#yea those are implied no i will not remove the tags
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emotions
summary: a study / log of the emotions you have when you arrive in teyvat.
word count: .8k
-> warnings: nothing severe. technically it’s implied you’re shot at by venti and chased out of mond but it is an imposter au after all
-> lowercase intended!
wonder.
the sun beamed down upon an ocean of grass, trees and flowers alike waving hello as you passed. cecilia’s stretched into your field of view, craving the soft linger of your fingertips, and the insects watched from afar, letting butterflies and birds cross your path instead. the earth swallowed sharp rocks and threatening stones, allowing you to move unhindered. the air was calm, perfect, the slightest of breezes brushing across your skin and rippling your clothes. the sun was warm, but not hot, there just enough for the wind to soothe.
joy.
the statue was tall, it’s figure kind. the small blue ball pulsed as you approached, but there was no surge as with the traveller. instead, it was as if the world around you became more alive for a moment, an invisible voice on the wind saying hello. you did not wield the wind, it followed you. it guided your hand up to birds and other wildlife, it swayed the lamp grass as you passed, encouraging you to pick one of the small plants to take with you. the earth will not mind, for to travel with you is payment ten times over.
confusion.
the city’s walls stretched tall, imposing, an island that lost any welcome to its character. you want to frown as the wind urges you away, towards the peaceful fields once more. the slimes are tame in your presence, the hilichurls have gifted you fruit, and the wilderness has been so pleasant; won’t you agree to stay a little longer? you don’t want to, you remember the city, the guards at the front and the birds on the bridge. it is not an enemy. the wind insists it is.
concern.
the boy stared as you passed, though his birds did not flee. they hopped up to you, as all others have, and you stopped to pet them. the pidgeons cooed and chirped, the small claws on their feet clicking against the stone. the boy was running, the wind urging you to run, even as you straightened. why? why were you in danger? why was the boy talking to the guards?
apprehension.
a sharp shout. a pale cry. man and animal alike cried injustice. weapons were taken from their place, blades drawn from sheaths, helmets joining the rest of the armor. you stand, surrounded by birds, by the wind, by the butterflies that land on your shoulders and flap their wings in a small sort of rage. the guards form a wall, a platoon, one that’s shouting words you don’t understand. you haven’t done anything, so why are they angry? the wind urges you to run. you hold your ground.
unease.
two- three people push their way to the front, blue uniforms and purple hats and white fur gleaming under the suddenly too-hot sun. the guards ask the woman in the middle a question. she nods.
indecision.
the wind howls a storm, the sun beating down upon the metal armor. the birds cry and caw, the bridge quickly turning into a hurricane of distrust with you at the eye. a small figure launches themself off the city wall, landing in a crouch in front of the three. they do not look surprised; neither do the guards. he’s reaching for something at his side. do you run, as the wind so desperately urges you to?
tension.
the small figure shouts a warning you do not hear, his words hidden within the gale surrounding you. a moment’s pause. everything happens at once.
calamity.
the guards draw their swords, the three at the front doing the same with the exception of the woman on the left, who pulls a book out of nowhere. the boy in the front raises a bow—the air is only barely able to redirect it from you in time.
horror.
the birds flutter as you turn, finally understanding the hurricane’s call. the insects around you buzz angrily, you’re surprised they’re not swept up in the storm but are too caught up in running. the stone is hard under your feet, the wind at your back pushing you along at an almost inhuman speed. you understand why it didn’t want you hear, why it fought with silent words and pulled with invisible hands. you wish you had trusted it.
fear.
your feet thudded against the earth, digging in and kicking up, digging in and kicking up, pushing you along your path. you couldn’t falter, you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t. you had to run. shouts and cries followed you, human and not, the trees opening before you only to swing back down in the face of your attackers. the cyclone around you spurs you forward, and you follow wherever it leads. you know better.
you only wish it hadn’t come at such a price.
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#sagau impostor au#fuck dialogue. all my homies hate dialogue#sagau kaeya#sagau lisa#sagau jean#sagau venti#kaeya#lisa#venti#jean#yea those are implied no i will not remove the tags#written in my english class and was meant to be longer but the bell rang so L#i was so tempted to post this immediately but am also trying to pace myself. it’s a struggle#editing this with my cat in my lap. truly the best life to live.#by ‘edit’ i mean fix spacing errors due to copy-paste transfer. every word you see under the readmore has not been touched#fun fact the ‘wind’ is supposed to be like. the spirit of decarabian? idk#it was supposed to be like. decarabian listening in on mond and trying to warn you away#in the only way he can: the remnants of his power stored in his fading soul#one that’s now kept ‘alive’ by you unwittingly but hey were getting ahead of ourselves now
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idk if theres an eng dub for link click but if they do make one i feel like it would be kinda disrespectful to anglicize the characters’ names, b/c it would imply that those in charge of the script/eng VAs don’t care enough to learn proper pronunciation of chinese names, while ignoring the importance of names and language in the series (regional dialects/spoken chinese play a central role in developing the characters and their ways of life/experiences, and anglicizing the characters’ names removes that cultural aspect of the show, which would seem especially inappropriate given how some of the plot points are based on real-life events/situations that have happened in china). i added some more thoughts in the tags but yea
#link click#just a thought#im just very happy that a donghua can so powerfully show audiences a peek into the kinds of daily struggles that modern young ppl go through#e.g. emmas entire experience as a modern working woman and the clash between class/cultural attitudes between the city and more rural areas#and anglicizing the names would remove an important aspect of these localized struggles#while glossing over the fact that this is set in china with chinese characters some of whom experienced major events (like the earthquake)#that are specific to the country#so yeah idk if im making sense and feel free to disagree but those are my thoughts on the matter
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HelloGoodbye/Part 1:It’s The End Of The World As We Know It
Summary: it’s the last day of life as you know it at Camp Redwood when the apocalypse comes calling, but what does that mean for the souls shackled to this particular hellmouth?
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: mentions of death, implied-ish smut, the end of the world?
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The day the world ended started out the same as any other.
You woke up to the sunrise, wrapped in a jumble of blankets, limbs and bleached hair.
Sleep wasn’t really necessary for the undead, but it just came naturally, like muscle memory. Plus it was a nice way to pass the time.
But it was what came after a good night’s sleep that was your favorite part of the day, more specifically it was waking up next to him.
There are few things better in life (past or present) than waking up in his arms.
Your lover? Boyfriend? Mutual sufferer in eternal purgatory?
You’re not really sure what you would call him. You and Xavier both agreed the afterlife was no place for labels.
But if you asked any of the other souls shackled to this hellmouth with you, they would all call you two the same thing; inseparable.
It had been that way for decades, you spent almost every reawoken moment together. He was the one thing that made your afterlife feel as though it’s axis tipped more towards heaven than hell.
He was the light at the end of the tunnel. And looking at him now, eyes closed, lips parted, and sleeping soundly without a care in the world. You might go as far as to say you are thankful you didn’t listen to your gut, and made the (what at the time you thought regrettable) decision to take your friend's extra ticket and step foot on the haunted site for a music festival, one that never even happened mind you.
You got stabbed in the face and she didn’t get to blow Billy Idol, you guess you would call the weekend a bust for the both of you.
You’re comfortably laying back and reminiscing, when you feel Xavier stir.
The long hum that leaves his lips, followed by their soft touch on your shoulder lets you know he’s awake and it’s followed by a mumbled “Good morning”.
“Good morning” you answer back. Leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. A little too chaste for his liking, so before you can pull away he grabs hold of the back of your neck and pulls you back down for more.
One perk of being dead, no morning breath. There’s no need to break the mood with a trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Not that that would stop him anyways, through your time with Xavier you have come to realize that there are very few things he won’t try, and even less he would determine “too gross” to kill his mood.
So much like countless mornings before this, it’s a good couple of hours before you two make it out of bed and decide to properly “get up”.
“What should we do today?” He asks as he’s rummaging through the luggage some ghost adventurer left behind in their haste to “get the fuck out of this place”. It had been years since anyone around here had partaken in any blood sport. But that didn’t mean there was still no fun in scaring the tourists. (And maybe occasional bets were taken to see who could get a camper to wet themselves first).
He pauses and holds up a pair of dark blue wranglers, waiting for your opinion.
You just shake your head in dismissal.
“We haven’t been in the lake in a while. We could take a dip...then maybe you could take a dip…” you say wiggling your eyebrows to insinuate your innuendo, while you make your way over to the stash, taking over the search for yourself.
“No”
“Why not?” You know the reason for his rejection, but can’t help giving him a little pout anyways.
“After what happened last time? Not happening.” His voice is stern but with the underlying playfulness that’s always present between the two of you.
“Oh come on...I won’t let that happen again.”
“Believe it or not, drowning is not fun, dead or alive. And you know what’s worse than drowning once? Coming back to and drowning again because the person with their legs wrapped around your head hasn’t even noticed!” He emphasizes his “anger” by snatching the green umbro shorts you’d found from your hands and proceeding to dramatically stomp his legs through the holes before pulling them up around his hips.
“You only have yourself to blame for that, if you weren’t always such a tease I would have known something was wrong. I just thought you were trying to work me up and build my anticipation, not give me some signal your foot was stuck in the mud” You argue back tossing him a cut off Duran Duran t-shirt, that despite its tag saying 2018 has been given holes and bleached to give it a “vintage” look. The irony of donning such items always makes you laugh.
As he finishes getting dressed you simply look at him with that same pout back on your face, although it slowly morphs into a smile as you see his resolve slipping away.
Who is he kidding, he could never say no to you. He would do anything you ever asked. He would drown every hour, on the hour, if it kept you looking at him the way you are now.
