#i keep forgetting to post this here um. oops

[vellichorsdesire]

domestic life blue hydrangeas hii…

[savventeen]

you say the stupidest (sweetest) things

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3

From: Y/n 🔪 [11:47pm]

yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science

Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.

To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.

Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.

He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.

“Before you say anything,” you start, “I was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending on—“

“Uh-huh,” he interrupts dryly. “Y/n, when's the last time you slept?”

The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant “Um” that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.

He sighs. “The fact that you have to think about it says enough.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” you argue petulantly. “I just… don’t wanna tell you.”

“Y/n...” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Look, I know, I'm sorry.” And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. “I'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.”

His shoulders droop as the words sink in. “Episodes” are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.

Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.

“Well,” he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. “You know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.”

Your deep sigh crackles over the line. “Yeah, I know.”

“So. Where're we at this time?”

He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.

“Uhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.”

“Aish.”

The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.

“Okay,” he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. “I'll be over in an hour.”

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, “You've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Honey, you've got a big storm comin',” you quote at him without hesitating.

“You sure do,” he assures with a snort. “Better get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.”

“Why do you have to love so aggressively?”

He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. “Because it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.”

“No, it isn't.”

Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.”

“I'm not lying!”

“Not—” He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. “Okay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.”

A beat. “I'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.”

He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. “You're literally proving my point right now!”

“Kwannieeee,” you whine, because you know he's right.

“Also, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."

You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.

“I gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better person—” he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, “—and how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!”

“...”

“Well?” He puts his free hand on his hip. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“… I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. “It was literally three months ago.”

“Yeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,” you assert.

“Into even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.” He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.

“Listen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?”

“Stop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,” he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. “And then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.”

“Hmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it “unnecessary” on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.”

Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. “Well, “the council” can go fuck right off.”

“What if the council would like to fuck right on?”

Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. “I'm— what?”

“Okay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.”

Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. “I think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.”

“Booooooo, you whore.”

He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. “Consequences, Y/n.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“See you soon, love you, bye.” He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.

Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.

A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.

Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh… almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.

But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time — the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.

Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.

how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh

He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.

But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said “that's dumb. but thank you” with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said “do u think lizard people have ever been to space?” and the rest, they say, is history.

Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.

Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.

You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.

The Required Tasks™️ have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.

Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.

Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.

You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.

Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.

And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.

It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.

With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.

Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.

And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.

For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like you’re swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.

Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.

You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."

He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."

“Yep!”

You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.

The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.

Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.

💤 💤 💤 💤 💤

It was pretty much straight to “business” after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.

Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Bro™️.

It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.

He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.

And you've seen the same thing a million times before — in all kinds of states and expressions — and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.

Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.

Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.

"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"

He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.

"Am— am I okay? No??"

Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"

Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.

"No, no, stop—" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"

Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"

"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?

Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.

"Okay, uh. I am— confused,” you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. “But, um, what can I do to help?"

He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"

Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"

"What you just said."

You blink. "...that I'm confused?"

He shakes his head. "No, before that."

You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"

"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it — with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.

That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.

He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You said— Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.””

Oh.

You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"

He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"

And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."

Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.

You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."

"Why were you even awake?” You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. “You were supposed to be asleep!"

"I was supposed to be asleep?!” He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. “You're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"

"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.

"Oh my god!"

He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.

This is your chance, you know — to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.

But, for some reason, you don't — that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.

"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that — to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.

And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.

You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"

This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.

When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.

"Would you— would that— would it be okay? If I meant it? When I— when I said that I'm in love with you? Is— because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uh—"

Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.

"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?” He chews on his lip. “Hopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"

Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"

"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."

And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.

He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.

And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"

"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengeti—” he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "—it's past someone's bedtime."

Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"

He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.

"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.

"Hmmm...” And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. “But you're my baby."

You blink at him.

"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,” you grunt, rolling to your feet, “but I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.”

He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he starts after he's held you for a few moments. “This isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.”

You snort.

“But also,” he continues, “it feels very 'us' doesn't it?”

"Yeah,” you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.

“Mmm, is someone finally sleepy?” he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. “Did all the emotions finally wear you out?”

Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.

The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.

[jihopesjoint]

get to know me

@eoieopda tagged me in their post twice but not to do the game bc i know there have been a million tags that i didn't do so the fact that i'm deciding to do this one is funny BUT i'm trying to be active again and i liked this one so here we are lmao

ps is it bad if i don't tag anyone bc i'm assuming everyone was already tagged and doesn't want to be tagged multiple times (still insecure) but please feel free to do this and say i tagged you if you haven't been bc that's exactly what i did

what's the origin of your blog title?

i went with my url bc my blog title is just kim namjoon saying some shit at an american press junket so lmfao this fucking clip it's not the original but finding her would be difficult

favorite fandoms?

i've only been really involved in any capacity with one fandom before bts, but bts has been the fandom i've been most involved in, and obviously that's not that much. i wouldn't really say it's my favorite either LMAO i love many things, but fan spaces on the internet are hard lmfao here for example: i'd never seen, read, or listened to wicked before the movie because i thought wicked fans were annoying. turns out people are annoying about it because it's REALLY fucking good. so i'm actually trying to keep fandom out of the equation when i enjoy something now bc i'm sick of missing out on things just because i myself personally find the fandom annoying lmao lmao lmao

otp(s)/shipname?

myself with jimin next question

favorite color?

that fucken millennial pink oops. or golden yellow

favorite game?

the sims, animal crossing, spiritfarer

song stuck in your head?

abracadabra amor-oo-na-na abracadabra morta-oo-ga-ga (mayhem is out march 7 stan lady gaga)

weirdest habit/trait?

well. i grew up believing my weirdest habit was pulling my hair out to baldness but it turns out shit like that is more common than i thought. but i still can't think of anything weirder so that's my answer 😀

hobbies?

reading, gaming, wishing i was a writer but not doing anything about it, astrology

if you work, what is your profession?

a sore subject! i'm unemployed.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

initially i was going to say therapist bc that is the job i want and do not yet have, but that's not how i'm actually interpreting this question. the answer is ballerina.

something you're good at?

being supportive

something you're bad at?

following through, just as a general statement

something you love?

my cat

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff?

psychology, astrology, kpop. a certain book series, that i don't want to be judged on the internet for having shaped my late childhood and teenage years, and the discourse surrounding it (wow i wonder what it is)

something you hate?

my phone addiction

something you collect?

i was getting a lot of bts albums, etc. for a bit there but that's been halted for a couple of years now lmfao

something you forget?

that i'm not alone

what's your love language?

love languages are bullshit and sexist etc etc etc (words of affirmation and physical touch)

favorite movie/show?

movie: easy a show: bojack horseman until i rewatch crazy ex-girlfriend and remember just how much it is my favorite

favorite food?

snack: chips and queso meal: pho

favorite animal?

a boring answer but it is in fact cats

are you musical?

i play the flute and piano, and i did dance classes through elementary school and was in choir until high school. i majored in music education for my first three years of college before i finally realized i do not have the dedication required of the field. classical musicians, as well as band directors in my state (could be a dead giveaway if you know about band here), do not typically have multiple interests lmao

what were you like as a child?

how to be nice to my child self okay um i was (and am) pretty anxious and insecure and i had friends but felt lonely a lot anyway. on the other hand i also think i was as excitable then as i am now. i was timid and shy when i was small, but then i was a daycare kid so i think i learned how to be a loud enough kid to not to get swallowed up by the chaos that is that environment (slipped through the cracks in school though lmao lmao lmao)

favorite subject at school?

language arts/english but you'd be hard pressed to see evidence of it because past elementary school i was not a good student UNTIL i became a psych major

least favorite subject?

biology. well the sciences in general get me fucking good every time, but especially biology. i cannot wrap my head around science

what's your best character trait?

empathy (gag me), or more specifically being able to see situations from many perspectives

what's your worst character trait?

learned helplessness???? i do not inherently believe in myself and so i give up easily or don't try lmao

if you could change any detail of your day right now, what would it be?

that i got a full night of sleep last night and that i was asleep right now lmao

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

carl jung, esteemed psychiatrist/psychotherapist/psychologist, was also an esteemed astrologer who never advertised himself as an astrologer bc he did not want to be taken less seriously as a scientist. modern psychology and (western) astrology would not be where they are today without him and wow look at that those are two of my favorite interests. also i wanna hear what shit he wants to talk about freud.

rec your fave fanfics (spread the love):

god finally a chance to put them in one spot. and a lot of these people have multiples that i would love to mention but then the list would be insane. so i suffered and picked one each. the following, in no particular order, with clear biases shown:

@eoieopda's darksided (myg) @sailoryooons's the iron ring (pjm) @daechwitatamic's my feet to follow, and my heart to hold (knj) @100vern's by the time i've figured out what it's worth (myg) @here2bbtstrash's the shape of your body (pjm) @magicshopaholic's idolverse (ot7) @wwilloww's sh. (ot7) @kkaetnipjeon's pork belly (pjm) @babystrcandy's matilda (myg) @yoongiofmine's all it takes (jhs) @kithtaehyung's first love, last love (myg) @moni-logues's kintsugi (myg), which i cannot link because she has been put through the FUCKING wringer by this god forsaken website, but i can't not mention it and finally, matchy's (who has deactivated rip diva) trip no further (myg), which is still available on ao3 (thank you for informing me @newmittens) BUT i think you do need to have an account to access it

ok thank you for reading and i apologize to all of these people i tagged who had to scroll to the very bottom of this post to see why they were tagged lmfao ily all <3

[rascalgatr]

i keep forgetting to post oops um. heres my sona lol

[saintseiya-thoughts]

ALRIGHT SO !!

Shiryu as Hadès and How His Character Could Have Had More Screentime (this is going to be long and like...not even half of what I have to say sorry)

First of all : Shun is actually a good character for Hades, the whole kind guy turning into World's End Maker was a good plot twist BUT character wise he was already pretty central and full fleshed, Shiryu otherwise....erm (I rlly love Shiryu but he gets so bad/forgattable after Sanctuary...sick) + don't forget those are the main plotlines !!! I have a whole developpement in my head but you don't want to read a whole novel so please bear with me

I feel like he was tossed a bit of the side after the first arcs and it genuinely makes me sad, his character is a bit alike to Shun's on some points but except losing his sight every five episode well...he's not as well developped as Shun lmaoo 😭 that's why I believe it could have been interesting, even without the whole developpement points who are hard to add in a show like this, his character could have been a little more than what he is...Shun has a pretty shiny role, Seiya is the mc, Hyoga has a familial story or something like this every arc, and Ikki also has meaningful parts in fights/story, while I feel like Shiryu was often here because well he had to, but doesn't have a role that big (minus maybe in Asgard, but here he was a bit of an ass with fenrir for no reason so um 😭)

Anyway so ! First of all, Shiryu is the only one without a known family member (Seiya -> Seika, Shun -> Ikki, Hyoga -> his mom), no real backstory, nothing (thanks Ohko for trying at least, genuinely it made Shiryu's character rlly much cooler) so I decided to change it to give him at least something ! Also the necklace trope is also included but I won't extend myself on it, you guys know how it works

Changed his whole non existent backstory in the AU, basically, instead of being an orphan with the other kids, he would have been taken home by Dohko, who would have protected him from Pandora and Hades when his parents died from their attack (I always saw Shiryu as Chinese, I scrapped the whole brothers trope bc I don't like it + it's manga only) Dohko is a powerful Saint and could have done that.

I feel like he'd know Shiryu was like...different, his job is looking at the reincarnation of the Specters so yeah, he felt it. But killing a child, right after Athena was taken away and almost killed ? Yeah...no...he'd feel too bad, and would take Shiryu with him instead, keeping it to himself in hopes a good teaching and keeping an eye on him could prevent anything bad from happening (almost worked ig, oops)

It could make an interesting plot point with Shiryu and Dohko's dynamic, because as much as Shiryu likes him as a parental figure and master, he knows he's keeping secrets from him, and would feel some resent when learning about the truth y'know ??

After that it doesn't change much from the plot, except when it comes to dynamic within the Bronze group : Shiryu is sent to check what the hell is going on with the Galaxians Wars (a bit like Hyoga did in the manga), Ikki makes a whole ass mess, etc etc. Also it'd "explain" how Shiryu was so eager to end Ikki's life : he doesn't know him like the others do. For him he's just a threat to put an end to, which would be interesting dynamic wise too...Seiya would try to integrate him to the group, Shun, while understanding his view, would feel some kind of discomfort BEFORE trying to learn to know him better (I love their friendship srry), and I feel like he'd connect with Hyoga with the whole "My dad is a Gold Saint and while I love him well sometimes he tends to be a bit weird with me" and with Ikki I have a whole another plotline but I can't sum up that. This post is already long enough. Anyway the dynamics would have been changed and I think it's interesting to learn to know characters through someone who doesn't know them as much as they do know each other ?? Honestly most of the developpement is made in my head here are just the big lines

ANYWAY, back on track, nothing changes that much from the og anime before Hades (or it does change in my head because Shiryu was badly written in those ‼️or not written at all idk) and...yeah 😭 whole big mess...Dohko has to explain to Shiryu how and why he kept like...HUGE stuff from him all his life in order to protect him, also to Shion because "why the fuck didn't you say anything" (he cares for the kid and was afraid Sanctuary would take him from him), also I don't really remember how the whole Pandora plot point was made in the thread I made with the person on discord (sorry it was in march but I remember Pandora has a different plotline than in the og anime) but starting here it's just, yeah kinda the same I guess !! Except for the Ikki part/dynamic with Shiryu, but ONCE AGAIN it's a part of my Shiryu/Ikki plotpoint and it'd be too long (before some ask, YES, Ikki stops himself from killing him, because YES, Ikki cares about his friend group), also if it sounds silly sorry, but he sometimes (in the og anime) had a bit of extreme reactions, was willing to go pretty far to protect the people he cares about (Fenrir, Ikki...) and it could be a bit of a hint to his soul sometimes awakening to his Hadès self... He's not like, cruel or really mean, there's just sometimes something off about him, he sometimes "shifts" slightly and ppl can't really pinpoint what it is (not sure about this one does it make sense ???? Idk)

The most important parts of this AU are basically the developpement of his character through that "newcomer" lenses, learning to trust the others, and overall develop a more meaningful dynamic with them and giving him a bigger role !! I know it sounds a bit "Saint Seiya, everything is the same minus Shiryu is Hades" but there's more to that I swear, it's just hard to explain like this without making huge walls about dynamics

(Can you tell I'm shitting myself. Please don't be rude rlly, if you don't like the idea just ignore !!)

[annimator]

BRO, FUCK SPENCER (/j he’s still a great character, and I still like him)

(I HAVE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS MOTHERFUCKING EPISODE)

• Yeah ngl, didn’t really gaf about the recap lmao

• INTRO TIME WOOOOOO

• Oh damn, Nat’s plotting something with the guys

• “Am I one of her besties? Aw! That’s gives me the more fuzzies!” LOGAN ILY

• already said this before in my Ep 6 post, but I LOVE Logan & Richard’s bond sm

• I JUST FUCKING REALIZIED LOGAN SEARCHED THE FORTUNE TELLER THINGY WHERE HE FIRST TALKED TO ALESSIO. YOU CAN’T BE FUCKING SERIOUS

• “Jesus christ, I’m old.” Lmao yea

• YOU IDIOTS, ANA WAS STALKING YOU TWO. DON’T JUST- oop she got the treasure thingy. Good on her for using a hairclip(?) as a lock pick >:3

• An extra vote advantage? Fucking dope!

• Awwww she calls her Ana :D

• OH MY GOD WE GOT YURI TENSION LEZGOOOOO

• Ngl, it’s smart of Ana to not put whatever she & Marissa has going on first, and save the advantage for herself.

• Oop, Isabel clocked Nat. I can smell the besties’ tension from a mile away

• “Also, the whole gender war thing our team has been doing has been really regressive” FUCKING REAL

• “Natalia.” “Yes?” “I’m not mad” YOOOOOO

• OH SHIT, THEY’RE SCHEMING TOGETHER NOW

• Thanks for cleaning the laundry, Lynda, ig

• “Those are dry clean only” not to switch media, but that line instantly reminded me of quackity yelling “YOU FUCKING DRY-CLEANED IT” when he saw Pac bring out Fit’s robe. It’s been a day since the 1 year anniversary of that moment, what did ya expect

• MY FAVESSSSSSSS and also Spencer

• BENJI & HANNAH COMPLIMENTING TRISTAN FOR LAST EPISODE, I ONLY FUCKING WINNN

• OH BOY, IVY ANGST. SHE WANTS TO PROVE HERSELF AFTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST EPISODE

• She’s boutta crash out

• yayyyyyy Jade & Spencer are back in an alliance

• can you hear my sarcasm

• I CAN STILL SEE JADE DOUBLE-CROSSING SPENCER FROM A MILE AWAY AND I LOVE IT

• “Is it gay or straight to date a non-binary person” Dude I ask myself the same question. AND I’M NONBINARY

• “It ain’t that simple man, I mean, it’s a pretty big spectrum! There’s more than just 2 labels to choose from!” DAMN RIGHT! >:D

• “But um, why the question?” AND THEN FUCKNIG SPENCER INTERRUPTS

• “Does Spencer think we’re dumb enough to believe him? Good thing Benji & I aren’t buying it!” AND THEN IT FUCKING CUTS TO BENJI BELIEVING HIM IM CRYING

• TREVEK KEEPS FUCKING STARTING AT EACH OTHER THIS EPISODE. AGAIN /pos

• Also I’m still waiting for a double greeting where those two kiss btw. KAI & MAGGY GOT THEIR DOUBLE GREETING AND THEY KISSED. WHAT ABOUT TREVEK- (I AM DRAGGED OF THE STAGE)

• Damn this ferris wheel dodgeball game looks fun!

• Why do I have a feeling Ivy’s jinxing herself

• ofc Benji giggles at a balls joke

• Aw, Zaid’s joining her for support :D

• I know damn well Trevor & Derek are having fun w/ throwing the dodgeballs towards the contestants

• “Richard! Here!” “Thanks son!” I LOVE THEIR BOND SO MUCH OMGGGGG

• GIRL STOP MAKING EXCUSES FOR YOURSELF

• Zaid, I’m gonna be honest, you’re fucked

• Ofc, Zaid targets Nat. Did y’all forget episode 2? Natalia got his ass

• YOOOOOO HANNAH FIGHTING MARISSA FOR THE BALL

• “No one told me you’re allowed to dodge!” DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING GAME IS CALLED????

• ZAID RLLY GOT HIS SHIT WRECKED CAUSE HE GOT DISTRACTED OVER A GIRL AGAIN

• Oh boy, Richard’s boutta hard carry blue team again. WOOOOOOOOOO

• OH BOY MORE RED TEAM DRAMA

• AYYYYY MY FAVE TRISTAN CALMING THEM DOWN

• YOOOOO IDC QUARTET IN THE FERRIS WHEEL

• GET FUCKED LYNDA

• Oh damn, this is NOT Ivy’s episode

• “Haha! Your team’s falling apart!” Lynda you’re right, but AT THE SAME TIME-

• Ayyyy Richard tossing to Logan

• TRISTANNAH CRUMBS! TRISTAN TOSSED A BALL TO HER

• SHE CLOCKED LOGAN WITH THE BALL THEY GAVE HER WOOOOOOO

• Oh shit, Marissa boutta take one for the team?

