! It’ll come eventually! 😝

A Stumble In The Dark

No new updates.

Jealousy

We’re now up to part 5 of Jealousy!

By The Sword

This wee one finally got an update with Part 3!

Cassette

I had to go and start another fic, didn’t I... Well when inspiration hits, you just have to do your thing, and we’re already three uploads in. The format of this one is a little different. I hope you like it.

One-Shot(s):

I still have many of the requests from before waiting to be done, but I did manage to get one done, which II really enjoyed writing, so a massive thank you to the anon who requested it!

“Well, when I walk outside naked, people throw garbage at me.” (feat. Vernon)

Feel free to Request a one-shot. And don’t forget you can also request a prompt from one of these two lists, like the one above:

F.R.I.E.N.D.S Prompts | The One With The Quotes

[Prompt List]

F.R.I.E.N.D.S Prompts | The One With The Titles

[Prompt List]

Behind The Scenes:

Neighbours Collections

No moves on any of these recently.

By The Sword

I worked out some bits and bobs, and I’m keen to get writing. The lack of time or brain space available to me right now is super frustrating.

Jealousy

I’ve not made any moves on this recently. Every time I open the document, there’s tumbleweed. Pretty sure it’s a result of everything else that’s going on, but it’s no less frustrating.

Hidden Treasures

No moves on this one... again.

A Stumble in the Dark

I’ve written a little of part 9, but not much... same reasons as for the rest!

Cassette

This is the one that has had the most going on, but it’s been ever so sporadic.

Plans for the coming weeks:

Writing anything, as and when I can... the plan is a simple one! 🤓

Feedback:

If you’ve read this post, and my fics, you have an idea of who I (currently) write for, and what kinds of stories I’ve been writing up to now.

I may not be regularly posting at the moment, but when I get back to it, I’d like to be prepared, so...

What groups do you want to see?

What have you guys been enjoying most?

Are there any particular au’s that you’d like to read about?

Is there anything that you feel is missing?

I’d really appreciate it if you’d let me know, on this post, in my inbox, as a message. I won’t necessarily publish all responses to this, but I’d love to know what kind of content you guys want to see

Music to write to:

Ahn ye Eun - Kingdom, 피루엣

Jung Ilhoon - She’s Gone, Fancy Shoes

BTOB - Discography

The Vamps - Night & Day (album)

Five Seconds of Summer - Youngblood

Sigrid - Strangers

Freya Ridings - Ultraviolet

Joel - She’s Gone

Villagers - A Trick of the light

#round up #what i've been writing #music to write by #feedback #questions for you guys

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doodlingadventures · 6 years

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About the C.Golden Novel

I’ve got 4 anons in the inbox asking me the same thing, “Do you think that something will happen in Before the Storm that will make Sylvanas’s actions more justified?” And... well, here are my thoughts

(if they’re al the same person, yeah, I got your message, but I need time to answer my friend xD)

#BFAspoilers

Ok, so first of all, something must have happened; In the recent scenarios, night elves are supposed to be sending a good chunk of their troops towards Silithus, to the point where Darnassus and Ashenvale’s only defense is Malfurion. Although the only big events that Blizzard is giving us are the Burning of Teldrassil and the Siege of Lordaeron, some big events that happen in the novels are never referenced in game (Garrosh’s trial, for one).

Anyway, my point, whatever happens, can’t be caused by the Horde. Not to justify Sylvanas’s actions, because, let’s be honest, she doesn’t need it. Whatever happens must justify the other Leaders of the Horde supporting her.

For one, Blizzard needs to convince us that Baine, an outspoken pacifist, someone that considers himself a friend to Anduin, someone that spoke up against Garrosh while he was doing this exact same shit, leader of a culture centered around the worship of a nature Goddes and pretty pacifists in general, and advised by a fucking Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle (Hamuul Runetotem, if you’re wondering) is not only going to be ok with these attacks, but is also going to actively collaborate. (And be ok with blightspreading, but that’s for another post, because thats a lot to adress, and include all the races)

Then, they have to give us a justified reason as to why would the Blood elves be willing to leave the Eastern Kingdoms for an All Horde Kalimdor, as Sylvanas wants. Because... What about the Sunwell? Do you really think that the Sin'dorei are going to leave their city, their fountain of Light that literally keeps them alive and sane, behind, so the Alliance has it? After all they fought to purify it, and Lor’themar had to kick out Alleria and the Void elves for the fear they had of it being corrupted? And we don’t even know if the Sunwell can be transported. We are talking about the purified heart of a Naaru mixed with Arcane energy and water resting/contained in a platform... I don’t know for sure if it can be moved or transported, but if the Elves could have done so during Arthas’s attack, they probably would have…. so I doubt the Sunwell is going anywhere.