“Fine, but if I start slapping your thighs it is not to keep you in line, it’s me begging for oxygen.”
“Ok” you agree with a chuckle as you grab his hand and head to the door, but he holds his place, making you turn and raise a brow at him.
“And the next time those birdwatchers are in camp, you have to blow me in front of that Condor’s nest they all jizz their jeans for.”
“Sure” you answer, shrugging your shoulders, not a bad trade...
“While they’re taking pictures of it.”
You pause for barely a moment to think that over, who were you kidding, you’re just as whipped as he is.
“Deal”
You weren’t in the water very long before you heard it, a siren sounding in the distance.
Xavier had only just removed your bottoms before you were pulling him up by his hair.
“What?” He asks, as he emerges, shaking droplets out his face with a look of confusion mixed with some underlying self doubt. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you hear that?”
As you both listen the sirens start to get louder and new ones join in the cacophony of sounding alarms.
“Yea, they’re probably just testing the storm sirens?”
“All of them?”
Before Xavier can talk you out of worrying and let him “get back to work” you’re interrupted by Chet yelling at you from the dock.
“Hey! You guys should see this”
Once you both redress you make your way to the cabin which once upon a time was assigned to the male counselors, but now it serves as more of a clubhouse for the lingering spirits. Upon entry you see almost every soul in the camp crowded around the TV.
There have only been two occasions when you have all collectively been in the same place at the same time; when you got revenge on Margaret, and when you made plans for what to do about the “Ramirez problem”.
Something big must be happening.
“What’s going on?” Xavier inquires as you join the group.
“The end of the world” Answers Montana, in a voice so calm she almost sounds bored, it’s like that happens every week.
“Oh no did Belinda Carlyle die?!”
“No...not yet anyway”
Your attention is brought back to the flat screen television Jingle’s son Bobby had gifted you. After his visit, he had been kind enough to set up wifi around the camp, as well as pay for a cable package, with the help of Brooke and Rita (or whatever her real name was). After hours of trying to explain how a touch screen works, as well as the grappling concept of Bluetooth; he deemed the pursuit pretty much a wash. But you did all know how to work a television, so most days were spent watching reruns of Knight Rider or Press Your Luck, and checking in with the nightly news.
So now you found yourself surrounded by your fellow ghosts, watching the man on the tv announce the incoming missiles and saying a teary goodbye to his family.
“What does this mean? I mean for us?” The question came from one of the victims of the first massacre in the 70s, whose name you were now feeling a little guilty for never bothering to learn.
It was a good question nonetheless, your souls kept coming back after just about any obstacle thrown at you, staying attached to the camp, but would they stay attached to a camp that wasn’t even there?
Unfortunately this was also a question nobody knew the answer to.
“Should we go to a basement or something?” Chet chimed in
“I doubt a basement will win the fight against a nuclear bomb, at least this close to the blast radius.” Trevor now spoke up, making his way over to the television to check another news channel, before addressing the group. “Besides does that even matter for us?”
“I guess we’ll find out soon enough”
As everyone is switching back and forth between intently checking the news and murmuring confusion between each other, you pull Xavier aside.
“Xavier, just in case we don’t make it. I just want you to know” you start, averting your gaze as you feel the tears begin to pool in your eyes. “...I just...I’m really...you’ve been…” you’re trying to find a way to tell him how much he’s meant to you, and the amount of gratitude you have for his patience and understanding, how he’s made every day a memorable one for you, how he’s the best person you’ve ever known, dead or alive. How you don’t believe you’ve actually been stuck wandering the earth together all these years, because when you’re with him you think you must have done something right in your life, because there is no doubt in your mind this is what heaven feels like. But you can’t, you can’t get a single word out if you want to keep any semblance of calm and keep the flood gates from opening.
Thankfully Xavier stops you before your nonsensical blubbering can go any further.
“I know, you have too.” He says this as he clasps your hands in his, before moving one hand up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek and bringing your attention back to him. As you look at him you see glassy blue orbs filled with tears that match your own, holding behind them eons of love and unsaid devotion. But he is much better at holding himself together so he marches on.
“If something happens and we don’t make it through this. Or we end up in some new shittier purgatory, I promise you I’ll come find you there! There is nothing in this life or any other that can keep me from you, okay? We’re gonna be alright though, I promise”
All you can do is nod your head, and muster up enough strength to get out a quiet “I love you”
“I love you too”
You and Xavier sit on the bunk that was once designated as his, all those years ago when he came here with the hope of a fun summer away from his troubles. Back then he was always running; running to something, running from something. There was never any certainty in his life, not even in his after life, not until you.
Now he’s starting to feel like that scared boy he once was. The one once found on the edge of death in MacArthur Park, trying so desperately to feel anything, and trying even more in vain to make that feeling last. He had nothing to loose back then in his desperate pursuit for euphoria. But he learned real fast that when things sounded too good to be true they most certainly were.
And that’s why he holds you closer now. Because you were the greatest good he has ever known, and there is certainly no way someone as wretched and cursed as him could ever keep someone as exceptional and pure as you.
He’d tasted bliss for too long now, and it must be time for the collector to come calling. But that didn’t mean he would let you go without a fight, because here in your arms is the only place that has ever felt like home, and he would protect his fortress come hell or high water (or the literal end of the world).
But that fight may or may not come and right now was about settling your nerves and keeping you calm. So he puts his resolve on the back burner and moves to pull you into his lap to whisper words of love and encouragement while you wait for the missiles to strike.
You feel them before you hear them, the impact on the earth, who knows how many miles away, before it broke the sound barrier. You didn’t even have enough time to process the incoming force before you were knocked out and everything and everyone you had known for decades was wiped away.
/
There is no way to tell how much time has passed when you wake in a pile of rubble and ash, with no discernable clue as to where you were in relation to the miles of identical rubble and ash that surrounded you. You weren’t sure where in the camp you were. The only thing keeping you believing this was even still Redwood were the semblance of remaining trees around you. Other than that there was nothing else insight but dirt and debri, and no sign of any other soul.
After you got your bearings you go in search of Xavier, or anyone else for that matter.
After a few minutes you come across a spot of land that seems vaguely familiar. Although there are no more cabins and no more dock, you’re pretty sure the crater that sits before you used to be the lake.
The lake where you died.
The lake you had no escape from for the past 30 years.
The lake you were swimming in only a few minutes ago.
The lake where you and Xavier spoke your first words to each other.
The lake where you sat on the dock dipping your toes in the water as you told one another that you loved each other for the first time.
The lake that you used to think if you never saw again, would be too soon.
The lake that you would now give anything to see full again.
After a couple minutes lost in your reverie, you hear a voice in the distance. One you’d recognize anywhere.
Without a moments hesitation you take off towards its source.
After tripping over countless branches and what you can only assume used to be one of the cabins you make it to a clearing and see Xavier bounding your way with Chet in tow.
“Oh my god! Thank god you're okay!” He breathes out as he pulls you into his embrace. You feel him exhale in relief as he holds you, before he lets you go in order to inspect you, searching for any signs of distress.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“No I’m fine, are you ok?”
After looking him over in return to make sure everything’s alright and he gives you a nod, you look over to Chet, who you had quite honestly forgotten was there.
“You too?”
“Yea we’re fine, it’ll take more than one measly nuclear bomb to take down all this” he accentuates by raising his shirt and slapping his abs.
“I’m glad to see your modesty survived the blast as well” you answer giving him a wink and a nudge before you continue.
“we should find the others.”
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It took a couple hours to track down the rest of your group. At least what felt like it, with the clocks gone there was no telling what time it was.
And the haze the bombs left kept it constantly looking like dusk.
After regrouping you all agreed you should look for any pieces of camp left behind, any signs of life, or just any signs of anything at all.
/
And that’s how it went for the next couple of days. You would walk around looking for signs of life, and finding very few momentos left behind by the camp. Then every once in a while you would all regroup in the middle of the crater that was once the lake, and switch between theories of what was happening out in the rest of the world and reminiscing about times when this place was still standing.
/
Almost everyone in your group of confidants, aside from Ray, was sitting at your usual meeting spot when he came barreling towards you all.
“You guys come here I have to show you something.” His voice was full of excitement.
“What?” Montana asked back, thoroughly unimpressed with his optimism. You had never met two people more different. To Montana, Ray was like a pesky mosquito, who she would often shoo away, that is when she wasn’t bossing him around and telling him to “make himself useful”.
“Just trust me it’s important.”
After a few minutes of grumbling and feet dragging. You and Xavier, Montana, Trevor, and Chet made your way to the empty piece of land Ray was pointing at. Picking up Bertie and the real nurse Rita along the way.
“What? What are we supposed to be looking at?” Bertie questioned, taking it upon herself to ask what you were all wondering.
“Right here.” He points to a spot on the ground, that aside from the line he had made with his shoe, looked the exact same as the rest of your surroundings.
“This is the entrance to Camp Redwood.”
“How do you know? There’s nothing here.” Xavier pointed out motioning around to the surrounding emptiness.
“I have measured the number of steps to the entrance, from just about every place in this camp.”
“God somebody needs to get laid. You have way too much time on your hands.” Xavier regards. And you can’t help but let a laugh slip out.
Narrowing his eyes at that comment, Ray attempts to defend himself. “We’ve been here for decades. Chet wouldn’t even talk to me for years, and before you met y/n, you and Montana only acknowledged me when I was cleaning up your messes, and I….you know what I don’t have to explain myself. What I’m about to show you will have you praising me for the way I chose to pass the time. You should all be kissing my loafers for this.”