• YOOOOO TRISTAN HELPED RED TEAM WIN THE POINT LETS GO

• YEAH CELEBRATE THAT W TRISTAN U DESERVED IT

• Welp, now that we got Connor’s VA suggesting that the viewers should sub to ONC. I just wanna talk a bit about TomJake season 2

• I… AM REALLY FUCKING EXCITED FOR IT WOOOOOOOO

• Like yeah, people wanted spinoff’s for other characters (myself included, I’d love to see a gabellie and/or jaiden spinoff) but I can see why Jared & Robert decided to make another season for them; Tom & Jake are undoubtedly DC’s most popular characters with how many posts & greetings about them go viral. So hopefully, all the money & views that go towards their spinoff will make way for other spinoffs for other characters in the future! :D

• also JAYCE SAID THAT IF THEY GET JAMES’ VA FOR THE SPINOFF, THERE WOULD BE A JAIDEN & TOMJAKE DOUBLE DATE EPISODE. I WANT TO SEE THAT HAPPEN PLZ-

• aight back to the episode

• Richard’s hard carrying as always- OH SHIT ANA WHAT WAS THAT

• OH MY GOD WE GOT MORE ANARISSA TENSION LEZGO

• STOP ZAID IMMEDIATELY WENT TO HER SIDE

• oh shit, they paused the challenge for her dislocated shoulder

• “That is a shoulder, yeah.” “I KNOW THAT’S A SHOULDER! HOW DO WE PUT IT BACK IN!” IM CRYING, I LOVE THEIR BANTER

• AYYYYY HANNAH CLUTCH

• “My mom taught me when I was young.” OUGH

• DAMN IS BENJI GONNA THROW UP? VOMIT ON SPENCER IT’D BE FUNNY

• IVY, YOU LITERALLY DISLOCATED YOUR SHOULDER ALBEIT TEMPORARILY. YOU CAN SIT OUT STAHP PROVING YOURSELF

• OMG TRISTAN CLUTCH. THAT’S MY GUY

• THUMBNAIL SHOT. TRISTAN AVOIDED ALL THE DODGEBALLS IM SO PROUD OF THEM

• “What is this sorcery?” Dude, they have a roof-thingy on their head

• OH MY GOD THEY LOOK SO HAPPY WHILST WRECKING BLUE TEAM’S SHIT I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM

• THEY TOOK OUT MARISSA AND LYNDA FUCK YEAH

• WAIT OH MY GOD THEY’RE MAKING A CALLBACK TO EPISODE 2. TRISTAN WAS TERRIFIED ABOUT FACING RICHARD. LOOK AT THEM NOW. THAT IS ONE OF MY THREE FUCKING FAVOURITES ABOUT TO TAKE ONE FOR THEIR TEAM

• I CANNOT STATE THIS ENOUGH. TRISTAN IS NOT ONLY A GREAT CHARACTER PERSONALITY WISE. BUT AS SOMEONE THAT IS ALSO NON-BINARY, I LOVE TO SEE THIS KIND OF REPRESENTATION WHERE SOMEONE ISN’T SOLELY CHARACTERIZED FOR THEIR LGBT IDENTITY

• I’m not even sad that they lost lmao. There’s nothing wrong with seeing Richard hard carry for blue team

• AWW, THEY HAD A SMALL CONVO AFTERWARDS

• “2 for 2. I’m gonna get ya next time though. Promise!” “You almost had me!” That would be so full circle for their character fr

• OH BOY WE GOT ZAIVY AND ANARISSA DRAMA. FUCKING WICKED

• “Red team, I’ll see ya toniiiiight, where someone will be the loser!” Trevor, your theatre kid is showing

• YEAAAAA MORE TRISTAN GLAZING

• OOOOOOOH THE RED TEAM’S FIGHTTTING

• Tristan’s right bro, lay off my guy

• NAW, WE GOT VIBE TRIBE ANGST TOO?

• Ohhhhhh, Ivy comes from a perfectionist household, and that’s what makes her want to prove herself, aight I get it

• Also Ivy tearing up over her never being enough for herself & her parents got me fucked up ;-;

• “I…I understand plenty. At least the uh… pleasing your parents part.” WAIT NO DON’T DO THIS ME. I’M NOT READY FOR TRISTAN ANGST TOO

• “I could never compete with the bottle. Dad he… still calls me a girl and um… he gets really aggressive if I say otherwise. And mom she… still drinks every night just to forget I exist. That’s the uh… that’s the gist of it, anyway!” NO MY SHAYLAAAAA (damn it feels weird saying that for the first time)

• TRISTAN IS LITERALLY GOD’S STRONGEST SHOULDER. WDYM THEY’RE SO UPBEAT, KIND, & OPTIMISTIC DESPITE HAVING GONE THROUGH ABSOLUTE FAMILIAL SHIT

• wait are characters that stay kind despite everything my type. I also like Sanji, and I’m not gonna spoil his backstory since it happens like 800+ episodes into One Piece but like-

• I keep forgetting Tristan’s 18 lmao, I’m only younger than them by a little bit!

• “Man dude, we’re all just like, a bunch of overgrown primates stumbling around trying to find meaning in this simulation called life!” “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” “I was afraid. I mean… I was afraid of giving my family more power over me, but um, a wise friend taught me that sometimes it’s better to sit in shit.” THEY QUOTED HANNAH. THEY QUOTE HANNAH OH MY GOD

• STOP IVY SEES THEM LIKE A YOUNGER SIBLING SHE NEVER HAD FUCK MY LIFEEEEE

• “Ivy, Ivy! Look at me Ivy! Shut the fuck up man!” WHY DID THAT MAKE ME LAUGH

• YOOOOO BENJI CLUTCH, SHE GOT JADE TO APOLOGIZE TO HANNAH OVER WHAT HAPPENED WITH AMELIE! THAT’S MY GUY

• Oh shit, Spencer’s having too much fun being a little shit

• FUCK MAN, I AM SCARED FOR THIS ELIMINATION

• NO FUCKING WAY

• SPENCER USED JADE’S TOTEM?

• EVERYONE VOTED FOR HIS BITCHASS LMAO

• wait, who did Spencer vote

• Oh my god, they’re both shocked about who got the boot who is-

• no

• NO

•NONONONONONONONONONONO WHAT THE FUCK

• SPENCER YOU BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER, HOW DARE YOU VOTE THEM OUT. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

• I JUST FUCKING REALIZIED SPENCER ACTED LIKE A DICK ALL EPISODE SO THAT EVERYONE WOULD VOTE FOR HIM. YOU SMOOTH MOTHERFUCKER, THAT WAS ACTUALLY A GREAT POWER PLAY

• STOP, ZAID, IVY, BENJI, & HANNAH ARE ALL SAD ABOUT THEM GETTING ELIMINATED. THEY’RE JUST LIKE ME FR

• “Ivy, that’s not very vibe tribe of you! Come on! You got this, I believe in you!” “Take care for her.” “Promise.” BEST DC TRIO RIGHT HERE ARGUE WITH THE FUCKIG WALL

• “See you later Tris!” THEY FIST-BUMPED I AM NOT OKAY, MY OTPPPPPPP

• BENJI WAS BAWLING. I FELT THAT BRO

• “Benjiiiiii! Aw, it’s okay come here! I’m gonna miss you so much man. You always know how to make me laugh! Please keep that smile on your face! Okay man!” “I’m gonna miss you too!” I FELT THIS SO HARDDDDDD

• “When I came on this show, I was just expecting to make some friends! I wasn’t expecting to… find a family. So… Ivy & Zaid, I’m rooting for you guys! You guys got this dork in your corner!” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

• ALSO HANNAH & BENJI ARE HONORARY VIBE TRIBE MEMBERS. TRY PRYING THIS HEADCANON FROM MY DEAD CORPSE YOU FUCKERS

• THEY’RE ALL WAVING GOODBYE TO THEM. THIS SHIT GOT ME FUCKED UP

• ONLY OTHER CONTESTANT BESIDES ALESSIO TO LEAVE WITH A SMILE. THAT’S MY GOAT RIGHT THERE

• “Ultimately, Tristan’s the biggest threat who had no quarrels due to their influence. Spencer may of had his moment, but I hid all ties of our partnership due to voting for him. So, all the blood will be on his hands! This is my win really.” GET HIS ASS JADE. DO IT FOR TRISTAN

• WAIT I JUST FUCKING REALIZED SOMETHING. DID TRISTAN JINX THEMSELVES WHEN THEY SAID THEY’D GET RICHARD NEXT TIME??? OR AM I LOOKING INTO THINGS TOO MUCH

• EITHER WAY, GREAT EPISODE DESPITE THAT ELIMINATION. IF JADE ISN’T THE SOURCE OF SPENCER’S DOWNFALL, I’LL BE VERY DISSAPOINTED

• Alrighty new Elimination ranking from “damn, alright” to “I WANT TO SHOOT SOMEBODY”

4th - Amelie

3rd - Ted

2nd - Alessio & Diego (Yeah looking back. It might be a tie lmao)

1st - Tristan (NO SHIT DUDE. DID YOU READ THE ENTIRE POST-)

• god, I love & hate that british motherfucker so much

[whimsical-roasting]

You reblogged that Sam gifs post and it reminded me of that headcanon i have of being Sam’s friend but you’re feisty and take no one’s shit. Like he’s always takes the high road and you’re like when they go low i go lowER. I would fight that Akufo dude for him no questions asked.

hi wifey <3 you are absolutely right!! i fucking love that idea of Sam having a bestie who'd throw hands for him.. it's on sight all the time.

special thanks to @sokkigarden for bouncing ideas off me, love you bby. okay, i wanna write about being friends w the AFC Richmond boys more, so if yall have ANY thoughts on being friends with ANY of the lads then send me requests on it so we can DISCUSS

OKAY BUT BEING BESTIES WITH SAM OBISANYA

he's such a wholesome and loyal friend... a breath of fresh air yknow?? Dani is more of that 'unconditional sunshine' energy, but Sam is positive whilst still keeping it real w you

and sooo you're hella loyal to him too. well, you're loyal to everyone you care about. you'd take a bullet for them, no questions asked, but probs a lot of cussing involved (same, but i'll come back to this)

sharing an airpod each if yall go out on a walk or join the team on a bus ride - if you're dating jamie then he NEEDS you next to him on the ride back, probs uses your shoulder to sleep on and has an arm around your waist so you can't leave, but that's a diff post ahahaha

having a shared spotify playlist that you both keep adding music too...the vibes are all over the place. "Y/N, I was trying to jam out to J.Cole, and then Adele came on??" "Oh yea, I was sad bout something earlier"

blanket forts and microwaveable caramel popcorn for when he's missing home

playing as him in FIFA when you're with the lads and yellin "YEA THATS MY BESTIE" every time you score as him

pinching his earlobes like his dad would for good luck on the days of a big match/when he's really nervous

since opening OLA'S, you join him when he attends small business owner conventions, but that's mainly to try the free food

since i'm vegetarian, telling him that his menu looks great but you can only stick to sumn like the jollof rice.. so next month when he invites you over to his restaurant for a catchup dinner there's a whole new lil section for vegetarian dishes on the menu (or whatever dietary inclusivr thingy etc.)

warning Sam about Afuko because "a man simply doesn't feed you pasta and lobster and send you a stack without something in mind" and him being like ??? what and you groan, "did you watch the tiktoks I sent you??"

hearing about how the Afuko rejection went and Sam only focusses on "he called me medium talent??" and you're SEETHING

you're like "what the living F U C K" and he's like "oh hey Y/N, don't worry, I know I am not medium talent" and you're like "what? no, shut up, obviously not, but that's not the POINT here. how did that ASSHOLE have the audacity to speak to you like that?!!"

you're searching up flights to Nigeria and opening a google map from the airport to Afuko's business residence or something, and Sam is like, "seriously, forget that guy. bullet dodged." and you're angrily muttering about how Afuko's gonna have to dodge the bazooka you're gonna smuggle onto the plane

"We cannot be best friends if you end up in jail because you tried to smuggle a bazooka onto the plane." "I just wanna talk to him...with a bazooka." "No." "Pleas-" "No."

telling Sam you might be getting feelings for Jamie and being nervous he'd be mad because of their relationship in S1, but you promise he's changed, and Sam is like, I know

wearing the Obisanya jersey and the rest of the boys are like 'hey why don't you ever support our merch' so like every match you're switching out jerseys before texting a pic to the groupchat

running into that Francis guy who's Afuko's right-hand man and "accidentally" stepping on his foot real hard like OOPS

giving him updates on your love life and vice versa. "Y/N, please tell me this one is not a loser." "Um, Sam, shut up; you know my rizz only seems to work on losers??" "hey, Jamie told me that telling a woman my favourite movie is Ratatouille is a bad idea... is it?" "just bake her a lasagna or something and say that's how you learnt to cook." "I am not doing that." "dammit, I thought we'd get lasagna for dinner"

doing random tiktok trends or challenges - the baking one where one person is blind, one is deaf, and one is mute, but they all gotta work together to bake a cake!! sam (tape around his mouth) x you (blindfolded) x jamie (loud ass headphones on)

jamie: pass the FOOKIN sugah!! *back turned to yall as he stirs the mix*

you: WHAT. WHERE. *randomly smacking shit, picking up the salt and dropping it on the counter and onto a spoon*

sam: mmmhnph! *waving his hands in your face like NO but you can't see*

you: *turning to jamie with a spoonful, which he probs tastes absentmindedly whilst stirring* OI TASTE THIS

jamie: FOOKS SAKE

[sytokun]

Introducing my super cool RWBY rewrite that is definitely better than literally anything

Hey guys, this is my RWBY fanfiction universe. All ideas are mine, I just think... I dunno, RWBY kinda sucks so I'm making my own, better version. I'll call it... RWBY: Rescued or some other vaguely pretentious title, idk. Hey, John and Jane RWBYson! Thanks for subscribing to my project! Or anonymously stalking it? It's hard to tell sometimes.

Now I know I already introduced Team RWBY, and everyone loves them, I'm happy! I'm just gonna add a little dude here, no it's fine! He's like a side character, nothing more. Like an ally, Ruby's first friend, he leads the other team, it'll be really cool I promise. His name is Jaune btw, no, NO big deal. Just trust me on this. I'm the superior writer, remember?

...

Um... sorry guys. Over the weekend I just got a really big spark of inspiration, like... the Muses struck me from the heavens above. So I'm sorry, but... I'm going to make a quarter of the first Volume entirely focused on Jaune, the Volume that is crucially formative to the cast and entire series, which will cause a ripple effect so bad that a consistently large number of fans dislike him in my series 10 years later, but also find it hard to imagine the story without him at this point, like a lukewarm relationship you don't know how to feel about.

But it's fine! The show is still called RWBY and I plan to deliver on that, not like those hacks at Rooster Teeth stepping on Monty's vision. That's the rhetoric I'm supposed to use, right? To make you hate me? To make me into an easy strawman to hate and dismiss? GOT IT, just making sure, lol

I'm going to voice act as him too, btw. No big deal, I'm sure this won't affect my treatment of him whatsoever. Oh, but here's Neptune. He's voiced by the other dude writing this, and we're gonna write a love triangle between the characters we voice and Weiss, one of the main leads. That counts as a character arc for her, right? Right, glad you understand. Oh, Neptune? You actually liked him and wanted him around? What are you, fucking sexist? God. Make sure to tell your friends how cool my story is

Next, I'm going to have Pyrrha's entire screentime devoted around Jaune, and even after she dies, only Jaune is allowed to process his emotions regarding her death while Ren, an Asian dude, and Nora, another girl, prop him up. I'm also going to bring her death up every two years like 2-3 times to really milk that man pain. What does Ruby the main character feel about this? Oh don't worry, she'll talk about it with another character I'll add in. I'll even have her say Keep Moving Forward™ to really sell the audience's Ruby's pain and really stoke and stir your anguish. Her anguish. Moving on.

Eh, something feels off, there's not enough conflict... Let's have Cinder run Weiss through with a spear, for funsies ig, because I have this post-it note on my monitor saying Jaune's Semblance and this is the perfect moment. I'm also gonna give Jaune this whole ass emotional outburst, 1-on-1 fight and confrontation with Cinder since she killed Pyrrha and awakened all his angst.

Ruby? Uh... yeah, she can stand there I guess. I need to remind the goddamn audience that YES, I still remember silver eyes exist, gawd. I have to do it every few Volumes or I can sometimes forget the protagonist in my female-led story exists - man what a pain, I bet I'm gonna be pressured into creating an old lady to teach her or some shit in the Volume right after this one. Whatever, I'll have her disappear in 2 years, they'll never know she left. Anyway OOPS Emerald knocked Ruby out, thank god she's out of the way so I can squeeze in a shot of Cinder stepping on Jaune and really rub that pain in. God, Jaune really needed this, so glad I did that

Fuck it, Jaune kills Penny too. I dunno, it just feels right, y'know? Nah... I don't think Ruby or anyone is the right person for this, and I don't think we've really, one hundred percent explored just how deeply Jaune can angst over dead women; women who could have grown into full, complex people with rich arcs and relationships using all the screentime I parasitically extracted from them via sudden, unwarranted death. Penny, like, she really needs to fuckin' die for this. Her death is worth having to retread this same tired fucking emotional arc if it's for my boy, know what I'm sayin'? Good, glad you understand

Alright, it's the Volume finale. Team RWBY and Neo are falling into the next story arc. Great, people really wanted this - an entire Volume just focused on the title characters together. The fans have been on my ass asking for this since Volume fucking Four. It's alright, I GOT THIS. I FUCKING GOT THIS! It's simple! This is perfect. But... I mean, I shouldn't... but I really... SDGDSGDED FUCK IT, fuck you, Jaune falls in with them too

John and Jane RWBYson: "God, this is why I hate rewriters who think they can write a good story with RWBY. They love making white men the focus of their self insert fantasies while shoving female characters into the fridge and off to the side, all while using Monty's name to rile people into brainlessly supporting it. I hope they fucking disappear"

Wait. John. Jane. Did I say my RWBY fanfiction universe?

Oh. Oh god.

[emeraldiis]

Falling for a God

A/N: Forgot to properly post/format this fic, so here ya go ya filthy animals (ok but i wrote it so I’m filthier)

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Summary: “Tell me, does being touched by a god make you nervous? I can feel you quivering, are you afraid?” Loki pauses, then leans down until his lips are almost touching your ear. “Or is that arousal I sense?”You have a huge crush on Loki, there's lots of sexual tension, y'all fuck. That's the plot.

“Nat,” you whine. “I feel like you’re not even listening.” You prance to the front of her, spinning around to walk backwards.

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Wow, are you sure you aren’t pyschic?” She keeps up her brisk pace, and you nearly trip over yourself trying to keep up.