Then, they have to convince us about the Darkspears. That one may seem simple, since Vol’jin was the one that wouldn’t have favoured war, and he is no longer amongst us, but, the current leader seems to be Rokhan, and he is of the same line of thinking as Vol’jin (in fact, on the recently datamined text about the Shalayn, “Sylvanas wants ta give 'em a chance. Dey got no home left. If dey can work with us, den dey got a home with da Horde. If not, dey be gone.” His attitude is very in character, considering he is from the “warcraft III to WoTLK Horde” way of thinking. He is also always described as a sweetheart, I’m kinda quoting Thrall). If you want to argue that Rokhan is not the leader of the Darkspear and that another member is, the only options left are Master Gadrin (whom, in all honestly, is more like one of the elders of the tribe and guides the youngsters, I have yet to see help in decission making or war planning or... away from Sen’jin village), or Zen’tabra, another Druid of the Cenarion Circle, and Vanira, a Shaman and member of the Guardians of Hyjal.

If you’re thinking about that Troll that appeared in the Horde end-of-Legion cinematic, her name is Bwemba and she is an emissary.

(all of these characters I’ve ust mentioned have models for 8.0.1, so one way or another, they’ll be making an appearence. Maybe even clear a bit of the confussion with the Darkspear leadership?)

And despite everything, if there is one thing that the Darkspears are never, ever, EVER going to be ok with, is raising someone into undeath. First, because of their beliefs and hinted relationship with the Loa of death, making undead triple the heresy for them, and second, because of what motherfucking Zalazane did to them ( and no one dare say he has no relevance anymore, he is making another appearence at BFA, and the shit he pulled cannot be forgotten so easily).

Maybe in a microcosmos where this is just another tribe of trolls, they wouldn’t have problem in attacking the Night elves, but they’re not just “another tribe of trolls” and this characters are not warmongers.

The huojin... I doubt that they would be willing participants. Pandaren are not known for their streaks of cruelty or interest in war. Yeah, the Huojin are kind of the “aggressive side”, but nowhere near the level of this. They’re a wild card, so let’s leave them at a “?”.

Then, we have the Orcs. Some must be already thinking that of fucking course the Orcs would be in favor of a war, but again, context. Saurfang and Eitrigg are on the hardcore side of Honor, and the Orcs that survived the Siege of Orgrimmar were against Garrosh’s methods, tactics and phylosophy. There are still those who don’t like the Alliance, obviously, and will fight if it means survival for their people (technically that’s the whole issue with Ashenvale since classic) but that is one thing, and what the novellas and scenarios are showing us is very different. And to go backwards on this characterization for no reason is... bad writting. Also, Saurfang starts the book with a “warning” for Sylvanas, and in Ashenvale he is supporting her so... SOMETHING must have happened that changes his mind, even if in the end he can’t take it anymore. And it is in character. Rembember that this guy has been in here since the begining, and he saw what the Horde had to do to survive once the Draenei were all “dead” and the resources started to scarce in Draenor. He more than likely doesn’t want to go through that again, even if hopefully it’s not what we’re going to do.

Then we have the Forsaken. I’m not going to get into how each person writes their forsaken characters, but let’s have a soft agreement that most of them would do anything Sylvanas says, because the ones that disagreed already left her comand (there are a few, examples, but I’m pretty sure we are all thinking about that NPC in the plaguelands, so let’s leave it at that). Although I would think none of them are too happy to be leaving Lordaeron (which, yes, I’m aware of the question, why is Sylvanas so fiercely defending the Undercity if she plans on moving the whole of the Horde to Kalimdor? No idea. I’d say she plans on killing the maximum number Alliance possible, and leaving the city unhabitable? But then we are fighting to get hold on some Eastern Kingdoms areas so... I have not enough data to answer that properly)

The Goblins.... to which, yes, there are exceptions, but if they’re under Gallywix’s orders and there’s profit, they’ll collaborate.