Ray was really getting sick of still being the butt of the other counselors jokes and jabs. Even now at the end of the world, when he has made such a monumental discovery.
Deciding not to waste more time getting upset he proceeds.
“So as you know most of the camp has been destroyed and there aren’t really any notable places left behind? Well there is one. The tree we all signed our names on, well most of it anyways. But lucky for us I could still make out both Trevor and Xavier’s names. And exactly 644 steps straight ahead of those signatures is the entrance to the camp.
“You’re point being?” Montana snips, tired of waiting for him to get to the climax of his story.
“My point being. Right now I am in Camp Redwood.”
He says, before he slowly and dramatically takes one long stride over the line he had drawn.
“...now I’m not...”
“and I feel fine”
Notes: i wasn’t really planning on uploading any of my writing here, but I feel like there is more of an interest in Xavier content than on ao3 so why not? Basically the jist of this comes from speculating what would happen to the spirits stuck at the hellmouth’s after the apocalypse (which I know many people have wondered and we’ve never been given a definitive answer). So I wondered what would happen if the whole world became one large hellmouth and the spirits could roam free. This series follows you an Xavier as you eventually make your way to rumored Sanctuary. It will involve Michael Langdon, and as of right now might get kind of dark, so fair warning. Anyways, thank you for reading!
Tagging this supporting queen: @guiltyfiend
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An Unlikely Arrangement Pt 14
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12 Pt13
TRIGGER WARNING: Discusses non-consensual relations and violence
When Kamilah regained consciousness, she was bound and blindfolded. Her head throbbed and her mouth was dry. She tried to make out the noises she heard, recalling what had happened. The smell of Amy's blood burned her nose and she cursed herself for letting them get the upper hand. How was she supposed to help Amy like this?
She pulled against the restraints, desperate to break free, but it was no use. Even with her vampire strength, she was no match for whatever they were using.
She heard a door swing open, and heavy steps approached her. "Well, boys, we've got royalty in our midst," a voice growled. A hand smoothed Kamilah's hair back and she jerked away, disgusted. She wanted to respond, but the rag in her mouth kept her from speaking.
"Ah, ah, ah," the same voice scolded her. "You'll speak when I say you can. Until then," the man jerked her head backwards by her hair, "be a good girl."
The man's breath reeked as he uttered the words in Kamilah's face before scuffling on the floor implied he was leaving. "Keep an eye on her, boys," he said. "And keep her alive...for now."
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Amy awoke to a door opening, the darkness around her disorienting. A light came down the hall, and a man entered her cell and pulled her to her feet. She followed heavily, stumbling as the man half dragged her down the hall.
This was the second time they'd brought her from the cage. The first, they'd wanted to drain her blood, but she'd managed to knock it to the ground in a feigned accident, keeping them from drinking it.
They'd beaten her profusely, but they hadn't had a taste of her blood, which was what mattered. She didn't think she could pull the same trick again, though, and she was struggling to find a solution to keep them from what they really wanted.
The guard led her down the hall when she heard a muffled scream from a cell towards the end. She glanced in and spotted a bruised and battered prisoner, one who she recognized instantly. Kamilah.
Amy stopped moving, staring at the vampire. How had this happened? "Hey, come on," the man said, pulling on her chains.
Frantic, she acted. She fell to the ground, pretending to pass out. "Ah man," said the vampire as he stood over her. "The boss is gonna kill me. Hey, gimme a hand."
Amy was still as the other vampire left Kamilah's cell and walked over towards her. When he was near, she swiped the first vampire's feet from beneath him, knocking him to the ground.
She took advantage of the confusion to stand and stake the other vampire with a stake she'd carved in her cell.
"You really shouldn't make it so easy to craft a stake," she said with a smirk as the vampire turned to ash. She turned to the second vampire, but he'd already started to run away.
Amy dropped the stake and moved to the cell, her heart in anguish as she looked at Kamilah's bruises. She set to freeing her, grabbing the keys from the guard and unlocking her hands, then moving to her feet.
"Amy?" Kamilah said, surprised, after removing the blindfold. "Oh Amy, I thought--I smelled your blood…"
"It's okay," Amy replied. "Come on, we need to get out of here."
Kamilah nodded, resolving to ask her questions when they were safe. Once freed, she led Amy back out into the hall, determined to escape their captors.
They took a right towards a door, pausing briefly before opening the door. Kamilah looked at Amy, an unspoken agreement between them. Whatever was behind this door, they would fight their way through.
Kamilah opened the door and they walked through, immediately running into someone. Kamilah quickly grabbed the person by the arm, forcing them into a hold.
“Ow! Take it easy!” the man shouted, his voice familiar. Kamilah dropped his arm.
“Adrian?” she asked, Amy looking between them.
“Yeah,” he grunted, rubbing his arm. “I got your message. Came to help.”
“Thank you,” Kamilah sighed. “Sorry about that.”
“Uh-huh,” Adrian grumbled.
“Do you know how to get out of here?” asked Amy, focused on escape.
“Yea,” he said. “Come on, follow me.”
Amy and Kamilah trailed after Adrian, ready to put this experience behind them. He led them down the dark hallway, taking a few turns that finally led them to an outer door. They stepped out into the moonlight, breathing in the cold night air.
“Oh thank God,” said Kamilah, stepping into the night. “I will find out who owns this god-forsaken warehouse and I will destroy them.”
“That might be more complicated than you think,” replied Adrian.
“What do you mean?” asked Kamilah, turning on him.
“This is the Baron’s warehouse,” he said with a sigh.
“That son-of-a-bitch,” she said, growling.
Behind them, Amy stared at Kamilah, her body black and blue. She was injured and it was all Amy’s fault. First Lily, now Kamilah. Even Adrian had to risk himself to come to her rescue. She couldn’t spend her life like this, could she? Just playing victim and putting everyone she cares for in danger?
She tried to bat the tears away from her eyes, but it was no use. She felt the heavy weight enveloping her like a hug, the same weight she’d felt with him. Trapped. Helpless. Worthless. Nothing she could do could make things right.
“Amy?” asked Kamilah. “What happened?”
Amy sighed. “They wanted my blood,” she shrugged. “Everyone wants my blood.”
“Did they--” Adrian began.
“No,” Amy interrupted him. “They tried. They drained me, but I knocked it over. They were trying to get more when I escaped.”
Kamilah breathed a sigh of relief. “Good---job,” she said, catching herself. The last thing she wanted was to make things worse for Amy by bringing up the past. She was sure being imprisoned had already brought those memories back up. “Why don’t we go home and rest?”
Amy nodded. “Yea,” she replied. “Okay.”
Part 15
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Miracle P2
LASTLY here is Miracle P2. I am sooo soft since the song was released and I hope you guys get why Jihoon is acting the way he is in this fic. Also has anyone noticed tht i LOVE using Yoongi and Jihoon in the same fics? K I need some sleep now cause getting 2hrs the night before and a birthday party right after = zzzzzzzzzz
Have you ever had that moment where you met one person who just changed your life in an instant?
Words: 4772
Pairing: You x Jihoon
Warnings: NGL y’all are gonna wanna brush your teeth extra once the fluff in this fic is over
Part 1
Tags: @mitchx17carat
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The first day of classes had finally arrived. Unfortunately for Jihoon, the two of you hadn’t seen each other since the morning after Jungkooks birthday since he had to take care of Soonyoung after he woke up and you went to tend to the others who lived in the house.
After a quick bye, the two of you went your separate ways and as Jihoon sat in his first class of the semester waiting for the instructor to arrive, he started to think when he was going to see you again. He was sure that both Soonyoung and Seungcheol would have your number but he didn’t feel like answering any questions they might have.
As he continued to let his thoughts drift, he overheard a few of the students talking and when Yoongi’s name was mentioned, he started to pay attention.
“I heard Min Yoongi’s going to be the assistant for this class.” one girl said as her friend gasped.
“I haven’t seen Yoongi around campus in ages. I wonder what’s making him comeback. He’s already a big name as is outside of this college and anyone who works with him is considered lucky.” she said, “Theres a rumor that Y/N came back from that program the school sent her to in London so it could be that.”
“If Y/N’s back then that could be the reason...you know how much he’s doted on her and I can’t blame him either. She’s so pretty and talented.” another girl butted in. “You don’t think they’re dating do you?”
Jihoons eyebrows furrowed at the last statement he heard, was it a secret that you and Yoongi were siblings? Everyone at the party seemed to acknowledge it since most of the guys who were there steered clear of you and he had heard that Yoongi was fiercely protective of you when it came to dating.
A tap on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts and it was as if the sun rose when he looked up to see your face.
“Is anyone sitting here?” you asked motioning to the seat next to him that had his bag on it and Jihoon sat up quickly to remove it. How lucky was he that you were in this class? A class that he almost didn’t take because of what happened in the past.
“No, no ones sitting here.” he said and you put your bag on the desk before sitting down. “I didn’t know you were going to be taking this class.”
“I have to.” you said, “Plus, you won’t believe who our T.A is going to be…”
“Yoongi?” Jihoon asked and you nodded shocked that he knew. Obviously he saw it because he continued to explain further, “This class is full of gossips.”
“Ah…” you said covering your mouth as you giggled, “Did you already hear the rumor that Yoongi and I were dating then?”
Jihoon nodded chuckling himself, he was surprised to see that you knew of the rumor and decided to ask you about it.
“Does no one on campus know that you two are siblings or something?”
“It’s not that...it’s just that no one asks. Yoongi graduated from the music program when I was a freshman. He was already producing music for outside people back then so he was fairly well known. But because you know, him being him,walked me to every class till I left for London.” you explained, “If people asked we would tell them we were siblings but I guess it’s more fun to assume things.” you let out a sigh and blew a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.