“That’s so rude!” You exclaim, but can’t hold back a giggle. Despite her cold demeanor, you know that Nat is just messing with you. Shooting a quick glance backwards, you decide that your path is clear, and return your gaze to your friend. “You’ll tell me if I’m about to run into something, right?”

With a wry grin, Natasha gives you a thumbs up. You beam at her. “Anyway,”  you continue. “I started watching this new TV show last night, and it is so, totally awesome. There’s this guy, and he has these badass powers, and he’s fighting this girl, and she has-”

Thump.

A small oof escapes from your mouth as your back collides with something solid. You pitch forward in surprise, and yelp as you try to stabilize yourself before you fall. Large, warm hands grab your waist, tightening around you to keep you from toppling over. You sigh in relief as your frantic heart slows to a normal rhythm. “Wow, thanks,” you say, and spin around to reveal the identity of your saviour.

Piercing blue eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat. “Careful, pet,” Loki murmurs softly, a sly grin spreading across his lips. His hands slide off of your waist, making contact with the sliver of skin between your shorts and your top on the way. An involuntary shiver creeps up your spine, and you bite your lip.

The reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the ever-perceptive trickster, and his eyes flash with surprise. “Are my hands really that cold?” Loki teases. “Perhaps you could help me warm them up.” His tone is playful, but there’s something deeper underneath his banter that makes you think he’s actually flirting.

You can tell that your cheeks are red, and you choose not to respond to Loki’s question in fear of making an even bigger fool of yourself. A stammered apology tumbles from your lips, and you look back towards Natasha with a look of betrayal. She grins and shrugs. “I forgot to warn you. Oops.” Your mouth drops open. That scheming little devil. She knows about your crush on Loki, and she still allows you to make a fool out of yourself?

Your interactions with Loki were sparse, to say the least. Aside from a few casual conversations in a group, you had barely even talked to him. Still, he captivated you from the very first day he arrived at the compound. He was exactly your type; tall, dark, and brooding. Aside from Thor, most everyone gave Loki a wide berth, hesitant to forget the battle for New York. You, however, didn’t see a villain. You saw pain behind those blue eyes, and could empathize with Loki’s behavior. You knew all too well that it hurt to live in someone’s shadow, and sometimes acting out was a cry for help. Granted, Loki’s outbursts were far more drastic than yours had ever been, but it was more or less the same on a base level. And, the fact that he constantly had a witty remark on the tip of his tongue never ceased to entertain you. The man liked to hear himself talk, and damn, so did you.

It takes you a second to realize that you’ve been staring. You clear your throat awkwardly and look to the floor, eager to hide your discomfort. “Um, thank you for catching me,” you manage. When you look back up, Loki is wearing an odd expression. His pretty eyes are narrowed, searching your face. The scrutiny only embarasses you further. “Well, see you around!” WIth that, you dart around Loki and scurry off. Natasha follows you, snickering softly.

When you reach the common area, you plop yourself down on the couch and groan, throwing an arm over your face. Natasha sits down beside you. “Smooth,” she says, drawing out the word obnoxiously.

You remove your arm from over your eyes and give Natasha a withering look. “So not funny.”

Nat positively cackles at that. “Oh, come on,” she says. “He’d be an idiot to not at least have a thing for you, I mean, you’re smoking! ” She looks you up and down. “Nice rack, too.”

A giggle bursts from your lips. “Nat. Oh, my god. Stop objectifying me.”

Shaking her head, Natasha replies, “Me, objectify? I would never.”

That earns her an eye roll from you. “Sure. Anyway, can we please change the subject? I’m sick of talking about my embarrassing Loki crush.”

“What does ‘crush’ mean?”

You freeze. Now that was a distinct voice. “Thor,” you choke out. “When did you get here?”

Thor walks up behind the couch and swings himself over the back, making the poor piece of furniture creak in protest. He settles next to you, effectively sandwiching you between him and Natasha. “Just long enough to hear you discussing my brother. Now, will you please enlighten me on this strange Midgardian term?”

Before you can shut him down, Nat pipes up from the other end of the sofa. “It means she likes him. Romantically. Sexually. ”

The temptation to throw yourself onto the floor wailing is high. Instead, you opt to beg for your life. Still embarrassing, but slightly more productive than throwing a tantrum. “Nat!” You screech. You turn to Thor with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t say anything to him.”

Thor furrows his eyebrows. “What an odd expression. You’d think that the word “crush’ would be associated with something negative.” He places a big hand on your thigh. “If what Lady Natahsa says is true, then why would you not tell my brother? He is quite vain, you know. I’m sure he would be delighted to know that a beautiful woman is attracted to him!”

You groan and bury your face in your hands. These Asgardians will be the death of you. “It’s not that simple, Thor. What if he rejects me? I’d never be able to show my face around him again!”

There’s a pause, and then Thor asks you in a much gentler tone, “It seems as though you care for Loki a great deal more than you are letting on. Are you really afraid of embarrassment, or is it the heartbreak you fear?”

You’re glad that your hands are covering your face, because the way the color drains out of it at Thor’s question would have given you away. “No,” you mumble through your fingers. But he’s right, you do care for Loki more than you’d ever admit. His image ran through your head at night when you were trying to sleep, and his voice was what came to mind when your fingers were between your legs and you were pretending they were-

You rub at your eyes, then look up at Thor in desperation. “Please, if you really care about me as a friend, you’ll keep this secret.” You shoot a look at Natasha. “You, too. I may not be able to take Thor in a fight, but I could kick your ass.” You know you sound like a pathetic teenager, but you’re past the point of caring. You were perfectly happy admiring Loki from afar, and didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be met with shame.

Natasha scoffs. “As if.” Before she can continue. Thor holds up his hand.

“Lady Natasha, I believe we should stay out of this. I have done a great deal of meddling in my brother’s life, and I’ve learned that even the best intentions can cause disaster when Loki is involved.

“Thank you, Thor,” you say gratefully, relief evident in your voice. With a tired sigh, you hoist yourself up from the couch and turn to face your friends. “Well, I think I’ve had enough excitement for today. I’m going to hibernate, see you next spring.”

Natasha giggles and blows you a kiss goodbye while Thor scrunches up his face in confusion at your joke. Oh, well. Maybe he’d understand Midgardian humor one day.

*

Thunder rages outside your window while you toss and turn. You roll over to glance at your clock, and scowl when it flashes “3AM.” Giving up on the prospect of sleep, you opt for creeping to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Your bare feet pad down the carpet, and you shiver slightly at the cold air of the hall. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs and you start to regret your decision not to put on pants.

To get to the kitchen, you have to walk through the common area, and for a moment you linger just outside the entryway. There’s a soft glow coming from the corner of the room, and you mentally groan, hoping it’s one of the female inhabitants of the compound. You weren’t too excited at the idea of walking past one of the guys in just a sleep shirt and underwear. Still, your mission for food is not one you’re willing to give up on. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the hallway and into the room. And nearly pass out.

Across the room, perched in one of the loveseats, is Loki. He’s sitting with his legs curled underneath him, thumbing through a book. You consider darting back into the safety of the hall, but you’re too late. Loki has already noticed you, and is now staring far too intently for your liking. Suddenly feeling very exposed, you tug on the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it further down your legs. “Sorry to disturb you,” you whisper, afraid to break the deafening silence. Loki raises an eyebrow at you, then turns back to his book. You aren’t sure if you’re relieved or disappointed when his gaze leaves you.

Not wanting to linger in the entryway any longer, you make your way across the room, keeping your eyes down. As you pass Loki, a loud clap of thunder booms outside, and already being on edge, you yelp. Startled from the deafening sound in an otherwise quiet room, you stagger, falling backwards onto the loveseat. Right next to Loki. The sofa is small, and in your splayed out position, you’re almost half on top of the god.

Loki flinches away, and you immediately begin to apologize. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened, I guess I just lost my footing. Did I hurt you?” As you talk, you push yourself off of Loki and cower into the other side of the loveseat. Some more rational part of your brain urges you to get up, give him some more space, but you don’t listen. As embarrassed as you are, you’re not quite ready to give up this closeness to the object of your affection.

With a huff, Loki straightens himself and gives you a cool look. “You did not hurt me, mortal. I was simply surprised.” Then, having composed himself, he smirks and sets his book on the end table beside him. “I suppose it is only natural to have weak knees in the presence of a god.”

The comment lightens the mood, and you find yourself relaxing next to him. “You’re right, Thor’s thunder does make me a tad unsteady.”

At that, Loki stiffens, obviously having not expected you to return his teasing. For a brief moment, you feel proud. Then, something changes in his expression, and he scoots closer to you. His hand finds your bare thigh, and the contact sends butterflies through your stomach. Loki senses your restlessness and gives you a predatory grin. “Is that so? Are you telling me that this,” he squeezes your thigh, and you gasp. “Doesn’t make you feel...faint?” His voice is low, and he almost purrs the last few words.

You fight hard to keep your breathing even, not wanting to give away just how flustered you are. The heavy weight of his hand feels heavenly, and you can feel your panties grow damp. God, you hope he can’t smell it.

This predatory tone is so much different than the playful teasing that you usually receive from Loki. You’ve never seen his blue eyes so dark, and the unfamiliarity of it all tightens your stomach.

Taking your silence as a challenge, Loki presses himself even closer to you. His fingers creep up your leg, closer to your underwear. “Tell me, does being touched by a god make you nervous? I can feel you quivering, are you afraid?” Loki pauses, then leans down until his lips are almost touching your ear. “Or is that arousal I sense?”

Fuck. A full body shiver skates across your skin, and despite your best efforts, a small moan breaks free from your throat. Loki’s hand feels like a brand on your thigh, sending waves of heat up your body. The warmth pools between your legs, and you can’t help but shift a bit. Knowing that your panties are the only barrier between your soaking heat and the sofa, you arch your hips ever so slightly to keep from soiling the cushion.

Of course, your small movements don’t go unnoticed. Loki’s eyes are hooded as they rake across your bare legs, and you can hear his breathing get a bit heavier. He looks up at you, pupils dilated. “Oh, pet, look at you. Barely even touched, and already-”

He’s cut off by the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall, headed in your direction. Loki curses softly and reluctantly draws his hand away, then moves as far away as the small sofa allows. Your skin aches at the loss of contact.

The interrupting stranger’s footsteps approach the entrance to the common room, then carry on past. You let out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, thankful that you wouldn’t have to explain anything. Something tells you that, while there’s nothing going on now, sitting with Loki in the middle of the night might raise a few eyebrows.

You and Loki are alone again, but the moment has passed. Whatever spell that had overcome the two of you is gone, and all that’s left is a quiet room and a dim light. “I apologize, I believe I have overstepped,” Loki says, and for the first time, he sounds...unsure. His voice has lost that arrogant confidence that it normally carries, and he sounds like a child that has just been caught stealing cookies from the jar.

You bite your lip and risk a glance at Loki. He’s still pressed against the opposite arm of the loveseat, and is avoiding your eyes. Without the atmosphere of desire from before, now you just feel...awkward. Sighing softly, you rise to your feet and make your way to the hallway. You pause briefly in the entryway, and breathe out a “goodnight, Loki.” You don’t wait for a response, instead turning and trudging back towards your room.

As you flop back down in bed, you replay the night’s events over in your mind. It almost feels like a dream, and you’re having trouble believing that Loki, the God of Mischief, had actually come on to you. It didn’t seem plausible. You’re just a plain mortal, nothing special, no powers. Sure, your combat skills could rival Natasha’s, but besides that, you can’t find anything about yourself that would attract a god.

Eventually, you decide that maybe Loki was just horny, and you were in the right place at the right time. You did walk out without pants on, after all. No matter the reasoning, you know not to expect a repeat occurrence, given how regretful he had seemed afterwards. Tears brim in your eyes as the reality of the situation hits you; Loki regrets touching you. It seems that your crush was one-sided, and even though you weren’t surprised, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

*

Things are tense around the compound. You creep around corners, terrified of accidentally finding yourself in the same room as Loki. And it seems that Loki is taking the same precautions, because you haven’t even seen a glimpse of him since that night. The ache in your heart from his rejection still keeps you up at night, and you still find yourself pining over him like a lovesick idiot.

Ever the observer, Natasha catches on quickly. “Are you really still embarrassed about bumping into Loki?” She asks after cornering you in the kitchen. “You’re not acting like yourself, and it is beyond obvious something is bothering you.”

You groan at her around a mouthful of a granola bar. “Are you really still thinking about it?” You counter.

Nat rolls her eyes. “Please, it’s hard to pretend it didn’t happen when you’re playing this stupid cat and mouse game. I see you check every room for him, I can’t believe you even care that much. He barely even touched you!”

A piece of your snack shoots down your throat with your gasp. You double over, wheezing and coughing. Natasha slaps a hand on your back, sighing. When you finally catch your breath, you glare at Nat. “Yeah, maybe that’s the issue.”

You immediately regret your words as a fire lights itself in Natasha’s eyes. “Want me to help?”

“Nat, hold on. No thanks-”

“Shush, trust me!” To your dismay, Natasha is already on her way out of the kitchen when she finishes hushing you. You whimper out a half-baked protest, but your friend is long gone by the time the words leave your mouth. Fuck, you’re so screwed.

LIfe  was very quickly becoming a stressful game of hide and seek. You’d resorted to spending most of the day in your room, hoping to avoid Loki, and more importantly, Natasha. You’re not sure what she has planned, but it can’t be anything good. As weeks pass by with no incident, however, you begin to drop your guard. Maybe she’s taking pity on you.

It’s around noon when you get the text. It’s an all caps message from Nat, pleading with you to at least hear her out before saying no.

That’s a terrifying text. I’m listening.

Nat: I may have bragged my way into a drinking contest with Thor, and I need a teammate to make it fair.

You want to try and outdrink Thor????

Nat: I want US to outdrink him. I convinced him that it’d be more balanced if it was 2 to 1.

You owe me.

Nat: :)

It was a terrible idea, but maybe a nice night of getting hammered is just what you need to break you out of your funk. Despite your initial reluctance, you find yourself getting excited. You hadn’t really relaxed in ages, this would be a good thing.

As the hours pass, you start to get nervous. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten properly drunk, and you seriously doubt you’ll be able to keep up with even Natasha. Still, a promise is a promise, and you have far too much pride to chicken out now.

The clock reaches nine o’clock, and you sigh. Showtime. Before leaving your suite, you set several glasses of water and a bottle of Advil on your nightstand. If you’re going to fuck over your future self, you might as well try to ease her pain. You take a deep breath and spare a glance over at the mirror against your bedroom wall. You had opted for something comfy, but cute; an emerald green dress that stopped just above your mid-thigh, and fell off of one shoulder effortlessly.

Okay, so maybe you had wanted to get a tiny bit dressed up. You’re sure Nat will tease you for it, but sometimes a girl just wants to feel pretty.

A bit breathless from those pre-competition nerves--yes, a drinking contest was that serious--you make your way to the kitchen. As you round the corner, you stop dead in your tracks. Sitting at the bar Tony had insisted on installing, is Nat and Thor, of course. But next to them, perched delicately on one of the stools, is Loki. He wears a look of disdain, as if this entire competition is beneath him. You hope he can’t tell how badly you want to be beneath him.

Natasha gives you a wicked grin as Thor waves you over, his smile far more innocent-looking than Nat’s, though you’re sure he had a part in this. Cursing your terrible friends under your breath, and yourself for falling for it, you trudge over. Naturally, the only stool left is the one on the end, directly next to Loki. You gingerly hoist yourself up and slide onto the seat.

You stubbornly keep your eyes on the counter, not daring to even glance up at Loki. It’s obvious from the way he’s angling himself away from you and towards his brother that he’s regretting that night, and doesn’t want to be near you. You don’t blame him, humans must seem like animals compared to gods. The reality is that you were a mistake to him, and you just needed to accept that and move past.

Breaking the awkward silence, Thor produces a jug of what looks like beer from god knows where. He grins and gestures to it grandly. As he opens his mouth to speak, you cut him off. “Hold up! I thought this was two against one? Loki being here makes it unfair.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at you. “Yeah, I may have bent the truth to get you to come out. It’s teams of two, but we have a handicap. Our drinks and shots count as twice the actual amount, and they’ll be drinking Asgardian mead. So,” She smirks. “No more complaints, let’s do this shit.”

You swallow nervously at the mention of shots. You could hold your liquor fairly well, but you and shots had...history. Nat knew how touchy you got when you were drunk, and how much of an oversharer you tended to be. Though you have to admit that her plan is almost flawless, you’re still unimpressed with her shenanigans. She’s pretty much set you up to embarrass yourself.

You twiddle your thumbs in your seat as Natasha grabs a bottle of Svedka from behind the bar and begins to pour the beginning drinks. Following her lead, Thor pops open his jug and splits it between two large glasses, then passes one to Loki, who sighs in apparent boredom. He shoots you an unreadable look, then grabs one of the shot glasses that Natasha filled and slides it your way.

With a mumbled “thanks,’ you gingerly take the glass, and look at Nat and Thor. Thor raises his glass. “May the better warriors win!” He announces, then tips back his glass. You roll your eyes at the word choice, but bring the shot glass to your lips and throw your head back. The liquor goes down rough, but you manage to keep your poker face and grit your teeth against any retches.

“The lady can drink!” Thor bellows, wiping at his face.

You shrug, wanting the spotlight off of you. “Um, I went to college?”

Before Thor can question you, Natasha cuts in. “Hello? I took it just as well, where’s my applause?”

“Natasha, you are not a lady,” Loki deadpans. Nat glares and pours herself another shot in response, throwing back the second one just as easily as she had the first. She then points at you. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. Despite everything, Loki was still Loki, and he still had your heart. It seems that the tension between you and Loki dissolves after you laugh at his quip, and he relaxes his stiff posture.

You sigh in relief and reach for the bottle to refill your own glass. This time, it goes down easier. That is, until the burns travels past your stomach, right down to between your legs. You squirm in place at the unexpected burst of arousal. Still, you should have been ready for it. Alcohol has always gotten you a little worked up. It was your mistake to believe you could fight it.

Despite the setback, you keep up with your teammate as the night goes on. Shot after shot, broken up by the easy conversation that emerges as the liquor continues to flow.

You’re not sure when the competition was forgotten, but you soon find yourself splayed on the couch next to Loki, laughing hysterically at some story he’s just finished telling about Thor in his youth. You look over at him, hazily trying to center your double vision to properly admire the god. His cheeks are flushed red from the alcohol, and he looks more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him.

Loki glances over, catching you staring, but you’re far too intoxicated to be embarrassed. Instead, you hold your gaze, waiting for a reaction. Loki smirks, then eyes his brother with annoyance.

“Brother,” he says, voice a lazy drawl. “I believe we’ve won this contest, wouldn’t you say?”

Thor cocks his head, then widens his eyes in understanding. “Oh, certainly! In fact, I think it would be necessary for me to walk you back to your quarters, Natasha.”

Natasha begins to protest, but it dies on her lips as her gaze flickers between you and Loki. “What a gentleman,” she purrs, only swaying slightly when she rises from her seat. “Lead the way.” Taking his outstretched hand, Natasha stumbles down the hall with Thor, giggling excitedly.