About the Allied races... I don’t want to go much into it, but if something happens that convinces the Tauren and Blood elves respectively, then the Nightborne and the Highmountain would be convinced too. Let’s leave it at that for now.

What kind of event must happen to fulfill this? Well, I’m not so sure. It isn’t about making the Alliance out of character either. It could be that the Alliance tests the Azerite and it’s much more powerfull than what they expected, so they destroy a Horde settlement

(I highly doubt it, because the synopsis of the book keeps painting sylvanas as the aggressor, but still, for the sake of speculating

) because there were too many Horde troops there, or by accident because they only wanted to scare them off, or, something. Or it doesn’t have to involve explossions; maybe specific characters make threats about recovering Lordaeron, or Quel’thalas, or to purge the Horde from the Eastern Kingdoms with the power of the Azerite, which makes Sylvanas go “

fine, then we all stay in Kalimdor, so fuck you

”, and the others leaders agree...?

I can’t tell you what happens because I don’t work at blizzard, but the point is that something is happening, and whatever it is, it should serve to “”justifie”” (as in, make the characters react accordingly) the actions taken by the Horde. Otherwise it is not only out of character, but also bad writting, especially if Blizzard wants to push that narrative of “After the big baddie is defeated, a war starts because we are our worst enemies” that they’re apparently so happy with, and then put one of the two factions as the clear bad guy, just to forgive everything when a bigger baddie appears, AGAIN. Like they fucking did with Grommash.

This is what I think. Hope the answer satisfies you anons!

#bfa spoilers #sylvanas #baine #the darkspears #blood elves #opinion #long text #wow spoilers #world of warcraft #speculation

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jazzyyyjones · 7 years

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Movie Nights

*Phillipa Soo x reader *Word count: 1505 Request: Hiii I have a prompt if you're willing... Pippa x reader bestfriends in love (in secret) wanting movie nights with the cast so they have an excuse to cuddle. The cast teases them relentlessly.. you choose where it goes from there - Anon

A/N: So I am currently working on part two of Broadway but I had this request in my inbox and I decided to get this out while Broadway is in the works, hopefully I’ll be able to get that out this week! Also, if you’d like to be tagged in every fic I write or in just Broadway, send me a message and I’ll be sure to add you to my list! :)

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Masterlist

You felt tears form as The World Was Wide Enough ended, the lights slowly fading as they switched to the next song. Wiping away the tears and willing yourself not to cry, you let out a soft sigh, trying to calm yourself down as you prepared for Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story to start playing.

When it did so, you felt your heart swell at the sight of Pippa standing center stage, looking flawless as always - you had loved your best friend since god knows how long, yet you knew she would never feel the same, why would she? She deserved way better, anyways.

Eventually, much to your disappointment, the show ended and the entire cast - both main and ensemble - stood up there, standing in a straight row to give their final bow. You immediately stood up from your seat, cheering loudly from the front row, right in front of the stage, making Pippa immediately look down at you and laugh, smiling at you, which made you smile back.

Let’s be honest here, if Phillipa Soo smiled at you, obviously you are automatically obligated to smile back.

And when they all went backstage, you headed straight to the stage door, showing the security guard your proof that you were allowed back stage by the cast and then walking back, heading straight to Oak and Ant, who were still in their costumes, talking. “You guys were amazing,” You breathed, smiling brightly up at them which made them immediately turn to you and smile back, bringing you into a group hug.

Letting out a content sigh, you eventually pulled away to let them go meet the special guests that had been personally invited backstage and continued to search for more cast members to hug and congratulate.

You eventually spotted Renee, who nodded her head in acknowledgement with the person she was talking to you before she turned to you, letting out a soft squeal and wrapping you up in her arms tightly. “Oh my god, Pippa wouldn’t stop talking about how you were coming tonight, she was so excited.” She laughed, pulling away but continued to keep contact with you, her hands remaining on your arms as you opened your mouth to speak, only for someone to call out her name and her to give you an apologetic look, to which you only shrugged it off and smiled, reassuring her you guys would talk later as you moved on.

Eventually, you found the person you were looking for, Pippa. “Pippa, that was absolutely amazing!” You squealed, hugging her as tight as you can and not noticing her awkward cough and blush before she wrapped her arms around your waist, giggling. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Once all of the guests had left, you and the rest of the cast met in Lin’s dressing room, trying to decide what everyone was going to do for the night. “We could go have a movie night at my house,” You suddenly suggested, looking around to see everyone’s reactions, and Pippa was the first the react.