“Life of a college kid.” Jihoon agreed with a nod, “Where is he anyways? Wasn’t class supposed to start five minutes ago?”
“He’s standing outside talking to that instructor...Bumzu or something about a project he wants Yoongi to help with.” you explained just as Yoongi walked into the room and you saw him smirk as he saw you sitting with Jihoon.
“Hello class...welcome to Advanced Music Production.” he said in a monotone voice as he put somethings on the desk. “As you can see, the instructor is no where to be found. Due to a recent project, he will not be attending classes until the middle of the semester.”
“Bummer” you said as Yoongi shot you a glare but continued.
“I will be taking over in his place till then and to start the semester off, you guys will have to do a project to show that you actually belong in this class. The course outline has been emailed to you all by the instructor and as you can see, there will be a final production project that EVERYONE will have to complete individually because it will be half your grade.” Yoongi explained looking at each person in the class.
“The first project that you guys will be doing will be a partners project but choose wisely. The project will show the instructor and I who will be invited to take part 2 of this course next semester which as you know is not mandatory to graduate but is a lot more advanced than this and is for those who are serious about music producing. Are there any questions?”
When no one raised their hands, Yoongi smiled and you swore you heard a squeal come from behind you.
“Good, the details of the first project is on the course outline. I will be here to assist and give advice but please try to complete it with your partner before coming to me. You have two weeks to complete the project starting now. Please let me know who your partner is before the end of class.” he finished and sat down which signalled for everyone to start working.
During the time that Yoongi was talking about partners, you felt Jihoon nudge you ever so slightly and you nodded at him when you saw him look at you from the corner of his eye. You had a hunch that there would be a few people who would’ve wanted to partner with you to get your connections to Yoongi but thankfully, Jihoon was already one of Yoongi’s few mentees (literally only you and Jihoon) and you had no problem working with him.
“Hey welcome back Y/N.” Joshua who you recognized from freshman year said as he sat down in the desk in front of you. You heard from Seungcheol that he had joined the SVT Frat and lived with the guys but outside of that, you never talked much.
“It was fun, thanks for the English lessons by the way. They totally helped.” you said with a smile, “I hate to be back but you know...real school calls.”
“Didn’t some of the credits from the last two years move forward?” Joshua asked and you nodded.
“Most of my dance credits have me covered that I can take it less seriously now, but I only took music comp during my final year there and it wasn’t enough.” you let out a sigh, “It’s fine though considering who our T.A is.”
“Yea who would’ve thought Yoongi would return to teaching.” Joshua said, “Are you partnered with anyone yet?”
You nodded your head to Jihoon had stayed quiet this whole time, “Jihoon and I agreed to work together for the semester. Is Vernon coming back this year?”
“Oh, hey Jihoon..” Joshua said with a wave, “I just assumed that you’d be working yourself again like you did last semester and yea, he’s on his way back from New York now. He’ll be back in class tomorrow.”
You looked at Jihoon with wide eyes wondering how he convinced the instructors to let him work alone for most of the year but had a feeling Yoongi’s influence had something to do with it.
“I thought a change would be beneficial this semester.” Jihoon said and looked at you, “I’ll go tell Yoongi about the partners.”
“Sounds good.” you said with a smile and Jihoon got up.
‘Did she really imply that she wanted to work with me for the semester?’ he thought to himself as he went to talk to Yoongi while you and Joshua continued your conversation.
“I didn’t expect you to be friends with someone like Jihoon at all.” Joshua said and you gave him one of those looks and he quickly continued to explain, “It’s nothing like that...its just that he’s pretty introverted when it comes to class...I see him with Cheol and everyone and he seems okay but still, very timid.”
“Really?” you asked looking at Jihoon and Yoongi talk, “I met him during Jungkooks birthday party a few days ago...didn’t seem that timid. By the way, where the heck were you?! I had to take care of Tae’s drunk ass myself since Jin and Nam were busy with birthday boy and Jimin.”
Joshua smirked at the comment, “Maybe it’s the way you are around people. You can get the mute to open up and tell you their life story.” he snorted, “And I literally got back from visiting my mom two days ago and totally missed the birthday party. I actually have to make up for it by meeting the guys for drinks tonight, you want to come with?”
You frowned as you looked down at your phone showing him your jam packed calendar. “I can’t even if I wanted to. Hobi, Soonyoung and I are meeting up to talk about dance team auditions then I need to talk to Jihoon about the project. Plus Yoongi’s being well...Yoongi…”
“It’s understandable, you know he means well right?” Joshua asked knowing the situation of your odd family and you shrugged.
“I know. It’s why we give each other such a hard time.” you said with a grin.
“Who do you give a hard time too?” Jihoon asked coming back to his seat as he overheard your last comment.
“Yoongi.” you said simply and Jihoon shook his head.
“It’s a wonder how you survive living with them you know.” he stated.
“She doesn’t live with them.” Joshua said, “Unless you decided to move into a house full of guys.”
“I technically live in my dorm with Kimi...but from what I heard the last few days, Soonyoungs going to be a regular there so maybe I will start living with the guys.” you said grimacing to what you saw when you came home one day. “Anyways, are you or Vernon coming out for dance team this year?”
“Vernon is, I am most definitely not.” Joshua said with a shake of his head, “I’ll be at every performance with Tae to take pretty pictures though.” he said using his hands as a fake camera, “You should really try out this year Jihoon. It’s a lot of fun especially with Y/N back”
Joshuas comment made you nod in agreement, “I heard from Soonyoung that the two of you used to dance together. Chan’s on the team too.”
“I’ll think about it.” Jihoon said and saw the hopeful smile on your face and he couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe he would try out this year. There was nobody holding him back after all.
Eventually class ended and you thanked the heavens that you only had one class that day. You had been working on a few things since you got back and you didn’t want to stop until it was completed. Unfortunately, that meant not being done till about 5 in the morning which only allowed you 2.5hours of sleep before you had to get ready for class.
“Do you want to go get lunch to discuss the project?” Jihoon asked not ready to part ways with you yet and was happy that you agreed.
“Sure, I have to meet with Hobi and Soonyoung after though for dance stuff.”
“That’s fine, I’ll probably head back to the house after that then.” Jihoon said, “Do you want anything in particular?”
“I’m craving jajangmyeon...no ramen...no..” you let out a sigh not being able to decide as Jihoon laughed next to you. “I’m seriously craving Jajangramyeon*…” you said with a pout.
“Jajangramyeon*?” Jihoon asked shocked and decided at that very moment, you were someone that needed to be a permanent fixture in his life. No one knew about Jajangramyeon but here you were actually craving it. “Do you...want to go back to my dorm then? I can make lunch while we discuss the project…” he suggested shyly thinking you wouldn’t agree to something so forward but the look on your face said otherwise.
“You know what Jajangramyeon is?” you asked shocked and he nodded his head.
“It’s my favorite foods…” he said and the smile you gave him after that literally made his heart melt. It was the biggest and sweetest one he had ever seen from you and he couldn’t help but grin back.
“Lee Jihoon, I really think that this is a wonderful start to an everlasting friendship.” you said and packed up your things quickly as your stomach started talking for you.
“Yea?” he asked completely shocked at what came out of your mouth but his grin grew when you nodded your head.
“Anyone who knows about and how to make Jajangramyeon is considered high in my books.” you said as you walked towards the door and purposely said loudly, “Maybe even higher than Yoongi and Jin!”
“HEY! Say that in front of Jin next time you want something to eat!” you heard from behind making you and Jihoon snicker as you walked out towards Jihoon’s dorm which was the SVT Frat house.
You had only been here once before you left for London and that was when you and Hoseok had gone to tell Soonyoung the news of him being the new junior dance team co-captain which he completely deserved at the time. Ever since then, Soonyoung and Hoseok were partners when it came to the dance team but due to lack of experience, Hobi was the only one teaching the after school classes and you knew that it took a lot out of him.
When the two of you walked into the house, you saw Seungcheol and Soonyoung in the living room seemingly watching a movie. They waved as you and Jihoon walked by and made your way to the kitchen.
“I knew it was a good idea that Jihoon went to that party.” Soonyoung said, “He’s managed to change himself in less than five days.”
“Y/N has that effect on people.” Seungcheol said, “I just hope she doesn’t break his heart…”
“Doubt it.” Soonyoung said as he saw the ingredients that Jihoon was getting together, “Look at what he’s making for lunch.”
Seungcheol leaned over slightly to see the ingredients on the table and wrinkled his nose, “I knew it wasn’t only Jihoon who liked that stuff together. The fact that he’s cooking for someone else too is just…”
“Not Jihoon?” Soonyoung asked and Seungcheol nodded. “But remember how Yoongi and Jin were when you started college?”
“Y/N was their light and despite having lost so much in her life, she still managed to bring those two back.” Seungcheol said with a small sigh, “Now they’d do anything for her and it’s not because they have to either…”
“I’ve never seen Y/N not have a smile on her face. She’s gone through a lot...more so than any of us. She’s the step sister of the student body president and star producer who didn’t even know about her for fifteen years...I admire her because of that.” Soonyoung said the two watched Jihoon cooking while you sat on the counter next to him talking about something they couldn’t hear.
“You admire her for being the step sister of an affair?” Seungcheol asked and Sooyoung shook his head quickly.