Now that it’s just the two of you, you expect things to get awkward, but find that you’re still just as comfortable. “Well, I guess I have to bow to the drinking champ,” you slur, sitting up to give a half hearted bow.

Loki throws his head back and laughs. “You,” he manages between snorts, “are far more fun to be around than most others on this planet.”

You scoff and wave your hand dismissively. “You’re only saying that ‘cause I bowed to you.” Chewing on your lip, you let your eyes drift back over to Loki. In your drunken haze, he just looks so...comfy. Before you realize what you’re doing, you slide over to lean up against him. Loki’s surprisingly warm, and you sigh contentedly, letting your mind wander back to how his hand felt running up your thigh.

The arousal from earlier that you had forgotten about rears its head, turning your sigh into a shaky exhale that is not at all subtle. The air feels thick, just like it had on that one stormy night, and you press yourself closer to Loki, unable to resist how good his body feels against yours.

Loki freezes for a moment, then seems to force himself to relax into you. His arm snakes around you until he’s holding you comfortably against his side. For one brief moment, you start to wonder if this is a good idea, given how things had ended in the past, but the intoxicated part of your brain tells the sober part to go fuck herself, and then you’re speaking without thinking. “Do you want to walk me to bed?”

Oh, shit. You can’t believe that just came out of your mouth. A wave of sobering panic hits you, and you untangle yourself from Loki and shoot up from the couch. Before you can flee, however, a pale hand grabs hold of your arm, stopping you in place.

Loki gets up, then moves his grip from your wrist to your hand. “I think that is a lovely idea. Allow me?” With the hand that isn’t holding yours, he gestures toward the hall. Well, that was unexpected. You try not to giggle in child-like excitement, and instead nod hurriedly.

Your heart speeds up at the feel of his hand in yours, and you start off down the hall, letting Loki pull you towards your suite. Caught up in trying to navigate the titling floor, you don’t notice that you’re being led the wrong way until the two of you come to a stop at a door that definitely does not belong to you. You look up at Loki in confusion. “This isn’t my room.”

“I know,” Loki growls, then opens the door and whirls you both inside. When you’ve recovered from the swift movement, you manage to pull away from Loki’s grip.

“What-what’s going on?” You say, attempting to sound stern. Loki stalks towards you. Instinctively, you back up, until you’re pressed against the wall with Loki boxing you in.

Loki presses his hands to the wall on either side of your head and sneers at you. “What’s going on?” He mocks. “I’ve craved your body under mine since long before our little nighttime meeting, and I have run out of patience for games.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your neck, grazing you with his teeth. Just like before, his playfulness has given way to a domineering aura, but you’re not complaining one bit.

You barely suppress a full body shiver. “But,” you protest weakly. “I, I thought you regretted it. I mean, you never said anything about it, so I figured...oh…” you trail off into a soft moan as Loki roughly licks up the side of your neck, growling.

“And when would I have gotten the chance?” Loki pulls away from his assault on your skin to look you in the eyes. “You have been avoiding me for nearly a month.” Those blue eyes are staring daggers at you, and you realize that there’s hurt behind all that frustration.

Your mouth goes dry. He’s right, but the eye contact from his smoldering stare is making you forget how to speak. Fumbling with your words, you cast your gaze downwards. “Yeah, I guess I have. But with what you said after we were interrupted....I thought you were uncomfortable with what happened.”

A dark chuckle spills from Loki’s lips. “The only discomfort you have caused me is the nights I have spent spilling over my own hand because I could not have you. ”

You gasp softly as Loki’s words send a wave of heat through your overheated body. Loki takes that as encouragement, and presses himself closer until his lips are grazing yours. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave,” he mumbles, eyes hooded.

Your response is to surge forward, hands flying to the back of his head as you roughly pull him in to kiss you. You both groan at the contact. The kiss is anything but gentle; your fingers are tangled in Loki’s hair, tugging harshly, and you can feel his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. It was far better than you could have imagined, and the dizzying pleasure of it all has you feeling drunker and more sober at the same time.

Before long, the room spins as Loki lifts you and hoists your legs around his waist. He kisses you breathless as he walks slowly down the hall towards what you can only assume is his bedroom. There’s a giddy part inside of you that squeals with excitement at being carried like that, but it’s quickly overshadowed by lust as you and Loki reach his bedroom. He tosses you onto his king sized bed like a doll, then kneels on the floor and yanks your ankles until your bottom is almost hanging off the bed.

Loki slides your dress up and nuzzles the inside of your thigh. “I could smell your arousal the entire night,” he says, nearly purring. “May I taste?”

You sit up on your elbows and stare down at him, face flushed with mild embarrassment at his face so close to your soaked panties. Dumbly, you nod, words failing you. Loki growls his appreciation and hikes up your dress, taking a brief moment to admire the soft fabric. “You look absolutely ravishing in green, I’ve wanted to tear this off of you since the moment I laid eyes on it.” And then he’s sliding your panties down your legs and plunging his tongue into your heat.

A ragged gasp tears its way from your throat and you throw your head back. You feel the grin form on Loki’s lips against your skin, and a fresh gush of arousal flows down your thighs. Loki eats pussy like it’s an art form he’s been perfecting for ages. His lips tug at your pussy, worshipping every fold like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. You open your mouth to make some joke about his silvertongue, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper as Loki drags his teeth lightly across your clit.

It isn’t long before the pleasure reaches its peak.You fight hard to keep your legs from clamping around Loki’s head, but you can’t help it when you crest over the edge of orgasm. Your muscles lock up, your back arches, and you scream. White hot euphoria explodes from your core, spreading through your body like venom. Loki’s tongue works you through it, slowing to wide, long strokes as you begin to come down.

You’ve barely recovered when Loki rises from his knees and crawls up your body, coming to a stop when his face is inches from yours. His eyes are hooded, and his glistening lips are parted to allow frantic, heated pants to escape. “Pet,” he hisses, leaning down to nuzzle into your shoulder. “You taste sweeter than the fruits of Asgard.” He bites at your collarbone, making you shudder in your post-orgasmic haze.

Still out of it, you sluggishly fumble at Loki’s belt. “Wanna make you feel good, too,” you mumble and lick your lips. Loki bats your hand away, shushing you.

“Darling, there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I need to feel you.” He grabs your shoulders and drags you up to the pillows, so that you’re lying comfortably on your back with him hovering above you.

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of ‘later.’ So this wasn’t just a one-night stand? You don’t have time to process that, however, as Loki barely gives you a moment to breathe. He sits back on his knees, straddling your waist, and with a wave of his hand, you’re both stark naked. Your hands twitch, wanting to cover yourself. Being naked in front of an attractive man has always intimidated you, but the fact that Loki was a god made it worse. As if sensing your sudden shyness, Loki leans in to kiss at lick at your breasts, and brings his hands up to pin your wrists to the bed. You sigh in pleasure, insecurity fading with every hot swipe of his tongue, not even wanting to struggle against his hold.

Loki lowers himself to grind against you. His hard cock slides against your dripping folds as his narrow hips press into yours. Both of you shiver, and you arch your hips to bring him closer. Loki growls against your skin and sits up. He lets go of your wrists, roughly grabs your waist and angles it to meet his. “Ready, pet? I can’t wait, I need to have you.” he breathes, eyes locked on yours.

Like a deer in the headlights, you’re frozen, anticipation coiling tightly under your skin. Slowly, you nod. Loki wastes no time. He smirks, then slides himself into you, the stretch burning in the loveliest way. Your heated groan mingles with his, and when Loki’s hips come to rest against yours, he falls against your chest, panting. You appreciate the time he gives you to adjust; Loki’s cock is thick, and longer than anything you’ve ever taken, and you can feel it throbbing desperately within you. Now that he’s released your hands, you bring them up to thread through his soft, black hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, nearly purring.

“Tell me when, love,” Loki grits out, fighting to keep his voice steady. The shakiness in his usually smooth tone is arousing to no end, and you can feel yourself clench around him in approval. Loki’s hips twitch at the fluttering of your walls, and though you’re more than ready, you decide to torture him a bit longer.

You bring your legs up to wrap around Loki’s  waist, pulling him closer. He shivers, but keeps his composure, remaining almost statue still. His concern for your comfort makes your heart swell, but you want to see him lose control. “You’re so big,” you whimper out, the alcohol in your system quelling the embarrassment you’d usually feel when talking dirty. You press your face into Loki’s neck, grazing your teeth along the pale skin there.

With a deep growl of barely kept composure, Loki rises up to rest on his elbows, desperate eyes searching yours. It seems that being the God of Lies gave Loki the ability to see through your cruel game, and his expression turns dark, though the neediness is still blatant. You shift nervously as he stares you down, already regretting your mischievousness. “Feeling playful, are we?” Loki asks.

Your mouth goes dry at being caught and your core tightens around him again, earning you a flutter of his eyelids. “I…” you trail off, eyes drifting to Loki’s parted lips. Watching you gaze, Loki grins at you.

“Oh, pet. I think you may be confused. You are mine to toy with, not the other way around.” With that, Loki leans down to crush his lips into yours. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and you whine around it. While his tongue’s distracting you, Loki takes his chance to begin pounding into you at a ruthless pace, and you break away from the kiss to throw your head back and shriek out a moan.

You feel utterly wrecked, stomach clenching and nerves alight with pleasure as Loki continues his assault on your body. Your eyes are squeezed shut, so his teeth nipping at your jaw come as a surprise, sending a whole new shockwave of sensation down your neck.

“You feel so fucking good, pet,” Loki moans, his voice quickly losing its characteristic steadyness. He sighs out something that sounds suspiciously like a whimper, and brings one of his hands down to toy with your clit. Your legs tighten around him involuntarily. “A-ah, fuck,” Loki grits out, increasing his pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming, and the unhuman speed at which Loki’s pounding into you leaves you no time to catch your breath. Moans and whines erupt from your mouth in a constant stream, and Loki keeps his mouth hovering above yours to drink them in. “I wanna cum,” you whimper as Loki’s assault on your senses continues.

“Then cum, pet,” Loki groans, hips stuttering. “ Cum for your god.”

You keen, writhing and chasing your high. As you climb up to your orgasm, you are met with a startling realization that Loki has already ruined you for anyone else. No human man could match the fire that he’s set upon your nerves, the blinding pleasure that mounts with every thrust and kiss. With that settling into your mind, you finally reach your second peak of the night.

Your eyes try to flutter shut, tears brimming at the corners as you wail Loki’s name again and again. Through the haze of your climax, you notice Loki’s muscles begin to tense as he nears his orgasm as well, and you force your eyes to stay open in order to watch him come apart.

Watching Loki cum is almost like a second climax. He speeds up impossibly, mouth hanging open and eyes barely able to stay focused on you. “You’re mine,” he growls out. Choked moans fall from his lips as he nears the edge, and you rake your nails down his back to encourage him.

“Cum in me, please, I need it, make me yours” you ramble breathlessly.

“Oh, fuck, I-I’m so close,” Loki manages, voice breaking. You continue to coo pleas and encouragements at him, and the way his eyes roll back at your wrecked voice gives you an intoxicating rush of pride. Finally, with a whimpering moan, Loki stills, cock pulsing within you and hips twitching as he pumps you full of his cum.

Loki slumps against you, still moving in aborted little thrusts, as if he can’t quite stop fucking you just yet. The weight of him on top of you is heavy, but not unwelcome, and you take the time to bask in the euphoria of having just slept with the god you’d pined after for so long.

“That was…” you start, words failing you.

“Divine,” Loki finishes for you. He slides his cock out of your pussy, and with it comes a gush of warm cum that you’re sure will stain the sheets. He rolls off of you, then guides you onto your side so that he can pull you up against him.

You weren’t expecting Loki to be the ‘cuddling after sex,’ type, so having him spoon you was surprising, to say the least. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, and you find yourself wanting to fall asleep like that; comfortable in his bed and safe in his strong arms.

Still, there’s a nagging question that won’t let you fully relax. Not wanting to expect too much, you brace yourself for the worst and open your mouth to speak. “Loki...what does this mean for us?”

Loki tenses behind you, and your heart breaks at the assumed rejection as he begins to pull away. “Are you...are you not mine? I thought this was-I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood. Forgive me.”

This time, your heart breaks for a different reason. Loki sounds so hurt, so unsure of everything, and you can hear a scared little boy behind that velvet voice. “No!” You nearly shout, turning around to pull him back to you. “I want to be yours, I promise,” you say as you tug Loki back into your arms, running a soothing hand down his back. “I just wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted.”

The relief in Loki is visible as he relaxes into you. “Love, I am yours as much as you are mine, do not doubt that.”

The pet name brings a smile to your lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you reply happily. Heart full, you roll back over so that Loki can snuggle into you again, and finally let your drowsiness overtake you. You catch a faint, ‘I love you,’ just before you drift off to sleep, and though it could just be your mind playing tricks on you, you know that you love him, too.

[thompsborn]

Hot, trip, and/or source for the wip word guessing game

hot - from a super angsty post endgame one shot i've been writing slowly where tony lives and no one really knows how to adapt back into peter being there after five years of him being gone

Peter drops his bags on the floor, sits heavily on the bed, and misses when it was easier. Misses lab days and sleepovers at the tower and Lego sets and movie marathons and being happy, being whole. He misses the bad nights when May would lay with him, or when Tony would make hot chocolate, or he would be able to send a simple text and get an immediate call in response, just to check on him, to make sure. Any wince was always met with a concerned question. Any denial for food was met with worry. Any sign that Peter might be upset, or hurt, or unwell—they made sure he was okay. They always did. They paid attention and they reacted accordingly and they assured him they did so because they wanted to.

But they don’t seem to want to anymore. They haven’t tried. He isn’t sure if they ever will again.

trip - also from the angsty one shot

He raises his hand, curls into a fist, and brings it forward to—

—fall through the air and back to his side as the door swings open before he’s able to properly knock. For a moment, he just blinks, confused, before looking down, down, down—until his eyes land on a little girl, peering up at him curiously, her head titled, hair braided back, a Monsters Inc dress on. “Uh.”

“You’re…” the little girl trails off, her features scrunching up in deep thought, before she brightens suddenly and beams. “You’re Peter! Daddy said you’d be here! He’s showed me pictures of you!”

Confusion clouds Peter’s mind, sudden and overwhelming. “I—I, um—”

The girl grabs his hand and pulls him into the house. “C’mon! Daddy and Harley are makin’ lunch!”

“I don’t—” Peter trips over himself, stumbles after her as she excitedly pulls him along. He has no clue what’s going on right now, doesn’t know who this is, doesn’t recognize the name Harley, doesn’t have a single idea about what’s happening or how to handle it. He just follows her, tries to keep from falling in the process (his balance has been a bit wonky, too, since coming back; it’s like his abilities have been put on slow mode, not gone, per se, but not as prominent or as helpful as they used to be). “Where are—?”

source - again from the one shot lmao oops

Peter breathes. It’s hard to do it right, he finds, but he doesn’t worry about that. Just inhales, holds it, and lets it out—once, then twice, then a third time, again and again until Morgan appears in the doorway, looking at him with wide eyes that look just like Tony’s before saying, “Lunch is ready!” and vanishing.

His legs feel weak, but he stands anyway, makes his way out of the room and down the hall, taking the stairs one at a time, cautious for a reason he can’t really explain. There are voices, and laughter, and the smell of grilled cheese wafting in the air, mixing with tomato soup—pleasant, by all counts of logic, yet making Peter want to turn around, to walk away, to run, run, run. He doesn’t know what to do, but he just keeps going forward, ambling out into the living room with trepidation, following the source of the sound.

Within twenty minutes, he wishes he never agreed to come here.

He wishes he never came back. Never left at all. Never returned. Was always here, or never was. Maybe he was better off as a memory, as someone to think back on fondly and not have to worry about in the present, not have to be a burden or take up space in a house he doesn’t belong in. He wishes he didn’t have to be in this room, right here and right now, watching the way that Tony so effortlessly talks with Morgan, so seamlessly and happily jokes with Harley, and yet still stutters whenever his eyes fall on Peter, as if forgetting and remembering every time. He wishes he wasn’t a hiccup in their usual routine.

He wishes he wasn’t the odd one out. The resurrected outlier. The reminder. Remainder. Outsider.

There are many words, labels, phrases more fitting. Simply put, someone who belongs isn’t one of them.

[queerlykat]

for the bnha prompts, could I ask for bakukami with 27 (did you just say you love me?), 28 (I didn’t know you could be romantic), 29 (you’ve never kissed anyone before?), or 30 (I notice when you stare at my lips) thanks!

Ahhhh yes!!!! Sorry it took so long to get to but holy fuck was this fun to write, though I may have gone a little overboard considering the other ones have all been under 1k words so... oops.

I hope you like it!

Anyway, here it is! And I'll be posting it to AO3 soon as well.

Word Count: 1,703

Genre: Fluff

Prompts: 28. "Wow, I didn't know you could be so romantic." | 29. "You've seriously never kissed anyone before?" | 30. "I notice when you stare at my lips, you know."

"Oi, dunceface, I'm not an idiot, you know - I fuckin' notice when you're just starin' at my lips and not actually paying attention and if you're not gonna take this seriously, I -"

"Sorry!" Denki interrupted in a squeak, a red flush spreading across his face. "I - uh - Fuck, sorry," he repeated when Katsuki set him with a murderous glare.

That glare softened and shifted to something not quite as furious after a moment, more contemplative than anything. A few long seconds passed before Katsuki sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "You didn't take your Adderall today, did you?"

"Heh - it's that obvious?" Denki asked sheepishly, grimacing as he looked down to stare at the corner of his textbook.

"Well you sure as shit ain't paying attention to the stuff you're supposed to be," Katsuki scoffed, reaching over Denki to slam the book closed. "We'll study tomorrow when you can actually fucking focus."

"Sorry, man, I was trying - really," Denki rushed to say, but only got a disbelieving look in reply as Katsuki grabbed the pen and notebook that belonged to him and stuffed them in his bag. "No, seriously, dude. It's just hard to when my brain won't slow down and let me process shit and then I guess I just kinda... check out? 'Cause I know I won't understand it anyways and then when you were leaning over you got really close and I noticed that you actually have really nice lips which... sounds really creepy now that I've said it out loud. Fuck. I didn't - uh - mean it like that. 'S not like I want to kiss you or anything. Er, well, not that I wouldn't or don't want to but I uh -" Denki swallowed hard as he realized just how deep of a hole he had talked himself into, face burning red as he buried his face in his hands, "I'm shutting up now."

Katsuki huffed wordlessly and Denki heard him zipping up his bag. The lack of response quickly ate away at Denki's nerves and he was lifting his head to start speaking again when Katsuki cut him off.

"So? Which one is it?"

Denki tilted his head at his friend, "What...?"

Red eyes pinned Denki to the spot with the sort of intense shine to them that was usually reserved for extreme challenges; the same faux-confident look Katsuki wore before taking on something he wasn't actually sure he'd succeed at.