“That sounds great!” She nodded in agreement, which made everyone scoff and laugh. “Please,” Daveed chuckled, “You’re just agreeing because you want an excuse to cuddle with Y/n.” Suddenly, both you and Pippa were blushing, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “P-Please…” She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck, “I happen to love movie nights with you guys.”

Lin scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s not what you said at the last movie night when Y/n wasn’t there.” He laughed, smirking at both of you which made Pippa go silent, unable to think of anything to say. Eventually, you cleared your throat, shaking your head. “Don’t be ridiculous you guys,” and of course, you were the only one who didn’t notice Pippa’s hurt expression at your tone.

“Alright,” Chris coughed, laughing a bit as he tried to break the silence after that. “Y/n, we’ll meet at your place for movie night, so, everyone needs to try and decide on a few movies we can watch.” Everyone nodded, getting up and excusing themselves to their dressing room, yet you were taking your sweet time to leave. “Y/n? You alright?” Lin asked, making you turn around and sigh, before nodding your head. “Y-Yeah.. I’m alright.” All he did was nod before turning back around and then you leaved, closing his door behind you.

A little bit later, you were getting out the large takeout order of Chinese food out and ready for the cast, managing to set down the last box of noodles when the door burst open, Daveed holding up Pippa’s spare key and yelling “WHO’S READY FOR MOVIE NIGHT, BITCHES.” You laughed, shaking your head and snatching the key from Daveed’s hand and handing it back to Pippa.

“Did you steal her key or did she willingly give it to you?” You smirked, cocking your head to the side as Daveed’s eyes widen a bit, “uh.. Uh.. the first one..” You chuckled, “that’s what I thought.”

“Alright, I propose we watch G.B.F,” Groff stated randomly, giving everyone in the room his wide smile at the proposition. You smiled, nodding your head, “I haven’t watched that movie in forever,” Groff cheered and ran off to your living room to put it on Netflix, pausing it right before it started and waited for everyone to come in.

When everyone came in with their own food, you and Pippa immediately claimed the loveseat, ignoring everyone’s knowing glances and playful smirks and digging into your food, Pippa leaning her head on your shoulder as the movie began and Ant turned off the lights.

During the movie, Pippa’s hand kept brushing against yours, and then played it off as if it never happened, and of course, your face was completely pink whenever she did so.

Everyone stayed and watched a few more movies after that, Jazzy and Anthony leaving after the second movie, Lin leaving after he got a call from his wife to come home, and eventually, Daveed, Leslie, Oak, Groff and Renee all leaving for no good reason at all.

But Pippa stayed and you guys ended up watching “Why Him”, you not noticing the loving look Pippa had whenever you tossed your head back in laughter, or her look of adoration at the soft smile that played at your lips.

Once the movie ended, it was silent for a bit as you got up to take all of the empty takeout boxes into the kitchen to throw them away. Once you came back, you shifted in your seat before Philippa spoke up~

“Hey Y/n?” “Yeah, Pip?”

“I love you.”

The words came out so fast and sudden that you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you as you turned to look at Philippa, her eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip, a habit she had when she was nervous.

“S-shit, I didn’t mean to say it like that~ I-I don’t love you, I mean, I do love you, but-”

“Pippa..”

“You p-probably don’t even l-love… God, love me back anyways. I can leave if you want, and you can delete my number if you really want too, a-and I won’t bother you again-”

“Philippa…”

“I won’t bother you, really, I promise, I-”

“PHILIPPA!” You yelled, laughing a bit. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, you idiot.”

Her lips formed into an ‘o’ in disbelief as she stared at you, narrowing her eyes as if she was waiting to see if you were joking or not, and when she saw your stone cold expression, she immediately leaned in, pressing her soft lips to your slightly chapped ones, and you smiled, cupping her face and pressing her closer to you as your lips moved in sync.

You giggled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her onto your lap, before she pulled away, pressing her forehead against yours and letting out a content sigh, cupping your face in her dainty hands.

“I love you, Philippa Soo,” she smiled, pressing a light peck against your lips.

“I love you so goddamn much, Y/n Y/l/n.”

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