“I admire her because despite losing both parents and gaining two brothers, she’s still so strong. We don’t know her full story but if she can smile like she does now without a care in the world and make someone like Jihoon come out of his shell. It makes me think about all the rumors that people spread about her during her first year when Yoongi walked her to every class and when Jin would have lunch with her whenever he wasn’t busy.” Soonyoung sighed, “I wonder how badly the rumors affected her that she decided to leave so suddenly that year...Yoongi practically shut himself from everyone again and Jin went back to being Jin.”
“I never noticed that...So it wasn’t because of the video she submitted for the audition?” Seungcheol asked and Soonyoung shrugged.
“Hoseok told me that it was between him and Y/N for the London program and he backed out so Y/N could go. But essentially, because no one would ask and they just assumed who she was to them, she did the one thing she knew how to do. She ran away and came back stronger than ever.”
Seungcheol thought about Soonyoungs last comment and watched as Jihoon made two bowls of noodles while you sat on the counter next to him talking about whatever you were talking to him and it was evident that the big smiles on both your faces were genuine and both boys had simultaneous thoughts.
‘Just like Jihoon…’
“...Sounds like your back bone grew while you away then. The program sounds like it was a lot of fun.” Jihoon said as he went to put the two bowls of noodles on the table.
The two of you had been talking about your time in London and how much it changed you and helped your confidence level. In London, no one was there to gossip on how you were tied to the schools top producer or the student body president. Instead, they praised you for your talent in dance and classical music and it really did help with yourself esteem in general.
“I would want to go back one day just for vacation. There were so many spots that I didn’t get to see while I was there since school was literally year round.” you said as you hopped off the countertop to join Jihoon. “Oooo! This looks so good.”
“Eat up.” Jihoon said handing you a pair of chopsticks. “It tastes better when it’s hot.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” you said and instantly took a bite. The moan that left your mouth made Jihoon stop midbite as he saw you close your eyes in satisfaction. “And here I thought Mingyu and Jin were always good cooks...I have obviously been wronged.”
Jihoon tried to hide his blush from your compliment by lifting his bowl to take a bite himself and swallowing before he said, “It’s just one of my specialties…Mingyu does most of the cooking around here.”
“Yea, but no one really mixes the jajangmyeon and ramen noodles that well and it normally ends up being too bland or too spicy.” you said wrinkling your nose, “Yours on the other hand is one hundred percent.” you shot him a wink and took another mouthful as Jihoon sat there with a blush on his cheeks as he watched you eat.
This was something that he could really get used to...it just felt so natural with you. He didn’t have to force himself to be anyone and to him you were an open book. He was surprised how much had changed from a week ago before the two of you even met and now here he was, cooking his favorite food for someone who also loved the same thing and he couldn’t have felt anymore happier.
Eventually the conversation went to the project that you had to work on and it really didn’t take long to plan it out since you two had similar schedules since you were both part of the dance department and only had two classes for composition which you shared.
“I like that idea…” Jihoon later said once all the food was cleaned up and you were now out with your laptops going through the outline. “How about we meet up…”
Unfortunately, Jihoon couldn’t finish his sentence since Soonyoung decided to walk in with Hoseok in tow and the two proceeded to sit in front of you and Jihoon.
“Weren’t we supposed to meet at the cafe in like two hours?” you asked looking between the two grinning boys.
“Then Soonyoung said you were here and I finished classes early today and thought that we push our meeting earlier since we have a lot to discuss.” Hoseok said and looked at Jihoon, “Feel free to stick around Ji. You’re going to audition for the dance team this year right?”
“I have somethings to take care of and as I told everyone else, I’ll think about it.” Jihoon said and looked at you with a soft smile, “I’ll talk to you later then?”
You gave him a smile back and nodded, “I’ll come say bye before Hobi and I leave.”
“Does that mean you’re coming back to the house again?” Hoseok asked and you pointed at Soonyoung.
“Yes, considering he’s going to my dorm after this meeting.” you deadpanned and Soonyoung gave you a heart with his hands.
Once Jihoon was officially out of earshot and the kitchen door was closed, both boys jumped into conversation.
“Please tell me you convinced him to audition for the dance team.” Hoseok said, “We NEED someone with his skill on the team this year or else we won’t stand a chance for finals.”
“Please tell me you’ll say yes if he ever asks you out.” Soonyoung pleaded. “You’re literally the first and only person he’s cooked for since he’s gotten here so that says A LOT.”
You blinked as both boys held one of your hands each and you took them away quickly before flicking both of them on the forehead.
“You heard what he said and he didn’t tell me different.” you answered Hoseoks question, “and we literally met a week ago and didn’t you say he was hung up on his ex the last time we talked?” you asked Soonyoung.
“I don’t think he’s hooked on her anymore Y/N...and for the record, you’re the first female he’s ever looked and smiled at in two years” Soonyoung stated, “Yoongi’s told us stories about you too and I think he was interested in who you were at first but I know he fell when he met you. The guy was completely speechless at Kookies birthday party.”
“Plus Yoongi doesn’t talk highly about ANYONE who doesn’t deserve it.” Hoseok added, “Don’t you think it’s time for you to find genuine happiness too Y/N? You know those rumors don’t matter anymore and Jihoon isn’t the type to judge. Plus, Yoongi and Jin WILL approve. Jin posted it on Instagram when he found you two in the same bed for frick sake!”
“Yea, I kind of find that hilarious considering that he was taking care of me before he ditched to hang out with you and clean YOUR frat house of all places.” Soonyoung said with a pout. “So...will you say yes?”
“How about you guys just let things happen naturally as they already are?” a voice asked coming from behind you and you saw Seungcheol leaning on the door frame, “It’s obvious Jihoons already stepped out of his comfort zone by doing what he did today and I can guarantee he’s up in his room thinking things through as he always does. Plus, don’t you three have to discuss the dance program for the YEAR?” he asked and the three of you glared at him.
“Would you like to join the conversation and join the dance team this year Mr.Choi?” you asked sarcastically as a small grin appeared on Seungcheols face as he took the seat next to you.
“As a matter of fact….”
A few hours later, Jihoon decided to go and check on your little meeting surprised to find Hoseok and Soonyoung dancing around the kitchen while Seungcheol was laughing while holding his stomach. He then looked at your situation where you had your hair tied in a high bun and there were papers surrounding you.
“Is she alive…?” Jihoon asked poking your shoulder as you moaned and you looked up at him with pure exhaustion in your eyes.
“Please audition for dance team this year and not leave me with these three monsters.” you begged which made Seungcheol, Soonyoung and Hoseok laugh even harder and catching Jihoon off guard.
“Don’t forget Vernon and Chan.” Soonyoung added before grinning evily, “And Taehyung…”
“There’s also Hyungwon, Jun, Minghao…you should be happy Kimi’s coming back” Hoseok started listing as well and you stood up having enough.
“I’m done.” you said throwing the papers you had into your bag, “We’ve decided what we’ve had to decide and the audition dates are set. I can’t handle another hour with you idiots.” you stated and turned to look at Seungcheol, “And you of all people decided to come back to the dance team after two years without an audition, like what the heck!”
“It’s one less person we have to audition if you really think about it.” Hoseok said leaning on the countertop. “This leaves us four spots to fill.”
“True but still…” you sighed shaking your head, “I’m heading back to the house. Are you coming with?”
Hoseok shook his head, “I’m gonna hang out with the guys for a bit and I’ll be home later. Don’t stay up too late working again. You’re going to burn yourself out...seriously.”
“Yes grandfather.” you said sarcastically and picked up your bag before looking at everyone in the room including Jihoon, “I’ll see you guys later.”
“I’ll walk you out.” Jihoon said as he followed you out of the kitchen and to the front door. “Are you sure you’ll be okay going back yourself? You look really tired.” How had he not noticed it earlier?
“Well, having a meeting with three children for the first time in two years would do that to you” you said with a yawn, “I’ll be fine though...it’s only like a fifteen minute walk.”
Jihoon looked at you with uncertainty before acting out of impulse. He held his hand out and asked you for your phone which he put his phone number into.
“Text me when you get back then so I know you made it safe okay?” he asked and you nodded before opening the door.
“Thanks for lunch today Jihoon, it was literally the highlight of my day.” you said with a tired smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow…”
“See you tomorrow Y/N..” he said with a smile as he lead you out to the porch, “Remember to text me.”
“Got it. Bye Ji~” you said with a wave and started walking away.
Jihoon watched you disappear around the corner before closing the door. He then went up to his bedroom to cover his face with a pillow and groaned. Was he seriously going to do this?
You were the girl that Yoongi had talked non stop about whenever they would hang out or when Jihoon would go to his studio to work. After two years he was finally able to put a face to a name and personality and he had to admit, he really liked what he saw in just one day.
You were easy going, soft spoken yet full of confidence. Your smile could turn anyones frown upside down and he could tell that everyone in his frat house and the BTS frat house doted on you like a little sister so he had to ask himself again. Was he really going to do this?
He thought back to your big eyes and bright smile before thinking about the things the guys said about you which happened to be all good. He then thought back to the slump he had been in for the last two years and realized that today was that one day in those two years where he actually felt like his old determined self. After coming to a conclusion, he decided to set the plan into action.
(Three hours later)
[10:45pm] Woozi - Hey Y/N? Are you okay?
[10:45pm] Woozi - I had to get your number from Cheol because you didn’t text me...so can you please reply so I know you’re alive?
*Jajangramyeon - A mix of Jajangmyeon and spicy ramen noodles, I actually tried this combo and its legit...interesting but legit.