Katsuki took in a deep breath, rolling his eyes and glancing away as he let that breath out in an annoyed huff. "You keep givin' mixed fucking signals, dumbass. So I'm asking, do wanna fucking kiss me or not?"

Denki felt his jaw drop open at the sudden blunt question, eyes going wide as his ever-racing thoughts screeched to a halt and all he could think about suddenly was how adorable Katsuki looked in the moment. Anyone else would think he looked pissed, but Denki knew Katsuki well enough to know that the particular scowl on his face was one of uncertainty and not anger. Not to mention the red flush across his cheeks and how he was glaring directly at a spot on the table, refusing to look at Denki.

He was nervous and that was just,

"So cute."

The words tumbled out of Denki's mouth in an awed whisper and he didn't even realize he had said them out loud until those red eyes flicked towards him, going wide for a moment before narrowing back into a seemingly angry glare.

"That's not an answer, you idiot!" Katsuki shouted, that red flush on his cheeks spreading over the rest of his features all the way down his neck and up to his ears. "And I ain't askin' again, so -"

"Yes!" Denki blurted out as his mind caught up to the situation all at once - along with the added urgency that this may be his only chance.

There was a split-second hesitation that seemed to last for hours, freezing Denki to the spot before a hand was grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him forward.

Flailing for balance, Denki barely managed to grab onto Katsuki as their lips collided with bruising force and ow, that actually hurt.

A small whimper came from Denki at the rough treatment, followed closely by a muffled shout of surprise when he felt Katsuki's tongue soothe over the sore spot on his lip. Katsuki took that as an invitation to slip his tongue into Denki's mouth, momentarily sliding over Denki's before pulling away completely.

"Fuck," Denki mumbled in a shaky exhale, still gripping onto Katsuki's biceps and staring dazedly at the spit-slick lips he'd just been kissing. "That was... wow. Um," he cleared his throat, head still spinning, "Didn't - uh - didn't expect my first kiss to be like that. Guess I should've since it's - it was y'know, with you and -"

"Wait," Katsuki interrupted roughly, "You've seriously never kissed anyone before? The fuck?"

Denki felt his face go hot, undoubtedly a bright shade of red, and he couldn't help but drop his forehead against Katsuki's shoulder to hide. "Y-yeah," he mumbled, face burning even hotter when he heard Katsuki laugh. "Shut up!" he whined.

"Nah, don't think I'm gonna," Katsuki teased, though Denki couldn't help but relax a little when he felt a pair of warm hands land on the curve of his waist and pull him closer. "Wish I woulda known, though, wouldn't have done it like that if I knew it was gonna be your first kiss," he snorted.

At first, Denki couldn't help but grumble in protest at the continued teasing before an absolutely genius idea lit up his brain. "Well, uh, what - what would've you done if - if you knew?" he asked, tilting his head to look shyly up at Katsuki even as a small, mischievous smile tugged at his lips. "You could... show me, if you want," he suggested, idly tracing patterns against one of Katsuki's arms.

A soft, albeit amused scoff came from Katsuki as he rolled his eyes. "Well I woulda taken you out first," he said before pausing a moment, glancing off to the side again, "If you - uh - if you'd want that."

There was no way Denki could stop the grin that spread across his face at the implication that Katsuki actually wanted to date him. "Yes!" he gasped excitedly. "I mean - um - yeah. Yeah, I'd... I think I'd like that," he added with a sheepish chuckle when he realized how desperate he must've sounded.

The warm, soft laugh that came from Katsuki flooded Denki's stomach with butterflies, chest swelling with pride at managing to get such a genuine laugh from the other. "Yeah. Well. I'd do that."

"And then?" Denki prodded.

"What'd'ya think, dunceface?" Katsuki snorted, "I'd walk ya to your door 'nd kiss you there. Y'know. All proper and shit."

"Hmm," Denki hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head so he could look at Katsuki better, "Okay, but that still doesn't tell me how you'd kiss me. Just... when and where. And I dunno about you, but I really think a demonstration would be the best way to explain it."

"Of course you do," Katsuki scoffed, but Denki didn't miss the way Katsuki's cheeks flushed a little.

"Well?" Denki asked, lifting his head from Katsuki's shoulder, "Are you gonna or not?"

He got another eyeroll in response, before those red eyes focused on him again all sharp and intense in a way that never failed to make it hard for Denki to breathe. He felt one of Katsuki's hands trail up his side and over his shoulder before the backs of Katsuki's knuckles were lightly brushing over his cheek.

As if Denki wasn't already struggling to breathe, the way those gorgeous red eyes softened their gaze and dropped to stare at his lips made him completely forget how to breathe at all. He found himself leaning in, guided by the hand now cupping his cheek, until he was close enough for their noses to brush.

"Can I kiss you?" Katsuki asked, all soft with only a hint of his usual gruffness.

If it weren't for how hard Denki's heart was pounding, he would've worried that it may have already melted into nothing more than a pile of goo. The same couldn't be said for his brain, though, which Denki was almost certain had long since turned to soup.

Which made it rather difficult for Denki to formulate any coherent words, let alone verbalize them so, instead, he nodded his consent.

A small smile graced Katsuki's lips for a mere second before he was tilting his head and pressing their lips together with a gentleness that Denki didn't think Katsuki was even capable of.

"Wow," Denki breathed shakily when Katsuki pulled away, feeling even more dazed than after the first kiss. "I didn't know you could be so romantic," he mumbled, barely even realizing he had said that out loud.

"Hah?!" Katsuki huffed offendedly, "The fuck is that supposed to mean? Didn't think I'd be a good boyfriend or somethin'?"

"What?" Denki gasped, eyes going wide at Katsuki. "No, I - w-wait. Wait, did - does - are we - boyfriends?" he stammered when he fully realized what Katsuki said.

"You agreed to go on a date with me, dumbass, so yeah," Katsuki scoffed even as he shoved Denki away - much more gently than normal, Denki noticed. "Meet me in front of the dorms Friday night at 6 'nd I'll take you to the carnival or something," Katsuki said, walking to the door. "And don't be late!" he added roughly as he left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Still trying to get his brain to catch up with everything that just happened, Denki found himself staring blankly at the door for several long moments before it finally, fully sunk in.

He had a boyfriend.

And that boyfriend was Katsuki.

"Holy shit," Denki whispered to himself, a grin slowly spreading across his face as giddy excitement bubbled up inside of him and spilled over in the form of incredulous laughter.

For the rest of the day, Denki couldn't stop smiling even when it started to hurt and he's never looked forward to a Friday more in his life.

[inkdemonapologist]

Been a lot of emotions in recent BatIM Call of Cthulhu events!!

Prophet Sammy slipped and sank into the mud in the swamp and immediately went into DROWNING FLASHBACKS from his inky death back in the Star Pools. Stunningly, panicking and thrashing around did not help and in fact only got him more stuck.

Henry was the one to pull Sammy out, which is a bit weird, because the Prophet didn’t actually... expect them to... want to help him??? Henry was also leaking gold blood out of his face from doing some intense magic (???), it’s fine, don’t worry about it.

Prophet Sammy ran out of ink, which he has to drink periodically to keep himself from changing back into normal Sammy, and JOEY... GAVE HIM SOME OF HIS OWN INK SO HE COULD HAVE A LITTLE MORE TIME???? Both me and the Prophet were absolutely flabbergasted.

We rescued Jack’s old boyfriend Peter, that newspaper editor guy from before! He was trapped in another world and Jack managed to guide him back to this one and we all pulled his reflection out of the Lake and fought off the eldritch horror that tried to follow him out to our world! THERES A LOT HAPPENING IN THIS GAME

As always Boo has the summary posts for a more detailed description of events, but if you’re here for out-of-context quotes IVE GOT YOU COVERED, here’s some quotes from Session 7:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Henry] *rolling dice* Some nice dice clacking for the auditory experience, [Sammy] Call of Cthulhu ASMR [Joey] Some clacking dice, some screaming,

[GM] But you are on the shallower end of it, so you're not sinking. You are SUPER muddy. [Joey] That's fine-- [Jack] Noooo!! Jack's sweater!!!!!

[GM] Jack's turn! Make a luck roll, Jack! [Jack] *rolls terribly* ...hrrMMM... [GM] Okay. We'll just. We'll just keep that. For later. :)

[Sammy] Sammy is scrambling and panicking and yelling! [GM] Make a strength check! [Sammy] Cool, I'm good at those. *rolls* Success! [GM] You strongly thrash yourself about waist-deep in the mud. [Sammy] [Sammy] OKAY, um, [Sammy] That is. Uh. Worse. Than it was previously, yes? [GM] Yeah. :) [Sammy] OKAY, COOL,,, JUST CHECKING,

[Sammy] I don't think it's good when the GM says "Fun!" I think that's bad.

[GM] *flipping through notes* Where are your stats. Where are your stats, sir. [Sammy] "Young man, where are your stats?" [Jack] If he didn't do his homework, then all his stats are zero.

[Henry] Nope. I'm gonna accept my fate. Henry's goin' to space. [GM] The angel doesn't try to claw Henry, but it does pick him up! He's in the air. [Henry] Bye guys!

[GM] A gunshot does come from the brush also, and it hits the angel next to the one that's got Henry. [Henry] (Thanks, Norman!) [Jack] Does Norman have a gun??? [GM] Norman's not going to go into a cult swamp without a gun! What kind of crazy person would do that?!

[Sammy] I'm sorry if we lose your hat, Jack. [Jack] D: Nooo it's not his hat! [Sammy] Yeah I know, well I'm sorry if we lose it. [Joey] Yeah, sorry. [Jack] Noooo he needs to give that back! [Joey] well then he should wAKE UP!!! [Sammy] Love the idea that Peter later comes through here and finds his own hat discarded on the ground and is like, OH NO, JACK! [GM] Make another luck roll, maybe it's still on. [Jack] Okay dice! This is the ONLY thing I need you t-*sound of dice bouncing off the desk* whoOPS--

[Henry] *still held aloft by eldritch horrors* I'm guessing I don't hear anything either [GM] No, you're just having a nice little roller coaster ride.

[Joey] Ohhh... I guess we wouldn't need to breathe in space, huh. [Joey] ...AM I BREATHING???

[Joey] What time is it... are we at like, 8:30, 9ish? [GM] Well that's highly specific! What happens at 8:39?!

[Joey] Joey's still not willing to let random cultists carry Jack, unless they can do something to convince him??? [Sammy] I feel like the main convincing tool at this point is GUNS? Pointed at us. I think that's the main thing.

[Jack] I guess Jack is the imposter, since he's not doing human things like "breathing"

[GM] And shove all of you into a hut! With Norman-- no, that's right, he didn't get caught, I keep forgetting, his Hide skill is higher than I thought it was. Norman's still at large! [Jack] NORMAN, IS LOOSE, IN THE SWAMP [Joey] What crimes will he commit!

[Jack] This is why you don't smear your weird glowing blood on symbols that are known to watch!!!

[GM] They probably did take away a lot of your cooler stuff. [Sammy] I didn't have any cool stuff. I just had a coat. [Joey] You had ink. [Sammy] *muttering* I wasn't going to mention that that was in my coat.

[Joey] Joey is going to grab Sammy's face... and give him some of his ink. [Sammy] *stunned* Oh...! [Joey] We don't need a passed out Sammy!! [Jack] Only ONE unconscious man in this party!

[Jack] How has Cthulhu AU made "Joey feeds Sammy ink" wHOLESOME in some way?!?

[GM] They've got him in a robe now, and they've painted that yellow sign on it -- possibly in Henry's blood, because why not! [Joey] Excuse me, you did not get license to use that; I'm going to sue you in court now, [Jack] Unethically sourced! [GM] ...Did you just call Henry's blood your IP?

[GM] *startled laugh* my husband just said "Intravenous Property,"

[GM] The other prophet guy seems to be having a grand old time. It is even-odds whether he might just look over to see if Sammy's looking, just to smirk at him. [Sammy] oHHHHHH BOY. I hate this guy! I hate him. [Jack] Okay, well, I wanna-- [Sammy] *still going* I know who I'M sacrificing. [Jack] --Sammy, no. [Joey] You want to make a GOOD sacrifice, not give him trash. [Sammy] ...*sighs* Yeah, yeah, you're right... [Jack] You don't want to give the Masked Messenger a McDonald's burger.

[GM] It's Pete! [Sammy] Oh! Sammy vaguely knows who this is. [Henry] I'm gonna make a check to see if Henry recognises this guy, in the heat of the moment. [Jack] In the Pete of the moment. >:3c [Sammy] *groans* Why would you do this. Everyone was being so well-behaved.

[Sammy] I'm gonna... I'm gonna wait. Gonna be actually, a little bit smart. Trying out this new thing.

[GM] One of the angels is definitely heading your way. [Jack] Oops. [Sammy] ...what if we just... close the door.

[GM] And a sanity roll from Joey and anyone else that is watching this. [Sammy] *sarcastic deadpan* Oh No. I'd Better Look Away. *scoffs* Why would I NOT want to watch my lord work?

[GM] It does a d8 + damage bonus, which, I don't think Joey has one. But it does a d8. [Joey] Does Bendy have one? [GM] No! Bendy's damage bonus is NEGATIVE TWO because he's a tiny cartoon character! You don't want his damage bonus. [Jack] You attack and there's a squeaky hammer noise,

[GM] Peter doesn't seem to have a reflection. [Sammy] ...Do we? [GM] Yeah [Sammy] Okay. That's cool, that's nice, luv 2 reflect. [Jack] *whispering* Peter vampire???

[GM] Sammy thinks this is a spawn of the Yellow King, something that happens to people who dabble too much in his worship. [Sammy] Again, MORE reason why this guy is an idiot and trusting the wrong god! [Sammy] ...Sammy knows all this stuff and is still like "yeah, but the Masked Messenger is cool! I'll definitely be rewarded for my service!"

[Jack] Jack didn't learn how to ASTRAL PROJECT for Pete to get eaten by something!!

[Sammy] Did they steal our ink??? [GM] Looks like they poured it out. [Jack] Pour one out for their FAKE LORD,

[Jack] Rescued. From a cult. By a second, different cult! [Joey] Our cult is COOL, though. [Henry] the coolt

[whump-a-la-mode]

For BTHB: villainsicle & not used to freedom if you’re interested!

Thanks so much for the ask! (Sorry about the weird posting time, I usually schedule my posts, but I don’t think you can schedule asks (?))

This probably takes place sometime between Part 7 and Part 8, whenever I write that. I hope you like it!

CW//Superhero whump, villain whumpee, trauma, conditioned whumpee, forced not to speak, implied starvation, paranoia, security cameras

Leader bit down on the pliers they held precariously between their teeth. Below them, the stepstool shifted and shuddered, complaining about the uneven weight placed atop it. With a series of muffled grunts and swears, they wrestled with the metal post affixing the security camera to the wall. It budged this way and that, but refused to give way.

The knock on the door shocked them nearly enough to send them collapsing to the ground.

Abandoning their work, Leader instead grabbed the top step of the stepstool, struggling to keep their balance. Once they were certain that they were no longer in danger of toppling over, they spoke, as well as they could with clenched teeth:

“Who is it?”

“Uh, it’s Counselor. Is this a bad time?”

“No. No, you’re fine, come in.”

The door opened as Leader climbed down from the stepstool, placing the pliers on their desk.

In all truth, they didn’t really need an office. They weren’t some kind of manager, they had no paperwork to sign and no interviews to host. Still, it just felt... right. As if something as simple as a room with a desk was what made them a leader.

Counselor stepped into the room, with as soft of steps as ever. They had an odd manner about them, always walking like a kid on their way to the principal’s office. Slow, careful, as if they were being judged on their gait alone. Their voice was just as nervous.

“How’s it going, um, taking down the cameras?” They asked, closing the door behind themself.

“Fine, I guess.” Leader moved to wipe a droplet of sweat from their forehead. They had been at the work all day. Not alone, certainly, but they hadn’t had nearly as much help as they would’ve liked to. They couldn’t spare the manpower. “This is just about the last one. But it’s not budging.”

“Oh. Um, do you want some help?”

“Sure, if you want.”

Counselor nodded, ascending the stepstool and reaching for the camera. They were somewhat shorter than Leader, and they struggled somewhat to get a grip on the metal.

Once they did, however, they made no hesitation. The steel bar snapped, warped with the sheer force with which it was pulled. Shards of plaster rained down-- some of the wall had come off with the camera.

“Oops. Uh, sorry about that, I can-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Leader shook their head, mentally adding the damage onto their ever-growing list of problems. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Kind of.” Counselor nodded, placing down the mangled camera. “Not so much as help. More like, uh, permission, I guess.”

“Oh?” They raised a brow.

“I know Medic told us not to mess with Villain. And you told us not to mess with Villain. And... you get the idea. But I’m worried.”

“Worried?”

“I mean, just, imagine what it’s like in their shoes. They almost died, and now they’re locked up in enemy territory. I think they’re scared.”

“Ya think?”

“I know they’re scared. And, I mean, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t think Medic’s visits are helping much.”

“You want to visit them?”

“Mhm.” Counselor looked flushed. “I thought I could maybe bring them something to eat? Something other than that crud Medic has been giving them. A peace offering, I guess.”

“I guess.”

“Yeah. Um, would that be okay?”

“I...” Leader sighed, slumping their shoulders. “I know Villain is scared. I know that. But they’re dangerous, too. We can’t forget that. They haven't used their powers against us yet, not since the hospital, but that doesn’t mean they won’t. Do you think you can defend yourself? If anything happens?”

“I mean... I can lift a car.” Counselor smiled sheepishly. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“Okay. Then, yes. Just be careful. We can’t trust them.”

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The cell was too big.

Villain hadn’t dared to rise from their bed, but they could tell as such just by looking. If they had to guess, the prison was about 20 by 15 feet. A thin carpet covered the floor, with papered walls and a solid ceiling.

The bed was pressed against the back wall, right in the middle of it. A door was embedded in the right wall, leading to god knows where.

The setup was terrifying. There was little other way to put it.

The bed was impossible to defend. It had no footboard, leaving it exposed from three sides. The room itself posed a similar predicament-- there was nothing to hide behind. Too big to defend, not big enough to flee from an attacker.

It had been designed as such, certainly. A prison of vulnerability.

There was no place for them to hide, and no place for them to hide anything. A bottle of water and some crackers had been left in the room, before they’d been imprisoned within. Either a mistake or a trap. Regardless, it was food and drink. Valuable beyond description.

At home, they had become used to storing such things in the ceiling. The tiles could be easily loosed. Not here. No, there were no tiles here. Another intentional measure, certainly, but could they truly not have been given even such a small amount of leeway?

Apparently not.

Seemingly, though, their captors hadn’t realized that on their bed, with enough shifting, room could be created between the mattress and the bedframe. Not much, but just enough to store away the food. They could only hope that it was hidden well enough-- if it was noticed, their hoard would surely be taken.

Villain had been in the process of checking on their stored food when a knock sounded at the door. Their heart leapt to their throat in a single beat. Scrambling, they flattened themself against the bed. They had been sleeping. Just sleeping. They tried to force their breathing to slow, but couldn’t manage it.