#woozi#kpop fiction#kpop imagine#woozi imagine#seventeen fiction#seventeen imagine#seventeen#jihoon#lee jihoon#fluff
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Alexwritesfluff Fic Masterlist (1-2-18)
Alright so I finally decided to do a masterlist. It will probably not be updated frequently but there ya go. I didn’t include Neighbor, Hayrides and another one cause I’m always getting notes for those so I’m sure they’re easier to find lol As always you can find everything I’ve written under my WRITING TAG
Multi-Chaptered Fics
Wildest Dreams(WIP)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,
Summary: (USUK) Arthur is about to make his debut into English society, but his father fears he has become too rowdy to contain. Desperate to avoid a scandal before the debut of his only Omega son he arranges for him to travel to America. Arthur is to live at a newly wealthy house where removed from society he can’t possibly get into trouble.
Song Inspiration(Arthur POV): Wildest Dreams
Warnings: D/s dynamics which is basically traditional omegaverse
Wicked Game(Hiatus)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Summary: (USUK) In an unseasonably warm October, Arthur, an Omega Angel, decides he wants to help Magical Strike on his latest heavenly mission. He is unaware that the realms are on the brink of war. A deeper mystery unfolds as he cautiously befriends an attractive Alpha Demon who definitely knows more than he lets on.
“What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.”
-Wicked Game by Chris Isaak
Warnings: Rated R, Darkish fic, sexual assault mentions, Alfred’s a dick(he’s supposed to be a villain in magical strike so yea), obsessive behavior/stalking, dub-con(explicit consent will be given before actual sex), traditional omegaverse, Super!Alpha Alfred, knotting&mpreg
The Wooing of Arthur and his cat(Indefinite Hiatus)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Summary: England is a simple cat with a simple owner who is about to watch the interesting courtship of his owner Arthur Kirkland, without realizing that he himself is being courted as well.
Warnings: None!
Now Boarding(Complete)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, BONUS: Extra #1
Summary: (USUK) Alfred, a traveling businessman, happens to meet an exhausted omega on one of his regular flights. The chance meeting leaves an impression that refuses to fade away.
Warnings: traditional omegaverse.
Little Snippets from the Land of Spades(Indefinite Hiatus)
A Promise Made
Summary: (USUK) A series of drabbles that chronicle the life of the Spades Prince and his tutor Arthur.
A promise made: Arthur makes a promise he may later regret.
Warnings: This part is rated G
One-shots/Drabbles
Strings
Nations didn’t have soulmates...
Saving people, hunting things, eye-fucking angels--the family business
Summary:
(USUK) Matt is tired of being the third wheel in his brother’s relationship with a certain Angel of the Lord.
Warnings: None!
A Sweet Valentine
Summary: (USUK) Arthur struggles with delivering a Valentine to his third grade crush.
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Puffball
Summary: (USUK) Arthur questions his choices in life when he ends up in a big, poofy, wedding dress.
Warnings: Cross-dressing ; traditional omegaverse
Hormonal
Summary: (USUK) He had been warned, but Arthur had never quite expected what pregnancy would do to him.
Warnings: traditional omegaverse ; mpreg ; kinda nsfw but not really
Courting
Summary: (USUK) Arthur doesn’t realize just how traditional his Alpha beau truly is.
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Late Night Call
Summary: (USUK) Alfred is away on a diplomatic mission. Across the vast lands, his Queen awaits his return.
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Wolf Brothers
Summary: (CanFran Main + USUK heavily implied) Twin brothers who act differently still share the same wolf instinct. Matthew takes an interest in his brother’s nemesis.
Warnings: Stalking?
Holiday Cards(under cut)
(I used to make holiday cards with fics in them written from prompts given by the receiver for Valentines, Halloween and Xmas)
XMAS 2015(25 cards for 25 days before XMAS I still can’t believe I was able to do this lol)
Xmas Lights
Hogwarts Hot Chocolate
Anything Goes
All I Want For Christmas is You
Neighbor Next Door Xmas Extra
The Best Hot Chocolate in Town
Now Boarding Extra
A Winter Holiday
A Puny Christmas
Ugly Christmas Sweaters
Holiday Baking
Mistletoe Kisses
Xmas Gift (NND Extra)
London Date (NowB AU)
Christmas Exchange
Mr. Scrooge
Warm Cuddles
Teddy Bears
Let it Snow
XMAS Party
Cold Outside
Mistletoe Heart
Scents
A Present
Soulmate for Christmas
Valentines 2016 (5/5)
Third Grade Teacher
Summary: (USUK) Prompt given was: omegaverse
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Proposal
Summary: (USUK) Prompt given was: Person A ties a forget-me-not around Person B’s finger as an engagement ring after asking them to marry them because they’re too poor to afford a ring at the moment. Also if you don’t mind could you do omegaverse?
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Valentine Chocolate
Summary: (USUK) Prompt given was: misuse of chocolate
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Long Distance
Summary: (USUK) Prompt given was: long distance relationship + omegaverse
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
First Meeting
Summary: (USUK) Prompt given was: first meeting after being online friends for so long! Omegaverse, fluffy and fretting Arthur, if possible
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Fall/Halloween 2016(3/3)
Arthur the Teenage Witch - Pumpkins
Summary: (USUK) Prompt given was: messy pumpkin carving
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Bump in the Night
Summary: (USUK) Inspired by this art done by the lovely elvenrain ; u ;
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
Spooky Pumpkins
Summary: (USUK) It’s Halloween night, Arthur is abandoned in a themed farm of horrors. Pumpkins somehow make it better.
Warnings: traditional omegaverse
#usuk#aph usuk#usuk fanfiction#usuk fanfic#aph usuk fanfiction#SEE I have written a lot#damn this took a while#i hope all the links work#im sure tumblr will break them at some point
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Crash Trickster Racing
Summary: The angelic master of mischief interrupts a game night that’s getting steamy…
Characters: Dean x Reader, Gabriel
Word Count: 1649
Warning: Language, implied smut, fluff? Is this what is known as crack? IDK
A/N: I can join in my own challenge right? lolol Out of all the things I’ve written, I think this takes the crown as the dumbest. Have I seriously just done a kinda sorta SPN CTR crossover? I should be shot. Pretty niche market here I guess, apologies to all you youngsters/non-gamers who probably have no idea what Crash Team Racing is.
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~ Dean and forever tags are open! ~
Dean taglist predominantly from @spnfanficpond . Let me know if want to be added/removed!
“Dean Winchester,” you laugh in triumph, “You suck!”
You throw the Playstation controller to the floor, doing a ridiculous victory dance. The result now was 12-1, in your favour. The only reason he won that one race in Crash Team Racing was because he started it without you while you went to grab a drink.
“You are inhumanely good at this stupid game,” Dean sulks, throwing his own controller down and folding his arms, “If it was a real race, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Whatever,” you shrug, sticking your tongue out and shaking your butt in a tease as you turn, “Victory beer!”
You skip to the kitchen, grinning like a child. As you go to open the fridge, Dean’s hand forces it closed again. He swiftly takes you in his arms, picking you up onto the counter and biting down your neck. You giggle as tingles wash over you, throwing your head back to grant him access.
“Distract me all you want,” you gasp as he moves around to the other side of your neck, “You still suck at Crash.”
“Maybe,” he growls, taking you to a higher place with a deep kiss on your collarbone, “But I know what I am good at.”
“Thank god you do,” you exhale before his lips forcefully clash into yours, instantly allowing his hungry tongue to do battle with your own.
He lifts you onto his hips, you wrap your legs around him and the tongue battle continues. You rake your hands through his hair, your core fluttering with excitement when those beautiful olive eyes of his pierce lustfully into yours. He carries you through the room and into the corridor leading to his bedroom. You giggle, pulling your t-shirt up and over your head on the way. He hums at the sight of you, kicking his door open and bringing you inside.
“What the fuck?” he stops and freezes. The sounds of numerous engines rumbling come to your ears and confused isn’t even the word. You look around, this was most definitely not Dean’s room. It was…outside? Pixelated?
“Okaay?” you jump down from his hips, looking around. You’re at the start line of a race track in a blocky cartoon world? It looks like the Coco Park track…it is Coco Park. Perfect in every detail. There’s a flash of white light and suddenly you’re in a racing kart. You immediately try to pull yourself out, but some invisible force is holding you there.
“Dean what’s going on!?” your shriek.
Dean is in the kart next to you, also struggling for freedom, he curses under his breath.
“God dammit Gabriel where are you!?” he shouts viciously.
“Oh no…” you groan, rolling your eyes.
“Now is that any way to greet a buddy?” that familiar chirpy voice comes. Gabriel melts into view, laying on the flat rectangular texture of grass at the side of the road, “I’ve always thought you two were such a cute couple, but man it gets monotonous. A playful argument, sex, self-deprecation, sex, get drunk, sex. The result is always the same!”
You and Dean share a worried glance.
“You’ve been watching us?” Dean shakes his head in disbelief.
“Ew!” you shout.
“Who needs soap opera’s when the Winchesters exist? But its rapidly declining into a porno” he chuckles, snapping his fingers and appearing in a third kart between you both, “Now come on, this is fun! She says he sucks at Crash, he says he could win a real race, let’s combine the two!”
“Could I have some dignity please first!?” you cross your arms, remembering you are topless, only a bra and pants on show.
The angel tuts and with a wave of his hand, your t-shirt appears back on you, “It’s game time,” he grins eagerly.
The unforgettable sound of the air horn count down echoes in the air, you can see the in game lights hovering above you. You get your game face on, thinking, Fine! Whatever! I’m gonna kick your asses.
The last siren blares and your foot is pressed firmly down on the gas pedal. The kart shoots forward, much faster than you expected. You squeal in terror as you crash into one of the item crates, the blocky shards of wood flying over you. This moment makes you realise the game’s hud is in your eyesight, like it’s imprinted on your iris. You see your lap time ticking away in the top corner of your sight, and a mini map of the track in a bottom corner. This is insane, and awesome. A box in the top centre of your vision is flicking through pictures of the in-game weapons, stopping on the missile. You grin mischievously before worry hits you. You can’t use a freaking missile! You’ll kill them!
While your mind had wandered, you realise you’re making a bee line for a red bottle, left on the track by Gabriel. You jerk on the wheel hard to try and avoid it, but it’s too late. You crash into it, sending the kart into a spin and you scream hysterically. Your vision becomes blurry and your car a stuttering slow mess as it clumsily bobs along with a black rain cloud following and raining on to you.
“Shit!” you shout in frustration, bashing at the gas pedal, but it’s fruitless while the bottle’s effect is in play.
“Oh yea, feel free to use the weapons!” Gabriel’s voice echoes omnipotently in the air, “They’ll not really hurt you!”
The cloud vanishes and you shoot forward again. Now you’re determined.
You can hear Dean laughing and clearly enjoying the ride, turning back to you and mocking while you try to catch up. You ignore him, focusing on the damned archangel further ahead. You spot a huge red button in the middle of the steering wheel, the angel in your line of sight and you slam it. The missile blasts out of the front of your kart and your grin returns. You watch in glee as it soars away into the distance. Then your face drops as the explosive turns and hones in on Dean.
“Uh oh,” you mumble, remembering these things are designed to aim at the person directly in front of you in the standings.
The rocket explodes into Dean’s car sending him flying in the air in a cartoonish fashion. You hear him cursing you as you speed past.
“Bitch!!!!”
“Sorry not sorry!” you squeak sheepishly.
With Dean now falling far behind, it’s a full on battle for first place between you and Gabriel. Damn, he’s good. You question as to whether he’s tweaked things, being in control over this world he’s created after all. His car is way faster than yours. You can barely keep up using all the tricks in the book, grinding around corners and hitting your boost in a specific timing. Hiding TNT boxes behind the item crates for when another lap comes around. You fire numerous cannons at him, but he frequently swerves away or conveniently has a shield every time one does hit.
“Oh come on!!!” you scream, gamer rage coursing through you as he dodges another one of your traps, “This is bullshit!!!”
You hear another familiar noise and you sit wide eyed. Oh no. It’s an electrical noise, sounding like waves, you turn and see what you dread. A huge intimidating blue ball of electricity flying through the air, its aim to hit everyone in its path. You can see Dean with an evil grin behind it, clearly the culprit as it’s an item only granted to those in last place. There’s no outrunning it, you have no shield in your possession. You brace yourself.
You squeal as it passes over you and your car is flung into the air. Holding on for dear life, you breathe a sigh of relief after spinning in the air and finally landing back on the ground, dazed. Gabriel falls victim to it too, a wail coming from his kart in front of you.
You can hear Dean laughing as he speeds past you both, crossing the finish line and becoming enveloped in a flood of confetti.
“Well done you,” you grumble as you and Gabriel cross the line with glum faces. You were so pissed at coming last.
“I think it’s safe to say I am the ultimate champ at this now?” Dean pokes his tongue out, folding his arms smugly.
“Bite me,” you hiss, “You got lucky with the stupid OP weapon.”
He raised an eyebrow at you, blowing you a kiss in a mock fashion which makes you wanna go over there and part kill him, part ravage him.
“Oh, guys come on now!” Gabriel raises his hand in disbelief, “The sexual tension in the air is just…so obvious plot wise!”
“The winner of your god damn race…” Dean starts calmly before ordering, “says, put us back in our god damn room right now!”
Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Fine, this isn’t the last you’ll hear from me,” with a snap of his fingers, you’re back at the bunker, sat on the floor of the bedroom. Gabriel is nowhere in sight.
“Rematch!” you squeal, jumping to your feet and marching for the door.
“Now just wait,” Dean chuckles, stepping in front of you and pulling you into a tight embrace, “…where were we first?”
In a moment of de ja vu, you find yourself being hoisted back onto Dean’s hips, violently pulling off your t-shirt.
“Really?” Gabriel groans, sat in a place unknown watching a huge TV screen where he watches people’s lives for entertainment, “There’s more sex here than in Game of Thrones…”
He tuts, changing the channel with a fistful of popcorn.
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SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. DON’T reblog.
1. WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE? :
i wouldn’t say i have a definitive OTP for ann? at least not in the sense that i vastly prefer her with one character over others because i honestly believe she has considerable potential with a lot of the persona 5 ( young adult ) cast!
however, i won’t deny that there are some pairings i feel more strongly towards than others and those would be ( in no particular order )! :
– makoto & ann / ann & haru / makoto & ann & haru : i adore these three ( and the entire female cast of p5 too lbr ), both individually and collectively and not exclusively in a romantic context. these three complement one another as duos and as a cumulative trio and anytime i see any content for them, you can bet i’m smashing that motherhecking like button
– ryuji & ann : that animated cut sequence at the conclusion of the seventh palace. u kno which one i’m talking about. yea. that one. that is all. ( ok but in all seriousness there’s so much subtext hinting at them i love them )
– akechi & ann : this is probably the one that’d elicit the most hate and out of the interest for my safety i shall refrain from elaborating on the reason for this ship here : ‘ )
– ann & girls : ain’t no way in heck she’s straight ( hint: she’s bi )
– me & @burntofight : ilu
2. WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?
this is such a broad question ummm………….. whatever constitutes the standard ( with the exception of nsfw / heavily grim content ), i suppose? ( i was going to elaborate on what i define as ‘nsfw’ but there’s a question for that later on so i’ll expound there! )
3. HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE? :
since this is a v sensitive and complicated topic and i have no interest in inciting or participating in discourse, i’ll limit the scope of this question to ann and ann alone.
ann is canonically 16 and ( while emotionally mature for someone her age ) she—as i understand and interpret her—would not, at time the game takes place, date someone older than her by 2 years ( i.e. older than 18 ) or younger than her by 1 year ( i.e. younger than 15 ). given her young age in her canon material, this would invariably change as she grew older, such that by the time she’s in her early 30s she’d be comfortable dating up to 5 years older / 3 years younger. ( please be aware that is based on my understanding of ann and is applicable only in relation to my interpretation of her. )
4. ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? :
not really! especially when it comes to roleplaying female characters as they so seldom get enough appreciation OOCly that i’m more than amenable to the concept of romantic interest / interaction as compensation for the convention of the fandom’s mistreatment / negligence of them. as long as there’s chemistry between the characters and the muns are in mutual agreement about roleplaying in that context, the idea delights me!
5. HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW? :
hfakshdas i said i was going to elaborate here but i’m embarrassed……………… AHEM ok! honestly nsfw content of a sexual nature is almost nonexistent across all my blogs regardless of whether the muse in question is a minor or not simply because i’m v awkward w the topic.
as a rule of thumb as to what i’ll tag as nsfw: anything that is more sexual in nature than kissing without tongue; if kissing involves tongue, it’ll be tagged as #nsfw cw / #nsfw ish cw (altho regardless of the intensity of the kiss i’ll still tag it as kissing & pda)
as for the specifics of the extent of nsfw that has the potential to appear on this blog:
– in verses in which ann ( or any of my muses ) is under or around the age 18: anything beyond intense kissing would be considered too nsfw for me to feel comfortable writing and i’d either stop there or have the thread “fade to black”
– in verses in which ann ( or any of my muses ) is an adult [ 20+ ]: anything beyond intense kissing / caressing of the body above the belly button and beneath mid-thigh / removal of shirts and/or pants ( undergarments remain on ) would be considered too nsfw for me to feel comfortable writing and i’d either stop there or have the thread “fade to black”
6. WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH? :
wait wha i thought i answered this question unless it means specific blogs??? in which case i owe my fervent frankness abt p5 girl gays to my gaylord and gayvior @shogitogo ( hifumi ) / @okxmura ( haru ) + @freefound’s ryuji is my forever best boy + @queenedme could run over me w johanna and i’d thank them and their makoto + both ann and i would lay down our lives for @burntofight’s sakura ( & their yuri & their evrae & their kamui——& theo gets an honorary mention bc he’s a Good )
7. DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? :
if you want to have our muses start out in a romantic relationship — yes! i like to communicate with the mun of whomever i’m shipping with so communication is a must! otherwise — nope! it would be nice but it’s not a requirement, especially if we have a thread or have interacted numerous times and you’d like to further their relationship in a romantic context.
however, if i a reblog a meme that implies / entails romance, anyone is free to send something in, even if we’ve yet to interact!
8. HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP? :
it’s definitely not a priority and seldom ( if ever ) do i initiate interaction with the intent of romance. tl;dr: if it happens, it happens!
9. ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE - OR - LESS? :
i…………… don’t know what this means……………… but like i said in the previous question, shipping is not a priority of mine; however if we have agreed to ship then odds are i’m super enthusiastic abt it and would love to talk about them / their dynamic ( on this same note, if i ever become too overbearing, please don’t hesitate to tell me to heck off bc i absolutely understand and would never take offense to your doing so! )
10. ARE YOU MULTISHIP? :
i should probably put this in my rules too but i’m multiship + ship exclusive meaning that i’m open to shipping w numerous different characters but won’t ship with another blog of the same character!
11. WHAT IS ( ARE ) YOUR FAVORITE SHIP (S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? :
i…………………….