They shook.

“It’s Counselor. Is it okay if I come in?”

It was a question-- bait. Baiting a reply. Baiting them to speak.

They wouldn’t fall for it. They knew how to be good, how to obey. They’d be trained for this.

It was several seconds of silence before Counselor spoke again.

“Um, I don’t know if you’re asleep or, uh, I’m just gonna come in.”

Metal scraped on metal as a key was forced into a lock, turned, and removed. The door creaked open.

Villain stayed still. They didn’t know the rules of this place, but they knew their training. Stick to their training. They could do that.

Counselor wasn’t an intimidating person, not in stature, but they meant little. They entered the room on gentle feet, closing the door behind them.

There was something in their hands, but Villain couldn’t quite make it out. They bit their tongue.

“Are you awake? Sorry if I’m waking you up. I know you need your rest.”

Another question. More bait.

Counselor sighed. Villain’s heart lurched.

“I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to pretend to be asleep. I’m not here to hurt you. You don’t have to talk if you don't want to but... please. You don’t have to be afraid. Can you sit up? If you have the energy?”

Sit up. An order. They could do that. At least, they could try.

Ever since they had woken up here, they could hardly keep their eyes open. Their limbs responded as though underwater, all the way at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Sitting straight up didn’t work. They rolled onto the side, using their arms to brace themself.

Slowly, slowly, they sat up.

“Yeah! That’s it.” Counselor smiled. Villain wasn’t sure why. “See? You’re getting better already.”

Their captor neared, moving to the side of the bed. With each advancing pace, Villain could feel their heartbeat increase. Maybe Counselor was carrying torture implements with them? Knives and acid and...

“I brought something for you.”

Villain felt about to puke.

Counselor held up the item they had in their hands. The plate was laden with food-- pancakes and eggs and a slice of bacon on the edge. All complete with fork and knife. Plastic utensils, of course, but, still.

They fought back drool.

“You don’t have to eat all of it. I know you may not have too much of an appetite right now, so just eat what you can.”

Villain glanced to the food, then to Counselor, then back to the plate. It didn’t make sense. They wanted to ask, to talk, but, no. Of course they couldn’t talk. Assets didn’t talk.

Counselor frowned.

“Can you speak? Do you want, uh, pencil and paper? To write down? You can speak-”

Villain gasped. They hadn’t even realized they had been holding their breath for so long.

“I- m-” Now that they couldn't speak, they didn’t know what to say. “Why?”

“Why?”

“What do you... what do you want from me?”

Counselor raised a brow, as if Villain had spontaneously begun speaking Greek.

“Well, um, I do have a bit of a deal.” Of course. There was always a catch. “You can have this, as much of it as you want. But, if I let you have it, will you let me brush your hair? I know that’s kinda weird.” Counselor flushed. “You don’t have to let me, I mean, it’s your food, either way, but- Can I?”

That was all? No training? No commands?

“O- Of course?” Villain’s gaze moved back to the food once more. “Please. Please.”

“Thank you.” Counselor smiled. They held out the food, which Villain took, placing it on their lap.

It didn’t feel real. What was the catch? Poison? Drugs? Something worse?

They didn’t care. It didn’t matter. They would eat cyanide if it looked that good.

With trembling hands, they picked up the fork, taking a piece of egg and putting it in their mouth.

The tears were immediate. They weren’t ashamed to admit that fact.

A gentle hand was placed on their shoulder as the bristles of a brush began working their way through their matted hair. Villain took another bite.

In that moment, they were convinced, more than anything, that they had died and ascended to heaven.

[mcwriting]

Just a Touch

Tom Holland soulmate AU where soulmates can heal each other through touch

I’ve been sitting on this story for literal months. Like it’s been finished and I just... haven’t posted it. Oops lol :) Enjoy

Word Count: 5072

Warnings: mentions of injury; implied s*x

Rating: T but with some slightly mature themes

*Not my AU idea!!* I don’t remember where I saw it first but I didn’t make up this concept, just changed it a bit!

+

You were surrounded by people, all waiting to see the one and only Tom Holland. 

It was an exciting thought, except for the fact that your whole body was aching from having stood in place for hours. Your back was sore, legs tired, and a headache had been brought on by all the yelling.

Unfortunately for you, you had yet to meet your soulmate.

See, touching your soulmate could heal pretty much anything, but not everyone had the privilege of knowing theirs. Some did, of course. Most fell in love and married while others were platonic friends who usually lived in close proximity.

You weren’t alone in this predicament. Only a few of your friends knew their soulmates. One pair of friends had grown up together and always known, another pair lived long distance but had a thriving relationship.

It’s not like you really cared. You were still young and had never really needed their help healing you. Sure you’d been hurt, but the occasional bump and bruise (and that one broken arm) weren’t the end of the world.

You snapped out of your thoughts as the cheers got loud again, signaling that Tom was finally drawing near. You and your friends looked around, trying to peek over shoulders and catch a glimpse of him.

What you didn’t realize is that he was within the crowd somewhere behind you, coming forward. A few moments later, you finally saw him heading straight towards you.

He was trying to give high fives and greetings as he passed through the thick crowd. When he approached, people seemed to surge around you, and you were bumped around, falling over.

A hand reached out to steady you, and a voice asked,

“You alright, darling?”

Adrenaline spiked as you realized that the hand and voice belonged to Tom himself. A quick smile and nod and he was on his way again.

What you didn’t realize until later was the way your aches had disappeared and the surge of energy had rushed over you.

+

Tom was having a weird day to say the least.

He’d woken up late, body sore and tired. His sinuses were stuffed and head hurt. Yesterday had been a long day of press and workouts, and of course his allergies had to flare right before another taxing day.

But the show must go on, right?

Upon arriving to yet another location that day, Tom found a massive crowd waiting for him, so he did something any spontaneous twenty-something man would do. 

Walk right through the middle of it.

To be honest, Tom had been pulling more stunts like this lately in the hopes that he would find his own soulmate. Sure he was a worldwide celebrity, but that didn’t make the search any easier.

Yes, he could live without one, but as accident and broken-nose prone he was, he’d feel safer knowing they were out there and could help him when he really needed it.

So, he moved through the crowd giving as many high fives as possible. 

At one point he came across a girl who lost her step, helping steady her and making sure she was okay before continuing on to the building.

It was only when he was inside that Tom realized he could breathe a little bit easier and the stiff and sore feeling had subsided.

He paused when the door shut, confused at why he suddenly felt so... good.

And then it hit him.

“Come on, man, we need to get upstairs,” Harry said, ignoring the surprised expression on his brother’s face.

“I think I found her. Or.. him. I don’t really know.”

“What are you on about? We need to go.”

“No, Harry. I found someone. My soulmate is out there in that crowd.”

Harry was dumbfounded. He was still soulmate-less, and found it stupid for Tom to run through crowds and touch everyone just to find them, but now look who had the last laugh.

“How do you know? You aren’t hurt are you? Or did you just forget to tell me?”

“Well, I was really sore this morning, and now I’m not. And my allergy symptoms are gone. I don’t know how to describe it, but I’m healed and it was definitely not by natural causes.”

“Well we don’t have time for you to run back through and try to single someone out of everyone out there. I’m sure you’ll find each other again soon. Now Let’s. Go.”

And with that, Tom resigned his fight and continued on with his plans, but his focus was elsewhere.

+

You’d decided to keep it a secret that you had found your soulmate because, frankly, you weren’t quite sure who it was.

Your longing heart hoped it was Tom, but you’d touched so many people in the few seconds before, during, and after interacting with him. It was foolish to think it was him, and there was no way to tell your friends because they’d just call you crazy.

The only way to find out was staring back at you in the form of a lot of money.

Tom had an upcoming meet and greet, the perfect way to get one on one with him. Unfortunately tickets were expensive, but maybe, just maybe, it would be worth the price. 

So you clicked confirm, and the one month countdown commenced.

+ 

Tom was tired of not knowing who his soulmate was. 

It was one thing not even knowing if they were out there, but it was another to have experienced healing without having met them. In a sense, it felt like sharing intimacy with a stranger.

He continued to walk through crowds when possible, but still nothing. He even asked Harry to punch him in the arm sometimes just so he’d have something painful to compare with.

Now, a month after kind of meeting them, he was standing in front of a backdrop taking pictures with fans. And maybe “the one” would be here today. Because of this, Tom let Harry give him another punch for what was hopefully the last time.

On another side of the event space, you stood in the long line surrounded by strangers, butterflies stirring in your stomach. Or was it nausea? Maybe both.

You wore a pair of cute jean shorts and a crop top to show the scrape on your leg from clumsily sliding across some carpet and the bruise on your side from running into the kitchen counter.

Almost an hour had passed since you’d gotten in line and now there were only 4 people in front of you. You realized that you’d only have about a minute to say something and had to be quick.

Finally your time came and you were led into what was essentially a pop-up room with Tom on one side and a camera crew plus his team on the other. 

“Hi there. It’s so nice to meet you!” he said, arms extending for a hug.

“Wait,” you said stopping him, the camera crew clearly annoyed that you might take up time. “I need you to look at my leg while you touch my hand.”

“Um, okay?” Tom replied as you showed the scrape on your knee, “  that’s quite the scratch.”

You laughed nervously and grabbed his hand. Suddenly any pain around your leg or side started to go away, and the redness surrounding your knee began to fade as if it was healing in triple time.

It was him, and you were both shocked.

Tom’s arm no longer hurt once he grabbed your hand. He couldn’t believe he’d found you.

Both of you looked into each other’s eyes, entranced as you smiled at each other, hands still held together. Then there was a click and a flash and you snapped out of it, looking to the camera.

“Okay sweetheart come over here and get your number...” a crew member said, trying to lead you out.

“Wait, wait. Just please wait one second,” Tom exclaimed to the crew, and then turning to you he said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “don’t go anywhere.”

You nodded and nervously looked at all the event staff who clearly wanted nothing more than to finish up and move on. 

Tom pulled Harry aside and before he could say anything, Harry cut him off.

“She’s the one isn’t she?” he asked.

“Yeah. Definitely. I don’t know if you saw it bu-”

They talked a few minutes and you were asked to follow Harry to the green room as Tom resumed his place to finish up pictures with the remaining fans.

Harry opened the door and gestured around. There were a few chairs, a coffee table, a little sink, and a counter on the side of the room covered in snacks, drinks, and personal bags.

“Feel free to take a seat. Tom’ll be a bit longer. Would you like a water?”

“That’d be great, thanks,” you replied as you sat cautiously at one end of the couch. Harry came around and handed you a bottle, seating himself in a chair on your left.

You conversed for a while until finally Tom burst through the door frantically. When his eyes met yours, he let out a loud sigh of relief.

“I’m so glad you’re still here. Harry, d’you mind?”

With that, Harry got up, telling you a quick goodbye as he slipped out of the room, leaving only you and Tom. You stood up quickly and stuck out a hand.

“We never met properly. I’m y/n.”

Tom took your hand in his for the second time that day, and since nothing was wrong with you now, you felt a tingling sensation where your hand met his.

“I’m sure you know, but I’m Tom.” 

You let out a chuckle and nodded happily. After a few seconds of staring at each other silently, Tom spoke up again.

“So you’re my soulmate, eh? The more I look at you, I wonder, did you accidentally fall in that crowd a few weeks back?”

You were shocked he remembered.

“Yeah, actually. I thought I was crazy to believe you were the one just from that.”

You should’ve heard what Harry said about me,” he muttered.

With that, you spent the day getting to know each other and swapped numbers, deciding to keep things under wraps for now.

+

You and Tom had spoken many times in the two months since first meeting, texting throughout the day and facetiming often. It was like an instant friendship had formed, filling a hole in your heart that you didn’t know was there.

Now you were in your last lecture of the day at your university when your phone rang. It was Tom.

Usually you wouldn’t answer calls in the middle of class, but Tom never called unless you both knew you were free. So, you quickly packed up your things and ran out, making a mental note to email your professor about it later.

“Hello?” you picked up, nervous.

“Y/n, it’s Harry. Tom got into a, uh, little accident on set. We were wondering if you could come out and heal him. He’ll pay for everything.”

You thought about it for a minute. It was a Friday, which meant that wherever he was, you should be able to be back for classes again on Monday.

“Where are you guys filming?” you asked.

“Montreal. I found that the next direct flight from LA is this evening if you can make it. I’ll book you the ticket if you’ll just send over the necessary information.”

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you said, frantically racing across campus to your car, “how long am I gonna be there and how’s the weather. What should I pack?”

“It’s definitely chilly so pack layers. Until Sunday, but it’s an overnight flight. Make sure you wear something nice on the plane. We’ll have someone pick you up when your flight lands”

Everything was happening so fast, but you had to do this. He was your soulmate after all.

+

You raced through LAX, dragging a small carryon behind you after finally getting your ticket and passing through security. You hadn’t really looked at the details and just hoped to get to the gate on time.

You arrived a few minutes before boarding and realized you hadn’t told anyone but your roommate what you were doing, and even then you lied and said you were just visiting a "sick friend.”

Looking at the ticket, you saw that you were in boarding group 1, which was a crazy thought. Usually you were in like 5 or 6.

Seat 4A. Wow that’s close to the front.

It wasn’t until stepping on the plane that you realized 4A was in first class. You’d never ridden first class, and it was shocking that Tom would pay for you to fly in such luxury.

It was also good that you’d taken Harry’s advice and worn some slacks, a blouse, and a blazer, as most of the passengers around you were dressed in business suits and dresses.

You settled in for the 5 and a half hour flight, wondering what Montreal would hold when you landed at about 4:30 the next morning, Tom’s time.

+

Exiting the international airport after getting through customs, you searched for a sign with your name on it. It had been hard explaining where you were going or staying to the customs agent when you didn’t know yourself. You’d lied and said you were staying with a friend just outside the city as if you really knew.

You finally spotted a man in a nice suit and hat with a sign reading “Ms. y/n y/l/n” and headed towards him. He shook your hand and led you to sleek black Mercedes, opening the door for you and putting your bag in the back.

“Mr. Holland’s home, oui?” He asked in his own French-Canadian accent.

“Oui, or, yes. Yeah. Thank you.”

It was still dark out, but the sky began brightening as you traveled. It took about 45 minutes for you to finally pull onto a little driveway that wound towards a house. You’d been communicating with Harry and now saw him standing under porch lights.

“Okay, what’s wrong? How is he?” you immediately asked when stepping out as the driver went to retrieve your bag.

“He’s doing okay, but he’s in a lot of pain. I’ll let him do the explaining,” Harry answered as he took the bag from the driver, thanked him, and handed him a stack of cash. He showed you into and through the house.

Harry opened a door that led to a dark bedroom where Tom was laying on top of the bed.

He looked awful. His face was beat up with a black eye and swollen nose, he had a splint on one leg that rested on a pillow, and one wrist was covered in ace wrap.

“Heyyy, darling. You alright?” he croaked, trying to give you a cheeky grin.

“Oh my God, Tom! What did you do?” you exclaimed, rushing beside his bed. Harry exited the room, saying he’d put your things in another room.

Tom explained how he’d had an accident while doing a dirt biking stunt that involved mud and crashing into a tree and then tumbling down a hill.

“Thank you for coming, by the way. You didn’t have to.”

“Tom you look like you’re on your deathbed, how could I not? And I mean what is this like the fifth time you’ve broken your nose?”

“I told you I’m clumsy,” he tried to joke as you shook your head in feigned amusement.

Now was the hard part, figuring out how to heal him effectively. It was well known that healing happened faster the more a pair was touching, but you and Tom hadn’t known each other long. Where was the line of too much vs. not enough?

“Okay, how fast do you want to get better? And by that I mean, how comfortable are you with contact?” you questioned.

“I’m fine with whatever you feel comfortable doing. I’d be happy even if you only laid one finger on me.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, eventually deciding to sit on the bed next to him. You started by putting a hand over his hurt arm, and immediately you began to feel tired. Healing someone with bigger injuries was... draining.

A few minutes later and you couldn’t sit up anymore and instead laid down, now pressing your body to his. You watched as the blue and purple spots on his face faded to normal as you felt yourself tire even faster than before. 

Soon enough, he was moving to unwrap his wrist and leg, rolling both of them in circles to test the waters, wincing at his ankle still. Suddenly, you rolled away.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. 

“I... I need to rest for a bit. Give me a few hours and I’ll finish fixing up that ankle,” you managed to say before passing out.

+

Light filled the room as you opened your eyes from deep slumber. You were confused at where you were, then remembered the circumstances. But this wasn’t Tom’s room. Your bag sat by the door and phone rested on a bedside table. Your stomach growled.

You slowly got up and headed to the bathroom, fixing your hair and changing into something more comfortable than business clothes.

You navigated down the hall towards male voices, finding Harry, Harrison, and Tom all sitting around a dining table laughing. They suddenly went quiet when you came in. 

“Y/n! You’re awake!” Tom said, moving to stand, but instead winced and settled back.

“Hah, yeah. What’s that smell? Are you cooking up lunch?”

The boys looked at each other, then back at you.

“Y/n... it’s 6 in the evening...” Harry started, “you’ve been asleep about 12 hours.”

You were shocked, but checked the time on the wall. Sure enough, it was just past 6. Your stomach growled again.

“Well... that’s interesting, but seriously, do I smell food or not? I could eat a whale.” you joked.

+

After a large spaghetti dinner, you all moved to the living room. Tom had asked you to wait to finish healing him until later that night so you could both sleep at a normal time. 

The boys explained how after you’d passed out, Harry and Harrison had carried you to your room to rest. You spent the night laughing with the boys and getting to know Tom’s friend and brother better, too. 

When nighttime rolled around, Tom used some crutches to get to his room and you followed close behind. 

Once he settled in, you again took post beside him, this time resigning to laying down from the get-go. You pressed up against each other like before, but this time he wrapped an arm over your side.

It didn’t take long for you to feel sleepy, but you could feel Tom moving his ankle and sighing in relief. He let out a soft hum.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered, but you were already slipping into slumber.

+

The next morning you had woken up in Tom’s arms, which was shocking to say the least (but in a good way). He was able to walk again and looked completely healthy, which was great.

You spend the rest of Sunday hanging out before packing to go back home. 

“Hey, y/n,” Tom said softly, standing in the doorway of your room, “Thanks again for coming out. I wanted to ask, I mean, I know you’re in uni now, but when you go on summer break, would you maybe want to come stay with me for the summer? I’m filming for Spider-Man and well... you know me.”

“Tom, are you asking me to come spend a summer with you filming a Marvel movie?”

“Well, if you’re alright with it. We begin shooting in Atlanta.”

“Uh, absolutely! How could anyone pass that up? The only thing I’m concerned about is how we’re gonna keep this a secret.”

“What if we didn’t?”

You stood up from where you had just placed some clothes back in your bag.

“What?”

“I mean, what if we announced that we’re soulmates? Obviously it’s up to you, but I just saw an article with leaked information that I was seriously hurt and the internet will be appalled when they see pictures of me completely healed.”