………am i answering these questions incorrectly i feel like i am bc i thought i already answered this ( see question 1! )
12. FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:
just approach me about it! ( even tho i can’t understand y u would ever want to )
tagged by: the swexy @burntofight
tagging: any sorry soul that put themselves through the entirely optional torture of actually reading my response to this thing ( feel free to tag me! )
#i forgot my tag for these sorts of things#( ooc. ): peut-être jamais peut-être demain; mais pas aujourd'hui c'est certain.#that'll have to do??#altho to anyone i mentioned please don't feel as if you have to do this yourself! i just wanted y'all to know i love you and#that i'm in a constant state of astonishment that y'all actually want to ship w my lame bum
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SPOILERS
Lots more detail for you thanks to kerrycec03. Taken directly from the forum
Cold Open: stairs, all 4 guys carrying take-out, Leonard asks Raj how things are going with the girl he is dating and Raj says he ended it with her, when asked why he says because she didn’t want to see him anymore. Sheldon says some people are not destined for a mate like Newton who was a virgin till death, Raj says he is not a virgin. The guys express sorrow to Raj who says “I’m fine” to which Sheldon continues on. Howard says what Raj means is he is clearlt not fine. And Sheldon says if people mean the opposite of what they say, then Howard could be wrong.
The guys walk in and the girls are there (yea all 7 scene) and they ask what the guys are talking about. Sheldon goes into it and Raj says again “I’m fine which means I don’t want to talk about it”. Sheldon is frustrated because he wishes it was easier to know what people are really feeling without words. Howard tells him there is a trial experiment going on for a human emotions detector. At first Sheldon is leary but everyone thinks it would be great. Meanwhile Raj says maybe he should ask his ex-girlfriends what went wrong, get them all together. Everyone agrees thats a bad idea.
Next scene: comic book store, Raj asks Leonard what he plans to do with Sheldon’s old room…he says game room. Sheldon tells Leonard he wanted a game room but Amy said no. Howard comes over and excitingly tells Sheldon he got a hold of the machine for him.
Next scene: 4A (pink coffee maker now there and liquor bottles on top of fridge) penny is on her tablet and Leonard comes out from the bedroom says he measured his new game room and his dream tv will fit (if he removes boards OR that is so big he can see it from work). Penny asks him to hold off aa Randall might come stay with them. Leonard asks why and Penny says her Dad wants her to help get him an interview at her company. Leonard asks won’t they mind an ex-convict drug dealer and Penny says Pharmaceuticals is just a fancy word for drugs anyway. Leonard is clearly miffed so Penny asks him how long would he be staying, Penny says few days, more, who knows. She asks Leonard if he has a problem, he lies and says no, they hug and peck and Leonard says Randall will enjoy carrying his drugs in a brief case better than a balloon in his rectum (this was re-written a few of Leonards like and 2nd-3rd takes had the sitting hug as 1st didn’t..to me they softened it up)
Next scene (playback) Howard/Bernadette kitchen with Raj. Bernadette asks Raj if he really thinks its a good idea to contact all the ex’s together, it will crush him, (meanwhile Raj has already begun plan the event). It was a quick scene.
Next scene: Sheldon’s office (Sheldon, Amy, Howard). They are beginning to try the emotion detector machine that monitors the persons lines and expressions and such and an app on Sheldons phone determines the basic emotions by a smiley face system. Howard jokes it can determine if Amy wants to think about her choices (impling dating Sheldon—eyes roll). Amy has a laptop and begins looking a pics and the machine will pick up her emotion and Sheldon will go by that. First he says “happy” and Amy excitingly says yes cause its a pic of puppys, Sheldon sorta agrees but not with their tiny pointy teeth. Next pic he says sad and Amy says softly yes its a picture of her Grandma to which Sheldon says makes sense you probably miss her and you worry about getting her turkey neck. Amy’s emotion change and Sheldon says “oh wait now you are angry”.
Back to 4A, Leonard at kitchen island, Penny walks out and asks Leonard to help look at her brother’s resume. Leonard makes a crack about Randall’s prison career. In walks Shamy and Sheldon is holding the detector saying “If you’re happy and you know it no need to clap your hands, I’ll know it”. Shamy walks to the Island and Leonard says he is happy for Sheldon and Sheldon says he knows its true because his phone shows a happy smiley. Amy sees the resume and asks Penny whats she is doing, Penny tells her and Sheldon says Leonard is angry about it. Leonard denies but sheldon’s machine keeps picking up angry faces. Penny asks Leonard and he finally says “fine, I am angry, how could you not ask me if its ok to have your drug dealer ex-con brother stay with us”. penny now gets defensive saying she didn’t think she would have to check with him since its her brother. Sheldon’s machine shows them both as angry. Lenny make a few jabs like Penny defends that Randall wouldn’t live with them forever, he would eventually get his own place. Leonard says when has he ever lived alone, Penny says he has, Leonard says where aside from a place with a nearby metal toliet (implying prison), Penny says that still countd. Amy tells Sheldon to stop and he points the machine at her and he says “then stop enjoying this too” (implying they are both enjoying this). Then Penny says to Leonard consider this payback for making her live with Sheldon (2 versions, one Sheldon says she was lucky to live with him, 2nd is he let her share his honeynut cheerios to which Penny snaps back that she was invoiced for those). Sheldon is offended and Amy pats Sheldons back and says they should go, Shamy proceeds to leave and Sheldon says can he storm off and Amy says it looses its impact if they discuss it, so he says instead he’ll give them the finger (which is an angry thumbs down), Amy gives a half one and stop. They exit.
Next: Raj’s apartment (Lucy, Claire, Emily and deaf Emily, Howard & Raj). Ladies are seated around the coffee table. Raj explains he gathered them all together to find out what went wrong in there relationships. He explains that Howard is there to translate for Emily and take notes. Deaf Emily signs and Howard says I agree this is crazy. Raj then says its confusing there are two Emilys so he said emily Sweeny is red-head emily (but deaf Emily is also a red head), 2nd take called deaf Emily “Emily Jr”. She signs angrily and Howard says “hey you dates him”. Raj suggests they go around the room introducing themselves and why they broke up. First up is Lucy. She admits she has severe social anxiety and Raj kept pushing her into uncomfortable situations to which Howard says “like this one” and she shakes her head yes and sinks into her seat. Raj tells him to right he has personal boundary issues and Howard says/writes Shmuck. Deaf Emily says he was too dictated by what his parents said and Emily Sweeny agreed saying he was a mamas boy. Raj tells Howard to write good son. Then its Claire who said he was too needy, and then said he was too into his look with shaping eyebrows and Raj’s cuts her off. Then its Emily Sweeny. She says she is uncomfortable saying it in front of Howard. Raj says he doesn’t mind so she begins to say “well when we were in bed” and Raj says “leave”. (Done a few different ways). Clearly Raj is getting upset so Lucy says “there is something good about dating Raj”. Raj jumps in and says “thank you and yes I’ll go out with you again”. Lucy says “no, I mean I learned what not to do in a relationship for my next one”. All the women agree and Emily Sweeny starts talking about her new man Gary and Howard asks for his spelling. Raj cuts him off and asks them all if they moved on to better relationships and they all agree (and Claire says a little before actually). Howard steps in to defend the deflated Raj. He says he is proud that he is putting himself out there and trying to fix it, both sorta one arm hug and Emily Sweeny says “I’m actually surprised you two (howard/raj) never got together. Howard says "like you ladies I had to ho through this to find Bernadette” and Raj weirdly agrees.
Next scene (playback) 4B. We see Amy at the island mixing a salad calling Sheldon out for dinner saying she made beefloaf not meatloaf as she knows how much he hates non-describe meals. He doesn’t come out so she walks into the bedroom and we see Sheldon cuddled sorta diagonal with a pillow. Amy asks whats wrong and he is disappointed because he really thought he was getting better at reading peoples emotions and she says he has, look at all the times he knows when she is upset to which he says she’s sorta a downer and he quickly apologized for that. Amy climbs over behind him and says they all have challenges like you and says “although probably cause of my dad” to which she takes off her glasses and says without these all I see is a blurry blob. She rubs his arm and tells him to stop using the machine, then lingerly kisses his cheek and says she loves him to which he turns and say “I Agree with that, I love you too. Can you put your glasses back on you look like a weirdo”.
Next scene (4B door). Lenny knocks, Sheldon answers and Lenny says they owe him an apology and Sheldon says I forgive you for taking my suitcase when I wasn’t home. Leonard says not that, but for yelling at him because he was in the middle of their fight. And Leonard says also the suitcase to which Sheldon said he had to throw it out as a sock was in there. Sheldon asks are they ok now and Lenny says yes, Penny said she will tell her Dad its just not a good time to which Leonard rubs her back and says “he won’t get mad at his little girl” to which immediately Penny says he won’t because it was Leonard’s idea, Leonard says “you’re going throw me under the bus?” And Penny says “I’m gonna throw you so fast I’ll break windows”. Sheldon says “wait are you getting angry again” and they look snarky back and he shouts “yes I can read emotions I don’t need the machine, and slams the door”.
Tag: whole gang at 4A eating and Sheldon is still a little bummed about reading emotions, so Amy (or Raj) says pregnant women have a great insight into that. Leonard says “but they can’t get Sheldon pregnant” so Sheldon asks Bernadette what he is thinking and she says “you think you are better than us, we are all be beneath you”. He is shocked and tells Howard to keep having babies.
Ok I am exhausted so probably typos and errors. Will try to review later.
BTS: everyone very chatty. Jim was Jim with pacing so no toe hangup. Kaley said at railing “not sure what you’ve all heard but I for one want this to keep going. Never heard her word it that way. Mayim kept making like clawing motions toward Jim and others. All messed up except Melissa and Mayim. While filled studio, there were still some seats so my guess everyone got in of standbys.
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