You took a heavy breath out, thinking. 

“Okay. But I want to wait until people start talking about it. I feel like we need to keep it quiet until we really need to,” you explained, zipping up your carryon.

“Deal.”

+

After finals, you were able to go home for two weeks to see your friends and family before heading east to Atlanta.

After going public as Tom’s soulmate, you’d definitely gotten some attention at school and online, but thankfully no one really bothered you in person about it.

Tom was waiting at the airport when you arrived with two large bags and a backpack for your three month stay. Tom was letting you stay in a spare room at his rental house for the summer, so you’d brought pretty much your entire summer wardrobe.

As the first month came and went, you’d gotten to know the cast and crew as you were now labeled as another “assistant” for Tom and spent your days around set. 

He hadn’t really hurt himself aside from some pulled muscles, and had actually needed to heal you once when you tripped by the pool and slammed your knee into the concrete.

Almost every night before going to bed, you gave each other a long hug to take away any of the day’s soreness.

It was during the second month that Tom really got hurt. 

He was in the Spider-man stunt rig swinging around when a clip that had been incorrectly attached came undone. Of course he had other wires, but the one that came off caused him to slam with full force from a decent height into a wall, where he stuck his arms and legs out to brace himself.

He’d definitely broken a bone or two and heavily sprained his ankle . He also had hit the side of his head upon impact and suffered a concussion. 

Once they lowered him down, you rushed over and put a hand on him, and he immediately stopped groaning in pain. You however, were quickly drained of energy and needed to stop. 

As you were helped to his trailer to rest, they got to work removing the wires and suit, now that he was in slightly less pain. It took almost an hour, which gave you enough time to at least build up some energy and eat something.

They closed filming for the day to investigate the incident and sent Tom and you home. No one would let you touch him until you were home so they wouldn’t possibly have to carry both of you into the house.

You watched nervously as Tom and Harry carefully carried him to his room and the second he was in bed, you crawled in next to him. It didn’t take long for him to start showing signs of improvement as your strength deteriorated.

After almost a half hour, you finally let yourself fall into a deep slumber. 

+

After that day, it was like a switch had flipped in you. You were scared of leaving Tom alone now and he wasn’t particularly fond of separation either, even though he was mostly fine by the next day. 

Because of that, you had made the decision to fully move in together, meaning you were now sharing a bed every night. You now always fell asleep in each other’s arms, but there was nothing sexual about it.

To be honest, though, you didn’t really understand where your relationship stood.

Yes, you had had a crush on him before all of this and yes you held a deep love for him, but what kind? He was your soulmate, and things were great, but did you want things to become more? Everyone said the most healing act was sex, but was he even thinking about that?

You got somewhat of an answer just a week later when Tom invited the cast to get drunk together now that filming had been pushed back due to the investigation.

After many hard seltzers and beers and margaritas and all kinds of other drinks had been smashed, some members left in ubers while others crashed on the couch and your former room.

You and Tom, however, headed back to his room. You weren’t really drunk, you had wanted to keep an eye out on Tom, so there was a slight buzz in your head and you felt a little warm, but nothing else.

You tried to help him get ready for bed when he blurted out a few words,

“You know I really want to kiss you right now. Have wanted to for a while.”

Your cheeks burned and butterflies danced in your stomach. You chuckled.

“Hmm. Say that when you’re sober.”

“Can I at least give you a little kiss? Just on the forehead?” he mumbled as he crawled into the bed.

You tugged on some sweats, then got in next to him.

“Yeah alright, since you asked nicely,” you said, curling up next to him.

You felt his lips press softly on your temple, then his chin rest above your head.

“Goodnight, y/n. Love you,” he whispered.

You smiled and squinched your face. The alcohol buzz was fading fast from his touch.

“Goodnight, Tom.”

+

It seemed like Tom had forgotten everything that happened that night as he never brought it up again, and even though drunk words are sober thoughts, you didn’t want to bring it up in case he’d changed his mind.

A couple weeks passed and every night you still fell asleep holding each other, and things finally got back into a rhythm as filming was resumed, but you couldn’t help but continue to think about what he’d said drunk.

Then one night you got into an argument.

It had started off as a little disagreement with a few jabs and ended with shouting. You stormed into the bedroom and then the bathroom, slamming the door behind you to cool off. 

You splashed some water on your face and looked in the mirror, trying not to cry. Things had been going so well. What happened?

A few minutes later and there was a soft knock on the door. 

“Y/n? Could you please come out? I want to talk to you.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged, walking to sit on the bed’s edge.

“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things and yelled at you and I didn’t mean any of it,” he apologized.

“I’m sorry too, Tom. I’m just frustrated about something else and I let it control my emotions. Either way, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What’s bothering you?” He asked, taking a tentative seat next to you.

You, you thought

“It’s nothing. You wouldn’t get it.”

“I’m sure I would. You can tell me.”

“No, Tom. I can’t.”

“Y/n come on.”

“Fine, okay. I’m pretty sure I love you or something,” your voice began to raise, “and you asked to kiss me when we had that party and then never brought it up and I didn’t know what to say because I hadn’t wanted to take advantage of you drunk but then we just continued like nothing happened and I’ve wanted to kiss you and hold you for so long and I just-”

And that’s when he cut you off with a kiss. You pulled back in amazement.

“Tom I-”

“Look, y/n. I didn’t bring it up again because I was afraid you weren’t interested and I had overstepped. Yeah I was drunk but I still remember something as big as that. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

That’s when you passionately went in for a kiss, eventually shifting so that you straddled him. You got to say your own line upon breaking off.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” 

It wasn’t much longer that clothing was shed and Tom was digging in his bedside table for condoms (he “always has them just in case”) and you were breathing heavy and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

You’d thought since the time you and Tom met that your heart was full, but you hadn’t felt complete until this moment, staring at your soulmate after entangling yourselves like never before.

You hadn’t even realized that your heart was hurting until it was healed by a simple action.

Your heart pounded as you thought about what had just happened, staring at the ceiling. Neither of you had talked since exclaiming each other’s names in ecstasy. 

“Holy shit,” Tom whispered, looking over at you once he cooled down. You let out a laugh, not sure what to say back.

“I swear, y/n, that was the best feeling I’ve ever had. Ever. Why did we not think of this sooner?”

You rolled onto your side and looked at him with a soft smile.

“I can say I’ve never felt anything like I do in this moment. I’ve never felt so whole. Never felt so in love. And you don’t have to say it back but it’s how I feel and-”

“I’m in love with you, too. You know it cracks me up when you overthink things. I’ve been in love with you ever since the moment I watched all my friends become infatuated with you. You’re magnetic, and I’m so glad you’re mine.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do. I love you. You’re truly the best thing that ever happened to me,” he explained.

“Hey, now, just because you love me doesn’t mean you have to lie. Spider-Man has to rank above me.”

“Well Spider-Man led me to you.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Touché.”

You sat in silence a bit longer, watching each other carefully. 

“Do you think we should go back in there? You know, so the boys don’t think we hate each other or anything?” you ask, jutting your thumb towards the door behind you.

“Mmm. I guess we could do that... after we take a shower...” he trailed, raising his brows. You let out another laugh.

“I like the way you think, soulmate.”

+

A/N: ooooh my spiciest story yet. That’s about as explicit as I’ll ever get but it fit the vibe of the story. Again, I don’t remember who I got the general idea from, but the touch soulmate AU is not completely mine. I did modify it a little bit, tho.

Send a message or ask if you’d like to be added to my permanent or series taglists so I can verify you’ve been added!

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[winchester19-67]

Halloween is for the Big Kids Too

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,035

A/N: Believe it or not, I did not get the inspiration for this from the Last Holiday episode. I wrote this a while ago and it’s been in my drafts because I was wanting to post it around Halloween.

You smile when you hear laughter echoing through the bunker’s hallways. You walk around the corner and peep into the library, knowing that Dean was going to keep the girls busy while you cooked supper.

“Daddy!” Lyla screeches as she holds up her little hand that’s now full of pumpkin guts. “It’s squishy!”

“I told you that you wouldn’t like it before you even put your hand in there,” Dean chuckles. Lyla shakes her hand out over the newspapers that are scattered across the table. Your heart races a bit when she leans over in the chair that she’s standing on, but luckily Dean is as paranoid as you are and he throws his arm out to keep her from falling off of her chair.

“Well, Daddy, you told me that I couldn’t carve the punkin.”

“Pumpkin, sweetheart,” Dean chuckles.

Lyla huffs as she crosses her little arms over her chest and scowls a bit at Dean. “I thought that this was supposed to be fun but you keep telling me ‘no,’ Daddy.”

“Yeah, Dean,” Sam smirks from where he stands across the table from them. “Quit being a part pooper and let her have some fun.”

Dean picks up a handful of pumpkin guts and throws them across the table at Sam.

“Oh, wrong move,” Sam says before he retaliates. They all three jump when your youngest daughter lets out a loud squeal, unhappy to be caught in the crossfire between her Dad and her uncle. Dean looks at where she sits on the table between them and he smiles when he sees the orange in her hair.

“Oops,” Dean chuckles as he reaches over to gently pull a pumpkin seed out of her hair. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“And now you know why I’m her favorite,” Sam brags.

“Um, you were throwing them too so it’s also your fault.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who started it.”

Dean sticks his tongues out at Sam causing Lyla to gasp loudly. “Daddy, you’re not supposed to be doing that.”

“Tell him, munchkin,” Sam laughs.

“Daddy.”

“What, Lyla?” Dean asks without glancing over at her. It takes everything you have not to run on into the room when you see what’s Lyla’s pointing at,

“Kinsley is eating the yucky stuff.”

Dean’s eyes widen and he looks over to see your toddler with a handful of the pulp stuffing her mouth full. “Woah! Hey!” Dean hollers as he reaches over to gently pull her hand way from her mouth. Kinsley ‘s eyes meet Dean’s and he gives her a look. “No, no. Don’t eat that. That’s nasty.”

Lyla giggles as Kinsley gives Dean a mean look and you try not to laugh when you think about how much she looks like Dean when she does that.

“She’s messy,” Lyla says.

“You both are, shorty,” Sam tells her.

“Yeah, your mother is going to kill me,” Dean says as he looks over at Lyla’s pumpkin. “I think that you’ve got it cleaned out good enough, baby.”

“Yay!” Lyla squeals as she reaches over to grab the knife off of the table. “That means that I can carve it now!”

“Woah!” Dean chuckles as he reaches over to take the knife away from her. “You’d better let me do that for ya.”

Lyla pouts up at Dean. “You mean all I get to do is touch the yucky stuff?”

Sam chuckles to himself and Dean throws him a glare silently telling him to shut up.

“You don’t need to be using a knife, sweetheart.”

“But Uncle Sammy lets me use it when we go walking to cut my name into trees.”

“Well, Uncle Sammy just lost his babysitting privileges,” Dean tells her as he reaches over onto the table that the girls were coloring at earlier. “Here,” Dean tells Lyla as he hands her a crayon. “You draw the face that you want on the pumpkin and Daddy will carve it out for you, okay?”

“Okay,” Lyla smiles, seemingly happy with that arrangement.

Dean looks over at Kinsley and he smiles widely when he sees that she’s reaching out for him. Dean picks her up and sets her down on his hip but he frowns when he sees that she’s actually reaching out past him. Dean turns around to see that you’re standing there and he smiles softly at you as you walk over towards the four of them.

“I didn’t know that you were standing there, sweetheart,” Dean tells you as you take your youngest daughter from him.

"Well, in the five minutes that I was standing there you and Sam got into a food fight, Kinsley tried eating pumpkin seeds and Lyla got ahold of a knife so I thought that I’d better break up this little party before someone got hurt.”

Dean chuckles as he wraps an arm around your waist and presses his lips to your temple. “Alright, girls,” Dean says as he takes Kinsley from you once more. “You’ve gotta get cleaned up before we eat dinner.”

“Awe, Daddy,” Lyla whines. “I thought that we were going to carve my pumpkin.”

“We will, sweetheart,” Dean tells her softly. “Let’s eat, first.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “But I want Uncle Sammy to help me get clean.”

Dean smiles over at Sam before he motions at your two girls. “They’re all yours,” Dean smirks.

“Fine,” Sam laughs as he picks Lyla up. She climbs up into Sam’s shoulders and he playfully rolls his eyes before reaching over to take Kinsley from Dean. “Why don’t you ever want to ride on your Daddy’s shoulders?”

“Because Daddy’s not as tall as you,” Lyla says, causing you to giggle a bit as you lean into Dean’s touch. Dean chuckles as he turns his head to smile over at you and his grip on your waist tightens a bit. Dean sniffs the air and he smirks down at you.

“Is that dinner?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells then it’s going to be awesome,” Dean tells you, causing you to laugh a bit at him.

“So, the girls have fun?”

“Oh, yeah they did,” Dean chuckles as he motions towards the mess on top of the table.

“I think that you boys might have also,” you tell Dean as you look down at the pumpkin pieces scattered across the floor.

“Oops,” Dean laughs. “I’ll clean that up, sweetheart,” he tells you sweetly. “Oh, before I forget, do you know where the other pumpkins went to? I thought that I might have left them in the car but they weren’t out there. I know that there should have been at least two more.”

“I know where they’re at,” you smile.

“Where?” Dean asks you as his eyebrows knit together.

“Well, there might or might not be two fresh pumpkin pies in the oven staying warm for when we get done eating.”

“Gosh, I love you,” Dean tells you as he leans in to press his lips to yours.

“I love you too, babe,” you smile up at him.

“Oh, I know you do or you wouldn’t take care of me half as good as you do,” Dean tells you as he keeps his nose smashed up against yours.

“Dean?”

“Hm?” Dean hums as his eyes meet yours and a loving expression settles across his features.

“I’m happy that you’re letting go of your fears about the girls being out on Halloween,” you tell him. “I’m glad that you’re giving in to the idea of them getting to…”

“Do the things that normal kids do?” Dean asks you and you nod your head a bit at him.

“I mean, I know that you’ve been letting Lyla go but you’ve always been so uptight about it and you’ve not been enjoying it yourself. I… I’m just glad to see that you’re truly happy.”

“Well, I’m glad that I’ve got my three girls to make me feel this way,” Dean whispers softly to you. “I want them to have as normal of a childhood as possible. I want them to experience things that me and Sammy never got to, but I got to thinking and I don’t want to just stand by with a pout on my face and a hand on my gun in case something goes wrong. I want to experience it with them.”

“You’re doing a great job at that I think.”

“I’m trying, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly before he leans in to press his lips more firmly to yours. "Now, let’s go eat,” Dean tells you as he begins to lead you towards the kitchen. Dean stops at one of the tables and grabs a piece of candy from one of the open bags.

“Dean!” you scold.

“What?” he asks as he looks over at you. “Halloween is for the big kids too.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laugh as you playfully roll your eyes at him.

“And you are cute when you’re mad,” Dean chuckles. “It’s only one little piece.”

“You and Sam have eaten almost half of the stash that I had there. That’s to pass out.”

“Don’t they have more at the stores?”

You sigh and Dean gives you a wide smile. “Yeah,” you tell Dean. “But we can get you all the candy that you want after Halloween when it goes on sale. But can you hold out for one more week?”

“Fine,” Dean grumbles as he gives you a grumpy look. “I’ll just steal some of Kinsley’s candy. She’s too little to eat most of it anyways.”

“You’re seriously going to steal from your own daughter?” you giggle.

“Hey, like she never steals anything from us,” Dean says. “Little princess is a thief when it’s time to eat and there’s something on your plate that she knows she likes.”

“Maybe we could just dress you up for Halloween and send you trick-or-treating with them,” you tell Dean. “I’m sure that we could pass you off for an overgrown kid.”

“Ouch!” Dean fakes a gasp as he dramatically clutches at his heart with his free hand. “That hurt.”

“Oh, you’ll love,” you laugh. Dean chuckles as he pulls you in once more and presses his lips firmly to yours.

“Now,” Dean smirks. “How about me and you dig into that pie before the girls run in and we have to share?”

“Supper first,” you tell him.

“Okay, Mom,”  Dean mumbles underneath his breath causing you to scowl at him. “Honey,” he corrects himself. “I meant, okay, honey.”

“Mhm,” you smile. Dean chuckles as he gives you a wide smile. “Behave, Winchester, or I’ll take all of your candy away and give it to the girls.”

“You wouldn’t,” Dean gasps.

“Oh, I know where you’ve been hiding it,” you laugh.

“Fine, fine,” Dean sighs. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. There, is that better?”

“Much,” you giggle as Dean presses his lips to your temple once more.

“I love this,” Dean whispers against your skin. “You and our girls. You sharing your life with us so that they get to experience the things that me and Sammy didn’t. This is exactly what I wanted for all our kids.”

“Good,” you smile. “Because if you like Halloween then you’re going to love Christmas.”

“We’ve celebrated every year since we got married, sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” you smile. “But this year we are going all out and not an inch of this place isn’t going to be festive.”

“Okay,” Dean chuckles as he begins to pull you with him down the hallway some more.

“I mean it!” you tell Dean in an excited tone. “We are going to put up a tree in every room. Lights everywhere. This place is going to smell amazing with all of the Christmas desserts that we’re going to bake.”

“Now who’s the big kid?” Dean asks as he smirks at you.

“I can’t help it,” you smile widely. “I was always a bit calmer with it because I know how you are about those things, but now you are getting more relaxed and I want you to enjoy it all.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean tells you. “Trust me, as long as I’ve got you and our girls, I’m going to enjoy every bit of it.”

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[miraculouscontent]

Ask Explo--

...you know what, you’re right. Name change effective immediately.

Askplosion #10:

(unrelated to everything by the way but I DEMAND THE ANON WHO MENTIONED “REMARRIED EMPRESS” A WHILE BACK COME FORTH AND ANSWER FOR THEIR CRIMES. IT’S SO GOOD BUT IT’S UNFINISHED AND I’M HOOKED, HOW DARE YOU)

Asks responding to previous posts:

It’s okay! I figured that was what it was but it’s been so loooong.

Ah, wow.

Um, that’s definitely not a part 2; I think that’s more like a four-parter/five-parter or something.

Sorry! No can do!

That’s totally fair!

I think the reason I so quickly agreed with it is like--

I’ve been watching the Inuyasha sequel and it’s not like I don’t think the narrative’s apparent punching bag Moroha (who is fourteen years old) shouldn’t be punished when she does something wrong/sneaky/manipulative, but they punish her as if she’s Miroku (who was eighteen years old).

Basically, I want the punishment to take the age into account, or at least only affect Marinette on a more personal level and not be “Heart Hunter” where they take totally understandable feelings of heartache (remember, it wouldn’t have mattered which miraculous she took because Hawk Moth got the Miracle Box and Fu regardless; even beyond her emotions, I feel like she chose the best option available to her considering which temps she knew the location of) and then punish her for them by memory wiping Fu and taking away all of her temps and giving Hawk Moth the grimoire translation.

Yes!! I really wanted to respond to this one, thank you! (It’s this one and then there was another one talking about Luka and Adrien, then talked to me about how I refer to Luka as “soft” but not in a bad way; I unfortunately don’t remember the whole thing.)

Ahaha, and yeah, I feel you. Anti-salters are a very strange conundrum I still haven’t figured out; like, I get not liking salt, but...

I mean, when I don’t like certain content, I just blacklist it. If I end up seeing it anyway due to cross-tagging or a lack of tagging, then I just blacklist the person themself. You won’t see me going after people for that very reason; I only see what people send/ask me if it’s content I don’t like.

I’m glad you’ve found some peace in this blog! Hopefully it continues to be that way for you in the future!

(and yay, a fellow INTJ!!)

New Asks:

There are female writers? ;P I just assumed they were all locked in a closet until the male ones were like, “okay, pretend to help us here, we need one female writer to claim girl power.”

As for Ladybug all like, “Cute, isn’t she?” I think it was rhetorical (she could also be messing with him but “Glaciator” tells us that she didn’t know he crushed on her so who knows). The writers do this thing where Marinette is all panic-y and occasionally self-conscious as herself, but then as Ladybug, she suddenly gets a bit of an ego. I think it’s meant to be there in order to make Chat Noir look less... idk, “obnoxious” when he starts boosting his own ego; trying to balance the two by giving them both big heads, so to speak.

Honestly, I feel like Adrien needs less screen time. :|

Even when he’s not on-screen, characters are usually talking about him, or you see his face in Marinette’s room/somewhere in Paris. I’m become so jaded by the guy that I don’t even think it’d matter if they remade the series and gave it a “totally good and interesting Adrien.” That’s how badly the show has made him out for me; “Adrien Agreste” the character is just... sigh, I’m so done with him.

And yeah, this whole idea about, “Marinette is [x], we need more AAAAAADRIEN!” comes off really bad, lol, especially when Adrien has very little going for him.

(this ask ends off like there should be a part 2 but there isn’t one in my inbox, so sorry if there’s meant to be something else!)

The exact lyrics according to the wiki:

My wish for a cat who's in love, with our own Ladybug. Is that he'll get what he's always wanted! She doesn't know she loves him, only sees Adrien, But Christmas miracles always happen!

Yeah, especially nowadays, those lines bothers me. Not only does it imply “true selves,” but that it’s Chat who should be getting what he always wanted and Ladybug is the one with a problem.

Like, excuse me?

Probably Stormy Weather, even in the first episode. Ladybug and Chat Noir couldn’t even touch her until they arrived on top of the TV station.

+ With all those effects and shots, it made it feel more action-y than typical episodes.

Marinette, Aurore, Luka, Anarka, Jagged...

basically any name that I haven’t really heard before (”Luka” makes me think of Vocaloid but the Luka there was female), or a name that relates a lot to the character (like “Aurore” for “aurora” since she loves weather things).

dfjbghfkdgfdgnjfdg this anon really like, “I NEED ANSWERS!!!”

It’s as if these characters hit 18 or something and just grow overnight, I swear. I’m hypothetically fine with some more variety in character height (it’s not like the show tries to be realistic, after all), but maybe don’t give us official heights if they’re gonna be this weird/inaccurate.

Especially when they change it just for the sake of a shot anyway. If you watch “Simon Says” when Ladybug and Adrien stand next to each other while looking at the picture of Adrien’s mother, the very next close-up has an obvious difference in their heights from what you just saw.

They’re 3D models!!! This shouldn’t happen!

I... honestly never thought of the “less threatening” thing! Dang!

And yeah, Marinette isn’t helpless or incompetent, but because of the Adrien crush, it makes her that way at times since she’s always falling on him and--

...ugh, actually, yeah, don’t wanna think about those implications. Hard pass.

Gross.

I’m not familiar with that one, though Astruc deletes his tweets all the time (there was one tweet where he confirmed that Luka was poor and it only exists in screenshots now because it didn’t get archived and he deleted it almost like he realized that he was pointing out the blatant classism in the show, oops).

Yeah though, I haven’t seen anything like what you’re describing. Sorry!

It’s okay! Sorry for having you clarify but him choosing and Marinette deciding to never give it back are very different things.

I don’t recall Chat Noir having much purpose in the final fight (in terms of both contributing and actual fighting; I know Cataclysm broke the object to release the akuma but was it needed?) so Marinette might either go cat-less or get a temp. Plagg could also be helpful in his own right because he’s small and blends in with the night, so he could hypothetically sneak up on the bad guy.

Afterwards, there’d need to be a new cat, but Adrien would also have to reconsider his actions and really think about what happened. I could also see Plagg going to Adrien’s house, half to apologize for giving the idea to Adrien that Adrien leave without telling Ladybug, but also half to call him out for giving up without consulting anyone. Adrien is a lot of conflicting things (see Adrien’s passivity compared to Chat Noir’s recklessness) so he’d have to find a middle ground within himself.

Marinette might carry Plagg around in her purse for a while and let Plagg have a say in who he goes to. Plagg might grieve for a bit over not having Adrien around (even if Adrien was flawed, Plagg didn’t ask for any of this so Marinette is doing her best here).

O-oh.

That’s always the rough patch with “endgame ships.”  Once it’s obvious to the audience that they’re endgame, no more effort needs to be put into them.

The other thing too is how Kagami, for example, is friends with Marinette. Even once Adrimi sinks, she’ll presumably stay friends with her. Luka, meanwhile, is Juleka’s brother.

They have lives outside of their love interests. Adrien is so into Ladybug that he doesn’t have that; I mean, Nino is Adrien’s best friend like once in a blue moon.

The entire class is just watching an episode and then calling on raised hands to answer what was wrong with what they just watched.

“Everything?”

“I mean, yes, but I’m sorry, you have to be more specific to get credit.”

I think Aeon herself is fine. It’s mostly just her transformed and that transformed name that I have a problem with (she doesn’t even look uncanny so I don’t get it). I heard there was something wrong with the name “Aeon” but searching the name doesn’t give me anything I would qualify as such so I have no idea. I just wish she was given a little less “I’m programmed to--” (makes her seem less sentient) and more “[anything that doesn’t have to do with pushing the love square]” because I feel like they might’ve done the latter to make her more “likable”? I think fans of anything usually like the “matchmaker” character provided it’s for a ship they like. Also strange that they make her a robot but Max and Markov don’t extensively interact with her, but that’s a nitpick and not a criticism of her character.

...I’m rambling, my bad lol.

(Ohhh, she was supposed to be a mummy? Like, foreshadowing her “dying”?? That went right over my head but I guess that’d be where the name Uncanny Valley came from? No clue.)

Best case scenario is probably the middle or the end of Season 4.

And yeah, it really doesn’t matter to me what they do with the love square. Marinette had gone through too much suffering and the show goes out of its way to show how much stress Marinette is being put under (and also keeping Luka away during episodes like “Gamer 2.0″ even when it makes sense for them to be there, as if trying to make sure Marinette doesn’t have enough moments with him to forget Adrien).

Like, ah, yes, I totally believe that Marinette is in a position where she can make reasonable decisions about her love life while all circles of her life are on fire.

If the Sonic movie of all things can have an interracial couple, there’s no reason why this show can’t, just saying.

And, even with Marinette, she’s white-passing (according to what basically everyone says, I’m really awful about recognizing race so this isn’t my field; I wasn’t aware that Ondine was Asian, for example).

Does Nadja count? Manon’s dark-skinned (I’m still not over the fact that all the kids in this show are dark-skinned; it’s not like it’s a problem from a representation standpoint - though all the kids are also all generically bratty/whiny so there’s that - but the percentages in this show are weird) while Nadja is really light-skinned, meaning either a dark-skinned husband or Manon is adopted.

Though I guess the problem then is that we don’t know, so there’s no established couple there.

Non-Miraculous Asks:

w-who gave you the right to say such things????

Uhhhh, that might be too broad of a question, I’m sorry!

I know this isn’t satisfactory, but I will say that my favorite genre is Fantasy/Romance (it’s why I adore Red Shoes so much; by the way, an anon asked for my opinion on that a while back and I will get to it! I’d need to watch it again to get screenshots) and my least favorite is probably Tragedy/Horror.

I don’t think I’ve watched enough to really be able to say? I’ve kind of been all over but I’ve never fully gone through any of them outside of Miraculous. I’ve seen bits of Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew Mew, Star VS the Forces of Evil (don’t know if that counts), and I meant to watch Yuki Yuna is a Hero but never got around to it. I saw the entirety of Puella Magi Madoka Magica but you guys know how I feel about that one.

Maybe Cardcaptor Sakura by default then? It was definitely not perfect but I liked some of the character dynamics (I also have a clipcut of it - basically where I go through a series/movie and cut out parts I don’t like so it’s only good stuff - so I’m cheating a little) and the male love interest was a tsundere type that I actually ended up liking, which is really rare.

!!! That sounds sweet~ I know Sailor Moon is popular so I’ll definitely take your word for it on that one.

I would also accept a “reincarnated”/”destined lovers” trope if maybe the ship themselves are the one who set it up in the first place. I have a Lukanette AU, for example, where they basically got together and then prayed to the shrine of the renewal god that they’d “always be together,” which ended up allowing them to reincarnate over and over (as if they set up their own soulmate AU ;P) and continuously find each other.

Though I guess that’s not technically a “meant to be trope,” but still, it’s a form of it but where it was totally consensual on both sides.

Also, I finally thought of a show that ended with the ship I wanted: Gargoyles. I didn’t see the entire series, mind you, but I saw most of it and Goliath and Elisa were just... quality, I adored them.

+ With Beauty and the Beast being my favorite Disney movie, they fit right in with my tastes.

I forget that AangToph (I think the “official” name for the ship is Taang, but don’t quote me on that) exists sometimes, maybe because I’ve never shipped Aang with anyone; I’ve got no problems with the ship though.

Ugh, and this is what I mean when I talk about people who set up these reasons behind people shipping something based on what they saw a few people do. It’s like, “you only ship Adrimi/Lukanette to spite Adrienette!!”

Meanwhile, me having shipped all three at one point and then dropped off the love square.

Also, me shipping Zutara has nothing to do with it being dark/edgy because I’ve never seen it that way (intriguing, sure but dark and edgy? lol) and also avoid dark/edgy ships like the plague.

I still laugh at people who are like, “you can’t ship it because it’s not endgaaaaame!” as if shows can dictate how and why I enjoy something. Like sure, if you want to let a show/movie spoonfeed you how you’re supposed to feel, then by all means, go ahead.

I suppose people may be theoretically happier that way, but it doesn’t make for an analytic mind.

I legitimately thought that “AssClass” must’ve been the actual name for something until it registered with me what it actually meant.

And eh, I guess it depends on the comparison and how accurate the comparison actually is? Like, comparing Puella Magic Madoka Magica to Miraculous... they’re not really close at all, but comparing... idk, Bunnyx to Homura or the concept behind “backfiring wishes”... maybe?

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(note that the rest of this post is more Puella Magi Madoka Magica salt so you can stop reading here if you’re not interested in that; I’m not sure if this is all the same anon but I don’t mind letting people vent so I let them go off~)

why can’t we just have nice things

I agree, and I give a little eyeroll every time it’s like, “oh, this person had [miraculous]”

+ even just in general, I feel weird about any show that mentions/implies that real world famous people are [x] or [y] in their show. It breaks my immersion; real world locations are one thing but when it’s specific people (unless they’re made up characters like Santa Claus) or games just--break me.

I also don’t know what to think when there aren’t magical boys but you have these magical girls in this frilly outfits/skirts. The demographic is girls so I presume the reason must be like, “you can look pretty and still beat people up” (;P) but having so many magical girl shows without a hint of a magical boy makes me suspicious that it’s for fanservice. Sailor Moon has Tuxedo Mask but I also don’t know what that guy did outside of the meme of him doing nothing so I’ve got no clue.

(edit: I should correct myself that I’m not talking about Sailor Moon specifically; I don’t know magical girls that well, though I do know there are ones clearly intended for fanservice (you could say that for anything, to be fair, but still). It’s just that I see things like super short skirts or very “questionable” shots and I’m just like, “hm”)

Hmmm, good question. I feel like there has to be a lot but I’m also the type who doesn’t watch a lot of TV lol. I’m just familiar with cliches and tropes and such.

The reason I try not to use “ism”s of any kind is mostly because it’s too broad. Like, you know how the English language only has one way of saying, “I love you,” but other languages like Spanish have multiple?

It’s like that, and sometimes I think it’s too easy to throw those words out there. A “small” (possibly completely unintentional/misunderstood) offense is sexism, and then a “large” offense is called the exact same thing. I’d rather go into why something is sexist than just call it that, y’know? The only exception I make is “classism” because I feel like that’s not as... I dunno, divisive?

Anyway, for that same reason, I can’t answer firmly that, “Madoka Magica is sexist.” I will however say that it makes me uncomfortable with how the show makes out the girls being emotional because they’re young and female and then proceeds to make their life a living hell before they’re old enough to properly answer to it (I know that’s the point but that kind of makes it worse?). It doesn’t help with how all the girls have different personalities, so it’s not like you have only “crybaby girls” who are being taken advantage of; it’s basically like... all girls.

Not helped is the fact that their soul gem not only deteriorates naturally, but it can also do so faster if the girl falls into despair, which then turns them into a monster (and I know it’s kind of like an akuma thing, but the fact that it’s only girls is... I dunno, it comes off wrong?). It seems cheap that the soul gem deteriorates no matter what so it constantly needs fed even if the girl is consistently happy.

I would probably opt for the show being centered more around Kyubey being new to this or something - like, magical girls are a new thing - and then have Kyubey being surprised because they presumed that the soul gem would deteriorate naturally since “emotions are powerful but destructive to the person having them,” but then all the girls team up and help each other work out their problems. Maybe the reason magical girls are usually alone isn’t even because of the grief seed (I think that’s what it’s called?) thing not being able to be shared, but because Kyubey intentionally separates magical girls so they can’t do what the main group is doing, but Madoka is so into the idea that, “We shouldn’t have to be alone,” and so she’s constantly pulling all the girls together, which keeps them healthy.

Maybe Homura’s backstory could be that Madoka originally was more sheepish and more afraid to put herself out there, especially since she was a magical girl (who are encouraged to go it alone), which is why their soul gems were both deteriorating; they were friends but kept more of a distance, or maybe they were a team but that’s all they were. Then Madoka gives Homura the last grief seed to save her and that’s what inspires Homura and makes her see Madoka as something more than a teammate, which is why Homura actively tries to save Madoka specifically (which then encourages Madoka to want to keep everyone together as friends).

In the case that Kyubey doesn’t separate them out of concern of fRiEnDsHiP, but for another reason altogether, and then it’s ultimately their own downfall when they allow the girls to hang out and realize that it’s doing a lot of good for them.

“cute and innocent”

That was exactly it. It’s on Kyubey’s trivia section on the Puella Magi Madoka Magica Wiki.

Before the anime's first dark plot twist aired, head writer Gen Urobuchi said on his Twitter account that the "Kyu" in Kyubey's name comes from the English word "cute". This was a lie meant to further mislead fans into thinking that Madoka Magica is an innocent happy show. In a later episode, it was revealed that "Kyubey" is, in fact, short for "incubator".

In my personal opinion, a spoiled plot can’t be “ruined” if it’s a good plot. If you told me that Kagome was trapped in the Modern era for three years and then decided to stay with Inuyasha at the end of Inuyasha, it wouldn’t/shouldn’t decrease the value when I finally see it for myself because it’s good. That’s not to say that everything should just be spoiled right out of the gate, but it’s saying that maybe your plot isn’t good if you have to rely on shock value to make it work??

I FEEL THAT “ASSIGNING IT TO THE WHOLE GENDER” THING SO BAD. It just adds to my “the girls all have varying personalities so it’s not like Kyubey’s only after emotional crybabies or anything” salt.

I have no idea about any of the stuff about the writers so I can’t confirm or deny them. I will very much agree on the target audience thing though, especially with the whole “keeping the dark plot a secret” because really? Who is this for then? Like, the first two and a half episodes are for one demographic and then the others are--???

I dunno. Me personally, I just like feel good stories. I do like some good conflict and drama (for context, Remarried Empress is basically a webtoon that gives you things to feel salty about and then makes its own salt fic as its plot, allowing for endless streams of feels and catharsis, so I’m definitely not against drama), but there are other times where I just want to feel good watching something.

I feel like the show expects the characters to be selfless/perfect and then punishes them even though it’s their writing that’s causing them to act out. I can’t really talking about “out-of-character” but sometimes it’s just obvious where “we did this because we needed a plot/conflict.”

Like, hello? We don’t need the main characters screwing up; why can’t we just have some feel good thing where they take the day for themselves (seriously, imagine a Miraculous episode where Chat Noir actually tells Ladybug to take a couple days for herself, like maybe someone else gets the earrings for a few days as a temp while Marinette gets to breathe; IMAGINE IT). Not everything needs to be high-stakes to be interesting and you need those calmer moments so that the action-packed ones feel more intense.

SAYAKA DESERVES BETTER.

I feel like the magical girl genre as a whole can be way more complex than it’s made out to be. I think people hear the word “magical girl” and think “cute girls in short skirts talk about girl problems and fight evil with the power of friendship and accessories.”

Ugh, just the mention of Rebellion makes me sigh internally.

Congrats on working on your own magical girl story! I hope it goes well for you!

I know it’s not technically a magical girl show, but there was also Totally Spies that Astruc worked on to some degree (I think there was some characters who were based on/a loose reference to the mains from that show but I don’t remember exactly).

The thing about the female characters suffering is that they could make for good lessons on positively directing one’s emotions (like Usagi from Sailor Moon, for example, maybe having a problem with taking her anger out on her friends, but learns that she can save that rage for the bad guys; “Gamer 2.0″ from Miraculous could’ve done that, honestly, by having Ladybug absolutely WRECK all of her gaming opponents in “violent” (cartoon violence obviously) fashion). It’s just a shame that it’s not taken advantage of.

Sayaka??? Selfish???????

*does not compute*

(Also, I wasn’t tired of them, don’t worry! It was a little overwhelming in my inbox but it’s me who’s allowing all the asks to flow in so the blame isn’t on you lol.)

I’m not sure where this obsession came from with, “you have to be selfless and you’re not allowed to use your powers for yourself.” It’s like the world’s going to end if a character leaves to go Self-Care or something. I think what happened is that shows got this idea that promoting only the giving of others is great and it’s not important to take time for yourself (even with “Gamer 2.0,” it was still Marinette playing games with everyone else, and they treated her dedication and seriousness like a bad thing when she literally did not have time to waste and they didn’t give a reason why it was good for her to take a break, only that she should).

This usually leads to the “demonization” of characters who sport a lot of self-confidence or any sort of ego. It works on both sides; Marinette is a punching bag because of her anxiety and occasional lack of confidence, but if she had an ego as Ladybug, there are parts of the fandom who deem her “obnoxious” (i.e: “Reflekdoll”). There’s a delicate balance between “be confident” and “be humble” and it’s a tightrope act.